This is my first fanfiction ever. I'm a big fan of South Park, and I wanted to test myself writing this story. I feel that the relationship between Stan and Shelly hasn't been explored in the recent seasons of the show, and to this time, I still wait for an episode focused on them. But while it doesn't come, I'll distract myself with this series. Hope you enjoy it!

Evening, Marsh Residence. It has been their residence again ever since they moved back from Tegridy Farms the year before, after the marijuana business ended.

Shelly Marsh was in the living room, sitting on the couch. Her attention was on some talk show that was on TV. Thus, she showed no reaction when her little brother Stan entered through the front door. After spending the whole day with his friends, Stan felt the need to distract his mind. He sat beside Shelly, who quickly acknowledged his presence.

"Hey, turd." She greeted, without taking her eyes off the TV.

"Hey, Shelly." He replied, doing the same.

There was no hostility in their greetings, they were in a rather amicable tone. This exchange alone was a sign of how much their relationship evolved in the last three years. After all the violence and indifference Shelly has put Stan through, they were at last somewhat friends. One could say that their mutual hatred of their living back at the farm is what brought them closer.

"You better not be thinking in watching that stupid show again. The remote stays with me tonight." She said that while holding said remote.

"Oh. Okay."

Of course, she was still Shelly.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, their mother Sharon had just finished putting dinner on the table.

"Kids, it's dinner time!" She announced.

Upon hearing that, Shelly turned off the TV and headed to the table, with Stan following her. The two took their seats and started eating their meal, while Sharon was already eating. After a few chews, Stan broke the silence.

"So… any news from Dad?"

"No, sweetie." Sharon answered. The fact was, Randy had been on a trip, away from his family, for a long time now.

"I still don't get Randy. He just can't accept the end of the marijuana business. 'Still looking for a new vocation', he says." She added, condescendingly.

Stan swallowed his food. "Well, I'm not complaining. It's been so calm ever since he left. No insanity, no crazy schemes…"

"Yeah, and no marijuana. I'm glad we got away from that stupid farm." Shelly finished, also feeling content, almost letting out a smile.

"Yeah. Me too, honey."

Sharon couldn't help but voice her contentment as well. The family relished on their new status of normality inside the house. Satisfied with the end of the conversation, they enjoyed the rest of the dinner in silence.

The next morning, Shelly had just woken up. She left her room, still in her pajamas, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She was heading downstairs to have breakfast, but just as she reached the top of the stairs, Sharon called her from the bottom.

"Shelly, where's your brother?"

"Dunno. Still on bed, I think."

"Could you wake him up? Otherwise, he'll be late for school."

Shelly rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Turning to Stan's room, she stopped at the door and repeatedly slammed her hand on it.

"Turd! Wake up! Breakfast time!"

She waited for a few seconds, but there was no response from the other side of the door. Already impatient, Shelly forced the door open with her shoulder, breaking the lock in the process. Once inside, she noticed Stan on the bed, still asleep. She wondered how all of the noise she made failed to wake him up. She walked up to him, and looked at his sleeping face.

"Look at him. Sleeping like an angel." She stated, mockingly.

With that said, Shelly then grabbed Stan's ankle and pulled him off the bed, dropping him on the floor. His reaction was appropriate.

"Ow!"

She was almost laughing. "Now he's a fallen angel."

Stan was understandably irritated. That wasn't the first time Shelly had knocked him off the bed or wherever she had found him sleeping.

"Goddammit, Shelly, can't you just wake me up normally?"

"But this way is so much fun!" She snickered. "Now get up, turd. Mom wants you to go downstairs to eat."

"Okay, I'm going."

With his answer, Shelly walked toward the door. At the same time, Stan got off the floor and turned to her.

"Hey." He called. She stopped by the doorway. "When are you gonna stop calling me 'turd', huh?"

"When I get sick of it." She then added, with a slight smirk. "And I'm not getting sick of it anytime soon."

"I thought as much."

She left the room, and Stan went to his wardrobe to change. Indeed, that was the new dynamic between the Marsh siblings. While it wasn't perfect, it had some sort of balance.

That was going to change really soon.