Kyman-LiveLaughLove" But....Kyle?". The readheaded boy turned around.Eric grabbed Kyles hand and forced him to look in bis eyes. Kyle was crying, harder than he ever did." Kyle listen...". It was hard for him to find the right words. He wanted to tell him everything but how? "Okay i....i dreamed of you. At first. Well...i had noticed so much things that i had ignored the whole time. 2 weeks ago i didnt even know what colour your eyes have. Youre friggin pretty Kyle.". Kyles eyes were wide opened. He cant belive what he was hearing. " And....fuck its not easy to find words for the things i want to say. But love you is the easiest thing on earth". Kyle didnt say anything. The things Eric had said were..."beautiful". Kyle looked in erics eyes. "What?" The tall boy looked confused."The things you had said". Eric blushed. "Well erm....i....i dunno i-". Kyle laid a finger on erics mouth." Shhhhh. You had been sayin enough".Softly he pressed his lips against erics and wrapped his arms around his shoulders.EricKyman-LiveLaughLove by MiNtEyE
Untitled"I caught you gazing at Stan's ass again, fat ass!"Untitled by IKyman
"I did not, you sneaky Jew! I was looking at his stupid pink belt because I thought it looked stupid and gay on him."
"Yeah, right. You were checking out on him."
"But I didn't, Kahl. Stan is not my type, you are.
"I-I don't believe that one second."
"It's true, my pretty jealous Jew. You're my little monster, remember? I have always admired and loved you, Kahl, and no one can replace you. I don't like Stan like that and he's with that ho', so why would I check out on him when I have you with me in this special room."
Kyle sighed and pressed his head on Cartman's shoulder, intertwining their fingers on the bed sheets. He felt so relived and happy hearing those emotional words from his boyfriend, hearing his truth and honest feelings he has had for him since elementary school. It felt great to Kyle.
Kyle smiled, sighing heavily in the dark bedroom. "Thank you for being completely honest, Eric. I guess I was--"
"Jealous? Scared? Thinkin
The Worst-Best Mistake The sun was setting, leaving a shadowy outline of children from the playground. A small bit of light still peered down, enough to recognize faces and expressions. Although it was not nearly five, the great ball of light hanging in the sky decided to call it a day here at South Park. As it went it left behind coloufrul streaks of pinks and oranges that shimmered on the glistening snow below. Three young boys sat in a circle-shaped form. Stan, the oldest of the three at 10 years old, sat in the front. Behind him sat a ginger, named Kyle, and behind him sat a “larger” boy. Eric, of whom was referred to by his last name Cartman.The Worst-Best Mistake by unicornhearts0000
Cold wind blew, turning their cheeks red and tingly. Stan brought two gloved hands to his chest. Thrashing them erratically while excitedly (and loudly) explaining his story. Kyle watched anxiously, only half listening. His attention was fixated on his pouting friend. A pang of worry and guilt tugged
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