Hey you guys! With a cliche "thank you" I just want you guys to know that I really appreciate you guys for reading my story and giving it a try, as well as those who left really nice reviews! I take criticism too! since this is my first time writing a fan fic/story, I want to improve as much as I can!

Just so you guys know, there WILL be some romance between Eric and Kyle, but I have yet to know how I'm going to play into that since I don't even know how the story is going to continue.. (I just open MS word and start writing what comes to my mind x.x) Okay, I'll shut up now.

I do not own South Park, Matt S & Trey P do!

BRIIIIIIING~

The school bell rang, signaling everyone their freedom for the day.

"The Broflovski's are allowing us to stay in their guest bedroom for the time being!" rang throughout Cartman's head since he first heard it in the Principal's office.

"I can't. Fucking believe it." Cartman wept, while exiting his 6th period class. "Out of all the fucking people… It had to be Jewboy."

"What do you mean they're allowing us to stay in their guest bedroom? Mom, I thought I told you NOT to trust Jews! Jews are bad people. They're BAD!"

"Eric, I think you're being just a bit too dramatic, poopie-"

"MOM, you're the one that accepted the offer to stay at a Jewish home, and you think I'm being a bit too dramatic? Why didn't you ask Stan's parents?"

"Well sweetie they don't have an available room. With their grampa March staying in the extra bedroom, they've already got a full house."

"B-Butters-what about Butters?" he said as if he was running out of breath.

"Butters… Oh, the Stotch family? Well, I did ask them, but they mentioned something about Butters being grounded, and not being allowed to have guests over… I would've asked your friend Kenny's parents, that is if Kyle's parents didn't allow us to-"

"WHAT? Oh God. Mom, I'm not even sure if that place HAS rooms! It's just one big, hollow, BLOCK."

"Well then Cartman, you're just going to have to accept Jews because the Broflovski's are the only ones that can help us for the time being!"

"… Okay let's stay at Kenny's."

"ERIC."

Cartman continued on to the front of the school, thinking about how screwed up his life got in one day. His house, GONE. His Xbox, GONE. Mr. Kitty, WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN. But his missing belongings weren't even the worst part. The worst part was the fact that he would be staying in the house, of a Jew. And not just any Jew, but a Jew with red hair. And not just any Jew with red hair, but Kyle.

Cartman made his way to the front of the school, while being pushed and shoved by kids wanting to leave the crowded hallways.

"Hey Eric," Cartman heard a monotonous nasal voice call him from behind.

"Oh, Jesus." Cartman said to himself.

"Eric," Craig slapped his hand on one of Cartman's shoulders as he finally caught up to Eric who was surprisingly walking faster than himself.

"What do you want, Craig." Cartman said while he continued to walk towards the exit.

"What happened in the Principals office earlier? Did you really eat all the donuts?"

"Not now, Craig." He started to get irritated, since Craig was the 4th person to ask him why he was sent to the Principal's office.

"Was it the fried chicken?"

"God dammit Craig, mind your own god damn business!" Cartman finally growled.

"… The one time I actually try to talk to you and you act like a complete douche-in-the-box." Craig flashed him the birdie then walked towards his own group of friends near the front of the school.

"Jackass." Cartman mumbled to himself as he walked outside. He spotted Stan, Kenny and Kyle standing in their own little group on the sidewalk near the street, laughing at some perverted joke Kenny had just told them.

"Dude, that's sick!" Stan shouted while snickering, loud enough for Cartman to hear. Cartman shifted his eyes over to Kyle, who was also laughing along with the others. He wondered whether or not Kyle had heard the news. His parents could have easily called during one of his other classes, and told him the news. Either way, Cartman knew this was going to be hell.

As Cartman started to walk towards his friends, someone rushed passed him on a skateboard, causing him to lose his balance and fall flat on his rear end. A sharp pain zipped though his nervous system as he finally let go of a painful scream. He sat there, regretting that fact that it wouldn't have hurt as much if he was still extremely overweight. Since he got to middle school, he slowly started to lose weight due to the fact that he had to walk home from school every day. The school bus didn't take middle school students home due to a shortage of buses in the South Park area. Still Chubby, just a lot less fat.

"MOTHER FUCK!" Cartman yelled, finally attempting to get up from his awkward position on the floor. He didn't notice everyone near the accident stare at him after his loud yell, but then again he didn't care. He stood up straight and attempted to crack his back by pushing in his shoulder blades, and wriggled his pelvis a bit. His ass hurt like hell. Limping, he made his way over to his friends, who didn't seem to care.

"Well thanks, guys," He started, "I suppose it would've been too hard for to walk 2 yards over to me and help me up!"
"Calm down fatass. I'm sure it wasn't that hard to get up anyway."

"My ass is on fire and you think it wasn't that hard to get up, Khyle?" Cartman retorted. Kenny started to laugh, but attempted to cover it by coughing it out.

"The hell are you laughing at?" Cartman bitched at Kenny, noticing his laughter.

"Mmhmhaha! Well, you said your ass was on fire, and I couldn't help but think of that Terrance and Phillip movie we watched years ago!"

"Hey dude, you're right!" Stan mentioned as he began to laugh hysterically at the reference. Suddenly every one, but Cartman, was laughing at his random phrase.

"Man that brings back memories." Stan added.

