Author's Note: Hey! I'm actually not late this time! XD Well, a little. Two and a half hours late. Haha whoops.
Well! Here we are. 8) The last part. Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing and supporting and giving me ego boosts. XD This was a ton of fun to write, and I hope that it's fun to read! x3 I love you all! And keep an eye out, I'm planning on starting a Butters/Dougie chaptered fic soon. 8) I still have a lot of planning to do, but as of now it's going to happen. It's also got a side of Butters/Kenny. And a dash of Stan/Kyle. XD; I just can't write people straight, can I? Haha anyways, I'm rambling!
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SO ENOUGH CHITCHAT! ENJOY
A week or two later I was watching a movie with Butters and Dougie.
Well, I was trying to watch the movie but the two lovebirds were rather distracting. When the movie had started they were laying on the couch together, Dougie between Butters' legs. But within the first ten minutes Dougie flipped over and they started to giggle. At first Butters had the courtesy to give me a few wary glances, but soon I was totally forgotten.
I heard another giggle and I glanced over, eyebrows skyrocketing.
While I had been trying not to look, Butters' shirt had been lifted and Dougie was hovering over his chest.
I'm not sure why but I was reminded of Kyle, and I felt a twinge of pain in my heart. He hadn't been off my mind for more than and hour or two in two weeks.
Watching Butters and Dougie there just reminded me of the many movies we'd watched- or at least tried to watch.
I looked away, a painful lump rising up in my throat. I couldn't live like this anymore. Every day it seemed like the guilt and pain got worse. I couldn't keep crying every time something even remotely reminded me of him. Yesterday I'd seen a doll with red hair and I'd almost broken down right there.
"Um, Butters...?" I stood up, but Butters seemed pretty distracted by Dougie's hand.
"Butters! Hello!" I called, and Butters jumped. Both of them looked up at me, blushing.
"I'm gonna go home." I said, smirking at the boys on the couch.
"Oh? Are you okay?" Butters said shakily, sitting up a little.
"Yeah... I'm fine." I gave then a small smile and a wave, "Goodnight. Have fun." I laughed and left, hearing giggled from the living room.
As I walked home I thought. I hadn't seen Kyle since he kicked me out of his house, and I found myself going out of my way to walk down his street.
I stared up at his house, knowing which window was his. Like magic his light switched on and I saw his silhouette against the curtains. He was either facing the window or his back was, I couldn't quite tell. It looked like his head was bowed and he was hugging himself. I couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking about me.
Standing there in the darkness, looking up at the only source of light, I found myself not wanting to do this anymore, I needed him back an I wasn't going to wait any longer. I'd never felt this way before and I wasn't about to lose it.
I turned away, putting my hands in my pockets and continuing down the street. His street.
Later that night I sat at my desk, desperately scrawling my thoughts onto a piece of paper.
Kyle-
First of all, I want you to know how sorry I am. I did something stupid to get back at Wendy but it backfired. If I could take it all back, I definitely would. Even if it meant losing you. I just want you to be happy.
Please meet me at the elementary school playground and 11:00 tonight. I won't be surprised if you don't come.
-Eric
As I finished I read it over quickly. I sighed, it wasn't quite right but this was my fifth try and I was pretty tired. I would put it in his mailbox tomorrow. I left the letter on my desk and stood.
God, I hoped this would work. He'd probably never trust me again, but I had to try. I had to try.
I arrived at the playground a little earlier that I'd told him. It would give me enough time to think of what to say. The problem was, I couldn't think of anything. The only thing that came to mind was how sorry I was. And that wouldn't get me very far.
I looked at me watch for the billionth time. It was almost 11:30 and the red-haired boy was nowhere to be seen.
I scanned my surroundings again, and this time something shocked the hell out of me. It was the same old shock of hair. the same old worn orange jacket, and I was sure his eyes were still startlingly green. But in that instant I realized just how much I missed that image. I even found myself choking up. I couldn't tear my eyes away, even after he looked up and met my gaze. He slowed and stopped, and we stayed there for a moment. Our eyes were locked, and I could tell even from ten feet away that he was scared.
"K-Kyle..." I said quietly, and he looked back down at the ground. We were silent again, and Kyle shuffled the rest of the distance avoiding my gaze. He sat in the swing next to me, but now I couldn't manage to look at him.
"Kyle, I-"
"Wait." he cut me off, "Before you start, I want you to understand how much you hurt me. I haven't stopped crying for two weeks. At first I was this close to telling Ma the truth, but Ike talked me out of it. Eric... I am in no place to trust you right now. I just... I don't know if I can trust anything you say... But... I really want to." he looked up at me, and I could clearly see the hurt in his eyes. I was sure he could see the guilt in mine, too.
"Kyle... I don't want you to trust me. Well, I do. But I understand that you don't. I just need you to hear me out. Okay?" I gave him a hopeful look and he gave a curt nod.
"Okay... I am so sorry, Kyle. I... I didn't want you to find out that way... Hell, I didn't want you to find out at all." I shook my head and Kyle shot me a look.
