Sorry if you guys hate Ezra. Also remember all of this takes place during 2019.

Moments before Cartman showed up at the party.

Kyle's POV

"Wow your friends seem pretty cool." Ezra smiled and I nodded. "Better than my friends."

"What are your friends like?" I asked him filled with curiosity.

"Quite boring actually." Ezra took a sip from his own cup. He looked around, but something caught his eye. "Oh."

"What?" Ezra pointed up, and I saw mistletoe. I stared at it and gulped. Its just a stupid tradition. I should tell Ezra we shouldn't...

"Let me just." He handed me his cup, grabbed a chair, and took the mistletoe down. After placing the cahir back he grabbed his cup. "So what were we talking about?"

"Your fri-" I get cut off by someone bumping me into Ezra. "Oh shit, sorry!"

"Hey it's alright. It was an accident." Ezra told me and actually went as far as patting my head. He glared at him before chuckling myself.

"Yeah." I chuckled once more before someone bumped into me again. This time it ended worse than I thought. I looked at Ezra blushing before pulling away. I accidentally fucking kissed a guy I just met and I'm pretty sure is over eighteen!

We just stared at each other and Ezra slowly brushed his fingers against his lips. "U-uh..."

"S-sorry! It was an accident someone pushed me and-"

"Hey, Kyle calm down. I-it was an accident. It's alright-"

"What we talking about?" I looked next to us to see Cartman. He looked a little bit pissed.

"Oh uh just random things." I told him. "Cartman this is Ezra. He's Bebe's cousin's college roommate. Ezra this is Eric Cartman."

"College?" Cartman looked between me and him once more.

Ezra nodded. "Um yes. Bebe has also told me a lot about you." He placed a hand out for Cartman to shake, but he just glared at it. Something didn't feel right, and then I realized something.

"Um anyway sorry about what just happened, Ezra." I told him and he nodded.

"It's okay. It was an accident anyway. Um talk to you later?" He asked and I nodded before he started to walk away.

"I don't like him." Cartman piped up and I looked over to him.

"Cartman did you see that kiss?" I asked him. He crossed his arms. "Cartman?" I asked once more a little more demanding.

"Kiss? Pffft what kiss? Hah!" He looked away before sighing. He nodded. "Yeah..." I let out a small mouth. "What's funny?!"

"You're jealous. It's cute." I stated without thinking. I quickly shut up after and Cartman smirks before hugging me. "C-cartman?" I asked him while blushing.

"Shh. Let's just stay like this for a little bit." Cartman whispered. He continued to hug me, but I didn't hug back. I felt eyes on us. I felt awkward. I felt strange.

I noticed people staring at us. I tried to pull away from the hug. "Cartman... People are staring...."

"Let them stare." Cartman whispered. We just stood there for a little more before he pulled away. After a while he lets go. "Sorry... I was kinda jealous of that Ezra guy..." He trailed off.

We stood there awkwardly before I noticed what time it was and our little bet. "Hey Cartman about the b-"

"Forget it... We should probably stop the bet because everything that has happened." I nodded in agreement. "But I just want to tell you that I still l-"

"Can I have everyone's attention!?" Bebe was standing on a table in the middle over her living room. "I'm having another party on New year's Eve, and your all invited! Oh and I'm fucking gay!" She jumped off the table and hugged Wendy who looked lile she wanted to die.

After she said that everyone cheered. I'm pretty sure half were drunk and the other half just cheered because everyone else was. I looked at my phone again to see it was late. "Hey um Cartman sorry, but I need to go. It's getting late, and mom was pretty strict about me cominh home before a certain time."

"Need me to walk you?" He laughed.

"No. I got it, and you should have fun." Cartman nodded and I started to leave. I felt eyes on me, and to be honest it could just be my mind messing with me. I was in the front yard now, and was about to start walking home when I heard my name. I turned around and saw Ezra.

"Hey you just dropped this." He had one of my gloves in his hand. I checked my pockets to see he was telling the truth. Only one of my gloves were there. He hands it to me and I put them on. "Do I even get a thank you?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. Thank you." I told him and he nodded.

"Leaving already?" He asked and I nodded. "Want me to talk you home?" I shook my head no. "Come on it's late and dark. Plus I heard that were some murderers or something."

I let out a sigh. "Alright..." There is no use fighting it. He was right, and from the looks of it he wasn't going to take a no for an answer. We started walking to to my house. It was very quiet... To quiet actually... Or did I just get used to Cartman hanging around me to much? The world may never know.

"Hey watch where your going." Ezra pulled me near him. "You almost fell Kyle."

"Oh uh thanks." I noticed I almost stepped in a hole. Knowing my luck recently if it wasn't for Ezra I probably would have tripped. We kept walking and I scratched the back of my neck nervously. This kinda reminds me of when I first met Alastor, but Ezra... Ezra seems different. Like I can actually trust him.

Strange.

I messaged my mom telling her I was on my way back. I glanced at Exra to see he was staring at the stars. His blonde hair was falling into his face. For some reason I wanted to push it out of his face. We kept walking and I looked at my feet. Kyle you need to get your life together. We soon reached my house and I started to go in. "Wait Kyle, here." I looked at Ezra to see him take a rose out of his coat. "I guess you could take as an apology."

"An apology?" I questioned his motives for the blood red flower.

He frowns. "For making you feel uncomfortable." He hands me the flower before walking away. "Later red head." He stops and looks over his shoulder at me. "It suits you." He gave me another small smile before leaving with his hands in his pockets.

"Maaaaan my brother is a player." I glared at Ike who was know standing in the doorway leaning against it. "Pick one guy, you like have sixteen after you."

"Shut up." I blushed about what Ike and Ezra said. I walked into my house and saw Firkle sitting in the living room eating popcorn. "Merry Christmas Firkle."

"Happy Hanukkah Kyle." He waved before placing another piece of popcorn in his mouth.

I went to my room and placed the rose on my desk. I shook my head and chuckled a little. "That German boy is such an idiot." I know he was just being nice, but what be did was just kinda sweet.  Half an hour later after my family's normal tradition of lighting the fourth candle on the menorah my mom suggested something different.

"Let's watch a movie." She told us. Something has been kinda weird about mom lately. She never suggests that after lighting the menorah, and she even had let Ike invite Firkle to celebrate with us.

We agreed though. We decided on a movie and sat down in the living room to watch it. At that moment I thought about what my friends were doing. Cartman spending it with his mom, Kenny finding away to spend it with Craig, and Stan most likely spending it locked in his room. He hasn't really been in the mood the past few years to celebrate Christmas.

Stan's POV

"Y-you sure about this Stan?" I stared at the raven haird being in front of me.

I give them a reassuring smile. "Of course." I brushed their hair out of their eyes before kissing their forehead and slowly leading down to their neck. My hand slowly went under their shirt, and they shivered. "Just relax, and trust me."

"I..." They stopped before nodding. "I t-trust you Stan." I removed their shirt and then removed my own. My hands lightly graised their skin, and they tenced up once I touched their bruises. "S-stan?"

"I won't let them hurt you ever again, Pete." I kissed the boy under me lightly. "I promise you that."

And then I woke sweating. I looked nest to me to see the boy next to me covered up in my covers. My shirt basically swallowing him. I brushed the hair out of his eyes. "I promise I wont let them hurt you ever again." I whispered as I cupped his head in my hand. My thumb ran across the bruise on his cheek. I'm glad Kyle told me to go after him yesterday. I rolled over at looked at my ceiling. I'm an idiot.

And I wish I would stop having these dreams. Nothing happened and nothing will. I won't let it.