Cartman X Kyle Novels & Stories

Cleo requested, looking at Tia with deep concern. “Of course we will,” Tia promised, giving her friend a tight hug. “We’ll keep an eye out for Ben on the drive back, and let you know if we see anything,” Kyle assured us, zipping up his jacket. He turned to me, offering a firm handshake. “It was really nice to meet you all. I just wish it had been under better circumstances. Greg, bro, awesome to see you, as always.” I had known Kyle since we were teenagers at school. We had played on the Galencia High football team together for years. It was genuinely good to know that Cleo had someone solid like him looking out for her.

He chuckles, directing his question to Kent and me, and we wince. "No," I firmly reply. "Can we stop talking about all of this? Kent does all of the stuff he does with the girls he brings home from bars. We know that, everyone knows that. We don't do it in front of anyone, so please stop bringing it up." I whine, and Carlo clears his throat. "It's not what you think," Kyle shrugs. "It's weird at times, but they're still ready to fight all the time." Kyle always acted as a mediator, not caring about what others did as long as it made them happy. He refused to argue or take sides in most matters.

“Only the cool ones.” He glanced at me for permission, and I nodded. Slowly, Kyle offered her his stuffed dinosaur like it was a gift of peace. “This is Mr. Chomp. He bites bad guys.” Kyle said proudly. Elaine’s eyes glistened as she reached out to gently pat the dinosaur’s head. “Well, then I feel much safer already.” Kyle crawled up onto the couch near her, settling in like they had always known each other. It was that fast. Kids are funny like that no filters, no baggage. Just energy and instinct.

I say. "You too." Mr. Williamson smiles. "Marie can I please have a word with you?" Karter says and I nod. "Kyle you wouldn't mind keeping Mr. Williamson company would you?" Karter asks Kyle. I try to hold back my laughter as I look at Kyle. "Not at all sir." Kyle says and flashes a huge fake smile at Karter. Karter and I walk away from Kyle and Mr. Williamson. "Thank God I finally got rid of that guy." Karter says once we're far from them.

That, however, caused their heads to bump into each other. “Ahhh!” “Ouch!” They caressed their heads before Kyle spoke. “Stay still. I’ll do it,” he said chuckling. He knelt on the ground even before Ryan could stop him. ‘Damn. This is too cheesy,’ Slyvester thought. Watching the scene, he felt goosebumps all over his skin.

“What are you doing, Kyle?” Kyle frozen, his face going pale as he muttered a cuss under his breath before turning. “Macy, what are you doing here?” Folding her arms under her breast, Macy appeared unfazed. “I should be the one asking that.” Kyle gave a smile, scratching the back of his head while heading towards his mate. “I was just goofing around with my friends.” “Really?” She squinted her eyes. Her beautiful face said she didn't believe it, but Kyle talked her out of it, calling off his friends and leaving with them.

By the time Kyle returned to Kevin, the Delta 1 had an amused look on his face instead of fear. “I know you said they were friendly, but you didn't tell me they were funny,” Kevin said, lifting his hand toward Kyle's face. Kyle’s heart raced, but suddenly, Kevin stopped, and his hand dropped back to his side, as if he had caught himself doing something he shouldn't have. Kyle cleared his throat and tried to pretend it didn't bother him. He motioned toward the kitchen and Kevin followed. Being that he skipped lunch and dinner, the Omega was starving. The smell of jalapeno poppers, and cheese curds had his stomach painfully grinding on itself.

"Is there a problem here?" Kyle.

Most of the students squirmed off at my voice. "Relax sweetie, don't get your pants twisted," Kyle said, raising his hand in defense while smirking. Ugh, that stupid smirk! "Yeah, we weren't planning on killing you. We just wanted to suffocate you a little," Bel said, smiling. That witch. "I don't know for y'all, but I was planning on killing, but the bitch be too strong," the bastard Ashton said. These are my friends, I tell you. Kyle Mccall: 18, Height: 6'2, Blonde hair, brown eyes. Captain of the basketball team, so he's full of abs and whatnot.

I sang happily and loudly right next to his ear, causing him to cringe from the loudness. "Jesus, Kota. Scare me half to death why don't ya?" He chuckled, bringing his hands under my thighs to hoist me onto his back more securely. "I try." I said with a chuckle. Tyler's 6'3 and very well built frame held me up easily, he never seemed to have a problem holding me though as we grew up. I smiled at him, my head peaked around his shoulders, catching his green eyes as he smiled back at me. "So what's up?" He asked me, ignoring his friends who were still in conversation. My eye's went wide at the question, he doesn't remember, I thought to myself.