Author's Note: It's been a while since I've actually posted something on that I haven't actually deleted. For shame that I suck at doing more than measely one shots. I hope I finish this one, and if I do, then this story will probably be short.

A short chapter to start you guys off. This is my first SP fanfic. And Remember: Critique is good, but flamming makes you look like an idiot.

Until any recent changes are made, I'm rating this T. Won't be M unless I make the content a little more... intense. -cough-

Anyway, enjoy! We need more CartmanXKyle around here, and I'm hoping I succeed and fullfilling your needs. XD

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Cartman, Kyle, or any other South Park character. All South Park characters, names, etc. are copyrighted Matt Stone, Trey Parker, and Comedy Central. All right reserved. Now get off my back.

A Cold Winter Evening (For lack of a better title)

By some bitch

He huffed as he waddled his way towards his home. Snow blinded him from seeing his way towards his destination, making him grit his teeth in agitation. It was amazing that the weather was reacting in such a way. Especially since it was usually quite so indifferent.

His frozen chubby fingers, still stiff in the form of a fist, he forced to bang harshly on the door, hoping his mother would answer the door. He banged his fist on the door harder. Harder. He still couldn't feel a single thing. His whole entire fist was numb from the decrease in temperature.

"Oh what a pleasant surprise…"

He directed his attention towards the window, where he saw his mother, Liane, being shoved to the ground by a strange man (Though he recognized as the cable man that was over last afternoon…) who was giving her the attention a crack whore like his sad excuse of a parent needed. He seethed trying to hold back his anger, but failed. "Goddammit, mah!" he yelled angrily from his mother's negligence. His anger heated him up, almost enough to defrost his fingers. Almost. That is, until a cool winter breeze crept up his spine, causing him to shiver and by impulse wrap his arms around himself.

He decided to vent his anger on the door, and weakly kick it, as if making a difference. As his teeth chattered uncontrollably from the cold, he decided he'd find somewhere else to venture to, for the time being. Whether he liked it or not.

His legs dragged him down a familiar path. His mind wasn't quite sure why, but it was devising a good excuse at the meantime. He knew this path by heart… after all, he's snuck into his room hundreds of times. Yet even through the snowstorm, he could still tell where he was going. He didn't leave this fact up to questioning though, considering how important it was to know everything you can about your enemy.

Chubby legs reach the doorstep, as he yanks his not-as frozen fist from his pocket, to force the finger to reach the doorbell and press. After a couple of rings to annoy the person inside, he quickly shoved his hand back in his pocket, since another cool breeze had frozen him up. Suddenly the door had opened, and the bright light of indoors had shone brightly upon him, instantly blinding him. Though a smirk appeared on his face as he recognized the voice of the Jewish redhead who answered the door.

"Cartman…?" the voice inquired.

Cartman's smile still remained on his face, as his eyes adjusted to the light and the figure of his mortal enemy came into view. "Hello, Kahl."

Author's Note: Haha... sorry I had to end there, kiddies. XD Suspense is always amusing, am I right?

I swear, I'll try my best to update as much as I can... even though I am the world's biggest procrastinator. Well, reviews might help! shot