A/N: I do not own South Park.
Anyone that's seen South Park knows what they're getting themselves into.
This is my first South Park fanfiction, and I'm pretty excited to be writing it. I watched all 20 seasons and compiled a data notebook just to make sure it all went well. I hope people enjoy this and desire for it to continue.
The artwork for the cover was created by me. Check out my DeviantArt account if you want to see more of my South Park fanart.
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(Spacing isn't actually supposed to be in the link)
Although, I play around with the pairings to try and slip in a few different ships for everyone's enjoyment.
Chapter 1: First Day
*Kenny's Point of View*
The sound of Pat Benator's singing flooded my ears as I woke. A smile slowly spread across my face as my crappy little phone sang the lyrics, "We are young! Heartache to heartache we stand! Ahhh~ Ahh~ No promises~ No demands! Love is a battlefield… Woah~ We are strong, no one can tell us we're wrong~! Searching our heart for sooo~ long, both of us knowing… Love is a battlefield." Secretly, this was my favorite song ever since my singing classes in Europe. Somehow it had just gotten to me… Of course, none of the guys would ever understand such a thing seeing as I also died that day. I let the melody play some more as I got up and began to get dressed while dancing to the beat.
I pulled my muted, tattered, dark blue jeans up around my waist as I grabbed a white tank top from my floor. Pulling the fabric over my scarred and tattooed covered muscular figure as I got ready to leave my crappy little house. Today was the day, the first day of my shitty high school life. I knew how it was all going to play out already- Me dying a lot of fucking times for no goddamn good reason… My sapphire eyes narrowed at my depressing thought as I ran my hands through the mess known as my hair. Perhaps I should just skip the first day and wait for the guys to calm down with all their insane ideas where I don't die. It was too late to be chickening out now, I'd already tied the laces to my boots and went to the front door with my cell playing Butters' ringtone to let me know he'd arrived out front with his mom. Grabbing my orange parka to cover my body, I stepped outside bringing my hood up to hide my facial features just as I did as a kid.
Seeing my carpool, I went and climbed into the backseat of Butters' mom's van. The reason behind Butters' being driven to school, instead of him taking the bus, is because they didn't want their boy being influenced poorly by the other kids anymore. The only thing that got me a ride was being Butters' best friend. Plus, they drove by my house anyways on their way to the school.
It didn't take long for the vehicle to reach the high school. Butters said his good-byes to his mother while I climbed out of the backseat and waited for the little nerd. I had gotten quite tall throughout my youth and that fact was over obvious next to Butters. I still wasn't the tallest kid in school, however, that giraffe-like sucker would defiantly be Craig Tucker. His old blue hat stood out in the crowds just as much as my orange parka, even more so due to our height.
Pulling a piece of paper from my backpack, I glanced at Butters, my deep voice coming out muffled by the piece of my parka covering my mouth, "What's your first class?" I began to fold my schedule in various ways as we strolled day the hall.
His shoulders sunk, "I… My dad put me in Honors English. He was like… like... 'Look here Mister, you're going to be in decent classes where you can get in advanced colleges!' It's rather ridiculous for him to be so concerned already, but he said if I didn't he'd ground me. I don't want to be grounded." My eyebrows pressed together in concern for my friend as he saddened with the thought of being grounded once again. It just wasn't cool that he could so easily be punished. Of course, it was only because we were always used as the scapegoats for our friends that horrible things happened to us so often.
I patted him on his shoulder as I gazed down at him through the small view of my hood. "Well, you're in the classes so, for now, there's no need for concern." I held my schedule out to him and he flinched in surprise to see I'd folded it like a crane in such a short time. "Cheer up, bud." He gave me a firm nod as he slowly took the small paper bird from me. It always seemed like my job to cheer up the little guy. "I should probably be getting to my biology class. It's on the other side of the building." My eyes narrowed in annoyance. Again, he gave a firm nod in response before going into his own classroom, which we happened to be standing next to. On my way down the hall, my shoulder bumped into Kyle making us have a slow-motion moment as we glanced at one another from over our shoulders. At least, that's what it felt like to me as everything else seemed to speed up after the small amount of eye contact. It gave me an extremely odd feeling throughout my body. He's my friend, so, what should it matter… Everyone in this high school had pretty much-been friends since Elementary school. Maybe I was just getting sick…?
Getting to the back of the classroom right as the second bell rang, I took a seat not noticing until it was too late that I'd seated myself beside Craig. Great… The two tallest guys in school sitting next to each other. My eyes narrowed in annoyance as I looked away from him. It didn't really matter, not like we ever spoke.
Quickly, my thoughts shifted to the board to see whatever the teacher might've written. It was completely blank beside a random line of chalk drawn across the center. I already felt like I shouldn't be here. Slowly I began to get up and gather my things, but it was again too late for me to retreat. The teacher had come in followed by the bell ringing. Sensing my unfortunate doom, I sat back down letting out a heavy yawn.
