Mana here. I wrote this a while back, but never completed it until now XD I wish it was colder…I like the cold better than the heat because when it's cold I can just stay in bed next to my computer and be all cozy while I drink tea.

Stark's

It was summer in South Park; a rare occurrence. The snow had melted off of everything, and the citizens braved the warmer weather in shorts and t-shirts.

Kyle and Stan had been playing football together by Stark's Pond and having the most epic time of their lives, because there was no snow to obstruct their ways, which made running, throwing and catching a whole lot easier. Both boys realized just how fast they could run without the snow in the path of their little feet, so as a result, they played using their absolute strength and energy.

But one thing that they missed about the cold was that they never got as sweaty and hot when playing football. Kyle had taken off his shapka, letting the air flow through his auburn curls, just realizing how hot his head was.

They didn't get this hot when playing in the snow, because the coldness of the snow would always help balance out the competing temperatures. But when it was hot like that, relief was very rare to find.

"So…hot," Stan panted, as he took off his brown jacket. He was wearing a red and blue T-shirt underneath, which accented his hat perfectly.

Kyle laughed at Stan's dramatics as he shed of his own orange coat. He sported a short-sleeved light orange collared shirt that seemed to suit him well.

"I'm…gonna…fucking…die," Stan had began to cling onto Kyle, as if somehow holding onto the Jew would cure him.

Kyle laughed and pushed him gently away.

Then Stan shot up quickly from his sitting position, taking note of the pond behind Kyle.

"Oh my God!" said Stan, "the pond's unfrozen!"

Kyle looked to his right and sure enough, Stark's Pond was not in its usual ice form. He laughed at Stan's sudden burst of energy as he rushed towards the dock and sat down, wading his feet in the water.

"Dude! This feels so good!" Kyle heard Stan call from the dock. He smiled as he walked over there, taking a seat next to Stan.

Kyle tapped the water with his fingers, withdrawing them immediately. It was so cold!

"Put your feet in, Kyle," Stan told him, "it feels really nice."

"Oh, no thanks."

Kyle didn't like natural bodies of water. It wasn't that it was so big or that the water was so cold. He didn't like the idea putting any part of his body in the same place where fish were swimming and seaweed was growing. For all of his life, the only water he's been in was in the bathtub, where the goal was to get clean.

Kyle saw Stan pout at him when he backed away from the edge of the dock.

"I don't like being in lakes," Kyle said.

"But this isn't a lake!"

Kyle waved his hand sideways.

"Same thing though. There's fish. And plants."

He shuddered.

"Aww but the fish are so cute!" Stan noticed a fish approach his right foot, nibbling at his toes. He giggled.

"Stop it dude," he said to the fish who did not hear him, "that tickles!"

Kyle made a face.

"Doesn't that creep you out?"

"Aww I don't think Kyle likes you very much," he said to the fish. He flexed his toes and the fish left.

"Why don't you put your feet in, Kyle?"

"Because. There's stuff in there. Like fish."

"So what?"

"What do you mean, 'so what?' It's creepy."

Stan kicked the water below him, splashing Kyle.

"Dude!" Kyle shielded himself with whatever protection his bare arms could offer.

"Was that creepy?"

"No but I'm all wet now."

Stan splashed him some more.

"Seriously!" Kyle laughed. He ran his hand in the water, splashing Stan in retaliation.

Soon a small battle broke out, each boy trying to get the other wetter.

"Jesus Christ Stan! I'm getting all wet!"

"Just put your feet in the water Kyle. And I'll stop."

"Are you still going on about that? No way, dude."

"Do it or I'll push you in."

Stan's eyes were mischievous, looking directly into Kyle's.

"You wouldn't," Kyle said coldly.

Stan smirked.

"There's seaweed in your hair."

Kyle's let out a stream of high-pitched profanities and his hands flew to his hair, trying so desperately to get whatever it was out. In the midst of his frenzy he had toppled over the dock, falling into the shallow pond.

Stan laughed out loud as he watched Kyle attempt to stand up. His waterlogged clothes looked heavy on him and seemed to pull him down. But he paid no attention to that; his hands were frantically sorting through his hair.

"Is it out?" He asked, eyes looking fearful.

Stan leaned over to Kyle, their faces almost touching. Then he said with a sneer, "I lied, you dick."

Kyle grew red in what appeared to be a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"DON'T CALL ME A DICK, DICK!" He grabbed the black-haired boy by the front of the shirt and pulled him into the pond with him. He fell with a heavy splash but managed to stand up faster than Kyle had.

"Dick," he said again to provoke Kyle; nothing was more fun than an angry, hyper Jew.

Kyle lunged at him, and soon the battle from earlier had resumed, more violent and vicious than ever. The weight from the water had slowed them down significantly and they were losing energy fast. Eventually, they were reduced to sitting opposite each other in the shallow part of the pond, gasping for breath.

"Seriously, Kyle," Stan breathed, "you should have just put your feet in. Now I'm all wet too."

Kyle turned to Stan.

"It's your own damn fault," he said.

Stan stood up and walked over to Kyle. He extended his hand to him, but instead of a gesture to help him up, he reached his hand further to his cheek.

"Hold still," he told him. Then he unpeeled a piece of seaweed that found itself to Kyle's cheek during their epic "battle."

Kyle tried hard not to scream.

"Eww," he cringed.

"Oh come on, you're already in the water," Stan pulled Kyle to his feet by the arm, "and you seemed to be having a fun time," he laughed.

"No, it was not fun!" Kyle said, shaking bits of water out of his hair, "it was very traumatic!"

Stan smirked.

"You know it was fun."

"If I say it was fun, will you be happy?"

"Very."

"Ok, it was fun then."

He patted Kyle on the back, "there you go. Told you. And you've cooled off too."

"Right. Let's go dry off now before I get myself sick again."

Stan gave him two pats on the shoulder and walked ahead, peeling his shirt from his skin and wringing it. Kyle followed Stan from behind, and stayed at his back for a while, to hide his smile and little hints of laughter from earlier events.

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Woo. I'm at school right now lol. Aren't laptops just awesome?