Author's Note: Little did you guys know that I actually had typed this chapter at least two days before I decided to submit it. At first I wanted to wait for more reviews, but now I decided that I might as well now. In case I take a break from the online world for a bit, so that I have the story finished already and can have an easier time moving on to another story when I'm ready to write. (I've been kinda depressed lately, so maybe when I feel better, I might submit another story!)

Anyway, yep, this is the end. I originally had the ending planned so much differently from this, but this is a relatively satisfying ending. At least for myself, I hope you think likewise and won't be disappointed. XD

I'm a bit proud of this chapter. Or at least the beginning of it. Just the fact that I got so descriptive was at least something to save the fanfic from being in comparison to merely a script!

But ah... enjoy the finale. :)

And P.S. ... I've been considering maybe writing another fanfic that was either a spin off or in reference to this one. But who knows?

Chapter 10

He stood in his kitchen, trying to be as silent as he could. He ignored the cold feeling his bare feet had to endure from touching the hard kitchen floor. He glanced at the clock placed on the wall. 12:16 AM. He hoped he wouldn't accidentally awaken his parents, notably his mother. Lest he lose his own head.

It was another freezing winter night, unfortunately even freezing indoors. One would think his dad would manage to afford better central heating, considering his lawyer status.

Kyle, standing in his nightwear, braced himself for the oncoming chill that would make its way in his direction when he'd open the fridge door. He quickly grabbed his provisions; a carton of milk and a can of whipped cream, and shut the door. He turned back to the counter and set his items next to the hot cocoa powder mix. Having trouble sleeping, he hoped the warm, soothing drink would both calm down his nerves and warm him a tad better than his bed comforter had been.

After combining the mix and milk into a mug, he placed it in the microwave and stood idly, waiting for a minute to pass. He questioned the reality of him wanting to sleep, but one can only shrug off any ideas of conflicting insomnia only so hours before school was to start.

He jumped when he heard the microwave beep, causing him to quickly yank the microwave door, fearing it ever beeping again. He slowly pulled out the hot contents, pricking his ears for any sign of disturbed grunts from his parental figures upstairs.

When he was sure they heard nothing, he grabbed the whipped cream can and finished off his masterpiece. He began to take a sip of his warm treat, when a sudden bang against the front door caught him off guard and made the mug slip out of his grip and shatter on the floor. When regaining his composure, he glanced down at the mess of liquid chocolate, white cream, and broken ceramic that dirtied the once spotless floor. "Fuck!" he muttered to himself in complaint. "Just great!"

He carefully tried to hop across the sea of chocolate, hoping to avoid stepping on a piece of broken mug. He made his way unhappily to answer the door. He found it peculiar why he heard no other loud knock, but he didn't take it into high consideration at the time.

When he swung open the door, the redhead expected to see Cartman standing before him. Instead, he was merely greeted by a rush of cold wind, swooping against his fiery curls. He denied the feeling he had was a pang of disappointment.

He sighed bitterly at the waste of time and good ceramic answering the door had caused him. Before any attempt at closing the door was made, something on his doorstep caught his eyes. There sat a poorly wrapped box, tied pointlessly with a thin, white string. A little tag hung onto a part of the string, looking to be unevenly cut paper in the shape of a rectangle.

Kyle hesitantly reached down and picked up the lazily pieced together package. He glanced around suspiciously, before bringing the package inside with him and shutting the door. His back leaned against the door. He looked up and down from the package in his hands to the mess that lay in the kitchen.

It still amazed him that his parents remained asleep. Considering all the loud sounds of door banging and mug smashing.

Deciding that cleaning up the mess was a higher priority, he set the package on the kitchen counter and grabbed a broom and dustpan to clear up the dangerous pieces of a former mug. After emptying the dust pant's contents into the garbage, he wiped the remains of the mess with the wet paper towels.

When the cleaning was done, Kyle threw his last paper towel in the garbage can, and sighed in exhaustion. He glanced at how much time had passed. It was 12:46. It felt so much longer than that.

His eyes darted towards the package that remained sitting on the counter, still pleading to be explored. He grabbed the package from the place is sat, his hand holding up the little tag. An attempt to interpret the messy handwriting scribbled on the flimsy piece of paper was made.

To Kyle,

Just open it.

