Mountain Days
Introduction-
A rather disgruntled Kyle awoke on the December morning as someone yelled from a lower floor, but grinned when he remembered that today was the first day of Winter Break. His eyes darted to the alarm clock, which was flashing 11:07, as soon as he realized the time he jumped out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He was supposed to be meeting Stan and Kenny at Stark's Pond in about 20 minutes. How had he slept this late...? He ran around quickly getting dressed and rushed downstairs without even noticing his parents yelling at each other (not that this was abnormal, they just bickered a lot lately) and ran straight out of the door to get to Stark's Pond. Panting and huffing as he arrived, Kyle glanced up to the faces of Kenny and Stan.
They really hadn't changed much from the six years previous when they were in fourth grade as far as appearances went, Kenny still wore his orange jacket and Stan still wore his blue and red hat. The only thing that had changed was their height and the fact that they were more muscular now – but that was to be expected. Cartman, blowing them off typically when they'd spoken with him yesterday about meeting up there, while claiming he had better things to do, had aged about the same along with managing to put on even more pounds. No one was entirely sure how he could've gotten any wider, but leave it to Cartman to find a way.
"Hey guys," Kyle said, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible even though he was beet-red in the face and sweating a little. Even for South Park the day was cold, but Kyle wouldn't know, as he was about to burst he was so hot. "What going on?"
"Dude, you look like you're about to die," Stan said bluntly, eyeing Kyle oddly. "You do realize we wouldn't have cared if you were late, right?" It was as if Stan was reading Kyle's mind and knew what had happened, which made a light grin play across his face. Kyle flushed, but didn't comment.
"So what're we going to do over break?" Kenny said through his jacket, tilting his head to the side. None of them had any plans as far as they knew, and they all paused while trying to think. It wasn't until a bird flew overhead and took a crap on Kenny's head that they broke out of their thoughts.
Laughing while staring at Kenny, who'd had his hood down when it happened, Kyle mused aloud, "I guess we're just going to be stuck here doing the same stuff we always do." The thought wasn't all that appealing, but there really was no alternative, was there?
However, at that moment Cartman did appear, a wide grin on his chubby face. "Guess what you guys?" Whatever Cartman was rambling on about this time, he seemed excited about it. Normally he didn't look like this unless it was another way to make ten million dollars....
"Please don't let it be another tooth fairy idea," Kyle said with a laugh, thinking about the time they'd done that those years ago.
Chipping in with the memories of their past, Stan added, "Or another boy band scheme."
"Or –"Kenny started, but Cartman cut him off by being even louder, looking aggravated at the whole lot of them. They all shut up for a moment to listen, because well, even listening to a stupid fat boy ramble on about pointless matters was more interesting than standing in silence like they'd been doing.
"My mom totally rocks you guys! Guess where we're going?" He paused, actually waiting for them to guess. The thought of them all going somewhere seemed way too good to be true, though, there was always a catch when you were dealing with Eric Cartman.
"Where, fat-boy?" Kyle said with a grin, as Kenny and Stan laughed along with him.
"Ay! Don't call me fat you stupid jew! But we're all going skiing up in Pennsylvania!" He announced, clearly waiting for them to worship him for being so great and enabling them to actually do something instead of just sitting around.
"We live in Colorado, Cartman," Stan said blankly, "couldn't we ski here? I mean... it snows all year round." Maybe Cartman was even stupider than once thought and was under the impression that they lived in a bright, warm area so this would be a treat away from the sun.
"I know you guys," said Cartman, his voice going whiny like it always did when he thought they were being unreasonable, "but we get to stay in this cool lodge and get away from all the hippies in South Park!" His voice was even rising in pitch as he continued talking, and the boys did see how he had a point – it would be nice to get away for a little while.
"I'm in!" Kenny said, Cartman hadn't mentioned anything about money yet, and Kenny was poor enough as it is that he'd been happy to leave his dump he called home even for a short amount of time.
"Fill us in on the details," Kyle said, listening to Cartman, still wondering what was in it for him. They may be friends but they still hated each other. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
"First of all, for being so totally cool, I want you each to pay me ten dollars. Or you're not going," he said before the rest of them could complain. "Except Kenny, you're such a poor piece of crap Kyle can just pay for you."
"You lump of crap! Why should I be the one to pay you for Kenny?" Kyle protested immediately, but with the cross look on Kenny's face he grumbled and got out twenty dollars and crossly handed it to Cartman. Stan also reached into his pocket and also grabbed out a ten dollar bill, cursing quietly about Cartman.
