A/N: Okay, this is my first story, so ride me all you want, but I will bite back if provoked. I have three more chapters already typed for this, but depending on what people say, we'll see where this goes. ED-IT-TED.

Disclaimer: I do not own South Park - if I did it wouldn't be as awesome. I do not own the title - The All-American Rejects are the ones who made that gorgeous song. The quote at the beginning is mine though - my friends and I wondered if a guy we knew was wearing Levi jeans because every guy seems to wear those things, haha. Levi's belong to Levi Strauss and his descendants.

When the World Comes Down…

A South Park Tale.

Chapter One

"What brand are your jeans? Are they Levi's?"—"They're Jeans Brand."

It was an early come Thursday; the curtains were half shut, allowing just enough light and cold air in to throw off sleep patterns. That was not what arose our fifteen-year-old raven, however. No, Stan Marsh rolled over in his bed to face the loud, brash sound of his presumed worst nightmare…

"Wake up, you stupid turd." Older sister, Shelley was not the most patient of people. She was more of a grumpy gorilla. "Mom and dad need you to get up and make breakfast! It's their anniversary and they refuse to get out of bed and do it themselves!" She said, as if that justified obnoxiously parading through his room, picking up random clutter and rearranging it in a senseless manner. While her words sounded harsh, Stan could tell that there was no bite in her voice. He knew her fire when he heard it.

Tired of watching her, and alarmed when she started to lift his school bag and peer into it, Stan flew from his bed just in time to stop the startled sister from dropping the bag. "Shelley! I have something very important in here!" Yanking it away with a hiss, he stuck out his tongue and continued, "Why can't you cook breakfast? It isn't like you don't know how. You're twenty, for Pete's sake!" He stared down at the bag, clearly finding it more important than their current conversation. For a moment he forgot that they were talking, as he became fully engrossed with the thought that Kyle would absolutely love getting a back-to-school present – especially since they hadn't premeditated an act to do so.

Shelly rolled her eyes as he tenderly set the bag on the end of his chaotic bed and then answered his oh so silly question, "Well, dearest brother of mine, if I am visiting from college, I shouldn't be doing any hard labor… Plus mom told me you got stuck with that loony Home Ec teacher who loves talking about king sized beds, so you should know how to cook!" She smiled, a habit Shelley has grown quite fond of since she ditched her headset.

Standing up from digging in his bottom drawer for a pair of Levi's, Stan countered with, "How can I when she's loony?" Crossing the room to his closet, he opened the door and added one final nonchalant toss at his sister, "Let me take a shower first. Real quick this time, I promise… 'Kay??" He turned around to check for a nonverbal answer and saw Shelley making faces in the mirror – they reminded him of that old thing his band teacher had said to him in middle school: make a kissy face and say 'do' then make a forced smile and say 'ee'. It really had made his mouth more relaxed.

Shelley looked up from the mirror to glare at him with a face that made Stan think of a thirteen year old caught stuffing her bra. "What are you staring at?"

If Stan had given an honest reply he would probably just be digging himself a hole – 'girls are mysterious creatures' he reminded himself out of habit from dealing with his good friend, Wendy. For as he watched his sister, Stan Marsh had realized that while they had been arguing, she was no longer a raging tyrant bent on destroying him. The girl in front of him was his sister. 'Funny, maybe she's seeing someone.'

Having finalized this hypothesis, he flicked the shaggy emo flip out of his face and yanked out a shirt that was washed one too many times for proper readability; a shirt that he kept simply because it was the only thing Kyle could afford to get him for their 'Winter Break Gift Exchange' – religion was strictly forbidden from this matter. He grabbed Shelley's arm, stared into her eyes, and said with great sincerity, "Shelley. You are too lazy for words. Get out of my room you cow." With that, he walked towards the bathroom and flicked on all the lights – so what if he wasted electricity, he needed to wash properly.

Shelley, always strong, just laughed at her totally gay sounding brother. "Whatever, you weirdo," she said as she exited the room to make brekkie because she knew his shower would go longer than he promised. All she had to do was burn Stan's share.

Sok~Munki: Okay, so that's my story so far.

That thing about band is totally true. My current teacher has told us to do that - although he didn't exactly say those words, but it was just easier to describe than just, "say 'do-ee'."

The Winter Break Gift Exchange of theirs is titled as such because of how students are no longer allowed to say, "Christmas Break". To keep from discriminating against religions, they're getting rid of the subject all together, go figure. Only, I imagine that Stan and Kyle call it that because it's easier than, "Chanukah-Christmas Break, No Fat Ass, Chanukah Goes in Front of Christmas Because It's Alphabetical That Way, Dude, No, We are Not Dropping the 'C' for Something You Won't Even Participate In! Why Won't You? Because You'll Probably Give Kyle Typhoid Fever or Something! Kenny's Poor He Can't Do It! No Just Having Two People Do It Doesn't Make It Gay!"

It would be a life of complications.