SORRY GUYS! I'LL BE AT CAMP UNTIL AUGUST 1ST!

But when I get back I'll have tons of free time, way more than I've had recently. SO I WILL FINISH THIS SERIES WITH A BANG!

Hope I don't turn any potential readers off with this. If this is your first time ever reading this series... um, ignore this? :D :D :D

I love the way you look into my eyes

it's like you're staring into my soul.

Even when you don't really see me,

you know I'm thinking of you.

"Cartman, that makes no sense. We're not putting that into the song."

By the look on Kyle's face, the boys could see he meant business. Cartman frowned and Kenny got up to turn up the heater. Stan was asleep, tired out after the hours they'd spent in front of screaming fans in concert.

"Kahl, I don't think you understand the complexity of this song I'm writing."

"It's stupid and it's not going in our album."

Eric Cartman looked at Kyle with a bored expression on his face. They went through this most every time they tried to sit down and write songs without Stan's help. "You seem to misunderstand your position in this band, my dear Kahl. You are the sweet one and I am the tough leader. That means I decide what words go into our songs," he said.

Kyle's face was getting redder at every word Cartman was spewing from the hole in his face. He said from between clenched teeth, "Stan is the songwriter! Not you, fatass!"

Cartman smirked and said, "Well, Stan is asleep right now. Which makes me the songwriter. Isn't that right Kenny?" The blond boy looked over at the bickering twosome, and rolled his eyes. "I don't care," he said, "I'm tired and it's freezing. Is your heater broken or something, Cartman?"

"Not as far as I know."

Kenny looked frustrated, "You see, this is why I wear my parka all the time. I can't deal with the cold weather." Earlier today, during their concert back home in Colorado as a part of their nationwide tour, Kenny had taken off his trademark orange parka because of the heat in the stadium and the fangirls went wild. A few had jumped on stage and ripped the parka from his hands. He had made sure the security wasn't too harsh on them, but he was really pissed.

"Excuse me, earth to fatass. I think we should just wait until Stan wakes up and let him decide," said Kyle.

He really didn't think it was fair how he got the lamest role in the whole group. Stan was the cute, sensitive one, Kenny was the sexy one, and Cartman was the giant Juggernaut 'super cool badass', as he put it. Usually, the girls fawned over all four of them equally, but it seemed like Stan, Kenny and Cartman got more attention than him.

It was probably because he was the quiet type. Kyle did most of the behind the scenes work with the manager and publicist of the group. Which was, 'mega boring as hell' as Cartman liked to put it. Which was mostly true, but he got more joy out of organizing interviews than doing them.

In all, being celebrities hadn't changed the boys personalities much. Stan was still happy-go lucky, Kenny was still perverted and Cartman was still narcissistic, rude, fat, psychopathic, and... well, you get the point. And Kyle was just the quiet ginger, who only raised his voice when he was upset. Usually with Cartman.

Like right now.

"You are so fucking stupid Cartman! I do not have sand in my fucking vagina!"

Cartman grinned, "It's just a metalaphor, Kahl. So you admit you have a vagina?" Kenny watched Kyle knock the stack of CDs piled on the ground in his room, which seemed much smaller now that they were back home and used to, well, giant hotel rooms and penthouses.

"The word is metaphor, lardass, not metalaphor. God, talking to you is like talking to a little kid!"

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but you're jealous because I'm a much better songwriter than you."

Suddenly, Stan piped up, "Would you two please shut the fuck up? I'm trying to sleep. And no, I don't like those lyrics, Cartman. We're not keeping them."

A/N: Hi! Did you miss me?

Yeah. Right.

:P

I've been at boarding school in North Carolina since September 29th, 2009. But now, I'm back in my home country and all is well. I come armed with new skills, new interests and the same sense of humor.

:D

I figured I might as well update and shit.

BUT FIRST! Reading over Moop: The Series, I found too many errors for me to live with myself. x_x So I am determined to fix it before there are any updates :D

So don't concern yourself with reviewing until I put up a new one.

Bai bai.