"Well see guys, this is going to be so much fun!" Cartman happily pocketed the thirty dollars, as he leaned against a tree to keep talking. Kyle and Stan immediately each thought of cracks to make about him knocking over the tree or if he had to lean against it so that his weight wouldn't knock him over, but now wouldn't be the best time to annoy Cartman, as they actually did want to go – aside from the fact he already had their money which he would never give back. "Okay, we're going to be leaving tomorrow, the plane out of here is at five AM –"
"That early?" Stan interjected angrily, not particularly wanting to have to get up to catch a stupid plane to Pennsylvania.
Continuing on as though Stan hadn't interrupted him, "we're going to be there all week, bring as much crap as you think necessary." Cartman continued to ramble on, but Stan, Kenny, and Kyle weren't listening anymore.
"I guess that settles the problem, then," Kenny stated, pointing out the obvious.
Chapter I-
Bzzzzz. Kyle cursed quietly ignoring the alarm clock, and covering his head with the pillow he was laying on. BZZZZZ. Kyle chucked the pillow at the clock, knocking it to the floor. BZZZZZZZ. Kyle swore again, getting up out of bed where he accidentally stood on the alarm clock, breaking it. Well, at least it was quiet now. Figuring it must be just a little past four, Kyle groggily went to take a shower and then get dressed to get on the plane so he could go skiing. After he finished getting dressed, Kyle grabbed his luggage and dragged it down the stairs.
"God Cartman, why couldn't you schedule a later flight...." Kyle was of course not talking to anyone, though at that moment his parents came down the stairs to hug him goodbye. Only Mrs. Cartman was going to be with the four boys, which basically meant they could do whatever they wanted undisturbed.
Puffy-eyed and still annoyed, Kyle sat outside shivering waiting for Mrs. Cartman to come and pick him up. He'd almost fallen asleep again when he heard a honking, and he immediately woke up to see Cartman in the front of the car, rolling his window down, "C'mon Kyle! Before I have to get out there and kick you in the nuts to make you hurry up!"
Not exactly objecting, Kyle picked up his luggage and shoved it into the car trunk, before sliding into the backseat next to Stan, who looked about the same as Kyle. Actually, Cartman and his mom seemed to be the only people who looked at all awake. Clearly they had already picked everyone up, so now they were off to the airport.
Somehow Kyle managed to keep his eyes open the entire drive there, and they must've been just on time, because they were able to get on the plane right as they arrived. When they got to their seats, moved to the end followed by Stan, then Kenny, then Cartman, and then Mrs. Cartman. Not able to stay awake another minute if he tried, Kyle fell asleep, his head drooping onto Stan's shoulder while he slept.
Stan stared for a moment at Kyle, half tempted to shake him off, but just shrugged inwardly and didn't do anything. In fact, it was almost nice, Kyle looked – cute? – yeah... weird, but Kyle looked cute when he was asleep. Stan's face blushed lightly for just thinking it, even though it meant nothing.
Kenny, sending a glance at Stan curiously because his face was deepening in color while he was looking at Kyle, "Something wrong – ?"
Kenny had only started speaking when Stan pressed a finger to his lips and said softly, "Sh, don't wake him up. Kyle gets really mad when anyone tries to wake him up. Of course," Stan's head glanced over Kenny, "it would be funny to wake Cartman up. Making him mad brings me so much joy," Stan grinned but leaned back in his seat, leaving a confused Kenny still staring at him.
Some time later Kyle's eyes flickered open, and he looked confused for a minute why there was additional weight on his head, but then realized Stan had fallen asleep on his head. Great. That's what Kyle gets for snoozing on a friend – well, Stan had been polite enough to not wake him up, so Kyle could just stay in this position until they got there. It's not like it really bothered him, after all.
Oh, wait, now it was bothering him.... Stan had just drooled on Kyle's hat. Well, it could be worse, back when he was eight he always threw up on Wendy. I guess a bit of drool is nothing compared to what happened to Wendy, it was a miracle she'd ever been clean after that. Still, Kyle couldn't help but not want his hat drooled on, so he wondered to himself when they were going to be getting there.
Eventually, when Kyle realized it was only going to be another ten minutes until they arrived in Pennsylvania, Stan woke up, face covered in drool. A quick glance at Kyle's hat explained to him what had happened, and a sheepish grin fixed on his expression.
