Author's Note:Alright, so it's a chapter that focuses on multiple characters! Yay! Sorry about the long wait, I've been busy and uninspired. Nrrgh.

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Rock Stars, All Stars, Porn Stars

Kyle walked up the walk to his house. Lily's car was in the driveway, which was a surprise. He expected her to be out all night, partying or drinking or some such thing. The night was still young though...

As he got closer, an awful wailing wafted through the window and attacked his ears. What was going on? Honestly, he couldn't leave the house without it going to hell. Kyle crossed the threshold and shook his head at the sight before him.

Three people were in his living room playing Rock Band. His brother strummed his way through the guitar part, a curly haired blonde with no sense of rhythm banged away at the drums, and another blonde with very fake looking hair moaned into the mike and pranced around, "dancing". He recognized the drummer as Bebe, and the singer as Lily in a cheap wig. The song ended and, catching sight of Kyle, Lily grinned widely.

"Look Kyle, I'm Hannah Montana!"

"Oh yeah, I can totally see the resemblance!" Kyle agreed, nodding his head vigorously. "With your black hair sticking out and the manic expression, you totally look like Hannah Montana. You know, if she was on crack."

"Ha! Well yeah, I guess. Welcome home little cousin! Don't I just sing like an angel? Isn't it the most fantabulistic thing you've ever heard?" Lily giggled hysterically and motioned for Kyle to join them. "Here, take the other guitar. Ike's pretty good at bass. Bebe can sing without causing ears to bleed, and I am a proness drummer, so maybe we can actually get some kind of decent song in here."

Bebe smiled as Kyle took the other guitar from her. "Hey Kyle. You're cousin is so cool, I met her at the mall today. We went shopping and I got you a present. You know, for your birthday. Which is tomorrow. So Happy Birthday, I suppose!"

"Thanks, I guess."

"OK, let's get rocking!"

It was a rare moment for Eric Theodore Cartman. He actually felt bad for someone. He felt a little guilty for leaving Heidi to deal with Butters. It was only for a few minutes, but he couldn't do that to his girlfriend. He could do it to Kyle, or Craig, the asshole, or some other such person, but he really couldn't believe he was leaving his girlfriend to the mercy of one of the world's most annoying people. Cartman may have been evil, but nobody should have to be left to deal with Butters against their will.

But that was exactly what he was doing.

Really, it all started on Monday that week. After getting back together with her, Cartman had been hanging out with Heidi as much as he could, and even managed to do it without Butters hanging around a couple of times. Although when they met at WS Arcade Heidi had been pretty serious about their reconciliation and her feelings, it had been fairly casual for the two of them. Passing notes in class, getting lunch together, and chilling at the mall or one of their houses... They were taking things easy.

So when Heidi came up to Cartman and asked about getting together on Friday, he thought she just meant they were doing what they always did. Maybe play a little Guitar Hero, have some snacks, watch a movie, stuff like that. That was NOT the plan. Far from it in fact. Heidi had something a little nicer planned. She wanted to get a little more serious. Secretly, that was what Cartman wanted; he just didn't think he could do it.

On Tuesday, the day he knew was Kyle's birthday (hey, he kept track of that kind of thing, just in case. You never knew when it would come in handy. He actually wanted to get his good ex-friend a "present"...), he had learned the true nature of the date they had set up. Heidi had come up to him, wondering if he wanted to go shopping.

"Why the hell would I want to do that?" he asked, indignantly.

"Well, for Friday. I thought we could get you a nice outfit," she explained. "You don't want to look like an idiot at the restaurant. Everyone else will be dressed up and nice, with their boyfriends or girlfriends or whatever, and I'll be there, all dressed up, with a slob in a T-shirt and jeans. We can't have that!"

"What?!" Cartman yelped. "So, wait, hang on, what- who- where- umm, where are we going exactly?" he managed to stutter.

"That new restaurant they opened up last month, George's. I went there with my dad on my weekend with him and it was actually really nice. I've been saving up and I've finally got enough to go there. Dinner will be on me, of course, but you can at least look nice."

This had come as a major shock to him. They were taking their relationship to the next level, and the results were sure to be disastrous. They had gone shopping that night, and picked out a nice, semi-formal outfit for Cartman. He had spent the next day in shock, and on Thursday, he made the fatal mistake.

