"Hurry up and open the door, Jew, I'm freezing my goddamn ass off!" Cartman shuffled his feet impatiently; the box he was holding made a sound as if the glass inside it were going to break.
"It's gonna take a while to freeze your ass off, fatboy," Kyle replied, glancing back at Stan and Kenny with a smile before sliding the key into the lock, opening, for the first time, the door to the apartment they would be sharing for the four years they attended Colorado State.
Cartman pushed his way through the door first, ignoring his friends' complaints. The narrow entryway opened up into the kitchen, and beyond that was the livingroom. The spaces weren't too big; it seemed more like a long, very wide hallway. But it would work for them. Cartman walked past the entryway and dropped the box he was holding onto the counter in the kitchen while Stan opened a door to the left of the front door.
"Dude! We have a little laundry room!" the noir exclaimed. Kyle thanked all the powers that were before following Cartman and Kenny into the kitchen, giving the larger boy a glare.
"Be careful with that box, fatass. Those are all the dishes we have."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Cartman waved him off, moving out of the kitchen and standing into the spot that would be their livingroom. "Go grab my Xbox out of the car, Kenny. We should set that up first." The blond rolled his eyes, looking to the right of the kitchen, where an archway formed into a short hallway.
"We should pick out our rooms first, don't you think, Eric?" He noticed there was another, identical hallway to the left of the kitchen. "Looks like there's two bedrooms on each side of the house." He peeked his head into the hallway right of the small kitchen, before stepping into the archway and opening the first door he saw. "Sweet, I'll take this room."
Cartman followed him, looking into the room briefly before moving down the hallway, opening the second door. "A bathroom," he said, more to himself. He waddled to the last door in the hallway, opening it up and stepping inside. "This is pretty big, I'll take this one."
Meanwhile, Stan and Kyle had headed to the other hallway, noticing a similar set up. Kyle had chosen the room identical as the one his blond friend had picked, and Stan had been left with the last room further down the hall.
"Oh, fuck, I have to share a bathroom with Kenny?" Cartman's loud voice suddenly exploded through the empty home.
"Fuck you, fatass," the blond yelled from his room, coming out to stand in his doorway to better yell at the taller man. "I should be the one who's worrying. You'll have that toilet clogged before the night's over with, I guarantee it."
Kyle muttered a silent thanks to whatever god would listen that he was able to share his bathroom with Stan. "Let's start grabbing our shit," he told said man, who nodded and followed him back out the front door. Kyle's red Hyundai still had its back door open, and Stan went to pull more of their boxes out of it.
Kyle stopped him. "Let's grab he couch and shit first. At least get the main furniture set up."
"Good idea."
Three hours later, (though it felt more like six with Cartman's complaining) they had everything moved into the small apartment. It still looked extremely bare, but they at least had most of the basic needs for a home.
Cartman sat down onto the couch that had previously been collecting dust in Stan's basement. His parents had let him take it with him to college, and the four men were grateful for that. "I'm fucking starving, I'm ordering pizza."
"Fuck, please." Stan flopped down beside the brunet, closing his eyes as Cartman pulled his phone out and dialed the number. The larger man glanced down at Stan briefly before the pizza pace picked up and asked him for his order. He ordered two large pizzas with toppings yelled at him by his three friends, and got two 2-liters of soda to finish it off.
"They'll be here in thirty minutes," he said, glancing around for a clock before remembering he had one on his phone. "Six forty-two. Remember that. I'm not paying if it comes any later than that."
Kenny sat down beside Stan, smiling. "We did it." Kyle shared the look, hopping up on the kitchen counter closest to the livingroom.
"Finally made it out of South Park." He sighed in content, leaning back and smacking his head against the cabinet. "Ow…"
"For the next four years, at least," Stan commented, opening his eyes. "I still have no idea what I want to do. For all I know, I'll be back in South Park four years from now working some dead-end job I don't like because I picked some dumbass major at the last minute."
"Quit your bitching, Stan," Cartman said.
"The first two years of college don't even really count, Stan, so relax." Kyle hopped off the counter, walking into the livingroom. "You don't have to decide until junior year. You're only taking the basics until then."
"Then why are all of you guys already taking classes for your majors?"
Kyle shrugged, reddening a bit. "Just getting them out of the way. And Kenny's not."
"Yeah, he is. He's taking that Human Development thing," Stan said, pouting.
"So? We're all still taking the basic requirements, too." Kyle waked over to the couch and sat on the arm of it, kicking his super best friend lightly. "Lighten up a little, dude."
Cartman stood up, the cushion beneath Stan rising a bit as the weight was taken off of it. He leaned down near the TV to turn his Xbox on, picking up his controller before sitting back down again. "As much as I love hearing you bitch, I need to kill things after a day like this."
"Amen," Kenny said, settling down into the couch to watch. Kyle sighed before suddenly sitting up.
"We have to flip this whole room around." Said room's other three occupants looked at him, confusion plastered over their faces.
"Um…why?" Kenny finally asked.
"I can't share the wall with the TV. My bed's on the other side, dude," the redhead explained. When his friends continued to look curious, he went on. "I don't want the sounds of gunfire and monsters yelling keeping me up at night while I'm trying to sleep, especially if I have work or school early in the morning."
"Are you fucking serious, Kahl?" Cartman yelled after a few moments. The latter said nothing, only crossed his arms. Stan sighed, patting Cartman and Kenny's back in a gesture to get them off the couch.
"Let's just do it real quick, alright?" The two stood up begrudgingly, and had the room reorganized in a few minutes, so that the TV was now against Kenny's bedroom wall, not that the blond really minded.
"Thanks," Kyle said, grateful. He turned to Stan as the three sat down once again on the couch. "You wanna go with me to get some groceries, dude?"
The noir gave his best friend a pleading look that asked 'Can't we do it tomorrow?'
The redhead sighed. "You're right. We've done enough today." He stretched, pulling out his phone. "I'm gonna get some sleep, I'm fucking beat."
"Night, dude," Stan said absently, already absorbed in watching Cartman play. Kenny turned to smile and nod at Kyle.
"Sweet dreams."
The jew walked the short distance to his room, shutting his door behind him to block out the noise. He hadn't put his bed together yet; the disassembled frame sat against the wall next to his mattress. He'd fix it up tomorrow. For now, he pulled his mattress away from the wall and laid it out on the floor, flopping down onto it. He could hear Stan and Kenny sharing a laugh, followed by an angry rant from Cartman.
He smiled. Living with his best friends (and, hell, even Cartman) had been the best decision of his life. Though he had no blankets, he fell asleep rather quickly, excited for the next day to come so they could figure out how they were going to manage living together for the next four years.