Cartman's POV:

My alarm goes off, waking me up. I look up at my alarm clock to see the time. 4:50. Ughhh, I don't wanna get up and go to school! I also don't want to talk to Kyle because he'll interrogate me about last night. I also don't wanna see Stan- if he even shows up to school.

I roll out of bed, grab my usual outfit, and go to the bathroom, starting the shower. I quickly get in, scratching at my cuts a little bit because they itch. I wash my hair and body, mentally preparing myself for school. God, I fucking hate school.

I get out of the shower, dry off, put on my clothes, and grab my phone. I look at the time. 5:30. The bus comes at 6 and school starts at 7:41. It only takes about 10 minutes to walk to the bus stop, but I always get there early so me and Kyle have some alone time.

I leave my house after putting on my backpack. I continue walking down the sidewalk, thinking about last night. I shouldn't have said those things to Kyle because now he's worrying about me and I'm not worth worrying over.

I grip onto the straps of my backpack, looking up to see Kyle already standing at the bus stop. He turns to me and gives me a small but sad smile. I walk up to him and give him a small kiss on the lips.

"Hi," I murmur. "You good?"

"Hmmm. Do you feel better?"

"Yeah. Especially since you're now here." Both of our faces turn bright red and we both start giggling.

"Oh shit, Kenny will be here soon." Kyle pushes me away from him and we stand next to each other, staring down at the ground.

"Sup bitches!" Kenny comes over and stands next to Kyle.

"Hi," Kyle says.

"Hi poor boy," I say, chuckling.

"Fuck off, fat boy!"

I just flip him off, not in the mood to argue. He looks at me weird and asks, "Dude, you okay? You usually insult me back."

I shrug. "I'm just tired."

"Uh-huh. Sure you are."

Surprisingly, Stan walks up to the bus stop, standing next to Kenny. "Hey guys."

"Um...hey dude," Kenny says.

"Kyle?"

"What?!" Kyle spits out, clenching his hands into fists.

"Are you and Cartman a thing?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I saw you two makingout on your couch from your window."

"YOU WHAT!" Kyle turns to face him, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

"I don't know why you would date that asshole!"

"Says you out of all people!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Stan, you've ignored me, stopped being my super best friend- hell, you've stopped being my friend in general! And now you think that you can just waltz your way in here and be my friend again? Well I don't want anything to do with you anymore you fucking asshole!"

"What else do you want from me, Kyle?!"

"Hmmm, I don't know. Oh yeah! A friend who's actually there for me and not drunk all the time!"

"I'm not drunk right now."

"You know what I mean goddammit!"

"Now you're starting to sound like Cartman. And that's not a good thing. I wouldn't want to be like that fat pack of lard!" And then the unbelievable happens.

Kyle punches Stan in the face.

"Don't call him that you alcoholic asshole! He told me what you said to him, and I swear to God, if you ever insult him again, I will fucking kill you!"

Kyle goes to punch Stan again, but I hold him back, wrapping my arms around his waist. He struggles, trying to get out of my grip.

"Cartman! Let me go!"

"No! You'll beat up Stan and probably go to jail or something!"

"I don't care!"

"I'll put you down if you promise to not punch Stan."

"Fine, fine! Just put me down!"

I put him down and let him go, trusting him. He glares at Stan, flips him off, and turns to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rests his head on my chest and I wrap my arms around him.

Stan scoffs. "You two disgust me."

Kyle spins around and punches Stan in the face over and over again. Then he grabs my shoulders and bangs his head against the sidewalk. "I fucking hate you!"

I grab Kyle again as the bus is pulling up. "Come on, let's go."

I take his hand and we get on the bus, Kyle sitting near the window and me sitting next to him. Stan sits in the front away from us and Kenny sits in front of him.

"Hey, are you doing okay?" I whisper in Kyle's ears, kissing his ear.

"I'm still a little upset, but I feel better since you're here." He squeezes my hand and gives me a small smile. "Hey, about last night...um...I just want you to know that I'll always love you and that I'll always be here for you and that you can tell me anything."

"Yeah, I know. The same goes for you too."

He looks up at me and strokes my cheek with his thumb. "You ready to talk yet?"

"Uh...no. Not on the bus." AKA trying to get out of talking about because I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

"Okay." He kisses me on the cheek and the bus pulls up to the school.

We all get out off of the bus and walk in the school, me letting go of Kyle's hand because I'm not sure if he's ready to tell everyone about us yet.

I go to my locker and Kyle follows me. "Hey, how long do you want to keep our relationship a secret?" Kyle whispers to me.

I shrug. "It's not really the school that I'm worried about," I whisper back. "It's my mom and your parents. My mom hates gays and your mom is a fucking bitch."

"My mom is not a fucking bitch Cartman!"

"Hmmm, I beg to differ."

He shakes his head and I grab my math book, shoving it in my backpack.

"I'm surprised you're actually getting your math book."

"I want to get my grade up."

"Do you have an F or something?"

"No, I have a B in math."

"I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks." The bell rings and me and Kyle walk to our math class. We sit in the back and take out our notebooks.

The bell rings for us to be in class and class begins. Mr. Garrison starts talking about some dumb math bullshit and I zone out until Kyle passes me a note.

I'm bored. Entertain me.