"So what, you think my pain is funny? You think I like having my ass feel like it's frying on a sautéing pan? Well you know what - Screw you gahs, I'm going ho- …"

Cartman suddenly stopped talking, knowing that he didn't have a home go to. Reality smacked him in the face once again, as he remembered his Mom telling him to walk home with Kyle today.

"Uh, God." Cartman said, suddenly slapping the middle of his forehead with the palm of his hand, leaving it there to somehow get rid of the migraine coming on.

"Hey, what's wrong Cartman?" Stan questioned.

"Uh, I gotta tell you guys something. My house, it-"

"Do you think you can tell us that tomorrow? We do have a project to work on, and it's not gonna do its self." Kyle suggested.

"Oh crap, you're right! I'm supposed to meet Clyde in front of his locker. I'll see you guys later." Stan said running back inside the school. "Later." Kyle replied.

"Alright you guys," Kenny stated. "I'm gonna go to Butters house now, there's a high chance of me getting something to eat for dinner other than a waffle, bye guys!" Kenny said with a big grin, as he turned around and headed for the Stotch's home.

"I think Kenny has lost the entire point of being at Butter's house." Kyle commented, slightly laughing.

"Well, Cartman, your house or mine?"

"Uh, well, I don't think we have a choice Khyle. It has to be your house."

"What do you mean 'we don't have a choice'?" Kyle replied as he started to walk home, Cartman following behind.

"Well, you know how I got called out of class earlier?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, *cough* my house, it… Sort of… b..." Cartman mumbled in a way that Kyle could not understand.

"What? Speak up, Cartman!" Kyle yelled, turning around to look at him. Cartman barely bumped into him.

"My *cough* houseburnttotheground."

"Cartman, I don't understand what-"

"MY HOUSE BURNT DOWN. IT'S GONE. NO MORE. ADIOS. SAYONARA. DAMN JEW."

Kyle's wide eyes stared directly into Cartman's eyes, slightly looking up at him since Cartman was 5'6, and two inches taller than him.

"…"

"KHYLE..." Cartman said, getting a bit irritated by his silence, and intense stare.

"…Haha. Hahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Kyle finally cracked.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh God-ahahaha! Wuh. Wuh. What?" he chuckled, with barely any air in his lungs.

"Khyle, you sonofabitch."

"I'm, I'm sorry Cartman. Haha! It just, so PERFECT. And, and the best part is that I was JUST telling you about Karma! Ahaha! Fat bastard!"

"Khyle. Khyle shut your heartless Jew mouth!"

"Thank you for that. That seriously and honestly made my day. Nothing can possibly make this day at all bad." Kyle said, wiping the tears out of his eyes, still somewhat chuckling.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll be laughing even MORE when you find out where I'll be staying until my house is rebuilt." Cartman retorted, while continuing to walk to Kyle's house. Kyle followed.

"And, where would that be?"

"Ohh, you'll find out soon enough, Khyle. You'll find out soon enough." he said with a devilish grin on his face.

"HE'S WHAT?"

"Your friend Eric is staying with us for the time being, bubby!" Mrs. Broflovski assured as she pet Cartman's shoulder with a smile on her face. Cartman also had a smile, but twisted with an evilness lurking underneath it.

"Thank you, Mrs. Broflovski. I'm sure Kyle and I will be the best of friends while I'm here."

"He and his mom will be staying in the guest bedroom upstairs." Mr. Broflovski added.

"Oh, nonsense, Gerald. Ms. Cartman will have her own room for her own feminine privacies; Eric will stay with Kyle in his room. Now Kyle, get your friend Eric situated upstairs, and I'll make you guys some dinner."

Kyle's mom and dad left for the kitchen as Kyle stood in front of Cartman, his eyes wide open, and his mouth slightly parted. He was completely flabbergasted.

"No. No! This can't be happening."

"Why, yes. Yes it is happening, Khyle! Should I pinch you to confirm realitah?" Cartman stated, with the widest grin on his face. Kyle stood there, still in shock at what he had just heard.

"Karma, huh? Seems like it came to me, then bounced off to yeww! Oh, isn't this funny? Laugh with me Kyle, laugh with me! Ahahahaha!"

"… Cartman?" Kyle said, breaking his shocked state.

"Mmm, Yes?"

"Have I ever told you how much I despise you?"

"Oh, come on Kyle. I was bound to come here anyway. We have that Universal, Star… Project thingy to work on, remember?"

"It's called 'The Study of the Universe: Our Solar System', and yeah, that was for a project which would take 2 HOURS, maybe 3, tops. But not a month!"

"So are you just gonna stand here and bitch at me, or are you going to show me where I'll be sleeping tonight?" Cartman stated, completely ignoring Kyle's complaints.

"Ughh, come on." Kyle whimpered, telling Cartman to follow him upstairs. Cartman tapped Kyle which caused him to look over his shoulder.

"You know, I thought I was going to absolutely hate this, but seeing you this depressed just makes me so freakin' happy. And don't you worry, Kyle. I'm sure it'll be just like a never ending sleepover." Cartman suggested, adding a wink to the end of his statement.

"Help me, God." Kyle mumbled, turning around to head back upstairs.

Kyle had the feeling that while Cartman was here, something would go wrong, but he didn't know what.

And he didn't want to know what.

Review and tell me how the second chapter went! If I had typos, I'm completely sorry! I stayed up all night because I wanted to release the second chapter ASAP since I got encouraging reviews! The more comments, the faster I update since I know some people are enjoying it! :D

I'll try to make this story fun to read as much as I can! D: Thanks for reading!