Disclaimer- I do not own South Park or any of the characters. I own Ashton McKenzie, and that's about it.

Authors Note: Alright, so I'm starting a new story. It's my first attempt at a South Park fic, so sorry if it sucks. Please review, but don't waste my time and yours by flaming. But if you like, tell me so I can continue. Thanx.

Chapter One: Prologue

I couldn't believe I was moving. This was gonna suck ass. Some stupid small mountain town called South Park. Why was I moving? Well, my house burned down, and it killed my parents. That may sound like a big deal, and it was a big deal then, but it isn't now. So anyway, since I was now an orphan, I was moving in with my Aunt Sharon, Uncle Randy, and my cousins Stan and Shelly.

I had just gotten off the plane, and I was looking around the airport for my new family. Finally I saw them, a boy my age, a girl a few years older, and their parents, my Aunt and Uncle. I dragged my bags over to hem.

"Hi," I said.

"Hello Ashton! My goodness, last time we saw you, you were 3 years old! My, you've grown," Aunt Sharon said. "You remember me and Uncle Randy, and your cousin Shelly, but you were too small to remember Stan. Ashton, your cousin Stan, and Stan, your cousin Ashton."

"Hi Stan," I said.

"Hey Ashton," Stan said.

"Hi Shelly," I said.

"Hi, turd," Shelly said.

"Alright, Randy, grab her bags, let's go get in the car," Aunt Sharon said. I followed behind them out into the parking lot. It was snowing. Stan trailed back and walked beside me.

"So, you're from California?" Stan asked.

"Yeah," I said, quietly.

"It must be nice there. Well, South Park will be a big change for you. I'm really sorry about your parents, Ashton. I'm sad too, they were my Aunt and Uncle too you know." Stan said.

"Thanks." I said, with a little smile.

"No problem, and as soon as we get into town, you can meet my friends."

"Okay, that might be fun," I said. We were outside now, and we got into the car. I had to sit in the back with Shelly and Stan. As we drove to Stan's house, I looked out the window. My hair was black, and it was perfectly straight, so it always fell in my eyes. I flipped it out of my eyes as I watched the snowflakes fall on the window and melt. Man, that depressed the hell out of me. They seemed so lonely. And the way they just melted, died, it reminded me of my parents. Stan tapped me on the shoulder. I focused my icy blue eyes on him.

"Hey, Ashton, it's gonna be alright," He said to me. Those words meant a lot to me.

When we got home, Stan helped me drag my bags up to his room.

"Okay, since we don't have a guest room, you're gonna have to stay in my room with me. Is that okay?" He asked.

"Of course," I said. I looked around. They had set up an extra bed for me, with a dresser and night table beside it. They were being so nice to me. It almost brought a tear to my eye.

"So, you wanna come meet my friends?" Stan asked. I nodded.

We walked downstairs and Stan yelled to Aunt Sharon that he was taking me to meet "the guys". She said to be home by dinner. We stepped outside and snow was still falling. I pulled my black and red striped jacket closer around me.

"Come on," Stan said. "The guys are all over at Kyle's," I had no idea who the hell Kyle was, so I just nodded. We came up to another house that looked like all the others. Stan knocked on the door. It was soon answered by a boy, who from that moment on stole my heart. He wore an orange jacket, and a green hat. He had the face of an angel.

"Hey Stan, who's that? Is that your cousin?" The boy asked.

"Yeah, Kyle this is Ashton, Ashton this is Kyle."

"Hey Ashton, well come in you guys, we're watching Terrance and Phillip," Kyle said.

"You guys watch Terrance and Phillip?" I spoke up. I used to watch Terrance and Phillip back home all the time.

"Yeah, of course dude," Kyle said as we stepped in and he shut the door. We walked into the living room, where two other boys sat. One in an orange parka and one really fat one in a red jacket.

"Dude, who's the broad?" The fat one asked. I stared at him, slightly taking offence to being called a 'broad.'

"Cartman, shut up, this is my cousin Ashton. Ashton, that's Cartman, and that's Kenny."

Kenny said something, but it was muffled by his parka.

"Dude, Kenny!" Stan said, looking disgusted at Kenny.

"What?" I asked, not understanding what Kenny said.

"Ummm, he said hi Ashton," Stan said.

"Oh… okay, hi Kenny," I said. Kenny looked at me for a second and then started laughing under his parka. Cartman laughed too, but Kyle and Stan frowned at him.

"I'm going to get drinks. You wanna come Ashton?" Kyle asked.

"Sure," I said and followed him out to the kitchen. Once we were out of hearing range of the guys, I asked Kyle,

"So, what did Kenny really say?" Kyle almost dropped the pop cans.

"He said… he said you have nice tits. But don't mind him, he's a pervert." I'm sure I had a weird look on my face, but then I burst out laughing. Kyle looked at me, smiled, and looked like he was deep in thought.

We walked back out to the living room, and I sat on the couch between Kyle and Stan, while Cartman and Kenny sat on the floor. We sipped pop, while watching Terrance and Phillip.

"Hey, Ashton, friends forever," Kyle said. I smiled at him.

"Yeah!" Stan said.

Kenny said something that sounded like yeah", and Cartman said, "Kyle, you sound like a fag," But from that moment on, we were all friends forever.

That was seven years ago, when we were nine. Now, we were 16, and still best friends. Except for Cartman, who I hated. We still hung out with him, but he always made fun of Kyle for being Jewish, and me for being an orphan.

Instead of South Park Elementary, we go to South Park High, but other than that, nothing has changed. Except for Kenny, who doesn't wear his parka quite so tight, so now we can understand him.

When we were 15, I had a band with some other girls that we were friends with, but we broke up for some reason. I was the singer. I had a pretty good voice.

And, Kyle still had my heart.

So this one day, the five of us had just finished skating at Stark's Pond, and me and Stan had to go home. I was waiting with Cartman, Kenny and Kyle while Stan pissed behind a bush.

"Hey you guys should all come over to our house tomorrow, since it's the weekend and all. Wanna?" I asked.

"Sure, we'll be there," Kyle said. Stan came out from behind the bush.

"Okay, let's go," He said to me.

"Alright, see you guys tomorrow," I said and waved to the guys (and gave Cartman the finger) as me and Stan walked away.

:KYLE'S P.O.V.:

We watched as they walked away. When they were out of hearing distance, I sighed.

"Dude, she is so beautiful," I said, lusting after Ashton.

"No she's not! She's a stupid ugly orphan!" Cartman shouted.

"Cartman, shut up, you fat asshole," I said to him angrily.

"Dude, why don't you just ask her out already then?" Kenny asked me.

"She's Stan's cousin, that's why," I said.

But I knew that wasn't the reason. I knew Stan, and I knew that he would be cool with us going out if he knew we really liked each other. The real reason was that I knew she could never like a guy like me.

Authors Note: Okay, so that was the little pilot episode. Sorry it was like majorly short, but if people like it and review and want me to continue, the next ones will be longer, and hopefully better :)