Enter scene Randy, that's all I can think when I see my dad. That's all he is to me, just a minor character in my life entering my life for a moment and leaving right away, and boy am I relieved when he walks off stage. And that's what he was when he walked into my room on my first day of high school. I could hear him yelling my name from down the hallway, right before my door swung open.

" Stan, Stan!"

" Dad! Learn to knock!" I said as I tripped over my own feet putting my pants on.

"Oh sorry, but your mom was just telling me… why are you pants off…anyways your mom was just telling me that today's your first day of high school!" boy were his eyebrows high. I wasn't sure if he was excited or just curious on why I didn't have any pants on."

"Yea, what do you think I'm getting dressed for?" I finally got my pants up.

He had a sort of brain dead look on his face and said, "Oh, I just assumed you were stroking the old salami before your headed to school."

"Dad!" It didn't surprise me, but I sure didn't want to hear it.

"What, I know I wouldn't want to be stressed out on the first day of school. But you got to be careful with stuff like that son. I remember when your mother gave me an old fashion and I slept like a-."

"Dad!" I didn't want those images in my head for the first day of high school.

"I'm just saying you don't want you to sleep through your first day of…what school are you going to again?"

I sighed from disappointment. I couldn't believe how stupid he was, there was only one high school in this whole stinkin' town. "South Park High…"

"Ah, of course, good old South Park high. I remember that's where I first stuck it to your mother."

Ever since I made him believe that I got into Wendy's pants he's been so open with me, even more when I broke up with her. Saying things like "you dog you." and "that a boy Stan, don't let 'er tie ya' down!" You know, when he's drunk. I was hoping he would get to the point already.

"Anyways son, these are your bronze years."

"Bronze year's dad?"

"That's right son, you see I'm in my golden years. I don't have many years left in me, but your barley on your way, so If there's anything I can do for you just name it."

"Well can you give me a ride to school?"

"Oh no can do Stanley."

"What, but you said anything! Not even to the bus stop?"

He sort of gave a little stumble towards me and said, "To tell you the truth I'm a little too drunk to be cruisin' the streets with my boy."

"But it's seven in the goddam morning, how the hell can you be drunk?"

"Hey!" I waited for his to say something but he just seemed to stand there statuesque pointing at me. I finally just walked away and started heading to the bus stop. I wasn't that cold that day, but for some reason I could help but to huddle into my jacket. When I was about a block away from the house I heard a door slam. " Stan, Stan!" I was my dad, I didn't even bother to look back. " Staaaaaaaaaaaannnn, I love you!" I rubbed the bridge of nose telling myself, " goddammit dad…" I could still hear him crying out my name, and i could of sworn I heard him crying.

When I got to the bus stop Kenny was there listening to his Ipod. And he seemed to really get into it, at first he was just bobbing his head, but it turned into a whole coordinated dance off. He didn't even notice I was standing there till he bumped into me. "Oh, hi Stan." He said as he continued to shake his hand and shoulders.

" Hey Kenny." He totally ignored me the entire time, so I was relieved to see Kyle walking towards us. I noticed him because he waved his hands high, as if he was trying to catch a cloud. He looked kind of ridiculous but I couldn't help but to do the same. We greeted on another and Kyle tried to greet Kenny but I told him not to even bother.

"So you think this year's going to be better than the last?" Kyle asked me.

"No way man, it never is."

"Yea I guess you're right." He seemed kind of down when I said that, I should of lied to him. "By the way, I saw your dad crying on your driveway on the way here. He was saying something about telling you he loved you, whats that about?" I didn't want to bring that up again so I tried to change the subject, "What was that Kyle, you love me?" I grabbed him in a head-lock and started giving him a noogie. "Aw, you're a class act Kyly boy, I love ya' too!"

"Cut it out you know what I mean!" He said trying to pull me off, not very hard though. Kenny finally decided to take off his headphones so I let him go.

"What are you listening to anyways Kenny?" I asked.

"The best song ever, Friday!" I should have known it couldn't of been anything good.

"By that Rebecca Black chick? Why are you listening to that kinds of crap, I thought you had more sense that that Kenny."

