((2 days later...))
Cartman and I were going food shopping, everything getting better slowly. I avoided any awkward relationship conversations around him and made sure that we were both distracted. He was getting happier, at least I hoped he was. He hasn't left my mind for any second of the past few days. We've only hugged once, when I caught him crying, but when we did I couldn't help but burn up. Could I really be into him...?

He picked up a cucumber and put it down to his crotch. "Look at me!" He taunted, earning a swat from me. He cowered back and put it in the trolley. "Dumbass."

"Says the guy who just publicly embarrassed me and pretended that a cucumber was his dick!" I hissed back, but not angrily. He chuckled in response, dragging me over to the sweet isle. I rolled my eyes as he chucked about 3 bags of nearly everything he could find into the metal I was pushing.

As he missed the crunchy M&M's, I gasped in response and shoved them in his face. "What?" He asked, scanning the packaging. "Oh, I don't exactly like them. They get stuck in my teeth."

"When in the world did you care about you're teeth?" I asked, putting them in the trolley. "Anyway, you're staying over again tonight?"

"Yeah, bro, that's why I'm packing so much shit!" He howled triumphantly as he found a vast bar of chocolate. I admired the big dairy milk bar; it being a 5x10 bar. "This. Is. Everything!" He cheered, giving me one. "Should we challenge eachother to see who can eat it faster?"

"And throw up?" I thought for a second. "Of course! I'm gonna best you're ass, you wait!"

"Nuh-uh! I eat more than you, I can take it!"

My phone buzzed so I looked at it. It was only Craig.

'Craig: Hey dude. Just wondering if you and Cartman want to come to mine for a party, tomorrow. As schools out and it's the only day everyone's free, of course. If you don't come then it's a waste of free booze and food. Better cya there ;)'

I showed Cartman the message. Well, more like shove it directly in front of his eyes. He squinted but soon nodded. "Can't turn down free booze and food." That was all I needed to hear. I hugged his arm and started showing him about one hundred outfits I had saved in Pinterest.

"I was thinking one of these styles for parties?"

"Jesus fucking Christ! Just put on a suit and you're done, god! How can one man be so obsessed over one party? Or even the thought of it?"

"Because I don't want to look stupid." I grew a bit red, giving Craig the simple 'Okay' before putting my phone in my pocket.

"You could go naked and you still wouldn't look stupid."

"Naked? That's an overstatement." We moved on to pay, receiving a little gasp from the lady behind the counter as she took in the amount of food we had.

"Not really." He looked me up and down stupidly but I ignored him and started packing.

Once done, we made our way home. But instead of helping me with the shopping he ran straight in to set up a movie. It was all left up to my mother and I, of course it was. When all was in, the door was locked, my mother went up to do her facial, I beat Cartman up, throwing weak punches everywhere.

"You son of a bitch!" I shouted, earning cute laughs from him.

"Haha! You're so pathetic! All I did was sit my lazy ass down!"

"You could of at least helped bring in the shopping that you put in the trolley!"

"But I didn't." He shot me finger guns, causing me to give him a straight face. He only laughed, tugging my into his chest as he put on a horror movie. He knew I hated them, forcing myself to squirm in his grasp to get deeper into his warmth.

It was soothing, in a way. Having him behind me, holding me tight at tense scenes. Knowing he still liked me, I felt bad. He was holding me, but only as friends. I sighed, reaching down to a bag for some chocolate. Annoyingly, he took the bar straight from my smaller hands and ate it gladly.

I raised my foot up to his crotch, giving it a good kick or two. He yelled in a breathless pain, causing him to push me to the other side of the sofa. "Fuck you Kahl..." he weakly spoke as he got onto the floor and curled up into a ball.

I couldn't help but laugh. At least he got what he deserved. It was my chocolate after all.

He didn't fight back, though. Instead, he pinned me down and ate my favourite sweet: crunchy M&M'S. I growled in response, pathetically trying to receive power over my arms again. He shook his head, moaning though he apparently hated them.

Of course he did. As if I would have ever thought he would change.

He leaned over to my mug of coffee and spat the contents in his mouth into it. My face shrivelled in disgust as he calmly placed it down and let me go. I looked over to his smug face and smile, causing me to grow red. "You motherfucker!" I suddenly lashed out, tackling him to the ground, bumping my hip on the coffee table.

I winced in pain for a moment until I ignored the pain and started rocking his bigger body side to side. His face was full of laughter and pure stupidity as I had no idea how to get him back. He had sneakily been scooting our bodies thurther away from the food or anything for that matter so I had nothing.

