"Hey Stan, I'm being forced to go fishing with my dad tonight. It's gonna suck ass, so I was wondering if you wanted to come." Kyle asked the raven-haired boy standing next to him at the bus stop.

"Sorry, dude. I have a date with Wendy tonight."

Kyle rolled his green eyes. "Again?"

"Yeah, so what?" Stan narrowed his icy blue eyes.

"Whatever."

"Ay! You never invited me!" The fat boy yelled angrily.

"Why the hell would I invite you, fatass?" The Jew yelled back, beginning their every morning conflict.

"Fine! You stupid Jew!" Eric spat.

A few minutes passed in silence. "Ken, you wanna come?" I looked up at emerald eyes looking at me. Of course he would choose me as a last resort. I was just the back-up friend. I knew he didn't really want me to come, but I agreed anyway.

I shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

The school day passed pretty quickly, and I skipped 3rd period to go out and have a smoke. I was gone from class so much anyway, the teachers usually didn't notice my absence. No one noticed Kenny McCormick being gone. My lighter flickered in the cold air as I lit my cigarette.

"I really wish you would stop smoking." Startled, I jumped and the lighter burnt my hand.

"Shit!" I murmured blowing on my pain ridden hand. I totally forgot someone was there and glanced to my side to see Kyle standing there with that one expression he always uses to get you to feel guilty. And for some reason it works every time. It pisses me off.

He crossed his arms. "You're killing yourself."

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed sounding harsher then I wanted.

"I saw you sneak out so I followed you."

"Like a stalker?" I raised my eyebrows and took a drag of my cigarette. His long fingers grabbed the death stick from my hand and threw it on the ground into the snow. "What the fuck dude? That was my last one!"

"Why do these things? You're ruining your life Kenny." His green eyes looked sad. Which made me angrier.

I laughed. "Like my life isn't fucked up already? Really Broflovski, why do you care about what I do? You never have." I looked at the ground and immediately regretted saying that.

"What are you talking about Kenny? I've always cared about you." The Jew's eyebrow's creased sadly.

"Whatever. Later." I said walking towards the direction of my house.

"Kenny," he called after me. But I didn't listen. And it felt good. For once I was the one who didn't listen to someone.

I heard a honk outside. I ignored it, some stupid driver of South Park I assumed. It honked again. Sighing, I put down my beer and went to the door. Outside was Kyle's dad, Gerald, in the driver's seat of their car. The fishing trip. I totally forgot about it. I was surprised Kyle still wanted me to come after our squabble at school. Whatever, I thought and got on my dirty, ragged tennis shoes. It was better than here.

I got into the back of the car next to Ike. He was growing into a man himself. He was thirteen, and already a sophomore. Since he was a genius and all. He didn't even notice me; he just stared out the window. Mr. Broflovski drove off in the direction of the lake and no one said a word until we got there. And the thing said was, that we were there.

"Here we are," Gerald said putting the car in park and turning it off. Everyone got out and went to the back of the car.

"Here Kenny," Kyle said handing me a pole. He got his own and walked to the opposite side of the lake his family was. I followed behind him. Kyle cast his line into the water and started reeling in, slowly. I tried so myself but kept getting caught in the moss. This is because I never fish, my dad took me a couple times but I was never any good at it.

"God damnit," I muttered, " I suck at this."

"It's alright, here, you're not holding it right." Kyle put his hands on mine and showed me how to correctly cast the line. Once it was far in the water, he took his hands off and smiled. "There you go." The red head went back to his own fishing. I started reeling, slowly, but was still shocked from Kyle's way of showing me how to fish. But it wasn't awkward at all; it sent chills down my spine.

I shook my head angrily. Fag, I told Kyle and myself in my head.

Er, I'm done with the first chapter! It was really short and kind of sucked, but oh well. Please review and I'll be making more chapters soon. :)