I cna't wait for the next chapter either!!
I love it!
I told Mandy (MDB) i was reading this fic and (with a mouth full of ice-cream) she yelled 'OMG READ IT TO ME!' >_> So i did.
She said she loves it and sorry she cant leave a reply. (MDB is matts_diva_bitch i live with her, BTW having the baby in about two weeks!)
Anyway getting off topic. This fic is amazing! KylexCartman? It's different, unexpected and i love it!
The next day was Saturday.
In just a few short hours, dress rehearsal would commence. Cartman awoke to the sound of his alarm. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, then screamed when he saw Kyle by his side.
Clothes were strewn out over the floor and bed. The door suddenly opened, and Cartman pulled the blanket over Kyle and sat on him. A small grunt was heard.
Kenny and Stan stood there, confused looks on their faces.
"Cartman, were you just jacking off?" Kenny asked, a big grin appearing on his lips.
"No!" Cartman protested, covering his nether regions.
"What are you sitting on?" Stan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not sitting on anything," Cartman insisted, "Really, I'm not!"
Kenny's face lit up.
"I get it!" he gasped.
Cartman's eyes widened.
"You finally got laid!" Kenny concluded, "Lets see who the lucky girl is before you suffocate her!"
He came over and shoved Cartman off of the lump in the bed. He threw off the blanket and came across, who else, Kyle.
Stan picked up a trashcan and threw up in it out of shock.
Kyle lay there, wide-eyed and very worried-looking.
Kenny slowly covered his face with a pillow and pressed down on it.
"DON'T KILL HIM, YOU DUMBSHIT!" Stan and Cartman both screamed.
Kenny pulled the pillow away and chuckled.
"I was only joking!" he giggled nervously.
Stan looked at Cartman in disbelief.
The disheveled boy was putting his costume on. Kyle was doing the same.
Kenny sat on the bed, hugging Kyle from behind.
"I want some!" he whined.
Kyle pulled away.
"Quit it," he snarled.
Kenny ran over to Stan and pulled on him.
"I want mansexxxx!" he cried.
"Knock it off!" Stan shouted, shoving him.
Stan suddenly lost it.
"WHAT THE HELL, KYLE?!" he asked.
Kyle looked at him in surprise.
"Did you really screw Eric Cartman, the most hated guy in South Park?!"
Kyle stared at Stab, who was now gripping his shoulders hard.
"S-Stan, your hurting me," Kyle winced.
Stan, surprised at himself, let go.
Cartman adjusted his jacket.
"Lets just go, guys," he coughed, "We'll be late."
Kenny and Stan nodded, knowing there must be much more to the story.
Sorry it was so short! The next one is longer, and more exciting. It'll be up sometime this week.
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