Hi guys, this is my very first South Park fanfiction. Rated T for language. Platonic relationship between Stan and Kyle. implied Stan/Kyle in later chapters. I hope you all like it and please leave feedback if you like it and want more. I will post the next chapter at 5 reviews.

"They are totally going to kick the Raiders' asses this Saturday!" retorted a voice.

"Is that a challenge I hear, Jewboy? Come on; don't be so quick to think the Broncos are actually going to win. It's on Oakland's turf this game."

"You shouldn't even live in Colorado if you don't believe in your own team, fatass!" A boy in a green Ushanka snapped at the overweight oaf standing next to him at the familiar bus stop. Fresh snow drifted down from the sky, landing gracefully on the four boys' winter capped heads.

"Come on Kyle, just ignore him. He's just trying to get under your skin." Stan groaned, looking tiredly at his best friend. Kenny mumbled something incoherent, and Cartman laughed. Kyle kicked at some overly frozen ice and grumbled inaudibly. The air was starting to thicken in an icy fog and began to surround the four fourth grade boys.

"Jesus Christ, where the hell is that damn bus driver, I'm freezing out hyah!"

Cartman's ability to create his own words still astounds me, Kyle sarcastically thought to himself.

The slow rumble of a school bus's wheels snapped Kyle out of his day dream. Stopping directly in front of the small orange coat wearing boy, the bus doors swung open. A waft of warm air taunted Kyle as he was about to board the bus.

"Out of my way, fag!" Cartman shoved Kyle aside roughly, pushing his way through the crowd of students that had already remained on the bus. Kyle was about to retort when Stan grabbed the red-head's arm.

"C'mon, Kyle. Let's go." The boy sighed, not wanting to argue with his friend. Kenny trailed loosely behind, entering just in time before the bus doors snapped shut behind him. Kyle followed Stan to an empty spot, and the two sat in the uncomfortable plastic seat.

Pushing Cartman's crude comments out of his mind, Kyle attempted a conversation with his friend. "So Stan, are you up for watching the Bronco's game with me this Saturday? My parents are going out that day with some friends and leaving Ike with a babysitter. I don't wanna be all alone either without someone cheering with me." He looked hopefully at his pal, waiting for an answer.

"Sure dude, as I recall my parents are actually going with your family to watch the game."

"Oh that's right, duh." Kyle rubbed the back of his neck. "I already asked my parents last night if you could come," he smiled. "You can bring whatever you like."

Stan grinned back at his red haired friend.

"What are you two fags gossiping about?"

Cartman's irritating voice made Kyle jump. He hovered over the duo of friends with evident curiosity on his face.

Kyle sighed and mustered a response. "Stan and I are gonna watch the Bronco's game this Saturday."

Cartman's face lit up in false excitement. "Ohhh, you two gonna make out for a while? Gonna watch the Donkey's lose to the Raiders?" he pinched the Jew's cheek in a provoking manner. Kyle cringed and bit his lip.

"Shut up, fatass, you're just jealous because we are going for the winning team." Stan rolled his eyes and stared out the bus window, fogging the pane with his exhaled breath. He drew a face in the condensation with his gloved finger, and then turned back to Cartman.

"Then it's a bet, Cartman. I bet you five dollars that the Bronco's totally kick the Raiders into the dirt."

Cartman scoffed. "Make it ten dollars, fag!" he stuck a fat gloved finger in the raven haired boy's face. Stan inched back in his seat and pushed the fat boy's finger away. "You're on, dude! Ten dollars say that the Raiders lose!"

"That's ten more dollars I have in my pocket when the Broncos lose!"

The two boys rabbled on until an angry voice broke in to stop the conflict.

"ERIC! Turn around and sit in your seat properly!" the bus driver shouted at the chubby boy. Cartman's face screwed up in annoyance. He grumbled and sat in the seat, shifting a little. "Meeh…mm-meh…" he whined, crossing his arms.

"SHUT UP FATASS!" Kyle, Kenny, and Stan shouted in unison.

Kyle stuck out his tongue as his pencil scribbled fluently across the quiz page. The sound of scratching led meeting paper filled the room. The boy could feel someone staring at him from behind but tried to ignore the watched feeling. He could see Cartman from the corner of his eye, looking at his paper over his shoulder.

"God damn it, Cartman!" Kyle finally snapped, jolting the class out of a concentrated trance.

"Kyle!" Mr. Garrison looked up from reading a newspaper at his desk and fixated his eyes on the Jew boy.

"Mr. Garrison, tell Cartman to stop cheating off of me!" Kyle indicted, pointing a shaky finger at the accused boy.

"Jesus Christ, I just want to get through this Friday without anyone ruining it…" mumbled the annoyed teacher, ignoring the boy's accusations. Kyle huffed, shooting a daggered look at Cartman. The fat boy stuck out his tongue and returned the irritated look with defiance.

"Alright children, let's all turn our quizzes in now, class is almost over." Mr. Garrison flipped a page in his newspaper and propped his feet up on his desk. Kyle scribbled the last two answers on his quiz and rushed up to the front of the class to turn his work in.

"Here Mr. Garrison." he placed the paper neatly on the desk in front of him. The bell rang and all the students rushed out the door with an excited cheer, with the day finally being over. Kyle always left the class a little later than the other students.

Kyle met up with Stan at his locker.

"Hey dude," Kyle greeted his friend as he shut his locker. "Can I stay over tonight?"

"Sure, I'm sure my mom won't mind if you do. Just walk home with me." Stan smiled, and Kyle returned the gesture. The two friends walked down the hall and outside into the cold Colorado air. Stan shivered.

"Dude, no matter how long I've lived here, I have never gotten used to the cold." He frowned, kicking some stray snow on the ground.

"Same." Was all Kyle could say, as he looked up at the bleak, dark sky above. "My mom says that there is going to be a storm tonight… it's going into tomorrow too. I'm hoping the power will be safe, so we get to watch the game." Kyle sighed, his breath showing as a cloud in the frigid air.