Kyle's POV

This is it, Boulder, Colorado. It's a long drive but it's worth it to finally be out of that red neck, white trash, weird hick of a mountain town. My name is Kyle Broflovski and I'm starting my first year at University of Colorado Boulder. It's no Yale or Oxford but it's the best I could compromise with my 'wonderful' bitch of a mom, I seriously hate to admit it but Cartman might be on to something about that one. Anyways, this is my first step outside of South Park, a chance at a new start. With my friends by my side, nothing can go wrong, right?

I arrive at the house I'm going to be living in for the next chapter of my life, it's a modern 4 bedroom house just outside of campus, and a 10 minute drive into town. I don't see any other cars, I guess I'm here first, Kenny and Tweek should be here soon. Yes, you heard me correctly, Kenny and Tweek. After 4th grade when everything when the world went to shit for him, the group sorta fell apart. Tweek was brought in again to make a group of four after he left South Park, but things just weren't the same.

After figuring out the secret ingredient to Cartman Burgers, Cartman and I were on opposite ends again, him ripping on me being a Jew and me calling him a fatass, but this time, I had no one to back me up, no one to call and partner up for weird adventures with, no one to calm me down and reassure me that Cartman was just being the big racist sadist he always was. It was… lonely. I never thought how things would be until after he left.

After middle school, Cartman moved out of South Park too, leaving the 3 of us. Who woulda thought that he'd make it out of South Park before us? Who cares, nobody even liked him anyways and I think Park County High's cafeteria could provide for a lot of kids now. Anyways, after he left we decided 3 was fine and stuck together, we became close and it led to where I am now, now they're my housemates.

I get out of the car, put my trusty green ushanka onto my head and grab my bags from the back, I barely open the front gate before I sound screaming from inside, so much for being first. They're probably fighting over the bedrooms now. I open the door with the keys Kenny gave me before and I take a glance at our new home. I must say, impressive barely scratches the surface of how awesome the house is. Like the outside, it has a very modern style with fitting décor, it has a large L sofa and a huge TV in the living room, gotta be at least a 65' inch. The kitchen has counters with all kinds of groceries and a coffee machines surrounded by bags of coffee, must be Tweek's.

"Hey, guys! How's the set up coming along?" I walk in and call out to my still shouting friends, they must be on the second floor.

"Yo Broflovski! Took ya long enough! You wanna come up here and help me break in the bed?" Well at least I know Kenny's upstairs.

"Can it Kenny, and since when did you become Craig?" Craig was an old friend, I guess? From school. I don't know if he still considers us friends after that Peruvian flute band incident.

Kenny and Tweek start walking down the stair to me, Tweek still has his messy blond hair and his dark brown eyes reminds me of the coffee his family sells, but he dresses better now, at least he can wear his shirt properly now. He actually took up boxing again after his fight with Craig in the 3rd grade. So he grew out of his scrawny stage and he has a pretty solid build but even back then he at least looks like he's not gonna get blown away if the wind picks up. Stupid diabetics… He's also stopped spazzing as much and he's not as nervous around me and Kenny anymore.

Kenny, on the other hand, turned out to be a totally sex magnet, icy blue eyes, golden blond hair. Puberty has treated him well, he's grown taller than the both of us at 5'11", with me being the shortest of the 3, and a slightly muscular build due to the constant battles in his old home, survival of the fittest as he claims. After he ditched his iconic orange parka completely for a simple orange hoodie we got him for his 14th birthday, he's been attracting both girls and guys, especially after coming out about being a pansexual. I'll admit it was weird at first, actually seeing his whole face all the time, not to mention hearing his un-muffled voice.

Tweek walks up to me to let me know what they were screaming about, "Hey Kyle. I'm glad you're here now. Kenny wants to host a housewarming party and I said no because you know how I'm like around strangers and-"

"Wait! Housewarming party? You mean COLLEGE party! Damn it Kenny, can't you go one day without thinking about getting laid?" I shake my head in dismissal, really Kenny? First day at Boulder and you wanna get drunk with college girls?

"What?" He feigns innocence. "I just wanna make my mark here at Boulder. You know me, Kyle." He says, leaning closer to me with that famous smirk of his.

"I know you're a big pervert Kenny." I cross my arms. "And No! NO PARTIES! I'm not giving in on this. Not for the first month. I gotta get ready for my courses"

"Aww come on, our first day on our own and all you can think about is studying?" He whines.

"That's how I got in here the first place." I state matter-of-factly.

"No, that's for being valedictorian. Dr. Broflovski" He retorts.

I narrow my eyes, "Same thing. And don't call me that!"

"Guys! How about we just go out and explore the town a bit?" Tweek finally steps up and breaks a potentially pointless argument.

"Fine. If I can't get drunk at home, then we're gonna go find a bar. Let's go!" Kenny walks out the door, leading the pack. I just sigh in defeat and Tweek just shrugs as we follow him.

A/N:

I'm glad that there are people who like this story enough to give it a chance, thank you cosmotarian for the support.

As always, I recommend the drama it's based on. It's pretty good for first timers.

Next chapter will be we'll be focusing on Stan's life.

Take care, Loves