Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction that I've ever published, and I hope you all enjoy it ^-^ I'm a massive supporter of Kyman, and I'm very glad that this is my first published story. I will have more chapters uploaded soon (one per day), and I would very much appreciate your feedback.

WARNING: This story contains MAJOR SLASH (boyxboy smut/relations), and if you are not into that sort of thing, this fanfiction is DEFINITELY not for you! If you do happen to enjoy slash, enjoy the smutty goodness ahead ;)

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It was the first day of Freshman year, for Kyle Broflovski, and the rest of his childhood friends. The bunch had somehow managed to stay together throughout the years of crazed shenanigans, and Cartman's incessant pranks and insults. Each of them ended up in the same class every year of elementary school, and throughout junior high they all shared at least one class together, as well as lunch.

To Kyle, 9th grade is just another stepping stone, just the same as every other year has been. It'll be fun, no doubt, but all the same. Even Mr. Garrison had managed to bump up his educational status to "High School Professor", and would be their homeroom teacher, as well as English Professor, for the rest of freshman year. Little did the boys know that Mr. Garrison was actually aiming to make a sexual education program as an extracurricular, but considering the majority of students had already taken sex Ed. in sixth grade, the administration board had dismissed his proposition. Therefore, he decided to teach English instead.

Either way, whether Mr. Garrison was included or not, there would definitely be some changes to the workings of Kyle's inner circle of friends, and he was about to find that out rather soon within the school year. 9th grade would be a whole new adventure for the boys to experience.

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Kyle's P.O.V.

"Shut up, fatass." I muttered angrily to Cartman. I could feel that familiar twinge of aggravation in my forehead as soon as Cartman sat in the seat next to me.

"Jesus Christ, Kyle, it's not my fault you're a scrawny, little Jew! Why don't you fix your own problems instead of yelling at me?" Cartman had an angry look on his face, but by now I could tell what his expressions meant. Under that furrowed brow and twisted frown, there was the hint of a devious smile, and Cartman was clearly loving my anger.

"Cartman, I have to tell you this basically every day; being Jewish isn't a problem. There is nothing wrong with reading the Torah, having red hair, or a big nose, or whatever the hell else you consider to be an abomination. So please, shut up, and let me enjoy my first day of high school." I sighed, and went back to staring out the window like I normally would.

I feel a little guilty whenever me and Cartman get into these arguments every day. I'm basically only with Cartman when I'm in school, or with Stan and Kenny, and they're always the one's who have to witness it. By now, they're used to it, but I'm pretty sure they're also sick of it.

I look back over and see Stan listening to his iPod next to me, but it's pretty typical of him just to drown the noise out and not give two shits. I glance over to the seat across from us, and see Cartman with his head against the faux-leather seat in front of him, looking down at the pencil resting in his right hand. It's a little strange to see Cartman like that. Normally, he would have said some ignorant retort about Jesus dying at the Jew's hands, or something like that, but now he's just sitting there. It weirds me out a bit.

Over the years of us getting older, Cartman's mellowed out a bit. He's not as nasty when we see him, and actually seems to give a little more thought into what's been happening around him instead of focusing on himself all the time. As he got taller, Cartman even lost a few pounds. He's not exactly skinny, but he's much less of the pile of pudding he used to be. Of course he's still an asshole, but it's been nice having him get a little less aggressive.

I quickly shift my glance to Butters, who's also sitting in the seat across from us, to see how he's reacting to the bitterness Cartman and I just spewed out. Of course, he's just twiddling his thumbs as usual. I sigh, and turn my head back to the window just in time to see the bus make a jolting stop in front of the high school.

As I look outside, I focus my vision on the big, bold, and black lettering that rests on the front side of the building's entrance. It reads, "South Park High", with the 'H' in 'High" being slightly crooked. "How lovely," I mutter quietly to myself.

I look over at Stan again, and see that he's still staring down at his iPod, listening to music. I tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. He looks up with a lackadaisical expression plastered onto his features, and takes his earbuds out. "Are we there yet?" he groans.

"Yeah, we're there."

Stan just nods, and then yawns.

"Dude, did you get enough sleep last night?"

"Nope," Stan says with a sheepish grin on his face, "not one bit."

I look at him with a lifted eyebrow. "Were you up talking with Wendy last night?"

He gives me a cheeky grin, and blushes slightly as he nods.

I roll my eyes, "Dude, you've gotta be kidding me. You guys have been on and off since fourth grade! When are you gonna make a definitive decision or not?"

Stan just keeps smiling. "To be honest, I really don't know, but as for now, I feel pretty damn happy and I'm gonna go with it."

I just give him a disapproving glare, and stand up as the bus is about to unload. Stan follows suit shortly, and we both wait as the long line of students make their way along the bus. Of course, once someone pauses to let us through, Cartman takes the first step as soon as he can. I look up at Cartman as he crosses into the narrow aisle, and for a second I swear I see a friendly smile on his face as he looks up at me. I blink, and Cartman's turned into the aisle, and has continued on his merry way off the bus.

"Weird…" I think, "Must have been my mind playing tricks on me."