I don't honestly know how to reform people, I just hope it's not shit.
~Eko.
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I get up from the mattress on the floor. I just seriously spend a night at CARTMAN's house. Oh my fuck.

"Morning," I say.

He laughs,

"Morning."

I get up and put my hair in some order. He laughs.

"You're making it worse," he says.

I roll my eyes.

"Nobody can fix my hair, Cartman. Absolutely nobody," I say.

He laughs and taps the bed.

"I don't trust you," I say.

"Come on," he says.

I slowly sit down, he rolls his eyes.

"Was it that hard?" He asks.

I nod. He laughs and shows me a brush.

"You know what this is?" He asks.

"Yes, I do, they don't work," I say.

"Doesn't look like you ever tried," he says.

I roll my eyes and he tries.

"The colour is never going to fix itself though," he says.

"Dad said it might go brown," I say.

"It most likely won't," he says.

I shrug.

"Played any good games this year?" I ask.

"Not really. I feel like my favourite games are still from ages away," he says.

"Old school, eh?" I ask.

"No, there aren't just any good games anymore," he says.

"I mean come on, even 2018 was shit for games," I say.

"What? Didn't like Life is Strange 2 or something?" He asks.

"I didn't like the first one! I only loved Kate and she is such a miniature character, she was only there as a plot point. I would have loved her as the main character," I say.

"I thought you Jews hated Christians," he says.

"No we don't. I loved Kate in the game if that's something. We're not racist... unlike you," I say.

"Pft. Really?" He asks.

I roll my eyes and keep my eyes on a certain spot of the floor.

"There," he says.

I look in the window, it looks a lot better.

"Thank you," I say.

I sigh.

"You can't fix short arms. Can you?" I ask.

"No, I can't," he says.

"Look try though," I say.

"Why would you? It's unique," he says.

I sigh.

"I don't really know," I say.

I take in the words he just said.

"I just don't think I'm particularly attractive or anything. I just am," I say.

"I think you are," he says.

I smile.

"I think you are too then," I say.

We rolls his eyes before I get up.

"You leaving?" He asks.

"Don't know. May be or may be that I'm not," I say.

He laughs.

"Of course you Jews would be fucking confusing," he says.

I don't know what causes it but before there is even a realisation, both of us are kissing each other.

~Time Skippy Because this project is going to be over within this chapter. And if you think I'm being on another ships side, no, I like leaving things short. I don't feel like drawing this out when I feel no attachment to it. I didn't write this very well, I hate it, I want it out of my life and I promise, when I'm better mentally I will make the next one. I don't have enough energy right now to actually properly finish something I hate the writing of. Maybe Kyman is better as one shot material, I don't have anything to redeem someone even slightly realistically. I'm so sorry.~

Stan and Craig are sit next to each other, indicating some kind of relationship.

"How are you two?" I ask.

Stan smiles.

"We got together yesterday," he says.

I laugh and sit next to Cartman. Both of us are just there.

"Bebe! Goddamnit! Why is it so hard to catch up to you today?" Kenny asks.

"Look. You don't get it," Bebe says.

"WHAT? What do I not fucking get?" Kenny asks.

"I love you but you don't," Bebe says.

"I do love you but what are expecting exactly, I'm poor. My signs aren't exactly something fucking big," Kenny says.

Bebe kisses with him. Literally everyone is getting together here.

"Hey, you two," Stan says, turning to face us.

"What?" I ask.

"Double date?" He asks.

"Me and who?" I ask.

"Him," Stan says, pointing straight towards Cartman.

I blush and look at the table without a look at anyone.

"I mean. I guess?" Cartman asks.

I sigh.

"I would like to talk about the fact we kissed before we actually do though," Cartman says.

I sigh and look at him.

"Did it mean anything?" I ask.

He rolls his eyes.

"Of course it did. I don't just kiss people," he says.

"You're going through therapy. Am I right?" I ask.

He nods.

"Can I help you figure out the mother money situation?" I ask.

He takes a moment to think, clearly thinking very hard even.

"Fine fine," He says.

I nod, keeping a small smile on my lips as I say the next sentence,

"Then it meant something to me too."

There is an another smile on his lips, this time wider. How didn't I even realise how much more it felt like with him?

"So you're both coming?" Stan asks.

"For sure," I say.

He smiles before turning to the biology teacher to again, just to correct her on her complete bullshit. He has such a way of correcting bullshit, it's funny to watch. The funnier thing is how he seems to always become even more  aggressive over all the wrong things she says. It's actually fucking hilarious.

"Oi! Kyle!" Kenny yells.

I turn to him.

"You did end up fancying Cartman and will probably suck his balls. You were wrong again," Kenny says.

Oh shit, I've said that to him. Oh shit.

"Are you happy?" Kenny asks.

"Yes, yes I am," I say.

He sighs and goes to talk with Bebe, winking at us before doing so.

"Fuck him," I say.

Cartman laughs and we kiss again. I really am happy, he's much better after getting help.