A/n Okay...you're all probably ubber pissed I didn't update sooner, I'm sorry I'm super lazy and get writers block constantly. For those of you who reviewed are awesome those who are reading this chapter you all rock those who understand my postion with being lazy thank you :) and all of you other people thank you for reading here's-

Chapter 3

''Jew! Stop killing me! Ah mean it!'' Eric Cartman screamed after the probably 30th time Kyle killed him while playing Super Smash Bros.

''But its the point of the game to kill you, Fat ass.''Kyle Broflovski stated back to him.

Cartman was Mario, Kyle was Pikachu. All Kyle had to do was shoot lightning and Cartman would be off the map in seconds. Cartman was getting fed up with this, he should be better since this is his game. Cartman started swearing in anger and Kyle sat next to him silently with a small smirk on his face.

''Calm your tits fat boy, its just a game.'' Kyle stated, ''How about I let you win next game.'' Kyle said as an after thought just to mess with the larger boys pride.

''Ay! Ah can win on my own you little ass wipe.'' Cartman yelled choosing the next arena.
...

Cartman lost five more times after that.

"Are you using your Jew magic on mah game again, Kahl?" Cartman asked after throwing his controller at the TV screen.

"No fatass, you just suck at playing your own games, that's all." Kyle said turning to smile incredulously at the larger of the two.

"Ah do not!"

"You call losing over a bazillion times being awesome at games, I think not." Kyle said turning to play one player whilst Cartman glares. "Sometimes I ask myself why I still hang out with you." Kyle mumbled to himself.

"Same here Jew." ...

"Fahking cylinder dudes!" Cartman screamed as Kyle nearly beat the second to last level. "Come on Kahl! You can't lose now!"

"Damn it Cartman! Shutup before I lose because of your constant backseat driving!"

"Ah'm just trying tah help, Kahl, don't get bitchy on me- OH MAH GOD!" Cartman screeched.

Kyle quickly pause the game before turning to punch Eric in the cheek, causing him to yell. Kyle then unpaused the game before resuming his play.

"Fucking Jew," Cartman mumbled "your character is going to die now without my help,"

"Keep telling yourself that," Kyle said beating the game within a thirty second radius. "But you thought wrong." He said with a sly grin.

Cartman glared in response before grabbing the controler and yelling, "MY TURN !"
He couldn't make it past the horde of Yoshi's and gave up.

For the past week this has been going on, ever since Stan had his emotional break down Kyle and Eric (sometimes Kenny) have been hanging out at each other's houses. No ones talked to Stan during this time seeing how pissed of he's been looking. They're all scared he might kill them or something.

"GIVE IT BACK YOU ASS HOLE!" Kyle yelled trying to pry the controller out of the larger boy's hands.

"No way Jew, Ah bought this shit with my own money, hands...OFF!" Eric said yanking the controller towards himself. They went on like this for a few more minutes before Kyle let go throwing Eric back into the couch cushions. "Fuck! You'll get it you Jew!"

With that Kyle lept from the couch and stated "Fuck that shit." Running towards the bathroom before getting toppled by the brunette. "FUCK!" He yelled before hitting the floor.

Eric, still on top rolled him over and restrained his arms. "You gonna apologize Kahl?" Eric said with a smirk.

"And why should I?" Kyle said defiantly. His nose was bleeding from the intact with the floor and felt as if he were hit with a freight train. Guess Eric really was on the football team.

Eric was slightly blushing from the sight before him but played it of as anger.

Arguing with Kyle always had that stupid side effect on him. He meant what he said back in fifth grade, of course his acting skills were to perfect for the Jew to see them as real. And now seeing as he had Kyle under him (completely vulnerable) he was inclined to kiss him but of course that would ruin everything so he merely stayed in the position a second longer before letting go, getting off of the red head, and walking towards the stairs.

"The fuck was that, Cartman?!" Kyle yelled following him downstairs.
Kyle was in complete shock (mostly from the fall) *was he about to...never mind, it was probably nothing.* Kyle thought trying not to look to much into the awkward silence from when Cartman was on tip of him. The mere thought made him blush.

"It was nothing, lets just finish the stupid game." Cartman murmured as he sat on the sofa, not liking at the other.

Kyle stood in front of him. "It wasn't nothing, tell me or I swear to God," Cartman turned fast, grabbing him by his shirt collar and stared strait into his pupils.

"Don't make me tell you Kyle, just see it as an awkward moment and leave it at that." Kyle was more than just surprised by Eric's sudden request.

The sudden urge to kiss Kyle rose once again, he loosened his grip and turned away.
"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because if I do I'll lose you, and I don't know if I can handle that."