"Wake up Kyle! Today's the day of the big field trip!" Gerald Broflovski called up the stairs to his son. He heard groaning and rolling over, but decided to trust the boy on waking up. Apparently, he was in the right because about twenty minutes later, his son came down to eat breakfast.

"So Kyle, what's the first thing you'll do on the trip? Impress the girls with your survival skills? Show the boys how manly you are by fighting sharks in the ocean? Or how about-" By now, Kyle was looking at his dad with a mixture of shock, amazement, embarassment, and even a bit of concern etched on his face. Was his father trying to fantasize about how his elementary school life should've turned out via his son?

He tried to cut in, but his dad kept going. "Wrestling with bears, taking fangirls-" (Kyle blanched. Fangirls?) "-on romantic moonlit strolls...or maybe even just leading the class in some traditional Jewish songs while sitting around a campfire. You could teach them-"

"Dad!"

"Huh?"

"I really don't want to do any of those things. Stan, Kenny, and I all agreed that the field trip's a stupid waste of time and we just it over with as soon as possible."

"Oh." For a few moments he was slient and Kyle began to regret his words. But Gerald looked up at his son with renewed light in his eyes. "Well, at least let me drop you off at the bus stop."

"Dad, you really don't have-" a hand suddenly clamped down on his arm.

"Let's go!"

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Urgh!

Kyle's stomach growed softly. He'd only gotten two bites of breakfast before the conversation with his dad resulted in his had to wait in the cold as his teacher, Mr. Garrison, slowly read off the names of his students before they could get on the buses.

"Hey Kahl, nice day isn't it?" A sickeningly sweet voice cooed behind him. Kyle slowly turned, his defenses up. He knew better then to trust-he shuddered inwardly with disgust-Cartman. "What do you want, Fatass?"

"Now, now Kahl, there's no need for name calling." A wide, sadistic smile spread across his face and his eyes danced with an unnatural light as he spoke. "I was only thinking about all the nasty, evil things I could do to you where your bitch-of-a-mom isn't there to protect you." Cartman laughed manically as he walked away and Kyle couldn't stop the shiver that ran up-and then back down-his spine. What was wrong with that kid?

"Kyle!" The addressed boy now turned to the new voice, relieved to find "Super Best Friend" Stan Marsh waving him over.

"Hey Stan!" He greeted when he finally reached the other.

"Hey Dude! So Mr. Garrison now wants us to break off into partners before boarding the buses. Like a buddy system, ya know? Do you-" Kenny ran up and grabbed Stan's arm.

"Mmph mph mmph mmph mph?" (Do you want to be my partner?)

Stan glanced at Kyle, then back at Kenny. "Actually Kenny, me and Kyle-"

"Mmph!" (Great!) And Kenny dragged an apologetic Stan away toward the buses, Kyle following at a distance. The latter sat down one of the seats toward the very back and sighed, putting his head in his hands. He didn't care at the moment that Stan and Kenny were partners. He didn't care that at the rate he was going, he wouldn't have a partner at all (he had seen even Cartman talking to Butters as he sat down). He just wanted some fucking food. He felt the spot next to him shift suddenly and his forced smile dropped as he saw Cartman's fat form. He looked back down and said nothing as the bus began moving. Kyle was surprised that Cartman was actually giving him a break...but he should have known it wouldn't last.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

"Cartman, could you stop?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Kahl, I don't seem to be in the listen-to-whining-Jews mood today."

"Cartman, please!"

"My Kahl, we seem a bit touchy today. Do we have a little sand in our vagina? Hmm?" Kyle bit back the urge to scream in frustration and throttle the boy beside him. "Just stop slamming your hands on the seat before you regret it, Fatass!"

"Fine." Cartman sniffed, taking Kyle by surprise. No insults? No revenge? They rode on in silence, the redheaded Hebrew boy clutching his stomach in pain and the brunette neo-nazi quietly plotting revenge.

The bus finally pulled over in the middle of nowhere, not that they had started from somewhere important, and everyone started to file out.

"Cartman. Cartman, get up! I want to get out of this fucking bus...! FATASS!" Cartman just looked at Kyle like he had nothing better to do that just sit there and stare at him stupidly. The curly-haired boy tried desperation. "Please Cartman, let me out!"

Shocking the smaller once again, Cartman got up. He waited patiently in the aisle until the Jew joined before slamming him into the back door of the bus. Kyle vaguely wondered if anyone heard that and would come investigating, but he mostly asked himself why the fat boy was suddenly taking him by surprise. Had he not known this kid for years? And why was Cartman's face moving CLOSER?! The Kyle's immense relief though, Cartman only began talking in his ear, but the close contact still made Kyle flush.

"Jew..." He breathed, the warm breath ghosting across freckled skin. making the blush even darker. The brunette pulled back to examine the fruits of his actions with satisfaction. "Jesus Kahl, I didn't know you were a fucking fag." His laughter echoed all around the poor boy in the green hat even after his "friend" had exited the bus. Taking a few moments to forget what the larger boy said and did, not to mention Kyle's strange reaction, the Jew got off the bus and was immediately pulled aside by Mr. Garrison.

"Kyle, it took me forever to find you. Where were you?" Before Kyle could answer, Mr. Garrison cut him off. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is that everyone except you and Eric have partners. After a couple of seconds of serious debating with myself, I decided to make you two partners. Enjoy your field trip Kyle!" And as Mr. Garrison happy form was replaced with Cartman's sulking one, Kyle had to wonder just what he had done to God to make Him hate the Jew so much.

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There you go, the prologue! Don't ask me why it was written Kyle's PoV for this, but I can promise you that the real story is in Cartman's point of view with MAYBE some random snippets of Kyle's thoughts. No preview this time because I don't have one prepared, but the second chapter will be out as soon as possible.

~theflawintheplan