This is my first story! Or Fan Fic might I add! It was my first time, and I'm still learning, so I hope it doesn't sound too much like an essay xD

I had this great idea in my head for a fanfic, so I wanted to share it with you guys, and hopefully you guys like it! And of course,

I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, OR THE GAME "JUST DANCE" OR THE Wii CONSOLE. I do not intend to make ANY profit, what-so-ever! 3

Enjoy you guys! (grammatical errors = sorry!)

"God dammit," Cartman said as he noticed the grey clouds moving in over their heads, as they waited for the school bus to arrive.

"The one time I don't bring a god damn umbrella is fucking rains! Can one of you guys share your umbrellas with me?"

Complete silence took over as they all ignored his plea for protection. Kenny and Kyle took out their umbrellas and flipped them open as Stan got out his poncho.

"AY. Don't fucking ignore me, I asked you guys a fucking question!" As soon as Cartman finished his hissy fit, drops of water started to fall.

"Hey Kinny," Eric said sincerely, with drops of water falling on his head. "You think you can share that umbrella wi- God dammit Kenny."

"What?"

"Leave it up to Kenny's family to have umbrellas with HOLES in it. Your poorness irritates me, you know that?"

"FUCK you, Eric!" Kenny shouted as he pulled out his middle finger and shined it in Cartman's face.

"Yeah, yeah" Cartman mumbled as he moved on to his next victim. He then caught eyes with Stan, who immediately said, "Dude, There's no way you're going to squeeze in here with me."

"I KNOW, STAN. I'm not fucking stupid! God!" Cartman yelled as he passed Stan and went to Kyle.

"Khy-"

"I'm not sharing my umbrella with you." Kyle said blankly, cutting off Cartman before he could even finish his name.

"FINE. I don't wanna share umbrellas with a fucking Jew anyway!"

"Go to hell, fatass!"

"Suck mah balls, damn selfish red-headed Jew!"

"Fuck you! I wouldn't share my umbrella with a fat bastard like you, anyway!"

"I hope you get aids and DIE. I hope you get fucking aids and DIE, KHYLE."

"Dude, can you just share your umbrella with him so he can shut the hell up?" Stan interrupted, with his head down while holding the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.

"It's funny how both of you managed to stay the same all the way up to the 8th grade." Kenny mentioned, slightly laughing as he said it.

Kyle grunted, but finally said okay. So Cartman squeezed next to him under the one person umbrella, satisfied as ever with the slightest smile on his face. Kyle, however, looked at him in disgust, and tried to get as far away from his as possible from him without being revealed to the rain. No matter how many times Kyle moved over, Cartman just got closer, and closer, as if he lived to piss him off.

"Anyway, have you guys heard about that awesome new video game called 'Just Dance'? It's this dance game for the Wii console." Kyle brought up. "I recently bought it at the game store. It plays mainstream music and creates dances to each song that you have to try and dance while holding the wireless remote."

"Khyle, only girls and fags would buy a game like that. Plus Jews have no rhythm so that game would be totally wasted on your Jew ass." Kyle's face became slightly irritated at Cartman's racial slur, but he wasn't in the mood to start arguing again. He knew Cartman was just being his asshole self.

"Yeah, dude. It sounds gay." Stan replied.

"Mhm. REALLY gay." Kenny followed.

"Well I thought it looked pretty fun. How about you guys come over after school today so we can try it out?"

"No dude, remember? We have that project to work on in Science that Ms. Handoncock is going to assign to us today," Stan said, reminding Kyle of the project due tomorrow.

"Oh, right! I forgot about that! Well, maybe tomorrow you guys can come over."

"Alright, that'll work." Stan affirmed. "It'll be a nice break from all the work we'll be doing tonight." Stan said, completely bummed by the amount of work ahead of him.

"Okay. Kenny? How about you?"

"Hmm, okay!"

"Alright awesome."

"Sorry, Khyle," Cartman said a second later. "I might not be able to make it that day. I was planning on watching the snow melt on my front lawn. Yep, it's gonna be pretty intense."

"Who said I was inviting invited you?" Kyle said, as he kept his face straight forward, not caring about Cartman's undeserved cockiness.

"..Huh?"

"I said," Kyle replied, turning his head towards Cartman's, leaving a couple of inches between their faces,

"What makes you think I'm inviting you over my house?" Cartman's conceitedness was suddenly covered with embarrassment.

"Well," Cartman said nervously, "I assumed that by 'you guys', you meant all 3 of us. Come on Khyle, don't be such an ass licker."

"Why do you even care? I thought you were going to go watch the snow melt."

"Who the hell watches snow MELT?" Cartman answered abruptly while the bus pulled up in front of them, adding a big SPLASH to the sudden stop due to the pouring rain. Stan and Kenny started to board the bus.

"Fine," Kyle said, "You can come too, but you have to promise NOT to be a complete bastard."

"Oh come on now, Khyle. That's like asking me not to breathe."

"Yeah, that too."

"AY!"

"Okay, class. Settle down." Ms. Handoncock said, relaxing the hyper 14 year olds back into their desk.

"As you all should know," She continued, "Today is the day I assign your yearly project. Why yearly, you may ask. Well because I'm too busy to assign more than one project a year, and also my husband always complains about how much work I have to grade, and we NEVER have time to do the nasty-nasty, and that's probably why to this day I still don't have my own kid and it bothers both of us so very much, I mean his penis is not even-"

"MS. HANDONCOCK." The class shouted in unison, shutting up the teacher's daily rants on her own love life.

"Oh my. Sorry, class. I always end up treating you guys as my therapist."

