A/N: Hello everybody! This is a joint account shared between me and my best friend and we both hope you enjoy this story! And please don't be too hard on us, this is our first story and also it is in Kyle's point of view. So please enjoy! :D
"Jesus Kenny, stop splashing the fucking water on me or I'll drown your ass!" I yelled. It's one of those rare, warm days in South Park, but it wasn't quite warm enough for the still slightly frozen water to drench me. "Come on, dude lighten up! Pull that stick out of your ass!" Kenny laughed, lips stretching widely across his tan face. I frowned, deciding to let the comment go as I leaned against Stan, who sighed in annoyance. "Come on, Kenny lay off," he said, causing the blonde to frown slightly before pulling himself out of the freezing pond.
"Hey, assholes! What are you guys doing?" Cartman asked rushing toward us. I lazily gazed in his direction, barely giving him any of my attention, Stan and Kenny doing the same. "What the hell do you want, fatass?" I asked, not really caring about the answer. "Shut up Jew! I've told you I'm not fat I'm just big boned!" He growled back disinterested in my opinion. "But anyway, do you guys remember that one time-"
"At band camp?" Kenny asked with a stupid grin. "Shut the fuck up Kiiinnnny!" Cartman moaned aggravated. "Anyway in fourth grade when I had that dream about us being in a band?" We all stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue. "We should totally get the band back together!" Cartman said excitement clear on his face.
"Umm, how about no," I snapped at him. Cartman gave an exasperated sigh. "Kyle, stop being a bitch. Seriously guys, think about it! We could make loads of cash! And we can quit school and live the life we deserve!" Cartman pleaded. 'I said no you fucking asshole now go away!' I thought irritated with him. "Really, Cartman that's a stupid idea, I mean remember the last time we did that?" Stan stated.
"Actually…" Kenny started, unsure. Everyone looked at him curiously, peer pressure making him continue his sentence. "Umm… Well, I was just thinking that last time, we didn't really have that much experience. And Kyle's in choir now and you know that I've been practicing the drums… I dunno, maybe it's not such a bad idea after all," Kenny said a bit more confident. "You see that guys! Kenny agrees with me!"
"Dude, Kenny agrees with everything…" Stan said, still uneasy. "No I don't!" Kenny defended himself. "Please guys I promise this will work. Just give it a chance." Cartman pleaded.
While the three of them argued, I took the thought into consideration. Maybe the fatass was onto something, and Kenny's point did make sense. We've come a long way since fourth grade and our lives had slowed into a boring state of maturity lately. I mean, maybe this was just what we needed. "Okay, Cartman," I said, interrupting the dispute. "Count me in." Stan looked at me in exasperation. "Dude, are you serious?" I nodded confidently. He looked at me and sighed. "Fine, I'll do it."
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