"Whoops, sorry about that, Kyle.... I'll, er, wash your hat for you," he brushed at the top of his hat, clearly trying to knock some off, which in turn knocked some into Kyle's face.
"Sick, dude!" Kyle said as some of Stan's drool got in his mouth. It would've made sense to spit it out, but honestly, where was he supposed to do that?
"Hehe," came the muffled voice of the perverted Kenny, his hood back on once again, "it's almost like you're kissing." Kenny kept laughing until Stan hit him on the back of the head, making his head bobble for a second. Kyle laughed a little, too, but it seemed slightly more strained and nervous than usual.
♥
A cab was slowly taking them to the lodge they'd be residing in for the next week. It was irritating having to drive so slowly, but on their first day of vacation it was pouring so hard they could barely see through the rain.
They were all squished unbearably tight in the back of the cab, in basically the same order they were in while on the plane. "Maybe we'd have some room if you weren't so fat!" Stan shot at Cartman, and as predictable, he responded with the same thing he'd been saying since he was weight.
"I'm not fat, I'm big boned!"
"Honestly, if his bones get any bigger he's going to be larger than the entire country...." Kyle muttered with a grin to Stan.
The rain didn't calm down, in fact it just got harder, but the cab had finally arrived at the lodge and they all ran as quickly as the could inside while dragging their luggage. None of them succeeded in getting there quickly enough without being drenched to the bone, which didn't combine well with the fact that it was dead freezing outside.
"All right boys, we're here," Mrs. Cartman said with a cheery smile. "We have two rooms here, Eric, one of you boys and I'll be in one room, the other two in the other room."
"I guess you two want to be together," Cartman said with a glance to Stan and Kyle who'd been best friends since they were eight. Having taken the keys already from his mom, "So you get to be with me, Kenny. Here's everyone's keys," he tossed them out to Stan, Kyle, and Kenny.
"I guess we'd all better start unpacking," Mrs. Cartman continued cheerfully, dragging her luggage along with her son's to the elevator. Following suit, the rest of them except for Cartman pulled there's over as well.
"Fat-boy, if you're not carrying your own stuff why don't you help one of us!" Kyle said frowning, his drenched hat falling down further into his face now and then.
"Oh, you're so right Kyle, I see the error of my ways," Cartman said mockingly, and picked up Kyle's bag for a minute, and dropped it an inch closer to the elevator. "There you go, did that help?" Stan wasn't able suppress a snort as he watched.
"You know, for Cartman that's actually pretty generous...." he said mildly to Kyle. As the elevator arrived, they all shoved their stuff in and waited as it took them to the right floor. Getting off on the fourth, Stan and Kyle headed off in one direction while Mrs. Cartman, Kenny, and Cartman headed off in the other.
"We'll meet up with you in a little while," Kenny said with a nod to the two as walked along.
"Yeah, see you in a bit," said Stan as he and Kyle walked off looked at the door numbers looking for the right one. "Oh, here it is," said Stan abruptly after a few minutes of walking down the hallway.
"Great," said Kyle optimistically, dropping his luggage to get the key to the door Cartman had gave him out of his pocket. He stuck it in the keyhole and opened the door, then re-picking up his luggage to walk inside. It wasn't huge by any means, there was one small bedroom that had two beds, and a small bathroom connecting to it.
"Not huge, but I guess we can't complain, we didn't pay for it – unless you count the ten bucks we gave Cartman just so he could stop being completely broke," Stan said, doing the same.
"Twenty for me," Kyle reminded with a grin as he put his clothes away in the little dresser. There was only one dresser so Stan and Kyle had to share it, but it wasn't really a problem, they weren't on a shortage for space.
Suddenly Cartman was in the doorway, which made Stan look cross as he glanced up at him, "God, Cartman, why do you have a key?" He could imagine Cartman just trying to annoy them by walking in at three in the morning yelling or something.
Not bothering to answer Stan's question, "C'mon you guys, seriously, let's go skiing," before Cartman's voice would go high and squeaky, Stan and Kyle each stood up abandoning what they were doing so that they could go. "Hooray you guys, this is super sweet!"
"Somehow I feel we're going to have to do whatever fat-boy wants this entire vacation," Kyle said in an undertone to Stan, laughing a little. Still, he was their friend, however that'd happened in the first place, and they should make the best of being stuck with him.