"I think it's pretty catchy, plus that Rebecca Black is a total babe!" Kenny can't tell the difference between a model and a car crash, as long as it's a girl. Kyle agreed with Kenny, "I don't see why people hate it so much, it's not that bad." Suddenly Cartman pulled up in this beat up old sports car with the sun roof off, if it even had one. It was a real junker. "Of course you would Jew boy; Jews have no taste for music." He had sunglasses on attempting to look flashy. Which was kind of hard to imagine since his stomach was practically hitting the horn. " What the hell are you doing driving that thing, your only fourteen!"

"My mum knows a guy at the DMV who got me a license." He leaned back in his seat, sort of, "G' yea, don't you think i look- coooool?" he said while pulling off his sunglasses.

We all disagreed. I whispered to Kyle, "I'm pretty sure his mom slept with the guy at the DMV." He giggled behind his glove. Boy do I love when he does that, it makes him seem so young and carefree, I wish I could be like that.

"Screw you guy! I guess you guys don't need a ride." Cartman said looking away, pretending he was about to leave.

" Alright then, see you around." Said Kyle.

" Come on guy it'll be coooool. Imagine the looks on those guys faces when they look at us pulling up in this sweet ride!"

The car wasn't 'sweet' at all, but the bus didn't seem to be coming anytime soon so I convinced them to come along. I was shuffling my feet in the snow on my way to the car when Kenny said " Wait guys, which seat should I taaaaaake…its Friday Friday!" I ignored his terrible singing skills and told him to sit in the front. "Yea Kenny," said Cartman, " sit up here, I don't want that dirty jew messing up my front seat."

"Screw you cartman, I'm sure there isn't enough room with your fat ass anyways!" exclaimed Kyle.

I took the seat behind Cartman so that Kyle won't complain about the cramped area. Cartman was already busy trying to convince Kenny his Ipod is a fake, claiming that he wouldn't be able to afford a real one. I hadn't seen Kyle since his bitch of a mom made him go to Jerusalem over the summer. It was hard to give him a proper farewell when Cartman was saying " Nyeh nyeh nyeh, Hehehehehe." So I'm awful happy see him. "So how was Jerusalem, any fun?"

"No way, I didn't know anyone there. I sure wish you were there." said Kyle slouching in his seat.

"Oh come on Kyle you've been flirting with me all day, just say it already." I felt like giving him a hard time since I haven't seen him all summer.

"Say what?" he started to sit up, trying to think of what I meant by it.

"Say you want a big fat smooch."

"What!" Kyle got all wide eyed and started to blush, boy it made me laugh how serious he is. He couldn't even tell when I was just fooling him.

"We're all friends here Kyle," I glanced at Cartman, "Well most of us. Give me a big fat "Welcome home from hell" smooch!" I leaned in towards him puckering my lips. He put up his hands trying to push me off.

" Cut it out Stan, whats up with you today!"

" What's up with me, you're the one that doesn't know how to take a kiss." I kept pretending to kiss him. He now had his feet up practically lifting me out of the car.

" Hey quit screwing around back there." Said Cartman.

"Not till Kyle confesses his love to me." I said trying not to giggle.

"My car my rules, so respect my authoritah!"

Kyle seemed to be really on the edge at this point and just wanted me to stop, " Fine I love you ok?" He seemed to relax after saying it as if he knew I would get off.

" Oh come on Kyle I was going to get off eventually, no need to ruin the fun."

At that moment the car began to shake and back fire. "Who nelly, down boy down!" yelled Cartman trying to get control of the car. It eventually gave out on us and Cartman was convinced he could fix it. He took off his shirt opening the hood. After the smoke from the engine cleared her said, "Let's see what we have here." After a few minuted of randomly banging a wrench against the car Cartman stepped away from the hood. Wiping his hands with his shirt he said, "Well, I thought this would happen." as he stepped towards the trunk and pulled out a fairly large wagon. "What the hell do you plan on doing with that?" asked Kyle.

"Well I'm planning on sitting in it, and you guys are going to pull me along as I stand on it gloriously, accepting me as your king!"

