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Title: The Nothings
Summary: A small town band, The Nothings, have yet to make it big, but two teenagers managed to turn their world upside down. Eventual Style and CraigTweek
Warnings: Yaoi Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Character Warnings: Older!Stan (33) Older!Craig (34) Younger!Kyle (16) Younger!Tweek (16)
Couple: (Eventual) StanKyle and CraigTweek
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: . . . . Nothin really.
Comments:D elohel :D Pedooooo. :giggles:
Note: Due to the fact that I couldn't chose which couple I wanted to write about more. . . the chapters will be alternating between Stan/Kyle and Craig/Tweek. The first chap is about Kyle though.
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Kyle
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I smiled giddily, swayed my shoulders back and forth, mouth moving in sync to the words blaring through the headphones draped around my neck, all the while violently playing air-guitar.
"The media is a seduction of human desire
(Set the money set the money on fire)
And if you try to show me the TRUTH
You better know you're a liar
A liar
It's a Tyranny of Normality
It's a Tyranny of Normality."
I giggled madly, no longer able to stand straight without tipping over. I lost the words and flopped backward, only to miss my bed and land on the floor. "Oooowwwch." I groaned, pushing myself up onto my elbows. Looking around, trying to find fallen headphones, I faintly registered the sound of a knock on his door.
"It's open!" I called, diving under my bed to retrieve my blessed Nothing's.
Hi, my name is Kyle Broflovski. I'm sixteen -as of last month- I'm Jewish, and used to have a Jew-fro, thankfully that finally went away -after about a million perms- I'm a little on the short side, 5'4", and because I'm diabetic, I weight a measly 113 pounds. I have a mom and a dad -neither are really on the smart side but they mean well- and I have one little brother, Ike -he's not really my brother, he was adopted when his was just a baby, but, I still love him like a brother and that's what matters- I do well in school -I'm in the top ten percent and I'm only a sophomore- but I'm not really athletic -when I was younger, I was into Basketball, but when the coaches realized I wouldn't be getting much taller, they cut me- I'm currently single and not really minding -mainly because I'm infatuated with someone I'll never meet-
Ike poked a head around the door and squeaked softly. "You're friends are here."
I waved and hand and said in a muffled voice. "Send them up."
Nodding, Ike skittered away, tripping and losing his balance multiple times.
Finally, snagging the headphones with my middle finger I pulled them out with a happy cry. Before I could straighten myself up, I felt something grab my hips and yank me back.
"I didn't know you were that eager to see me." A blond said upon setting me in his lap. "I know EVERYone loves me, but you Kyle? I though you were holding out for." The blond paused and ignored my attempts to push away. "Whas-hiz-name."
Breaking free, I stuck out my tongue, and stood.
"Hey now, don't show that to me unless you plan to use it."
I snorted but pulled my tongue back into my mouth. "Hello to you too, Kenny."
Ah Kenny McCormick, the biggest pervert I think I've ever met -and I've met fair share of people- He's a sweet guy all-in-all but he hasn't had the best life ever. Hell, I'm not really sure how he can stay happy all the time. Though, all this happiness really started a few years ago, before that he just put up a face for everyone, now, it was real. Maybe he finally found someone?
I looked away and fiddled with my iPod, turning it off. "Hi, guys." I glanced back up at the others.
"Wh- whell hello to you too, Kyle!" Another blond said, hands behind his back, fiddling with long white sleeves. "This is a right, I say, right fine room you have." He bit his bottom lip, trying his hardest not to have a funny face.
Leopold Stotch, or more fondly known as Butters. He, well, he's different. Not insane different, or anything like that, just, his frame of mind is. . . off. He often belittles himself and mutters about how he never does anything right and how he should learn to 'control' himself. I think it has to do with his parent, when ever I see them, they're yelling at Butters for some stupid reason or another. Like 'stop making stupid faces' 'stop looking so girly' 'stop doing that and we'll only ground you for a month' that kind of retarded shit.
"Yes, yes, Butters. You say that every time you come over." I chuckled and flopped down. "Tweek, have you raided my kitchen for coffee yet? I think Ike made some not to long ago."
"Really?" An excited voice sounded from a third blond, his hands raising and making twitchy grabbie hands.
Ooo, Tweek Tweak, the basket case. I don't know what's wrong with him. He can't stay still, he talks to himself, he's paranoid of EVERYTHING, and he has this INSANE need for coffee, like, ALL the TIME. But, there is the occasional time that I'll see him calm and smile -something he rarely does- He has a really nice smile, if only he'd do it more. Oh, he also had an odd habit of yelling out.
Nodding, I ignored Butters outburst of 'But it is!' and flicked a hand lazily in the directly of the stairs. "Go have at it."
Kenny jumped up and followed Tweek, he liked the sound of free coffee.
This left me almost alone with Butters.
"Clyde?" I called curiously, waiting for the brunette to come out.
A short slightly pudgy boy stepped out. "Hmm?"
Clyde Donovan -funny name don't you think- used to bully me when we were younger -then again, everyone bullied everyone back then- He's nice when he wants to be, but he had a bad habit of not understanding a joke, or taking things a little too serious. HE also has this innate ability to ALWAYS say the wrong thing at the exactly wrong time.
"Save me from all the blondes," Begging with my eyes and rolled onto my back, patting my bed. "Though it seems one is missing."
Clyde took the offered seat and tilted his head to the side. "You mean Gregory? He's going to be late. Something about tutorials."
I wiggled around, groaning. "He's smarter then me! Why does he need tutorials?"
Shrugging, Clyde looked at Butters who was still politely standing at the end of my bed. "Why don't you sit Butters, I don't think Kyle would mind."
As Butters went to reply, while looking rather flustered at that, Kenny burst back into the room. "Guys!" He danced around excitedly. "Guess who's going to be playing in town tonight!"
I quirked a brow. "Here. As in South Park Colorado? Who would come here?"
Tweek entered the room at this point, practically vibrating, a huge grin plastered across his face too. "Nothing's! OH, God, the pressure!"
I bolted up, and hit Butters's chest. "SERIOUSLY?" I clutched Butter's shoulders without really noticing it. "Holy shit, where?"
"Some new place at the edge of town." Kenny took a deep breath and plopped down onto the ground. "We have to go you guys. We HAVE too."
My grip loosens and Butters sighs happily, his shoulders not being mutilated anymore. "My mom will never let me."
Tweek and butters more or less say the same thing so we sit in sad silence for a moment.
I flop back again, "I can't believe they're so close and yet we won't even see them."
Another hush follows before Clyde speaks up. "You guys could spend the night at my house."
About three seconds later, myself and Kenny went on him, hugging an kissing him in thanks.
No say the least, he wasn't all that pleased.
But what does it matter?
I get to finally met him.
Stanly Marsh.
Lead singer of the small town band Nothing's.
Dear Moses, is this what heaven feels like?
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Okay, so like I mentioned before, I'm putting chapters up two at a time, one in Kyle's one in Tweek's, please, PLEASE, PLEASE review for both.
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