Clearly not listening to them, Cartman pressed the button to go down the elevator. "Kenny's already down there waiting, he claims to be good at skiing. Not only is he poor he's also delusional," Cartman said as he got on the elevator when the doors opened.
"It'd kill you to walk down the stairs, wouldn't it?"
"Be fair, Stan, he might have a heart-attack, all he does is sit on his fat butt all day watching t.v. and eating cheesy poofs, it might actually kill him to exercise."
"Screw you, hippie!" Cartman looked like me might punch them both in the face, but at that moment the doors re-opened as they were on the main floor again, and Stan and Kyle didn't waste time getting away from Cartman. Sure, he was fat and dumb, but they still didn't feel like getting hit first thing.
"Hey you guys!" Kenny walked over to them, holding a pair of skiis in his hands. Kyle, Stan, and Cartman all went to get theirs, but Kyle looked slightly apprehensive. Sure, this should be fun for them, but he wasn't really good at skiing. Even Kenny thought he was good, and he didn't want to be outdone by them all. After a few minutes, they left the lodge and were taking a lift to one of the larger slopes.
"This isn't going to be so bad, huh?" Stan said excitedly looking to Kyle who was sitting next to him. Kyle flushed again, but before Stan could notice he nodded.
"Yeah, it rocks...." He just prayed he wouldn't look like such an idiot that they'd make fun of him for a really long afterwards. As they got off, Stan looked to Kenny.
"Let's go, if you aren't too scared, Kenny," all of them laughed for a minute except for Kenny, who looked sour. "But you told Cartman you're good, didn't you? Prove it." Stan raced down the slope, and Kenny took it as a challenge, so he followed at high speed. Cartman and Kyle, not wanting to get left behind, went down as well, though even Cartman seemed to be better than Kyle.
Kenny had managed to catch up to Stan, who actually looked slightly surprised to see his hooded friend sloping right next to him, "Wow Kenny, you actually are good!" Kenny's gaze broke to look to Stan, and at the exact wrong time, because he crashed into a tree and fell into a heap next to it, covered in blood.
"Oh my God! – I killed Kenny!" Stan's eyes went wide, skidding to a stop to stand next to Kenny.
Kyle had just fallen face first into the snow, so what he yelled was muffled.
Introduction-
A rather disgruntled Kyle awoke on the December morning as someone yelled from a lower floor, but grinned when he remembered that today was the first day of Winter Break. His eyes darted to the alarm clock, which was flashing 11:07, as soon as he realized the time he jumped out of bed as if he'd been electrocuted. He was supposed to be meeting Stan and Kenny at Stark's Pond in about 20 minutes. How had he slept this late...? He ran around quickly getting dressed and rushed downstairs without even noticing his parents yelling at each other (not that this was abnormal, they just bickered a lot lately) and ran straight out of the door to get to Stark's Pond. Panting and huffing as he arrived, Kyle glanced up to the faces of Kenny and Stan.
They really hadn't changed much from the six years previous when they were in fourth grade as far as appearances went, Kenny still wore his orange jacket and Stan still wore his blue and red hat. The only thing that had changed was their height and the fact that they were more muscular now – but that was to be expected. Cartman, blowing them off typically when they'd spoken with him yesterday about meeting up there, while claiming he had better things to do, had aged about the same along with managing to put on even more pounds. No one was entirely sure how he could've gotten any wider, but leave it to Cartman to find a way.
"Hey guys," Kyle said, trying to make his voice sound as normal as possible even though he was beet-red in the face and sweating a little. Even for South Park the day was cold, but Kyle wouldn't know, as he was about to burst he was so hot. "What going on?"
"Dude, you look like you're about to die," Stan said bluntly, eyeing Kyle oddly. "You do realize we wouldn't have cared if you were late, right?" It was as if Stan was reading Kyle's mind and knew what had happened, which made a light grin play across his face. Kyle flushed, but didn't comment.
"So what're we going to do over break?" Kenny said through his jacket, tilting his head to the side. None of them had any plans as far as they knew, and they all paused while trying to think. It wasn't until a bird flew overhead and took a crap on Kenny's head that they broke out of their thoughts.
Laughing while staring at Kenny, who'd had his hood down when it happened, Kyle mused aloud, "I guess we're just going to be stuck here doing the same stuff we always do." The thought wasn't all that appealing, but there really was no alternative, was there?
However, at that moment Cartman did appear, a wide grin on his chubby face. "Guess what you guys?" Whatever Cartman was rambling on about this time, he seemed excited about it. Normally he didn't look like this unless it was another way to make ten million dollars....
