AN: I don't own anything. But you knew that.

This is just a short intro. As always, I wanted to write and share where I am in my life right now. If I get reviews I will continue, so please review!

Also, this story is from Kyle's POV.

I shouldn't have taken the job. I shouldn't have moved here.

I mean, yeah, the company made me an offer I couldn't really turn down. And I was on the brink of losing my job at my last company where I worked at in Denver, so I just I felt like I just needed to take it.

But if I didn't feel lonely before—which I am sure I did—I damn sure do now.

I shouldn't complain. I'm making more money, using my degree (kinda), and the rent here is so much cheaper than in Denver. Like, I have this huge townhouse all to myself.

I don't own it, but my roommate is always at his parent's house. He's close with his family.

I wonder what's that like?

Don't get me wrong. I miss my family, especially Ike. But over the years I have come to realize that it's best if I have space and not spend so much time with them.

I can still see them for holidays. I mean, maybe.

But so much has changed. I mean yeah, on one hand, you get older and you go through shit. That's life.

But I've done so much stupid shit over the years that I wish I could take back. Actually all four of us have.

Sometimes it's hard to just go see your family and let bygones be bygones and pretend the past isn't there. That's one reason I moved. I don't want anything that reminds me of the past. It's almost completely dead to me.

If I could make myself get amnesia I think I would.

It occurs to me that I haven't opened the curtains since I've been here, so I get up from my desk and frown in disappointment just to see what I suspected; another gray, crappy day.

It's been raining every damn day since I got here. I do miss the weather in Denver, even if it was colder.

I go to sit back down and I click on some random video on Youtube and my phone vibrates with a text.

Hey!

I pick up the phone, and it is showing a brand new number. It's a Denver area code alright, but I have no idea who it is.

Who is this?

I ask, bracing myself for some weird bullshit in return.

I wait a minute but don't get anything in response. I wait another minute, and then:

C'mon Kyle, really?

Rolling my eyes, I pick up the phone and press call.

"Hai Kahl,"

The voice I hear on the other end of the line makes my heart drops. Why did he change his number? Also, why is he contacting me? The Eric Cartman I knew never contacted anybody unless he wanted something in return.

"C… Cartman…?" I ask weakly,

"Yes Jew," he responds tartly.

"When did you get a new phone?"

"When was the last time we talked, kike?"

He answers my question with a question. While I growl at his anti-Semitic jab, he does have a point. Moses, I don't know how long it's been since we last talked. Maybe 8 years ago? Or close to it. Shit, maybe even longer.

I sigh. "What do you want, Cartman?"

"Why it's so nice to talk to you too Kahl, especially after all of these years,"

I sigh again, already tired of Fatass and his sarcasm.

"Okay Jew." He relents. "A little birdie told me you no longer live in Colorado,"

"Who told you that?" I ask, although I have a feeling it's Kenny.

"I got my sources," he says. "Anyway I'm coming to your new town next week,"

"What?" I ask. Now this is getting weird. But then again, I shouldn't expect anything less from Cartman. It's just almost new to me because it's been forever.

"I'd like to see my favorite Childhood-Friend/Jew," he asserts sweetly.

I hold the phone away from my face and lean back in my chair. Honestly, I don't really know what to think. I don't hate Cartman, but like my family, I can only be around him for a short amount of time before we want to kill each other. And I just started my new job. Like this is my second week. I don't need any bullshit distractions, especially not from Fatass.

But then again, I haven't seen or "hung out" with anyone since I moved here. I'd almost kill for a friend right now. It's not like back at South Park.

"AYY! You still there, Jew?!" His voice screams through my cell.

"Yeah yeah, I'm still here," I say and I put the phone back to my ear but not too close.

"Well?"

"Um, yeah, sure Cartman," I affirm. "We can meet up,"

"Great," he says, and I can hear that stupid grin in his voice.

"I'll talk to you soon Kahl. Bye,"

"Goodbye Cartman,"