"Well gee Eric, I sure bet you're super excited about tomorrow! I wish I could go to George's, but I'm g-grounded."

A grin spread across Cartman's face. "Well, Butters, do you want to come along? You can if you want."

"Well didn't you hear me Eric?" Butters asked. "I'm grounded!"

"Whatever! Just sneak out."

So Butters was accompanying them on their romantic date, and that's when we get to the abandonment.

"Hey Cartman!" Heidi greeted happily, giving him a hug. "Damn, you clean up good!" Then she spotted their company. "Umm, what's he doing here?"

Butters waved nervously, and Cartman looked back. "Oh, ha, he had nothing better to do, and I can't say no to him. Just look at his face."

Heidi looked at him and made a face. "Fine. He's paying for his own food though," she agreed, irritated.

The maitre d' led them to their seat, giving them a funny look. "Will you be needing any, er, kids' menus?" he asked in a slight French accent, looking at Butters.

Butters actually considered this, but Cartman interrupted. "No, not at all, thanks."

They sat down and Heidi giggled. "Thanks? Wow Cartman, I don't think I've actually heard that, or any type of variation of 'thank you' EVER come out of your mouth."

"Ha, yeah Eric," Butters added.

The smiled disappeared from Heidi's face the second Butters opened my mouth. She crossed her arms and slouched a bit. Things went fine for a little while, Heidi pouting the whole time, but otherwise fine. They got past the drinks, and they ordered, but Cartman had to slip off before the food arrived.

Butters had started talking non-stop, Heidi had become even sourer, and Cartman tried to make peace, but failed miserably. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he excused himself, going to the bathroom. He slipped out and left his girlfriend, and the person who was sadly his best friend alone together.

He would be hearing about it on Monday...

Kenny knew how gay it sounded, but whenever he got close to someone, he felt a sort of connection with them. Like, he could tell if they were getting lucky (in whatever way...) or if they were upset, or if they were pissed off, usually at him. It didn't exactly happen often that he got that close to someone, but when he did, gay as it was, he was really close and connected.

It was kind of an odd friendship, this one with Kyle. The two had never been all that close, but Kenny still found that Kyle was the nicest to him. It was strange. Now, their friendship was a little awkward, a little strained, but Kenny could feel that closeness. Like now for instance. He was sure that somewhere, Kyle was flirting with someone. Someone... blonde? Well, it was obvious that Bebe liked him; maybe she was finally making a move.

Kyle had invited him over, but he declined. Kenny figured he had imposed his presence enough, and decided to let his new best friend sort of have some time to himself. Kyle was going to be fifteen tomorrow.

So, rather than being at the Broflovskis playing Rock Band, Kenny trudged up the steps of his crapshack house. Same shit house. The walls were crumbling. Same shit parents. They were bitching to each other at the top of their lungs. Same shit siblings. Kevin and Kelly were fighting over the leftover Pop-tart. Same shit... shit. His TV was older than the invention of the TV, the posters of hot chicks in his room were far less explicit than he remembered, and his fridge kept things warmer rather than colder.

With a sigh, he plopped down on his floor and opened one of his nudey magazines. Fortunately this was shiny and new, unlike everything else he owned. People looked down on him because he was, well, a pervert. But honestly, when you grew up in the kind of environment Kenny did, you had to find solace somehow, and for the blonde, that was girls. Sexy, big-chested, but best of all, naked girls. In magazines. Or on movies. Or in real life if he was really lucky.

Usually he wasn't.

Stan was already sick to death of Vanessa. Perhaps it was a huge mistake, seeing as she was planning his birthday party, he had already broken up with her. She was furious, of course, but at this point, Stan just didn't care anymore.

He figured, screw the big birthday bash, he would just invite a few close friends, some of the guys on the football team. People like that.

The main thing was that, once again, he was single. It seemed the ladis didn't learn, though, and more were already after him. But at least Stan was learning. Sort of. He had turned the majority of them down. Some he said he'd let them know when he was available. He didn't plan on replying, so it was still better.