When I finally gave in, his attention was suddenly aimed at my new bruise. Even better yet, it was scratched with a bit fo blood dripping out. Great. It wasn't a big deal, but it was annoying. He rose my top up with no warnings, touching around to see where it hurt most.

"Are you alright?" He finally asked after 5 minutes of silence. I helplessly nodded and stood up to walk upstairs.

"I'm going to have a shower." I started before walking upstairs to think my life through in the shower. I hope I didn't leave him hanging. Just when he layed his hands in me with no warning, I was growing warm just at the thought. It was probably because I was in the shower, not realising that it was burning my skin.

I turned it down to a lower than usual temperature, doing my usual routine of washing my hair and body. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked him in the dick...nah he deserves it. He could take it, he was tough enough.

When I got out, I suddenly realised that I didn't have a towel; me having rushed in here. I heard the door open and close, probably because my mother had work. But if I snuck past the stairs....no no no he might move back and see me.

"Um.." I muttered, opening the door. "Cartman?" I called down, getting fairly cold. "Cartman!" I practically screamed, starting to hold my still dry clothes over my body.

"Yeah?" He called back up, mouth full of something.

"Could you get me my towel? It's probably on my bed."

"Why?"

"Because I'm butt-naked in the bathroom with no towel!"

"Just go past, I won't look."

"N-no...I don't trust you enough." I heard him swear and groan, his footsteps growing closer. I did trust him. God why did I say that? Unless...He saw my cowering behind the door, laughing.

"Baby." He commented, walking in the direction of my room. He came back with my towel, passing it to me gladly. "You know, you need to start trusting me more. You know me, I am reliable..at certain things." I rolled my eyes, wrapping the soft fabric around my skinny body. I came out, smiling up at him.

"Thanks. And I know you are, I guess I just wanted to see you." I spoke without fully thinking about it, turning crimson as I walked away. Great. I swear I could hear him chuckle behind me, following me to my room. "Hey! I was just about to take my towel off!" I scolded, closing my door.

"An open door means a welcome room."

"Agh! No it doesn't, not in my case!" I closed it, finally feeling comfortable getting out of my towel.

"So, um, where's the party? And what time?"

"I can only guess it's at Token's. I mean, why the hell would anyone want to throw a party at anywhere but a mansion? It was gorgeous and screamed rich! But I'm pretty sure it'll be at around 6pm; at the earliest. But I'll go at 7 or 8, I don't intend on staying full time."

"Then I'll go at that time too. I mean, we can go together as I'm staying over. I'll just have to pop over to my house to get my outfit."

"How's things at home? I know you haven't spent too much time there but...?"

"Well, my mothers dumped that older man. It's the first time she's considered my feelings, which is a starter for our relationship. She's talking to me less, not bothering to say hello. I guess I didn't realise how much I liked to be talked to from her. You're lucky that you haven't wasted years being rude to you're mother just to finally realise that she's not that bad."

"She's no bad. I mean, yeah, I get that sometimes she can't be here for you because she's at her job. I can see it, though, in her eyes. She doesn't like what she's doing, she just wants money to pay off rent and for you."

"I know. I'm a shit son." I came out, welcoming him with a hawaiian pattered shirt, tucked into black jeans.

"You're not, seriously. Anyway, I was thinking something like this? Gell my hair back, wear sunglasses to look real gay, a pride badge...you know? I'm not taking this off now that I have it on, but for tomorrow."

"Yeah, it looks nice." I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around him. God, I needed to turn the heating on. I groaned into his stomach, suddenly falling tired from his body heat. I felt him soften up and pick me up bridal style. I fought it at first, but eventually melted into him.

He carried me downstairs, turning on the heating as he felt my arms, then layed me down on him on the sofa. "Sorry about kicking you." I spoke, growing pink.

"It's okay. Is you're hip okay?" He turned me around, so he could see where the bruise was. But as I was on top of him, warm and comfortable, my body shut down when I realised what this looked like. He seemed to notice it, but continued making sure I was okay.

My mother walked in, to make it worse. Then I literally just shut down, falling back. "Oh my!" She cooed sarcastically. I shooed her away, not wanting to deal with her lovey dovey crap.

"But seriously." Cartman pulled me into him again, so my stomach was on his. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just a bruise."

"Good. Tell me if laying like this is uncomfortable."

"I will." I hardly shifted, getting as comfortable as I could. He put on another horror movie, probably enjoying my squeals for him to stop tapping me.