"You must be asking yourself 'how do I know this isn't all part of the plan?' And... I can't make you believe that it isn't... But I can ask you to believe it... Because..." I felt myself choking up, "Godammit, I love you, Kyle! I really, really do. You're the only person that I couldn't stand hurting. You're the only one that's managed to crawl inside my heart... And believe me, I know how gay this sounds but I'm gonna say it anyways 'cause it's true... You're the only one for me. I-I fucking love you, Kyle... And I don't want to love anyone else..." It wasn't until I stopped talking that I realized there were tears rolling down my cheeks.
I couldn't read Kyle's eyes, but his eyebrows were drawn together in an emotional sort of way.
"Eric... I... I still love you..." he paused, and I think it was the way I took a surprised breath that caused his next words. His eyebrows furrowed and I got scared.
"Godammit, Cartman!" 'Cartman' I winced at the name that held no respect or forgiveness, "You know, you really had me going. God, I can't believe I was actually going to forgive you! You're an asshole!" he yelled, standing up and starting to walk away.
"Kyle...! Please, I'm not lying. I... God, never mind. You should leave and never come back. Just... Leave me here." I wanted to hug my knees to my chest but I was on a swing, and I was too fat anyways. So I settled on wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Eric... I just... I don't know if I can trust you... I'm sorry..." he kept walked away, and I felt a sudden surge of anger. I stood, clenching my fists.
"Fuck you." I said, quiet but loud enough for him to hear. He paused, looking around at me.
"What?"
"Fuck you, Kyle. You shouldn't have come if you weren't even going to fucking listen to me. You're so self-centered! You think I'll just wait around for you to fucking make your mind?! Well, fuck you, Kyle! You blew your fucking chance!" I screamed, storming past him. I couldn't help but notice the tears on his cheeks as I walked by. I ignored the stab of guilt I felt.
"He's just a stupid Jew..." I mumbled, and Butters growled at me.
"God, I've heard enough about how stupid and Jewish he is! Why don't you tell him instead of whining to me about it?" I shot Butters a glare and he rolled his eyes.
But I had to admit, he was right. Now I was thinking about Kyle even more than I had before we'd fought. Most of it was more negative though. For the past week I had been ranting to Butters about how stupid and wrong he was. I had even gone as far as interrupting him and Dougie one afternoon. Even though almost every night I forgave him into my pillow, I was too damn stubborn to actually say anything. His words had stung me deep that night, and I had acted irrationally.
"Go home, Eric."
"What Why?"
"Because." he said, his jaw clenched. I rolled my eyes, scoffing.
"I swear, if you guys keep at it like that, one of you is going to end up pregnant." Butters flushed bright red and he stumbled for a comeback.
"Shut up, Eric." he said finally with a defeated sigh, "You'll be at the park at three, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be there."
"At the tree?"
"At the tree."
"Okay, goodbye!"
I should've been suspicious of his overly-excited attitude but I was too busy being mad at Kyle.
I was at the tree at three. Just like Butters said. What I hadn't count on was a particular flash of red hair that I had been avoiding like the plague. He had arrived shortly after I did, and he pretended not to see me. Which was just as well because I pretended not to see him. He leaned against a tree not far from mine, and I couldn't help but wonder why. And maybe steal a glance or two. When I spotted the blonde boy I sat up and smiled. Saved!
"Butters!" me and Kyle said in unison. We looked over at each other, then back at Butters. The damn blonde was grinning and had his arm around Dougie, who was also grinning.
"Godammit, Butters!"
"Butters! Did you invite him?!"
Butters didn't say anything, he just kept grinning.
"Fuck this, I'm leaving." I said and turned away.
"Yeah me too."
"Nobody's going anywhere!" Butters called and we both paused. There was an odd sort of domination in voice that I didn't recognize. I figured it had something to do with Dougie
"Turn around and come here!" he commanded and we grudgingly complied.
"Now, for the past week I've had to put up with both of you whining about how horrible the other one is. And I'm sick of it. You're both acting like eight-year-olds! You're in love with each other. Eric, you told me that you couldn't give him up. That you would do anything to get him back. And Kyle, you told me that you'd tell your mom for him!"
We both looked away, not wanting to confirm or deny Butters' words.
"You both know how silly you're being. You're just looking for things to be mad about! I want you to face each other. Go on!" Butters grabbed my arm and forced me to lock eyes with Kyle, "Now, apologize!"
We were quiet for a moment, just looking into each others' eyes. Suddenly everything else melted away and it was just me and that flash of red hair.
"Kyle... I'm so sorry..." I said quietly and he bit his lip.
"Oh, god, Eric! I'm sorry too!" he cried, running into my arms. I held him close, closing my eyes and resting my nose on his head. WE stayed like that for a while, until Kyle pulled away and connected our lips.
When our lips parted we just looked at each other. I knew everything was forgiven and forgotten.
"...I missed you." he said, and I smiled. He looked unbelievably beautiful in that moment, and I had the urge to pin him down right there and fuck his brains out. So I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him down. We rolled around for a while before I had his arms pinned above his head. I kissed him deeply for a minutee or two before pulling away.
"Kyle?"
"...Yeah?"
"I forgive you."
"...You're an asshole." he giggled, "Now kiss me quick before you do something stupid again."
"Ugh, this relationship is so much work." I said and complied to his demands.
As it turned out my 'ultimate revenge' really was pure genius. Even if it had a hiccup or two. Everything ended up very ultimately.