I really don't like Kyman but I've had this idea in my head for sooooo long, I just cracked! Enjoy!
"Take a look, fatass," Kyle told Cartman smugly. "You aren't going on Dateline. What do you have to say now?"
Cartman looked around the room, taking in the shock of dead bodies surrounding him. It was a…miracle. A miracle that came through for Eric Cartman…in the form of Kyle Broflovski. Cartman then jumped into Kyle's arms, squeezing his frame tightly.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Kyle!" Cartman happily sobbed. Kyle was dumbstruck.
"I asked God to send someone to help me! And you came, Kyle! I love you, man!"
Suddenly, both boys froze. Cartman' s face looked scared. Of course his tourettes hadn't worn off! He had suddenly slipped the first thing on his mind! His biggest secret he's been able to keep hidden from the world since the second grade.
"What did you say?" Kyle asked slowly after a small moment of silence. Had he heard correct? Cartman quickly pulled away from his arms and cleared his throat nervously.
"Pfft, I didn't say anything," Cartman waved. Kyle glared.
"Yes, you did! You just said that…that…" Kyle trailed off.
"That what, Kyle? I didn't say anything at all." His voice was firm and business-like.
"No!" Kyle protested. "You just said you loved me!"
Dammit, Cartman thought. He thought he'd had him.
"No, I didn't, you fucking Jew!" Cartman exclaimed, poking a finger in his chest. "I didn't say anything, so shut your goddamn Jew mouth!"
And Cartman turned on his heels and raced out the doors of the studio.
Kyle stood there for a moment, before turning around himself and leaving through the back doors, chuckling.
I know it's small. But aren't drabbles fun?
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!
WHOO, 2010!!! JUST 2 MORE YEARS TILL WE DIE, AINT THAT AWESOME!?