Hi everyone! I hope everyone is liking this story! Just to tell you guys, this may not be my longest story. I'm not sure how long it will be, but the plot is picking up. Just to let you guys know. Also, in this chapter, I'm doing something I haven't really done before (since Selfish Cartman always-my first south park fic). I'm gonna use a swear word, but it's gonna be censored. My sister says it's wrong either way, but I have to describe the characters. Ok, on with chapter 5!

Chapter 5: The fight

"Wow, I'm surprised you guys showed up," Cartman said to Stan and Kyle, as they entered his garage.

"Why wouldn't we?" Stan asked.

"Because you guys wrote a song, and wanted to play alone. Just the two of you."

"Chill dude," Kyle said. "It's just quiet practice to be prepared with you and Kenny."

"You practice with me, fags!"

"We do, Cartman!"

"But you guys practice together. You fags. And you wrote a song. I'm the song writer!"

"Ok Cartman!" Kyle reached in his backpack, and got the paper with his lyrics on it. "You can decide if it's our type of music." He handed the fat kid the paper.

Cartman anxiously took the paper, and read it. "Are you crazy?!" He crumbled up the paper, and through it on the ground. "WAY too gay!"

"I knew it," Kyle said.

"Don't be that way, man," said Stan. "Cartman's gay. He probably doesn't know the right songs."

"Excuse me!" the fat boy cried. "Do people hate the songs we have done from the past two weeks?!"

Stan and Kyle thought for a second. No. Their songs actually worked.

"Well?!"

"Ok Cartman," Stan said. "You're right. What are we gonna sing?"

Kenny then happily screamed something at the top of his lungs, and started playing the drums wildly.

"Kenny, cut the crap!" Cartman cried.

He kept playing.

"Kenny!"

"Dude, what's wrong with you?" Kyle asked the blond-haired boy.

"I bet he's high again!" Cartman cried. "Kenny, cut the crap! You're gonna blow the whole place down!"

All of a sudden, a bowling ball fell from a shelf, and landed on Kenny, leaving nothing but his blood and jacket.

The three boys widened their eyes in shock. "Now who's gonna be the drummer?!" Cartman exclaimed.

"Calm down, dude," said Stan. "Maybe Butters can..."

"Forget it! I'm taking a break! I need something to eat!" He left the garage, leaving only Stan and Kyle.

"Dude, what's his deal?!" Kyle angrily asked.

"I don't know, he's being a butt-hole," Stan replied.

"Why is he like that? I don't get it."

"It's just him, Kyle."

"Yeah, but there's always an explanation."

"His mom, I don't know. She's such a slut."

Kyle laughed. "Yeah. We can always make fun of his mom about it."

Stan laughed. "He gets so mad when we do that. Kind of like when you get mad when he makes fun of your mom."

Kyle stopped smiling. "What do you mean?"

"Well, ya know. More than three times, he's called your mom a b-."

Kyle glared, wishing he hadn't heard that. He hated it when Cartman talked about his mom like that.

"Don't get mad, Kyle! It's no big deal. I mean, she kind of us."

Kyle's eyes widened. "What?!"

"Uh-oh."

Kyle went up to Stan's face. "What did you just say?!"

"Dude! Don't worry..."

"I can't believe you just said that?!"

Stan glared. "Well dude! You have to admit it's true!"

"I can't believe what I'm hearing! My best friend talking horrible things about my family!"

"Dude, it's just your mom!"

"Oh yeah! Well your dad is stupid!"

"I know he's stupid, Kyle!"

"He's the most stupidest adult and dad in the world!"

Stan's mouth dropped, and angrily pointed at his best friend. "You take that back!"

"No! Not until you take back what you said about my mom!"

"How can I take something back that is true! Your mom is constantly strict about everything that goes on!"

"Your dad is always drinking! He may do something even more stupid! So stupid, that I didn't even think it was possible, since he wouldn't get any stupider!"

"Kyle, I feel like killing you so badly!"

"Ok, well how about I go easy on you, since you're a sissy!"

Stan gasped, and before he knew it, he attacked Kyle, beating the crap out of him. They fought and fought, and continued for five whole minuets, when Cartman came back, tempting to ask what the problem was, but thought the scene was so awesome to him. He felt this had happened before.

Stan finally pinned Kyle to the ground. "I'm done fighting you. But don't look or speak to me!" He ran off.

Kyle got up, and then glared when he saw the smile on Cartman's face.

Hope you liked it! And if any of the words Stan or Kyle said to each other seemed unlikely for them to say, please let me know!

also, since I don't swear, I won't be using censored or uncensored words very often. It will only come every once in a while in my stories.

Please review!