This story is going to be a little different. Among other things, I've decided to write myself as a character, under the alias "Mike Davis". If it goes well, "Mike" might make a few more appearances.
NOTE: "Mike" is not a perfect copy of myself, for anonymity's sake.

It was a brand new day in South Park. The sun was shining, slowly melting the snow covering the streets that had gathered there after the snowstorm, and five families had moved in over the weekend, all from different corners of the country.
One family, the Broflovskis, moved in to the very edge of town. Another family, the McCormicks, one of the poorest families living in South Park, moved in to the middle of town. The other three – Davis, Marsh and Cartman – all moved in together near the small lake. They didn't know each other, but they were about to. Kyle, Stan, Mike and Eric had gathered outside their classroom, and, as their teacher tried to calm down their new classmates to announce their presence, they got to know each other.

"Hey; I'm Eric."
"I'm Stan. I just moved in today."
"So did I" said Kyle.
"Me too." announced Eric and Mike in unison.
"I'm Mike.
"My name's Kyle."
"...Man, what's taking so long?"
"You can come in now, guys!"

"I guess that answers that."

The first one to step into the classroom, once he pushed the other three out of the way, was Eric Cartman. He was a short and fat kid whose father had run away before he was even born. He had light brown hair and light brown eyes. He ignored the students' whispered conversations about his weight and just sat down on the first available seat. Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski walked in together, leaving Mike Davis outside. Stan was of average height, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. Kyle, on the other hand, was somewhat short, with piercing emerald eyes and long, and somewhat dark, red hair. The boys sat down next to each other on the very last row, leaving only two free seats. Finally, the last one – Mike – stepped in. He towered at six feet and four inches, with short dark brown hair and bright brown eyes. He waved around and sat down on one of the available seats. The teacher waited for a few seconds before looking outside. Realizing that the four boys were the only ones, she turned to Eric, who was the only one sitting on the front row, and asked why there wasn't anyone else.

"Weren't there were five of you?"
"Nope."
"Huh... I must've gotten it confused."

However, the teacher was right. The last boy, Kenny, who was almost as tall as Mike, and with long, dirty blond hair and bright blue eyes, was still on his way to school. He knew he was late, but he wasn't in any rush. He took his time, looking around to see what South Park was like. When he arrived at the school, the same thing happened. He walked around the school, although mostly looking for his classroom. The school was divided into four peripheral structures and one main structure in the middle. They had all been painted by various groups of students over the years, and each structure was signed by them.
Kenny was so distracted that by the time he actually made his way into the classroom, class was almost over, prompting his teacher to give him a speech about punctuality. Once she was finished, Kenny quietly sat down at the last available desk and stayed quiet for the remainder of the class.

During the first recess, Kenny approached the other four boys. They were as new to town as he was, so they were his best bet at making friends.

"Hey, guys. I'm Kenny."
"Hey. I'm Stan, that's Eric, Kyle, and... Mike, is it?" said Stan as he pointed at each of the boys.
"Yup." replied Mike.

Kenny looked at each of the boys, to try to memorize their faces. The boys stood together in silence, as they were all too shy to say anything. Finally, when one of them decided it was enough, the bell rang, rendering his efforts futile. All five boys rushed indoors and to another class, where they remained silent once again.

Once the day was over, the boys gathered just outside of the school and finally had a short conversation with each other.

"So... Where do you guys live?"
"I live over there; at the end of town."
"I live that way too, but not that far."
"We live next to each other, by the lake."
"I guess that means we won't be walking home together."

"Who cares?" Stan thought.

"Well, we'll see each other tomorrow."
"Sure. See ya."
"Goodbye."

Mike, Stan and Eric waved goodbye to Kenny and Kyle and left together. Kenny and Kyle followed their example and started walking home.

"So... What do you do, Kenny?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw your hands. You're not just a student."
"...I used to work at a garage to help my mom. Our dad left us, so we have to do whatever we can to get by."
"Sorry... I let my curiosity get the best of me."
"Just don't let anyone else know about it... I don't like to broadcast my problems to strangers."
"I'm sorry..."

Kenny glanced at Kyle, who had his head lowered the entire time. Kenny picked up on the not-so-subtle hint that Kyle really did feel sorry for what he said. However, forgiveness would take more than that.

"...This is where I live. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyle looked at Kenny's house. Their lack of money was painfully obvious. From the roof that had several holes to the poorly painted walls, everything made Kyle wish he could do something to help Kenny.

"Hm..."

Meanwhile, as Kyle started walking the rest of the way alone, Mike, Stan and Eric arrived at their respective homes. Eric's was closest to the school, then Stan's, and finally Mike's. They all looked exactly the same on the outside – white, short roofs and a garage on the right hand side – but, inside, they were drastically different. Stan's house had three bedrooms upstairs: one blue, one white and one tan. His living room had a small television set and, on the opposite wall, a large couch. His bedroom had a small, and somewhat empty bookshelf next to his bed. Eric's living room had no television. He had moved it into his bedroom, next to the door, so that he could watch TV while lying on his bed, which sat on the corresponding wall.