"Please don't let it be another tooth fairy idea," Kyle said with a laugh, thinking about the time they'd done that those years ago.
Chipping in with the memories of their past, Stan added, "Or another boy band scheme."
"Or –"Kenny started, but Cartman cut him off by being even louder, looking aggravated at the whole lot of them. They all shut up for a moment to listen, because well, even listening to a stupid fat boy ramble on about pointless matters was more interesting than standing in silence like they'd been doing.
"My mom totally rocks you guys! Guess where we're going?" He paused, actually waiting for them to guess. The thought of them all going somewhere seemed way too good to be true, though, there was always a catch when you were dealing with Eric Cartman.
"Where, fat-boy?" Kyle said with a grin, as Kenny and Stan laughed along with him.
"Ay! Don't call me fat you stupid jew! But we're all going skiing up in Pennsylvania!" He announced, clearly waiting for them to worship him for being so great and enabling them to actually do something instead of just sitting around.
"We live in Colorado, Cartman," Stan said blankly, "couldn't we ski here? I mean... it snows all year round." Maybe Cartman was even stupider than once thought and was under the impression that they lived in a bright, warm area so this would be a treat away from the sun.
"I know you guys," said Cartman, his voice going whiny like it always did when he thought they were being unreasonable, "but we get to stay in this cool lodge and get away from all the hippies in South Park!" His voice was even rising in pitch as he continued talking, and the boys did see how he had a point – it would be nice to get away for a little while.
"I'm in!" Kenny said, Cartman hadn't mentioned anything about money yet, and Kenny was poor enough as it is that he'd been happy to leave his dump he called home even for a short amount of time.
"Fill us in on the details," Kyle said, listening to Cartman, still wondering what was in it for him. They may be friends but they still hated each other. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
"First of all, for being so totally cool, I want you each to pay me ten dollars. Or you're not going," he said before the rest of them could complain. "Except Kenny, you're such a poor piece of crap Kyle can just pay for you."
"You lump of crap! Why should I be the one to pay you for Kenny?" Kyle protested immediately, but with the cross look on Kenny's face he grumbled and got out twenty dollars and crossly handed it to Cartman. Stan also reached into his pocket and also grabbed out a ten dollar bill, cursing quietly about Cartman.
"Well see guys, this is going to be so much fun!" Cartman happily pocketed the thirty dollars, as he leaned against a tree to keep talking. Kyle and Stan immediately each thought of cracks to make about him knocking over the tree or if he had to lean against it so that his weight wouldn't knock him over, but now wouldn't be the best time to annoy Cartman, as they actually did want to go – aside from the fact he already had their money which he would never give back. "Okay, we're going to be leaving tomorrow, the plane out of here is at five AM –"
"That early?" Stan interjected angrily, not particularly wanting to have to get up to catch a stupid plane to Pennsylvania.
Continuing on as though Stan hadn't interrupted him, "we're going to be there all week, bring as much crap as you think necessary." Cartman continued to ramble on, but Stan, Kenny, and Kyle weren't listening anymore.
"I guess that settles the problem, then," Kenny stated, pointing out the obvious.
Chapter I-
Bzzzzz. Kyle cursed quietly ignoring the alarm clock, and covering his head with the pillow he was laying on. BZZZZZ. Kyle chucked the pillow at the clock, knocking it to the floor. BZZZZZZZ. Kyle swore again, getting up out of bed where he accidentally stood on the alarm clock, breaking it. Well, at least it was quiet now. Figuring it must be just a little past four, Kyle groggily went to take a shower and then get dressed to get on the plane so he could go skiing. After he finished getting dressed, Kyle grabbed his luggage and dragged it down the stairs.
"God Cartman, why couldn't you schedule a later flight...." Kyle was of course not talking to anyone, though at that moment his parents came down the stairs to hug him goodbye. Only Mrs. Cartman was going to be with the four boys, which basically meant they could do whatever they wanted undisturbed.
Puffy-eyed and still annoyed, Kyle sat outside shivering waiting for Mrs. Cartman to come and pick him up. He'd almost fallen asleep again when he heard a honking, and he immediately woke up to see Cartman in the front of the car, rolling his window down, "C'mon Kyle! Before I have to get out there and kick you in the nuts to make you hurry up!"
