The healing process~Kyman-Currently being updated

Does he love me?

I woke up, still in yesterday's clothes, next to Cartman. The basement wasn't as cold as I'd thought it'd be last night, but that might actually be Cartman's body heat radiating onto me. I swear he gets warmer everytime we cuddle. His eyelashes tickled my forehead when he woke up, and he placed a heavy hand on my waist as he tried to fall back asleep. I made sure to sit up and shake him awake before getting dressed for school. Of course, Cartman took forever getting up to the point where I thought he'd never move from the bed, but he did and got ready really quickly. Quicker than I've ever seen from Cartman. Not even in PE has he moved that fast.

His mom made us breakfast before we left for the bus stop. I'd never eaten pancakes before school until now, and let me say, I was missing out! It's no secret Liane can cook a mean pancake, but holy shit. I don't think my taste buds have ever been happier.

I can't say the same for Cartman though. He still has trouble eating, but I think he'll be fine now. I can be here to watch over him. I don't have to ever leave his side, not for anyone. Maybe I can help him with his diet over time. We do have our whole lives ahead of us.

Everyone at school was talking about Cartman. People constantly came up to him and asked him where he went, and what he did. He just insisted that he went on vacation and gave no further details. When people asked me, I told them the same thing. If Cartman doesn't want them to know what happened, then I have no right to tell them.

I breezed by my classes fairly fast, just doing the work mindlessly. It's not like I needed to really think about it. The work I do is below my level, but the upper classes are above my level, so I'm stuck here. I do my work, then I ask for permission to read, then I read. Rinse and repeat. I don't mind the little amount of work I have to do, as it gives me more time to think about the important things going on in my life. Like how I just got myself kicked out of my own home and moved in with my...

Cartman. Moved in with Cartman.

I may love him, but I'm not so sure I'm dating him. It's just not a good time right now, with everything going on. I think we should wait a while before we make anything official.

The bell rang and I headed to my next class with Cartman. I felt sort of bummed today, and I can tell Cartman noticed because he made an effort to get me to talk to him about it.

"What's up?" He asked. I knew what he was referring to before he even had a chance to elaborate.

"I dunno. I just feel kind of down today."

"Oh, you're just having 'one of those days', huh?"

"I guess."

"I thought you were mad at me or something."

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Not sure. That's why I asked."

Why would he think I'd be mad at him? I mean, I did get kicked out of my home, but that was my fault, not his. I guess he's just being paranoid. Maybe I should lighten up a bit, or people may think I'm miserable.

I felt someone grab my shoulder, and turned to see. It was Stan. Of course it is. He hasn't seen me in days, and I come back with Cartman at my side. He's probably been worried sick.

"Kyle, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah."

We started to walk to the bathroom to chat. Not exactly my first choice, but at least it's private. Stan did that thing where he leaned against the sinks and crossed his arms. That usually means he's wants to call me out on something. I hope he isn't gonna bring up anything about my crush on Cartman.

"So, you brought him back?"

"Yeah. He was at a nearby cliff."

"How?"