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
I attempted to write a Kyman thing.The front door to the Donovan's house flew open, thudding loudly as the metal knob made contact with the peeling wall on the outside. Kyle stormed out into the vacant, star-lit street, Cartman trailing a few steps behind. Heavy metal poured out of the ajar door after them.I attempted to write a Kyman thing. by Starlightfading
Their footsteps crunched harshly in the ice. As they passed under a lone, moth laden street lamp Kyle shouted over his shoulder, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight, asshole!"
"God, you're such a fucking little bitch. It was just one knife, and it hit the wall." Cartman hissed, glowering at the back of his seething boyfriend's head. "Really, Kahl. You've got to get that sand out of your vagina."
A low, irritable growl reverberated from the back of Kyle's throat as he whirled around to face the larger boy, throwing his fists back and shouting childishly, "I do not have sand in my vagina, Cartman! I'm not a fucking girl!"
"Well obviously you're not fucking a girl, Kyle. You're fucking me." Cartman replied with a smal
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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