Not exactly objecting, Kyle picked up his luggage and shoved it into the car trunk, before sliding into the backseat next to Stan, who looked about the same as Kyle. Actually, Cartman and his mom seemed to be the only people who looked at all awake. Clearly they had already picked everyone up, so now they were off to the airport.
Somehow Kyle managed to keep his eyes open the entire drive there, and they must've been just on time, because they were able to get on the plane right as they arrived. When they got to their seats, moved to the end followed by Stan, then Kenny, then Cartman, and then Mrs. Cartman. Not able to stay awake another minute if he tried, Kyle fell asleep, his head drooping onto Stan's shoulder while he slept.
Stan stared for a moment at Kyle, half tempted to shake him off, but just shrugged inwardly and didn't do anything. In fact, it was almost nice, Kyle looked – cute? – yeah... weird, but Kyle looked cute when he was asleep. Stan's face blushed lightly for just thinking it, even though it meant nothing.
Kenny, sending a glance at Stan curiously because his face was deepening in color while he was looking at Kyle, "Something wrong – ?"
Kenny had only started speaking when Stan pressed a finger to his lips and said softly, "Sh, don't wake him up. Kyle gets really mad when anyone tries to wake him up. Of course," Stan's head glanced over Kenny, "it would be funny to wake Cartman up. Making him mad brings me so much joy," Stan grinned but leaned back in his seat, leaving a confused Kenny still staring at him.
Some time later Kyle's eyes flickered open, and he looked confused for a minute why there was additional weight on his head, but then realized Stan had fallen asleep on his head. Great. That's what Kyle gets for snoozing on a friend – well, Stan had been polite enough to not wake him up, so Kyle could just stay in this position until they got there. It's not like it really bothered him, after all.
Oh, wait, now it was bothering him.... Stan had just drooled on Kyle's hat. Well, it could be worse, back when he was eight he always threw up on Wendy. I guess a bit of drool is nothing compared to what happened to Wendy, it was a miracle she'd ever been clean after that. Still, Kyle couldn't help but not want his hat drooled on, so he wondered to himself when they were going to be getting there.
Eventually, when Kyle realized it was only going to be another ten minutes until they arrived in Pennsylvania, Stan woke up, face covered in drool. A quick glance at Kyle's hat explained to him what had happened, and a sheepish grin fixed on his expression.
"Whoops, sorry about that, Kyle.... I'll, er, wash your hat for you," he brushed at the top of his hat, clearly trying to knock some off, which in turn knocked some into Kyle's face.
"Sick, dude!" Kyle said as some of Stan's drool got in his mouth. It would've made sense to spit it out, but honestly, where was he supposed to do that?
"Hehe," came the muffled voice of the perverted Kenny, his hood back on once again, "it's almost like you're kissing." Kenny kept laughing until Stan hit him on the back of the head, making his head bobble for a second. Kyle laughed a little, too, but it seemed slightly more strained and nervous than usual.
♥
A cab was slowly taking them to the lodge they'd be residing in for the next week. It was irritating having to drive so slowly, but on their first day of vacation it was pouring so hard they could barely see through the rain.
They were all squished unbearably tight in the back of the cab, in basically the same order they were in while on the plane. "Maybe we'd have some room if you weren't so fat!" Stan shot at Cartman, and as predictable, he responded with the same thing he'd been saying since he was weight.
"I'm not fat, I'm big boned!"
"Honestly, if his bones get any bigger he's going to be larger than the entire country...." Kyle muttered with a grin to Stan.
The rain didn't calm down, in fact it just got harder, but the cab had finally arrived at the lodge and they all ran as quickly as the could inside while dragging their luggage. None of them succeeded in getting there quickly enough without being drenched to the bone, which didn't combine well with the fact that it was dead freezing outside.
"All right boys, we're here," Mrs. Cartman said with a cheery smile. "We have two rooms here, Eric, one of you boys and I'll be in one room, the other two in the other room."
"I guess you two want to be together," Cartman said with a glance to Stan and Kyle who'd been best friends since they were eight. Having taken the keys already from his mom, "So you get to be with me, Kenny. Here's everyone's keys," he tossed them out to Stan, Kyle, and Kenny.
"I guess we'd all better start unpacking," Mrs. Cartman continued cheerfully, dragging her luggage along with her son's to the elevator. Following suit, the rest of them except for Cartman pulled there's over as well.
"Fat-boy, if you're not carrying your own stuff why don't you help one of us!" Kyle said frowning, his drenched hat falling down further into his face now and then.
