Cartman's head fell back against his head rest as he whined for the millionth time.
"Are we there yet?? We've been driving forever, fuck!" Kyle's eyebrow twitched as he bit his tongue, trying to keep his composure. He'd almost succeeded until Cartman started kicking the back of his seat. "I'm. So. Bored!" He chanted, hands gripping Kyle's head rest and rocking it back and forth. A fire sparked in Kyle's chest and he growled, turning sharply in his seat.
"We're all bored, Cartman! Stop fucking with my seat, asshole!!" He yelled toward the back. Cartman smirked and continued to knock his knees into the seat infront of him. Stan glanced toward the front of the car when the two continued to bicker to find that his dad had an uninterested look on his face as he drove, earplugs securely tucked in his ears. Stan rolled his eyes.
"Goddamn it, stop!!" Kyle yelled again, throwing an empty soda can behind him with the hopes of striking Eric in the head. Cartman dodged it easily and sneered.
"Maybe I wouldn't be so bored if someone hadn't gone all jew on me and eaten all of my Cheesy Poofs!" Kyle growled and sat up in his seat to turn and swat at Cartman. Stan reached out and stopped him before the smack made contact.
"You ate most of the Cheesy Poofs, Fatass!" He screeched, face red.
Kenny sighed in the seat beside Cartman, sinking lower into his parka and staring annoyedly out the window, arms crossed. "Yeah." He muttered, voice muffled. He hadn't gotten any Cheesy Poofs.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and rifled through some of the boxes and bags at his feet.
"Thank God." He muttered when his hand found a stray snack size bag of chips on the floor. "Here!" He shouted above the arguing, throwing the bag at Cartman. He was pleased at the crunch sound it made upon impact with Cartman's face. "Stuff your face and shut the fuck up!" He grumbled, turning in his seat and ignoring Cartman's insulted comeback.
"Goddamn baby." Stan mumbled to himself, settling in his seat. Kyle chuckled under his breath and nudged Stan's shoulder, grinning.
"Nice shot." He said, quietly enough not to be heard over Cartman's eager munching. Stan simply smiled back and nodded.
"Thanks," he whispered, "Remind me to never invite him on a road trip ever again."
"Got it."