A/N: Okay, so I have had a long talk with both AIISA,D and my dad about how I can't type a whole lot. I'm typing there in word - typing, typing typing. When I'm done with a chapter, I'll go, "Holy, Eff! This is a whole three pages!" Then when I put it on FanFiction, I'll see that it's not that long. I can't help but do it. I always think that I put too much into it without having a point... I am still training myself, so bear with me.

Disclaimer: South Park is in fact owned by Matt and Trey. Gorgeous men. The quote is something that just popped in my head. It sets the mood, haha. Parliaments and Basic are marketed by the Philip Morris tobacco company. Lindsay Lohan is... Lindsay Lohan. iPods belong to Apple Inc.

When the World Comes Down…

A South Park Tale.

Chapter Five

"The wheels may go round, but your face keeps my feet on the ground."

The bus soon chug-a-lugged down the road, headed towards three boys who were busy being boys. Kyle was punching Eric in the arm for a discriminatory comment while Kenny took a drag of his Basic – he loved Parliaments before the money started adding up and Lindsay Lohan became a washed-up bitch…

"Whatevah, fag! You're just jealous because Ah can persevere! Ah can see the fear in your eyes and the piss stains on your pants, you little chicken!" Cartman raved, while he used frantic arm gestures, now quite confident with his smaller size – or rather not showing feeling for fear of being called gay. While still being a bigot, Eric was not entirely inhumane. He had his own share of fears and troubles.

Kyle grabbed the brunette's ear and yanked, putting his mouth up to the now red sensory, "Get a clue, artard, you aren't going to drop six pounds in five days – you would have to lose a pound a day, still with one left over, and at the rate you've been going, you've reached the point in the dieting process where your body gets used to the new eating habits and slows down the weight-loss!" Letting go, the short tempered, track prodigy walked to the other side of Kenny, praying that the slowly growing yellow bus would pull up faster and that Stan would show up and hit Cartman.

"In English, you're screwed, dude. Kyle is going to win your lap top and iPod; you're gonna have to admit that you'll always be a fat ass who's jealous of Jews and their gold neck-bags!" Kenny laughed, hoping that what he said would set off into a Cartman Rant that he could easily block out. That was easier than Cartman when he was social.

Cartman gasped, acting like he would reply with his normal poverty rag, but then he just stopped and looked away, twitching slightly. "Whatevah, you gahs," was his weak follow up meant to end the loosely defined conversation.

At this point, the bus had arrived letting out a big puff of exhaust, perfectly in sync with Kenny's final drag before he flicked the butt to the ground and mashed it much like he had his door. Kyle was last to get aboard, as he stood staring off in the direction of Stan's house, wondering where the sonnova bitch was.

Over the years, Stan and Kyle had stayed best friends… pardon, super best friends. The two weren't entirely glued at the hip, but Stan Marsh was still the sanest person in South Park to Kyle. Breasts did not distract him. He was not a discriminating person. He was a keeper of the peace who would put his friends in order when prompted. He was the type of person who would help anyone in a heartbeat. So, God dang it, the kid should be right behind his best friend, ready and willing to defend the Jew.

As if by cue, Stan came gallivanting over the hill waving his arms frantically at the Hispanic man who was going into drive. "Don't leave without me, you beaner! I need to go to school! HEY!!"

The red head looked up and smiled as he held the door open with his foot, extending a hand for the Jock/Goth hybrid whom was now tripping over his feet to try and lunge for the bus that was slowly pulling to a start. When their hands finally connected, Kyle yanked as hard as he could to get the boy through the door that was attempting to break his foot. Had the driver any heart?

As they fell to the floor of the bus, Eric bleated, as if deeply hurt, "Why do fags have to do everything so dramatically?!"

And because Stan is Stan, he stood up and smacked Cartman upside the head.

Sok~Munki: This chapter is cute in a down to earth kind of way. It's all, "Oh my gosh, romance in a cheesy way!" then Cartman brings it all back to reality. Which, is being done everywhere, so that's becoming the cheesy part in a way, but oh well. No harm meant in the beaner comment, but in South Park they kind of say racy things without being racist. Stan's too cool to be racist, haha. That thing about the weight loss I believe is accurate, but again, if you know more, let me know, 'kay?

I see Kenny LOVING Parliament cigs. till he learns that Lindsay Lohan loves them... Nothing against Lindsay, but Kenny doesn't seem like he would like her. Plus, Basics are like really cheap compared to other brands, and we mustn't forget Kenny's poor status. Bless his heart.

Man vs. Wild. Watch it. Bear Grylls is boss. He does push ups butt naked on a Patagonian glacier.