Kyle in chains / eric cartman x kyle broflovski

9

It's been nearly four weeks since Cartman and I first made our 'agreement'. Publically, we've continued on as normal - hate you Jew, hate you fatass, etcetera. But when we're completely alone, it's anything but the norm. We have the fiercest, most passionate sex imaginable, doing things that would make Jenna Jameson blush. And everything that happens between us stays between us. It's our little secret. No strings attached.

The terms of this agreement were all well and good up until yesterday. Now I'm pissed off and horny, and all because Cartman doesn't know when he's taking things too fucking far. To cut a long story short, we were in school arguing about something ridiculous over lunch as normal. The usual insults were flowing back and forth between us as easily as they have done every day for the past twelve years. But then fatass had to go and overstep the mark.

'Whatever, you dumb fucking kike.'

He's deliberately used that word to piss me off in the past, but this time it was different. When I heard him say it, I felt a clamping sensation around my heart. I felt as if I was going to cry right there in front of everyone in the cafeteria. For the first time, I felt hurt by his retarded racist insults. So instead of giving my typical angry reply, I did the most un-Kyle-like thing I've ever done.

I got up and walked away.

How fucking stupid was that? We're supposed to be acting like everything is the same between us, and I go and walk away from an argument instead of getting up and kicking the crap out of him for saying something so horrible like I usually would. At first, I really thought I'd blown our cover, especially when Stan and Kenny came running after me. I thought up a lie in record time and told them that Cartman had made me so angry that I didn't want to hang around and do something that I'd regret later. They bought that excuse without question, much to my relief.

In truth though, I'm not really all that mad at Cartman – it's more like I'm disappointed in him. I know what we have is strictly sexual, but after the way we've been with each other for the past month or so, I didn't think it would be asking too much for him to have developed just a little respect for my feelings.

God, I sound like such a fucking chick right now.

And you know what the saddest thing about it is? This realisation hasn't changed my feelings for him. Even though he hurt me, it didn't stop me thinking about him all of last night. In fact, I'd give anything to be on my knees in front of him this very second.

It's for this reason that tonight is going to be a huge challenge. Stan's folks are out of town so he's having me Cartman and Kenny at his place to sleep over, just like old times. In true best friend form, Stan offered to un-invite Cartman so that I didn't have to feel uncomfortable. I reassured him that everything was fine, and that I could cope. Yet another lie - I'm not so sure that I can cope.

You see, Cartman and I haven't so much as touched each other since Tuesday, and it's now Friday. We did plan to get everything out of our systems last night, but due to the name calling incident, I didn't want that fatass within fifty feet of me and ignored my phone all night long. I'm really regretting having made that decision now. Curse me and my stupid ethics.

I glare at the sidewalk in frustration as I make my way to Stan's house. I guess I'll just have to keep my feelings towards Cartman covered up with the usual outward displays of anger. It's not like I'm not well practiced at it - it's what I've done for the past few years. It should be easy enough, considering I'm not currently speaking to him. I'm sure I can control my urges for one night. I mean, it's not like I'm an animal.