This is my first fanfic, so go easy on me :) Let me know what you think! I'm open to any criticism. The good, the bad, and the ugly. ;) I do not own South Park!


Kyle Broflovski was walking down the hall of South Park High School when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned around to see his best friend in the world, Stan Marsh, running towards him.

"Hey Stan, what's up?"

"There's a party at Kenny's tonight. You wanna go? I heard the new girl Trish is gonna be there."

Kyle looked away from Stan. He didn't know about what happened with him and Trish just days ago. Kyle and Trish had been secretly dating for a few weeks. She didn't want to make it public because she was already one of the most popular girls in the school and Kyle was… Well, not. Kyle had finally had the guts to try to kiss her, and she broke up with him. He didn't know what to tell Stan. He had never found out about the relationship, so Kyle felt really awkward every time he mentioned her.

"I don't know man… I have a final on Monday and I really need to study. Ms. Herndon is a bitch about her tests."

"C'mon, please?" Stan pleaded, "It's our last weekend as juniors. Next year will be all about college and that crap. I want to enjoy our last years as teenagers."

Kyle hesitated. He knew that Stan really wanted this. Didn't he owe Stan for not telling him about Trish? He stood there silently mulling over his options while Stan waited patiently. Finally, the guilt overcame him.

"Okay, I guess I'll go..."

Stan grinned. "Awesome. I have to go to lunch, I'll see you later."

Kyle nodded and waved as Stan lightly jogged towards the cafeteria. He couldn't decide if he was excited or not. He really didn't want to have to deal with Trish all night, but he was also glad to see Stan happy. He'd been pretty depressed lately after his parent's divorce, so Kyle appreciated any opportunity he had to make his friend forget about the loss for a little while.

He went through the remaining hours of school in a trance. He was mentally preparing himself for seeing Trish. Luckily he didn't have any classes with her, so he could think in peace. By the time he got home, he was exhausted. He had gone through every possible conversation he could have with her in his head, and they all ended with him being slapped. Were all girls this difficult? Kyle wondered.

"Maybe having a vagina screws with your brain" he mused aloud.

Kyle started walking aimlessly through his house. He finally decided to watch some TV until it was time for the party. He turned on some weird cooking show and laid down on the couch. Soon his eyes were drooping and he quickly fell asleep.

I open my eyes to find myself running down the street. I don't know where I am, or where I'm running to. All I know is that I'm being chased. Tears start to run down my face and I let out a whimper. I have never been this scared in my entire life. I try to turn to see what is chasing me, but I can't seem to move my head far enough. Suddenly I trip and fall on the sidewalk. I look up, terrified, and find nothing there. I hear a noise behind me. Startled, I stumble backwards onto the cold street. A hand grabs me and pulls me up. I scream at the tops of my lungs, but whoever grabbed me puts their other hand over my mouth. I can't see who it is because my eyes won't focus through all the tears.

"Shhh, it's okay Kahl, I'm here, shhh."

The voice sounds like a male, probably 16 or 17. I go completely still. I know that voice... Don't I? Why do I feel so safe all of a sudden? My eyes start to clear. I am about to see his face when…

Kyle is jolted awake by the sound of his phone ringing. He clumsily rolls off the couch and grabs his phone off the coffee table.

"Hello?"

"Hey man it's Stan. Where are you? The party started 2 hours ago."

Kyle looked up at the clock on the wall. It was already 1 in the morning.

"Shit, sorry Stan. I don't think I can come anymore. If my mom finds out I left this late she's gonna flip. You know how she is about that stuff…"

"Yeah I know. That's why I arranged a ride for you. You don't even have to drive your car! I'm a genius, I know."

Kyle grimaced. He didn't want to let Stan down, especially not on their last weekend as Juniors. He walked over to the front door and looked out the window. He could see a car driving slowly down the street towards his house.

"Who did you arrange to give me a ride Stan?"

"Well… It's someone you know. I'll leave it at that. Bye Kyle, see you soon!"

Kyle silently glared at his phone before angrily slamming it shut. He knew Stan was just trying to be a good friend, but Stan's secretiveness was starting to irritate him. He stared out the window at the approaching car for a little longer, then ran upstairs to grab his orange jacket. He hurried back downstairs and was locking the door behind him as the car pulled into the driveway. He still couldn't see who was driving because the windows were too foggy. The passenger door was roughly shoved open and an annoyed voice grumbled "Get in". Kyle slowly walked up to the car and stared in.

"No way. There is no way you did a favor for Stan. I don't believe this."

"Just get in the car you filthy Jew! I don't have all day."

Kyle whipped out his phone and texted Stan. WTF dude? You sent Cartman to pick me up? Stan immediately replied. Sorry Kyle, he was my only option. Everyone else is here!

Cartman tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently.

"Well? Are you getting in or not?" He huffed.

Kyle sighed heavily as he slid into the car. He had one last sane thought before Cartman pulled out of the driveway.

'This is going to be a long night.'


So, first chapter. I'll try to update every week. Hope you like it so far! :) R&R