I sat calmly upon the cold concrete steps on the back of the school, light snow beginning to fall gently to the pavement below.

I moved my cigarette up to my lips and inhaled, exhaled. The smoke gently floating in the snow filled air.

I heard the clank of the heavy schoolyard doors and looked behind me, noticing a boy with red curls, and a green ushanka had sat himself beside me.

"Can I have one of those?" Kyle asked quietly and pointed to the object between my fingers. "What's the occasion?" I returned his question with another, which was intended to come out in a joking tone. "I got a girlfriend," He replied quietly as I passed him a cigarette. I sighed. "You're a strange boy, Broflovski," I stated calmly. "You too, McCormick," Kyle retorted. If I had a girlfriend I sure wouldn't be loafing on the back steps of our school smoking a pack of cigarettes. "Who's the lucky girl?" I asked after what seemed like an eternity of silence. "Oh, it's Nichole," He replied. Yes, somewhere inside of me there's a hint of envy, poking and prodding at me, but I'm happy for him. I've never been someone with jealousy issues. I've always been happy for whoever in some way or another. "Didn't she dig you back in, what, fourth grade?" I asked, surprised. He nodded in response and moved his cigarette up to his lips. "Small world," I stated quietly.

Kyle's been different recently. I don't just mean since his new girlfriend, the past few months he hasn't been the same old lanky, redhead, Jewish boy.

He's been quieter, started paying less attention to grades, and overall just let himself go. I actually saw him drunk off his ass at a party a few days ago, he's never been someone to get drunk at parties. Luckily Stan was nice (and sober) enough to man up and take us both home. Speaking of parties, Wendy's having one tomorrow, how cliché. Usually no one would give two shits about talking and just show up, but Wendy always has great parties. She spends a decent amount of money on good alcohol and actually cares who shows up. Most of the school is invited, in fact I think there's only 4 or 5 people who aren't. One of them being Cartman which I find funny as hell. The two broke up just a few weeks ago and she started dating Craig. Damn, Cartman must be pissed.

(Cartman)

I stood at my locker, one hand propped against the door, the other clutching my phone. The hallways were bustling, kids talking, walking past, footsteps and meagre conversations about dumb shit. The bell had gone many moments ago but I remain still, except for the slight movement of my thumbs on the bright screen.

"Hey Cartman, are you going to Wendy's party tomorrow?"

The nasally voice of Craig Tucker, appeared out of nowhere and interrupted my aimless scrolling. "Wait, what party?" I asked in a loud tone, drawing the attention of other students to me. "Oh, never mind. You probably weren't invited then," He dropped the conversation and walked off with his hands in his pockets. God damn I hate him. I looked around hastily for a few moments until I spotted the boy I seek, Butters. I ran over to him in a hurry. "Butters, are you going to Wendy's party?" I asked anxiously as I grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shook him. "Y-yeah, why ya' askin'?" He replied and pushed my hands off him. "I need you to do something for me," He looked down and hit his knuckles together. "W-well Eric, whenever I help ya' with anythin' i-it usually involves me dressin' up like a lady and m-makin' a fool of myself," He said calmly in reply. "You won't need to dress up like a chick for this one, okay?" I let my foot tap a quick beat in exasperation against the white tile floor. "O-oh, a-alright I guess, but ya' better not be lyin'!" He returned his gaze to me as he spoke softly. "Butters, when have I ever lied to you?" I asked and looked him in the eyes. "W-well actually," Before he could continue I interrupted him. "Don't answer that, I need to find Tweek," I said coarsely. "H-he's right down the hall, there," Butters pointed to the left in the direction of a small blond boy holding a coffee and I walked off in a hurry.

This plan is fucking perfect.

A/N sorry this chapter is like 200 words short but I really wanted to get this posted because I've been working on it for a few days already.