I glared at him, "No fucking way dude." I hopped out of the car. "Come on Kyle we're walking it, alone. And Cartman can follow if he wants."

"Come on you guys." wined Cartman as he rolled himself on the wagon behind us.

"Wait what about Kenny?" asked Kyle. I glanced back and before I could even hear the explosion gust of hot wind hit my face. The car was blown to bits.

" Oh my god, they killed Kenny!" I yelled.

"You bastards!...oh wait there he is." Said Kyle.

And there he was walking towards us without a scratch on him. He was laughing like a mad man, " Haha, did you guys see that? It went boom! Haha, who can't afford an iPod now!"

"You did that!" asked Cartman," I'll kill you." He crawled out of the wagon and starting running towards him. It was pissing him off even more that Kenny was still laughing, but he collapsed halfway towards him, "I'm seriously you guys, I'm gonna kill him." He said gasping for air. I couldn't help to see him looking so pathetic, so Kyle and I dragged him onto the wagon and we continued to walk to school. It was a hell of a walk, and it didn't help that Cartman was going the wrong way.

It was a while before me and Kyle could say another word to one another with Kenny singing to his hearts contempt. Neither I nor Kyle had seen him so happy in quite a while so we didn't poke at his buttons. We just waited for the fat lady to sing, and by that I mean till his iPod died. Even then he was still yelling out random jargon, but we had a little time to talk in the time it took him to remember the lyrics. That's the weird thing about Kenny, usually when someone forget the lyrics they just hum that part. But not Kenny, he waits till he can remember. Sometimes he has to wait till the next day to start up the same song again. All Kyle and I could find to talk about was shit we did over the summer. There were long pauses of silence, till Butters pulled up in a sweet mustang, and by mustang I didn't mean a car.

"Butters, where the hell did you get a horse?" Cartman asked with the only ounce of breath he had left in him. Watching us pull him around must make him exhausted I guess.

"Well, my parents sent me a farm over the summer. They said something about needing character or something like that. I didn't bring back any character I guess, but at least I got this cute horsey here." It seemed like he was talking to his horse the entire time because he would not stop petting it.

Kenny walked up to the horse with a sparkle in his eye. "Wow…" he said as he reached to touch its tail. Before he could Butter smacked his hand away. "Now Kinny, don't you go touching my Butterscotch's no-no-area's." said Butter wagging his finger at Kenny. "He's sensitive, isn't that right Butterscotch." He sure was sensitive, I could tell by stiffy he had on him. I pointed it out to Kyle and he couldn't help but to laugh. Butters reached forward and gave the horse a carrot, as if he had it in his hand the whole time. Knowing Butters he probably did. I was sure as hell tired of dragging that fat ass around town so I had to ask Butter's if he could give us a ride.

"Well golly gee Stanley, I don't thing little ol' Butterscotch here can handle Eric's weight." He replied. Cartman was muttering something unpleasant but no one was paying him any attention.

"Oh come on Butters, we're almost there, plus you don't want me telling your parents you denied your good old pals a ride do you?" said Kyle

"Well I guess not, but only two more people can fit. How are we going to take the rest of you?"

So with me and Kyle sitting behind butters, and Kenny holding onto the horse's tail while sitting on Cartman, we were on our way again.

Kyle didn't seem to be doing so well though, his face was all red. I guessed he was being squished between me and Butters.

But I asked anyways, "You doing alright Kyle?"

"Yup," he replied, "just my first time on a horse is all." I left it at that but I still had a feeling he was lying.

I yelled over my shoulder, "How 'bout you Kenny, doing alright?" I didn't know if he heard me or not but he was screaming "woohoo!" so I took it as a yes.

After Butters parked his horse on the bike rack, we headed to class and got our schedules. Everyone except me and Kenny had different homerooms, and it was no fun since Kenny kept listening to his iPod. I could of sworn it was dead, I'm starting to think Cartman was right about Kenny not being about to afford one and stole another one. I guess he thought it wouldn't work anymore after it died.

When we met up in the courtyard, Kyle and I had first, third, and forth period together. Nevertheless, I knew it wasn't going to be a fun day.