Author's Note: Well here's chapter 2. Once again, another short chapter, but it does get the story a bit further along.

Chapter 2

Kyle's face formed a frown. "What do you want, fatass?"

Cartman's face, however, posed a faux look of innocence. "Why Kyle… what ever do you mean?"

Kyle folded his arms over his bright orange jacket. "What do I mean? You're standing on my doorstep because you obviously want something, dumbass!"

Cartman's temper could only last so long. "Fucking Jew! I'm fucking freezing out my balls off out here! Why don't you show some compassion!?"

"Compassion!? What the hell makes you think I'd help you!?" Just before Kyle slammed the door on him, Cartman shoved himself in between the doorway to blockade any attempts at closing it.

"Please Kahl! My mom's being a stupid whore again… and…"

Kyle frowned, with a look of lacking in interest.

"… Look, I just need a place to stay, Kosher-boy. Whether or not you're gonna comply, that's your own issue--"

"Why exactly did you think I would be of any help? More importantly, why should I care if you freeze your ass off out there?" Kyle raised a brow.

"I can't get into my own home, don't you care!?"

"Didn't you hear me? I don't care, and neither does anybody else! So go freeze to death, please!" Kyle then made another attempt at shutting the door on him, but failed due to Cartman's severe body weight, and Cartman shoving the door wide open and shoving the Jew.

"What the hell, Cartman!? What do you want!?"

"I said it already! It's not like I want to stay here… I just have to since my mom's being a bitch!"

"What about Stan and Kenny!? Or Butters!?"

"Butters is busy and an annoying dweeb anyway, Kenny's poor as fuck, and Stan is an asshole too."

"So why am I the unlucky contestant!?"

"Everything alright in here, Kyle?" Kyle's father, Gerald Broflovski, chirped in. Kyle, however, was too agitated at Cartman to reply.

"Dude, seriously, just let me stay! I won't bug you at all I swear!" Cartman begged once more, once again ignoring Kyle's questioning. It was really getting on his nerves.

"Oh c'mon, Kyle, let him stay!" insisted his father.

"What!?" Kyle just couldn't believe this. He glared at Cartman, who gave off his sweet smile to Mr. Broflovski. Kyle could easily read through that fake smile how much he loathed having to act so kind to a Jewish being… but Kyle sighed. "… What do I get out of this?"

Cartman scoffed. "Nothing. Like I'd give you anything…"

"Then get lost!"

"Alright, alright…" Cartman sighed, realizing he was going to have to unfortunately compromise in order to get his way. "… Well… whaddya want? A new little Jew-hat or something…?"

"How about this…" Kyle began, as he edged closer to Cartman, his finger pointing right at his chest threateningly. "… You shut the fuck up. For a whole week."

"A whole week!?" Cartman was in complete devastation. "No way, that's bullcrap!"

"Then no deal, and you get the hell out of my house." Kyle smirked, realizing he had just spun Cartman into a dead end. Cartman looked at Kyle's smirk in horror as he had realized the current situation for him as well. Anger burned up inside of him, as he wanted so badly to get his way, no exceptions, but…

He sighed bitterly. He held out his now unfrozen arm in a reluctant truce. "Fine." he grumbled, looking away.

Kyle stared at his hand unsure at first, then hesitantly reached for his hand to shake it…

Zzzzzt!

Kyle jumped back from shock as Cartman laughed, showing the buzzer attached to his palm. "Haha, stupid Jew!" Then he sped up the stairs towards Kyle's room, where Kyle just stood there in shock, confused and instantly regretting his decision.

Author's Note: So how'dja like Chappie 2? Yeah, I know the plot set up is kinda rough and doesn't quite make sense, but just go with it. XD I'm starting to consider making this M... anyone agree with that thought? 8D

R&R plz.