South Park Kyle X Cartman Novels & Stories

He turns his gaze back to me "so --" "Get out man! "Kyle finally speaks up after a long time of observation, and i silently send him a thanks, because honestly, i don't think i have it in me to sit here and pretend to have a polite conversation with almost the whole school watching anymore. "What?" Finn addresses Kyle. Both of them staring at each other Like lions ready to pounce on each others heads. Finn never liked Kyle, and Kyle always hated Finn. "I said fuck off man! "Kyle said coolly.

Axel put the newspaper down slowly, a smile showing on his face now "I remember you seeing the squirrel on my car and using your selfie stick to poke at it, then jumped on me when it began to walk on it" "It is not uncommon knowledge that I want to jump you" Kyle said with a shrug "I would rape you but I have decency and a bit of sense" "Then leave me the fuck alone" "I can't. The plan is to get you so mad that you'd be so irritated and fuck me" "....Wouldn't that be rape?" "Not if I'm consenting to such madness" "Stay the fuck away from me you crazy psychopath" Kyle began to laugh as Axel picked his papers again and began to read it before his eyes fell on the horoscope side and then the da

Cole speaks from where he stands, hands in his pockets, exuding an air of calmness but I know he is far from calm. Cole is the calm on the storm, the one who is always in control even if it’s a fucking hurricane boiling inside of him. Others cannot see it, but the three of us see it all so well. None of each of us can hide who we truly are, how we feel, or how we react to each other. Since we were kids. Kyle is a maniacal psycho who loves pain, and rage, he is the most unpredictable and reckless of us all. He is the destroyer of the group. If you mess with the group, the executioner comes for you; Kyle. And you never want that.

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.

But none of that compared to the knot twisting in his gut. Across the room, Kyle was in the middle of it all, as usual. Laughing loud at some dumb story about last weekend’s party, his blond hair messy and sticking up in that effortless way that made half the cheer squad stare. He had his shirt half-on, revealing the lean lines of his torso, the faint tan from summer practices. Dominic had memorized every inch of him over the years. They’d been inseparable since second grade—building tree forts, sneaking video games past bedtime, sharing earbuds on the bus.

In the middle was the best part in Carl’s opinion: a gigantic chocolate fountain. Everyone knew Kyle was stupid rich, with his parents being famous soap opera stars and him being a popular radio show host and all but Carl didn’t know Kyle was living like this. A lot of their classmates were already there, partying and having a good time- Loud cheering could be heard through the right hallway and out comes two people, each in their own gigantic inflatable hamster ball. “Hamster ball wrestling?! This is just like fifth grade graduation!” Thomas says giddily, going towards them until Orville pulls him back by his shirt’s collar.

"It’s too late now, isn’t it?" "Yes," the boys said in unison. "Too bad," Kyle said, trying to keep his smile. "Is it okay if we watch TV until we go home?" Troy asked. "Sure. I’ll take you home later." Kyle picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "Cartoons?" he offered. "We actually watch National Geographic Kids," Troy replied. "Really?" Kyle was surprised. "Cartoons are for babies," Tristan said, grimacing. "Indeed," Kyle nodded. "That’s good to hear."

"Okay, but you are not staying here. You need to go home and face whatever issues you have in that house." "Dude, are you kicking me out? I nearly died for you!" "Whoa! Technically, I almost died because of you!" Logan smiled. "Okay, Barbie, no need to be hysterical about it. Jeez!" He laughed at the annoyed look on Kyle's face. "Oh, Kyle! I think you and I are about to be the best of friends." He got up and gulped the rest of his drink. Kyle rolled his eyes and pushed him out of the room. "In your dreams, now get out of my house." He smiled. They were definitely going to be good friends.

"I'm sorry baby, Ok. Random movie, then sexting if it gets boring. Done." "Do we need to kiss and seal the deal?" I leaned in and stopped inches from his lips. He smirked and leaned in to kiss me. "Andrew?" A familiar voice greeted him and I turned my back to face him. "Kyle?" we both said at the same time then we both looked at each other with a wandering look. "Peyton?" "You guys know each other?" I asked. "Sit," Andrew said to Kyle. "We used to..." Kyle sat down and looked at both of us.

He got out of the car, and I reluctantly followed. We were on a hill overlooking the city. New Haven spread out below us, all concrete and glass catching the afternoon sun. Somewhere down there, Cassien was planning his next move. Somewhere down there, people like Lisa were getting hurt while people like me failed to help them. "My parents never fought," Kyle said suddenly. I turned to look at him, surprised we were having a conversation other than him scolding my ass.