At this point, Stan was feeling sorry for himself. Oh, yes, he was absolutely a poor old thing. Football jock, plenty of friends and popular with the ladies... The sad thing was, he was feeling pretty hollow. Like the general hollowness that comes with that kind of popularity. He was just one of those who were smart and sensitive enough to realize it. Sometimes he thought he was a pussy because of it, but he really was just sensitive. How many people could say that? Did that make him a pussy? Well, yeah, kind of...

Stan sighed and bounced his mini basketball off the wall. He lay on his bed, feeling sorry for himself. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that his sister's room was on the other side of the wall he was bouncing the ball off. Inevitably:

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, turd?!" Shelly stormed in, furious. "I'm on the fucking phone! Fuck the hell off!" She stormed back out, and resumed her conversation. Stan swore he heard her say something like: "Oh, yeah, sorry, that was just my little shitface brother. Don't mind him."

Love you too, Shelly.

He didn't think it was possible, but Shelly seemed to have gotten bitchier. She should have graduated last year, but in Eighth grade, she and her friends got held back for skipping. They missed over half the year and were allowed to take the exams, but because they missed so much they failed miserably. From then on they only missed school for sick days and appointments. And the odd time, on the really exceptional occasions to get high.

Stan had been high a few times. Once or twice with his sister, and a few times with the team. Plus there was that joint back in fourth grade they didn't actually smoke... It wasn't like he was a pothead or anything, he had just experimented.

It was just then he started missing Kyle. (He also found it odd that thinking about pot reminded him of his former best friend. Huh.) He knew Kyle had a cousin Shelley's age, probably a hell of a lot less bitchy. Stan missed the old group. He saw Kenny hanging around with his former bestie. This gave Stan a glimmer of hope. Maybe that meant that there was hope for the group yet. Cartman... Well, they'd hve to see. But they friendship between Kyle and Kenny seemed the most natural. They had been the two remaining in the original disintegration of the group. Everyone else... would be a little difficult. Stan knew he screwed it up. He screwed up bad. Before the end of the year, well, maybe some kind of get back together could be arranged. It was only October.

Ugh. It was only October...

As the evening went on, Lily's drumming slowly broke down, and got increasingly worse, Bebe's voice started to crack, Kyle's fingers were cramping up and Ike had abandoned the older kids long ago. The truth was, Lily had plenty of stamina, and could have drummed all night, except that she had been taking sips out of a (number of) brown bag(s), ever so discreetly, and although it was plenty more fun for her, the failing was getting annoying. The blonde wig just barely perched on her head, black hair underneath, as askew as the wig. Eventually they turned off the game system, and Lily insisted on watching a comedian on TV, who she laughed hysterically at. When that ended, she had to watch the next guy go on, and halfway through, the laughter died down.

She was passed out on the couch.

Bebe looked at her a little sceptically. Kyle picked up his cousin's large purse, which clinked as it moved, and put it at the foot of the couch. The two tidied up a little, and then decided to try and move Lily.

"OK, she's short and thin. You take the feet, I'll take her arms, and we'll move her, slowly, up the stairs to my room," Kyle intructed. Bebe nodded. "Alright, on the count of three." They took their respective positions and grabbed. "One... two... three!" They lifted, but Lily didn't budge. "Shit, how can someone that small be so difficult to move?"

Bebe chuckled. "Well, she's drunk and passed out. Because she's limp she's harder to move. Plus it looks like she's pretty comfortable here. Wanna try again or just abandon her?"

Kyle looked at the clock. It was already past 10:00. They had school tomorrow, and it was his birthday. He was pretty tired. Besides, she could pay him back tomorrow with her raging hangover.

Kyle looked at Bebe. "Erm, well... Now that Lily's successfully taken over the couch do you wanna..." Was he gonna say go home? What? HE would feel bad kicking her out. "Why don't we just hang out for a while? Just a bit, it's getting kinda late, but-"

Bebe cut him off. "Sure!"

Somewhere, in the ghetto, Kenny gave Kyle a thumbs up.

(Even though she couldn't see it.)

(It was a mental thumbs up.)

(Use your IMAGINATION people!)

Author's Note:OK, so I KNOW that was a long wait, but really, reviews make it go faster. And I've been UBER majorly busy.