Letters To Kyle

Chapter 39

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Kyle's POV

A few days went by and everytime I was around Cartman I didn't tell him I was moving. I didn't really know how to tell him.

It was now New Year's Eve, and I was absolutely shaking. Bebe invited Ike and Diana both to her party tonight and also asked us to help her get ready.

"Sooo Wendy asked me to prom." Bebe said out of the blue while I help her put streamers over a doorway.

"And your answer?" I chuckled already knowing the answer.

"Well duh! I said yes!" Bebe had a goofy grin on her face. I looked over at Diana to see she was busy getting the food together. "Oh yeah I forgot, Ezra asked about you."

I almost fell off of my little step stool. "He did?" I questioned.

"Yeah. He was wondering if you'd be at the party tonight or not. Technically you're the only person in this town besides my family he's actually talked to." Bebe told me. "I think he may like you."

"Isn't he like in college?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Sooo a lawsuit."

"Oh come on! You think I'm stupid enough to introduce you to a guy who may like you later who's over eighteen?... Yes.... Okay technically he just recently turned eighteen. He skipped a year or two during high school." Bebe explained to me.

I nodded as I continue to help her with the party. I still need to tell Cartman about me moving... "Bebe I'm moving in two days."

"What? Why?" I looks at me confused.

"Because everything that's been going on. Sure the murders has stopped because Butters is in jail, but they want to be careful. It's also to make room for Diana." I tell her.

She nods as she gets off her own step stool, and looks at her phone. "The party will start soon! Eeeeeeh I can't wait to see Wendy!"

I chuckled and pet the step stools in the hall closet. I heard someone knock and Bebe went to check it. A few people walked in. Those people included Clyde, Nicole, Token, Henrietta, and Pete. Stan was right behind the male goth with his head hung low. He wasn't really been the same since what happened at his house between him and Wendy.

Pete saw me and walked over. "Hey. Told Cartman about you know what?" I shook my head no. "You need to tell him tonight."

"I know Pete... You still need to talk to Stan." I told him. He looked anxious, but nodded. "And from the looks of it that day I came over it looks like he likes you back." I smirked talking about the mark on his shoulder blade.

"Yeah I've been meaning to tell you. It was an accident, but he didn't mean to leave it. I was helping him get down from something, and he had put to much pressure on me." Pete explained. "And I was wearing his shirt and shorts because I had nothing else to sleep in."

"Oooooooh." I scratch the back on my neck uncomfortably. I've been doing it a lot actually lately.

A few hours later the house was alive with music and drunk teens who probably couldn't see straight. Pete was standing in a corner, Kenny was dancing with Craig, Wendy and Bebe were having a giggle fit, Stan was no where to be seen, and Cartman was staring at me from across the room. I know it sounds pretty cliche, but I swear it felt like it was only the two of us in the room when our eyes locked.

Cartman started walking over, and I felt my heart throb. Is this a crush? Shit I hope not.

"Hey Kyle." I snapped my neck to look at Henrietta. We never really spoken to each other besides once or twice. One of those times was in the gym during that memorial service. "I just wanted to say thank you..."