I smirk and write down in response.

Lol in what way Jew boy? ;)

I hand it back to him and he looks at it. I watch him read it and his face turns red- almost as red as his hair. He writes down on the paper and hands it to me.

If only we weren't at school

My eyes widen and I look over at him. He winks at me and I feel butterflies dance around in my stomach. Goddamn that boy.

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I go to lunch after third period and sit down at my usual lunch table. Kyle, Kenny, Butters, Clyde, Craig, Tweek, and Token go straight to the lunch line. I don't feel hungry yet.

I play on my phone until Kyle sits down next to me. "Hey, where's your lunch?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Oh, did you have a big breakfast?"

"Um, yeah." I haven't eaten since I had that half of a piece of pizza last night.

He gives me a look of suspicion and opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by Kenny sitting down across from me and saying, "So are you two out go the school yet?"

"No, not yet," Kyle says. "We're unsure of how our parents will react."

"You mean your parents and Cartman's mom." Kenny snickers but stops when he sees Kyle glaring at him.

"Kenny, do you want to end up like Stan?"

"Um, no."

"Then I suggest you shut up."

Kenny's eyes widen. "Dammmnnn Cartman, you got yourself a protective boy here."

I smile. "What can I say? He's amazing."

Kyle looks at me, his face bright red. He goes to say something, but shuts his mouth when Butters, Token, Clyde, Craig, and Tweek sit down. Token and Clyde start arguing about some random chick and Craig and Tweek hold each other's hands. I wish me and Kyle could do stuff like that in public.

"Hey fat boy, where's your lunch?" Token asks me.

"I'm not hungry."

"You? Not hungry? That doesn't seem possible." Everyone except for Kyle starts laughing. He just glares at them all in anger.

I nudge Kyle on his side with my elbow and whisper so only he can hear, "Laugh with them. Then they won't suspect anything." He glares at me and shakes his head. He takes my hand in his and holds it underneath the table.

They continue laughing and I snap. "GODDAMMIT YOU GUYS SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU!" Everyone's eyes turn to me and I just grab my backpack and run off to the bathroom. I go in the last stall and lock the door.

It used to not bother me so much when people called me fat, but now that I'm older, it burns. I get down on my knees and stare down at the toilet. Goddammit, I hate myself for doing this. I shove my fingers down my throat and puke even though I haven't eaten anything today. In the middle of my puking, I hear someone say, "Eric? Are you in here?"

Goddammit, it's Kyle!

I quickly finish puking, stand up, wipe my mouth, and flush the toilet. I grab my backpack and open the stall door. Kyle looks up at me and wipes my mouth.

"We need to talk," he says.

"About what?" I look around the room, being okay with looking at anything besides Kyle.

"Are you bulimic?"

"No!"

"Anorexic?"

"NO!"

"Cartman, you better not be lying to me, because I swear to God, if you don't tell me the truth right now, there will be hell to pay!" That means he could break up with me.

I lean on the stall and sink down on my knees. I pull my legs up and hug them, staring down at my feet. "I do have an eating problem."

Kyle kneels down to my level and cups my cheeks in his hands. "Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to take in getting better." He kisses me and I instantly feel better.

"Ewww, you kissed me with a pukey mouth!" I chuckle and he just glares at me with tears in his eyes.

"Have you eaten yet today?"

"No."

Kyle sighs. "You're coming over after school then."

"Why?"

"So I can make sure that you eat something." The bell rings and I stand up, as does Kyle. He takes my hand and kisses it. "I love you."

"I love you too. Come on, I gotta go to English."

We let go of each other when we walk out of the bathroom. I head to English and Kyle heads to history. I sit down in the back and zone out until the end of the day, my teacher talking about the retarded play The Crucible.

The end of school finally comes and I wait outside for Kyle. I was thinking of making a run for it, but I want to see him, and I don't want to hurt him even more.

I see him walking towards me so I smile and wave. He smiles and waves back and takes my hand. "Come on, let's go."

We walk down to Kyle's house and I start to feel sick. He's going to make me eat and I don't want to. We eventually reach his house and sit down at his dining room table.

"What do ya wanna eat?"

"Nothing."

Kyle shoots me a glare and opens his fridge. "Come over here."

I stand up and go over to the fridge.

"Whay do you wanna eat?"

"Ummmm..." I look in the fridge and say, "I'll eat some mac and cheese."

Kyle takes the container and pops it in the microwave. I sit back down as he places the food in front of me and hands me a fork.

"Here. Eat." He moves his chair near me and sits down, staring at me.

I just stare down at my food, not knowing what to do. I pick up the fork, but my hand starts shaking, and I drop my fork. It hits the table and I grip onto my pants, trying to stop my hands from shaking.

"Here. Let me." He picks up the fork, stabs some food onto it, and holds it up to my mouth. "Open."

"Kahl, you don't have to feed me like a little baby."

"It'll make you eat, goddammit!"

I sigh. "Ugh, fine." I take a bite and slowly chew. I swallow and the sense of feeling disgusted with myself comes crawling back.

"Okay, good, good." He continues feeding me until it's all gone. He smiles at me and hugs me. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

I smile back and hug back. "Thank you."

When I get home, I'm just going to throw it all up. And he won't find out.