Hi everyone! This is my first story I have actually posted on the internet so it might be a bit rusty. I would love your opinions and reviews on this! If anyone could do fan art of this, I would be thrilled. This is a South Park story about Stan being the centre of Cartman's scheme. Anyways, enjoy and follow or favourite this fan fiction.

Chapter 1

On a Saturday evening during summer break, 10-year-olds Kyle and Stan were playing GTA in Kyle's room. This was their tradition per say since they were best friends; more like brothers.

Stan ruffled his midnight- black hair out of frustration as Kyle drove his Porsche into him. Kyle gave a victorious grin as 'wasted' flashed on the screen. Stan gave a sigh as he set down the Xbox controller.

"Come on, that was cheating", Stan declared, "You stole that car from that guy who has no life except from playing video games all day!

"You are only saying that because I'm the boss at this game", Kyle grinned.

"Wanna bet?" Stan challenged.

"Game on Stanley Marsh! I'll kick your ass."Kyle retorted.

As they resumed the game, Kyle's phone began to vibrate. They both groaned in unison as Kyle checked his phone.

"Oh my God! What does fat ass want now?" Kyle grimaced.

"You know Cartman, Kyle. He won't leave us alone until you text him back. Get it over with!" Stan rolled his eyes with annoyance.

"Fine." Kyle read the text. He gave a slight growl under his breath. Stan gave a confused glance.

"What does he want?" Stan asked, edging closer to the phone screen.

"He wants a copy of GTA."

"Why is he asking you? His mom gets him whatever his little heart desires", Stan mocked.

Kyle snorted with laughter, "Guess she drew the line this time. I bet she's like 'my Eric is too innocent and sweet for these violent games kids play nowadays'."

Stan was near tears of laughter at Kyle's spot on impression of Cartman's mother. " Yeah and he'll be like 'but meeeeeeem Kahl and Stan are allowed to play it!"

"Oh look, he's texting me something else," the 2 boys looked at the screen to see what the fat boy had to say. Another message appeared and Stan read it this time.

" Typical Cartman, stereotyping Jews once again", Stan chuckled. Kyle's expression was livid.

"WHAT DID HE SAY?" Kyle practically screeched while reading the text message. Sure enough, Cartman explained that Kyle should buy him the video game because his dad is a greedy, rich, Jew.

Stan watched as Kyle furiously texted back. "What did you say?"

"I told him to go screw himself."

Stan smirked as Kyle calmed down from his rampage, "Why am I not surprised."

Just then, another message popped up on the screen.

'If you don't give me the game, I will take something that you love the most.'

Kyle and Stan burst out laughing. "Cartman and his dumb threats", Stan uttered in between fits of laughter.

"Yeah, he thinks I'll give him GTA when he gives me half hearted threats," Kyle giggled, "he will probably steal my hat or something stupid.""They continued to play for another hour until Stan stood up.

"I'm going home now dude."

"Did you ask your mom to see if you could stay tonight?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah, I asked this morning and she said she would think about it," Stan replied, "but I'm tired so there is no point of staying tonight."

"Ok, but are you coming tomorrow."

"Hell yes!"Stan exclaimed.

"Cool", Kyle replied as he turned off the Xbox.

Stan grabbed his red poofball hat and brown jacket as he turned to Kyle. "See you tomorrow dude."

"Yeah, see you tomorrow. Get some sleep since we will have an all nighter playing video games and stuff."

"Trust me, I will", Stan assured as he waved to Kyle. Stan rushed down the stairs and walked out the front door. Kyle lay on his bed with a pleased expression ; anticipating tomorrow night.