- Cartman

An anxious feeling bit at him. One wouldn't dare trust any package randomly left by Cartman. And he was in no mood to hear any more of Cartman's crap. Especially considering his recent behavior.

He stared at the box carefully. What could be in it? A bomb? A Nazi symbol placed on an item of his in mockery? A copy of a humiliating photo to suggest black mail? Perhaps it was a more meticulous device. Or maybe something that would keep in mind the peculiar torment that Cartman had been using on him lately.

Whatever was in that box, made Kyle uneasy. Still, he slowly pulled the strings apart and took caution when peeling off the crinkled wrapping paper. Each piece of wrapping fell lightly to the ground. He had reached the cardboard box that was hidden beneath the wrapping decoration. Unwarily, opened the flaps of the box apart to view if his suspicions were true.

His sigh of relief was short, when his gaze changed into one of confusion. He pulled out of the box his gift, large in size and interestingly soft. The familiarity of the object surprised him, though he remained questionable.

Cartman had given Kyle his jacket.

Cartman pulled a pillow over his head, as he tried to block out the sounds of his mother and the grocery store manager having another round in their little, sick all-nighter. The familiar sound of a doorbell caught him by surprise, but made him happy to have an excuse to escape the upstairs. He stomped down the stairs, muttering to himself, "I'm coming, I'm coming…". Once he had opened the door, he was struck with a bit of surprise to see Kyle of all people standing there, in his pajamas and holding up the jacket that was once his.

"Jew…?"

"Why the hell did you give me your jacket, Cartman!?"

"I dunno, 'cause I felt like it. I went down to the store and bought some wrapping paper and decided to give you something. And I thought you're supposed to be thankful for gifts. But go ahead and be an ass about it if you want."

"But why your jacket?" Kyle continued to inquire. "And what are you going to wear, then?"

Cartman just shrugged as an answer to both questions.

"So wait… you're willing to freeze your ass off? You hate being cold! And you aren't normally one who gives gifts, you know."

Cartman shrugged again. "I don't care. And so? I think the reasoning I gave before should clear up the fog that's infesting that Jewish brain of yours. You're stupid Kahl. You're stupid for not getting it, and you're stupid for standing in snow with barefeet. At least wear some fucking shoes, Christ." He then yanked Kyle inside, and slammed the door.

Kyle blinked for a few minutes, speechless while Cartman grabbed the jacket from Kyle's hands, and wrapped them over his shoulders. Though the jacket was awfully big on him, it sure helped warming him up. "… Cartman?"

"Sit."

"Bu--"

"Goddammit Kahl, sit down!"

Kyle sighed, annoyed at Cartman's demands, but obeyed and seated himself on the couch. He then tried again. "Cartman… I…"

"Jesus Kahl, why is it so hard to believe me!? I mean--"

"That's not what I was gonna say, dumbass!" Kyle yelled back while jumping out of his seat, catching Cartman by surprise at the statement.

Cartman then folded his arms. "Fine. Speak."

Kyle stared at Cartman's expression, and swallowed before continuing. "… Cartman… I…" He suddenly couldn't find the words to finish. Why was this so hard?

"What's the matter, Kahl? Cat got your tongue?" Cartman teased.

"No!!" Kyle fiercely responded back, then softened his expression a bit. "I just…" Then he sighed. He was going to have to say something eventually, or it was going to scratch him apart from the inside. "… I…" He hoped to find an easy way to say it. "… I… believe you."

Kyle then turned around, not wanting to see Cartman's reaction, as he automatically grew angry and cursed himself for ever saying anything in the first place. Suddenly he felt large arms wrap around him, his eyes widening at the rarity of an action from such a boy.

"… C-Cartman…" he began, not sure how to even end the sentence.

"Just shut up, Kahl."

Suddenly the sounds of his mother and a man moaning from upstairs interrupted their rare moment of peace, and Cartman cursed under his breath.

"… Your mom's such a whore, Cartman." Kyle spoke up, snickering.

"At least she's not a big nosed bitch."

"Don't call my mom a bitch, Cartman!"

Cartman smirked. "Make me."

End

Author's Note: Well I hope everyone enjoyed the story. For once I finished a fanfiction! I feel like I at least succeeded in SOMETHING now.

Thanks to all my reviewers! Hope to see you reviewing anything else I may pull out of my sleeve in the future. ;)