Nightfall came, and the boys went to sleep. Some sooner, some later; all except two: Kenny and Kyle. They sneaked out of their houses and walked around town. Kenny just wanted to know what South Park was like, but Kyle had a different purpose in mind. He wanted to help Kenny any way he could. Kyle's family wasn't exactly rich, and they had their own financial problems, so giving money to him was out of the question. However, he could try to find him a job. Maybe even get one himself.

"Kenny's worked at a garage before... There's got to be one around here somewhere."

Kyle wandered for hours, long after Kenny went back to sleep, until he found what he was looking for. A small car repair shop on the outskirts of town; away from all five boys' houses. At first, Kyle thought it was abandoned, but he soon realized that it was just not being taken care of. From outside, Kyle could see a small bedroom on the second floor and several tools scattered around on the first floor.
The owner, a man with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, approached Kyle. He was noticeably taller and stronger than he was, which, to Kyle, was intimidating.

"You gonna stare all day, son?"
"S-Sorry. M-My name's Kyle, and-"
"You're one of them newcomers, right?"
"H-How did you know?"
"Small town. What do you need?"
"I-I was just wondering if you needed some help. I have a... friend who could really use a part-time job."
"And he sent you to deal with that? What kind of friend is that?"
"N-No; it's not like that. I'm looking for something to do as well."
"Well, my last guy quit, so I have been short-handed at work... Have him come by tomorrow. You too, boy."
"Thank you."

Kyle bowed slightly and rushed back to his bedroom.
South Park was starting to frighten Kyle. The townspeople didn't usually go out, so there were no lampposts to light up the dark. Kyle tried to ignore it and ran as quickly as he could to his bedroom. Once he was there, he got in his pajamas and lied down on his bed. He briefly wondered how he was going to convince Kenny to work at the garage, and how he was going to work there with no experience, but those concerns dissolved once he fell asleep.

The following morning, Kyle got up earlier than he was supposed to, to see if he could meet Kenny en route to the school. However, he was still resting comfortably under his bedsheets. Kyle waited for as long as he could, but Kenny never showed up. Thinking that the blond boy had left even earlier than he did, Kyle rushed to the school, where he found Stan, Mike and Eric. Kyle realized that Kenny hadn't left earlier than he did. He hadn't left at all.

"How did he even manage to get a job?"

Kyle's first thought was that Kenny was too lazy, but he remembered Kenny's situation and how he really needed to have a job, lest his family go bankrupt.

"He's probably more reliable than he lets on... Kinda cute too."

"Kyle! Dude, are you listening to me?"
"S-Sorry, Mike. I was just thinking about something."

Mike wanted to press the issue further, but Kyle's face told him that it would be pointless. Kyle's mind was clearly elsewhere, and the bell indicated that they wouldn't have time anyway.

"C'mon; let's go."

Almost half an hour after class started, Kenny arrived. His teacher gave him yet another speech, which he listened to whilst periodically rolling his eyes. In the end, he simply went to his seat next to Mike's and remained there in silent, in spite of the latter's attempts to have a conversation.

During their first recess, the boys finally started talking to each other, albeit slowly.

"So... any news?"
"Nope."
"Nothing."
"Did you guys catch that Terrance and Phillip episode last night?"
"Dude, that shit's for little kids."

"Just trying to talk about something..."

"H-Hey, Kenny, could I talk to you for a sec?"
"...Sure."

Kyle led Kenny far away from the other three boys, much to their amusement. Their laughter didn't go unnoticed by Kenny and Kyle, who tried their best to ignore it.

"Listen, I'm really sorry about what I said yesterday. I wanted to make it up to you."
"What did you have in mind?"
"...I found this little garage in the outskirts of town that's hiring. My family isn't doing too well either, and I was hoping we could work together, since I don't know anything about cars."
"Hm... I could use a job... I'll talk to my mom about it... Thanks, Kyle."
"So... Should I meet you later?"
"Sure. Sounds good."

Stan, Mike and Eric stared and wondered what Kenny and Kyle were talking about, until the bell rang again and they had to disperse.

Later that day, Kyle and Kenny walked home together once again. The road was long, and the heat wasn't making it any easier. They talked about everything that they could think of, without spilling too many secrets. When they arrived at Kenny's house, they shook hands and split up. Kyle continued on the rest of the way on his own, with Kenny watching him from his bedroom.

"I'd better talk to mom before he comes back."

Kenny's mother's bedroom was across the hall from the one he shared with his siblings, and the floor creaked with every step. He tried not to wake up anyone who might have been sleeping, but it was nearly impossible. Once he made his way across the hall, he coughed, to get his mother's attention, and explained the situation.

"Hey, mom. Listen, I heard that there's a place here in South Park that's hiring. I could go there, to help you."

Kenny only received a few grunted remarks as a response. His mother's bedroom stank of beer; a clear indication that she was too drunk to say anything else. He decided it would be best to get the job anyway and talk to her when she was sober.

About an hour later, Kyle arrived to show Kenny the garage. He called out to him from outside, and Kenny rushed downstairs, eager to leave his home and go somewhere better.

"Can't do much worse than this." he thought.

"Thanks for this, Kyle."
"You're welcome. C'mon; I'll show you where it is."