"Jesus, dude. It seems like every year, we end up getting a teacher that drifts off from the lesson into their own personal life!" Kyle whispered to Stan.

"Seriously. It's annoying as hell."

"Anyway class… I forgot what- OH right. Your projects! Okay so, as I forgot to mention to you last Friday, you will be working in pairs on this project!"

"Weak!" Cartman said, knowing that he would be the last one left without a partner.

"And I will be assigning them to you."

"Oh thank Gad."Cartman said reassuringly.

"So Butters, you will be working with Kenny," She started to say, with her pen going down the class roster. "Craig you'll be with, Tweek. And I'll put Eric..."

"Yes… yes…"

"With Kyle."

"WHAT? NO!" Kyle yelled.

"Weak!"

"I'm sorry, is there a problem with your pairing?"

"Yes, there is! Me and Cartman HATE each other!"

"Well maybe this project will bring peace between the two of you."

"Ms. Handoncock I think you're missing something here." Cartman started.

"Excuse me? What exactly-"

"You see, Khyle is a Jew. And is goes against my beliefs to work and/or be associated with a Jew, such as Kyle here."

"That's it, fatass! You can forget about coming over my house on Tuesday!"

"As long as I won't have to work with a Jew on my project, I don't really care." Cartman replied. Kyle was furious, as his cheeks turned a deep red with anger.

"Children, settle-" BRING BRING.

"Oh, hold on, kids." Ms Handoncock said as she made her way to the phone.

"You know Cartman, your bastard attitude is really gonna back fire on you. It's called 'Karma', and if you don't stop being such a racist fatass, something bad will happen to you someday."

"Khyle, lay off with the hippie shit, okay? Don't take your anger out on me, it's not my fault you're a Jew." Kyle gritted his teeth, angrier than ever.

"Eric Cartman?" Ms. Handoncock shouted as she covered the part of the phone in which she spoke in.

"Yes?"

"Principal's office. It's an emergency."

"He probably ate all the donuts in the school cafeteria again." Kenny snickered as the entire class started to crack up.

"SHUTUP KENNY! THAT WAS 3 YEARS AGO."

"Eric. Go. NOW. It's urgent!" Ms. Handoncock once again mentioned.

Cartman left silently out of the classroom, Kyle watching him, anger burning deep in his eyes as he stared at the anti-Semitic boy leave the room.

"..What?"

"The house sweetie... It burned down. I left the oven on downstairs to cook your pot pie for dinner, something must have sparked. I smelled a strong smoke that didn't fit what I was cooking, so I got out of the shower and went downstairs, well. Everything was on fire. A huge blaze... It was spreading faster than a wild fire!" Cartman's mom said, with her elbows on her lap as she started to cry in her hands. Cartman was completely speechless. His face was confused, yet angry at the same time.

"I'm sorry this happened," The Principal stated. "Ms. Cartman, I understand that you'll be having trouble finding a new place for you and your son to settle for the time being, that is, until you get your house re-built. So if Eric is a little bit late on his homework, I will completely understand."

"Oh, that won't be a problem." Ms. Cartman said, as she put a yield to her sobing. "I've already found a place for me and my poopiekins to stay for the next month." Cartman was still in shock at this point, not a facial expression changed.

"…Dude. What. The fuck."

"Eric, watch your language in front of your Principal!"

"Wu-Wu-Wait. The whole house. It's gone."

"That's right."

"Everything. It's gone. Clyde Frog? My clothes, my… MOM. WHERE'S MY XBOX?" His mom remained silent knowing that he would be devastated at the fact that everything in the house was gone.

"No. NO. YOU'VE. GOT. TO BE. FUCKING. KIDDING MEEE!" Cartman threw a fit in the chair at the thought that his Xbox was burnt to ashes. He screamed and hollered like there was no tomorrow.

After about 7 minutes of nonstop tantrums, Eric was finally calmed down, staring blankly at the floor.

"Mom."

"Yes, dearie?"

"Mr. Kitty?"

"… Oh well, I last saw him in the house before the fire, but he could have possible escaped."

"Mr. Kitty. The cat that I've had since I was 8… and you're telling me that he's not here anymore."

"Sweetie, he could have escaped before the house was destroyed!"

"Could have." Cartman sighed as he realized that the same cat that had been with him since he was little, was now possibly gone, along with his house. Sentimental thoughts drafted through Cartman's head, as he thought about all the times that he and his cat spent together: Hiding his cat in the attic to protect him from the banishment of cats in South Park; telling it to stay away from his pot pah.

"Eric, if Mr. Kitty doesn't show up sooner or later, I'll get you another kitty, just like him."

"You seem to think that Mr. Kitty is replaceable. Mah clothes are replaceable, even mah Xbox. …But not mah Mr. Kitty."

"Oh, well I'm sorry hun."

"Okie," The Principal said. "Well, I think it's best for Eric to get back to class now. You don't want to miss the details on your project, now."

Eric got up quietly and headed for the door, eyes still on the floor, depressed, but thinking.

That damn Khyle! Cursing me with his hippie karma shit! Fucking Jew ball ass tickling sonofabitch!

"Oh sweetie," Cartman's mom said.

"Yes Mem?" Cartman whined in a low, childish voice.

"Walk home with your little friend, Kyle Broflovski today."

Cartman froze.

"Mem, why do I need to walk home with Khyle?" Cartman asked, still facing the door, holding it's handle in shock.

"Because the Broflovski's are allowing us to stay in their guest bedroom for the time being! Such nice people."

… What? You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Well? What do you think? tell me in a review, and if I get at least 1 person that enjoys my plot so far, it'll encourage me to keep writing :D

Thanks!