"Oh, you're so right Kyle, I see the error of my ways," Cartman said mockingly, and picked up Kyle's bag for a minute, and dropped it an inch closer to the elevator. "There you go, did that help?" Stan wasn't able suppress a snort as he watched.
"You know, for Cartman that's actually pretty generous...." he said mildly to Kyle. As the elevator arrived, they all shoved their stuff in and waited as it took them to the right floor. Getting off on the fourth, Stan and Kyle headed off in one direction while Mrs. Cartman, Kenny, and Cartman headed off in the other.
"We'll meet up with you in a little while," Kenny said with a nod to the two as walked along.
"Yeah, see you in a bit," said Stan as he and Kyle walked off looked at the door numbers looking for the right one. "Oh, here it is," said Stan abruptly after a few minutes of walking down the hallway.
"Great," said Kyle optimistically, dropping his luggage to get the key to the door Cartman had gave him out of his pocket. He stuck it in the keyhole and opened the door, then re-picking up his luggage to walk inside. It wasn't huge by any means, there was one small bedroom that had two beds, and a small bathroom connecting to it.
"Not huge, but I guess we can't complain, we didn't pay for it – unless you count the ten bucks we gave Cartman just so he could stop being completely broke," Stan said, doing the same.
"Twenty for me," Kyle reminded with a grin as he put his clothes away in the little dresser. There was only one dresser so Stan and Kyle had to share it, but it wasn't really a problem, they weren't on a shortage for space.
Suddenly Cartman was in the doorway, which made Stan look cross as he glanced up at him, "God, Cartman, why do you have a key?" He could imagine Cartman just trying to annoy them by walking in at three in the morning yelling or something.
Not bothering to answer Stan's question, "C'mon you guys, seriously, let's go skiing," before Cartman's voice would go high and squeaky, Stan and Kyle each stood up abandoning what they were doing so that they could go. "Hooray you guys, this is super sweet!"
"Somehow I feel we're going to have to do whatever fat-boy wants this entire vacation," Kyle said in an undertone to Stan, laughing a little. Still, he was their friend, however that'd happened in the first place, and they should make the best of being stuck with him.
Clearly not listening to them, Cartman pressed the button to go down the elevator. "Kenny's already down there waiting, he claims to be good at skiing. Not only is he poor he's also delusional," Cartman said as he got on the elevator when the doors opened.
"It'd kill you to walk down the stairs, wouldn't it?"
"Be fair, Stan, he might have a heart-attack, all he does is sit on his fat butt all day watching t.v. and eating cheesy poofs, it might actually kill him to exercise."
"Screw you, hippie!" Cartman looked like me might punch them both in the face, but at that moment the doors re-opened as they were on the main floor again, and Stan and Kyle didn't waste time getting away from Cartman. Sure, he was fat and dumb, but they still didn't feel like getting hit first thing.
"Hey you guys!" Kenny walked over to them, holding a pair of skiis in his hands. Kyle, Stan, and Cartman all went to get theirs, but Kyle looked slightly apprehensive. Sure, this should be fun for them, but he wasn't really good at skiing. Even Kenny thought he was good, and he didn't want to be outdone by them all. After a few minutes, they left the lodge and were taking a lift to one of the larger slopes.
"This isn't going to be so bad, huh?" Stan said excitedly looking to Kyle who was sitting next to him. Kyle flushed again, but before Stan could notice he nodded.
"Yeah, it rocks...." He just prayed he wouldn't look like such an idiot that they'd make fun of him for a really long afterwards. As they got off, Stan looked to Kenny.
"Let's go, if you aren't too scared, Kenny," all of them laughed for a minute except for Kenny, who looked sour. "But you told Cartman you're good, didn't you? Prove it." Stan raced down the slope, and Kenny took it as a challenge, so he followed at high speed. Cartman and Kyle, not wanting to get left behind, went down as well, though even Cartman seemed to be better than Kyle.
Kenny had managed to catch up to Stan, who actually looked slightly surprised to see his hooded friend sloping right next to him, "Wow Kenny, you actually are good!" Kenny's gaze broke to look to Stan, and at the exact wrong time, because he crashed into a tree and fell into a heap next to it, covered in blood.
"Oh my God! – I killed Kenny!" Stan's eyes went wide, skidding to a stop to stand next to Kenny.
Kyle had just fallen face first into the snow, so what he yelled was muffled.