A giggle came from the halls as Bebe strolled in tardy with Clyde tailing her. The two had been dating since the sixth grade after a donut crisis. This town got itself into some messed up shit… Two donut shops came to town, there was a war, and that was about it…
One of my brows perked when the teacher didn't say anything. She just sat in awkward silence staring at us with her arms crossed. Not the worst first day I'd ever had, but still what the hell was the idiot doing? Finally, after Bebe and Clyde had taken their seats, she rose with a stern look on her face. Her tongue making this clunking sound click from her mouth, "Students…. I am your teacher Ms. Blowmen." My eyelids gradually closed as I mouthed the words 'Oh my god' with so much loathing. Why did all the faculty this school higher have such ridiculous names? It wasn't something to be proud of. Every teacher I'd had after Mr. Garrison seemed to just have a last name that wasn't quite right.
One of my hands raked through my hair and I opted not to pay any more attention as I turned my view to the window. Outside the weather was the exact opposite of what I felt now. The sun burst through a ray of clouds lighting the sky with a glowing feeling. "Ugh…" My gaze flew to the person that made the sound. Craig Tucker sat there flipping the teacher off with his head pressed down on the desk.
Luckily her back was turned to him, but it still made me snicker. The action brightening my day. I leaned in closer, whispering, "Dude, you'll get in trouble."
His head slowly shifted and turned to reveal his annoyed expression. "What the fuck does that matter? It isn't like either of us hasn't gotten in trouble for less or more." He slowly set up and crossed his arms as he glared at me. "Besides, she has the stupidest last name I've ever heard. I thought the school might be running low on faculty with the worst last names ever. At the very least, they could've found someone with something with more…" -his hands began to wave around in front of him as he searched for the right word- "…pizzazz…?"
I loved the way he questioned if that was even the right phrase. Resting my chin in the palm of my right hand, I leaned into it as I studied him. That's when a throat clearing brought my attention back to the front of the room.
Her hands were on her hips and she looked pissed, Ms. Blowmen scowled at the two of us while Craig continued to flip her off. "You two seem to be having a pretty important conversation. Maybe you need some private time to finish it up." I gave a heavy sigh knowing where this was headed. "You can do so in detention on Thursday after school. Now please listen to what I have to say…" She continued to drone on from there about what all we'd be getting to do and blah blah blah blah blah….
I rolled my eyes in extreme annoyance as I looked over at Craig again. He wore a wicked grin as we locked eyes. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to get involved with him… Something was going on in that mind of his and I didn't like it.
*Craig's Point of View*
The way my day started out was boring, just the way I like it to be. I rode the bus to school while listening to My Chemical Romance, and then came straight to my class. It looked like I was the first one of all the students to actually go to their classroom. It pissed me off, even if it was none of my business, Bebe and Clyde being late when we got here at the same exact time was ridiculous. We rode the goddamn bus together! Why could they possibly have been tardy?!
My shoulders slumped as I made a noise letting my face hit my desk. Absentmindedly I lifted my middle finger to the world to better show my emotion. It wasn't until the teacher said her name that my finger stiffened and I was directing it at her. I nearly jumped out of my skin at hearing McCormick's voice directed at me in a whisper. Staying calm, I turned my head to see the kid I once knew had grown. Damn… I must be good at ignoring people to not have noticed how much he'd changed in height. Nothing else, as far as I could tell, had changed seeing as he still had his stupid hood up. Of course, I guess everyone had changed and either gotten more awkward or altered themselves in some way…
Take me for example, I still wore my chullo hat and blue coat but I'd come to look more like a "rebel" as my mom would state it. Apparently, I was infecting my little sister as well. Now I sported black torn jeans that slanged effect to make me seem chill, but not where I looked like one of those idiots who was copying prison-style. My limps had grown out to be inelegant and lanky, but everyone just thought of me as a tall-slender guy that enjoyed glaring at people for nothing. At least that's what I heard them whisper as I'd walk by. Not like anyone actually tells me their opinions.
Shit! …Now we're in trouble! This was not my day.
*Tweek's Point of View*
"Henrietta!" I followed behind my best friend as her long black and pink hair flowed out in front of me. She giggled, turning around to show off the cup of coffee she'd stolen from me. Twitching at the sight of my precious drink, I walked faster to get it away from her.
The well-known goth girl and I had become friends in seventh grade, mostly by accident but our bond got stronger each passing year. She actually seemed to enjoy my spasms and we both took pleasure in a cup of coffee. Nothing could be more perfect. She even seemed to become happier hanging out with me than in her click. Although she still masqueraded in black it was mostly about what she was comfortable wearing than anything else.
As we took our seats in the center of the room, Butters said hello to everyone, and Henrietta gave me back my cup of coffee. It almost seemed like a lot of pressure to return his greeting, but I put all my strength into returning his hello. My eyes went wide at seeing Mr. Garrison enter the classroom. No! There's no way he was teaching my Honors English class! My eyes narrowed as my blond hair fell in front of my face. My hands finding their way to something to grab at as I twitched. I stopped when I saw him leave the room and gave a sigh of relief. Slowly, letting my hands wrap around my cup.
Wendy and Red took the seats on the right side of me. Looking at the two, I did my best to give a wave. One of the last people to enter the room was Kyle. He entered the room right as the bell rang and took the last open seat in the front. It made me concerned that such a punctual and prompt guy such as him was cutting it that close to the bell. The fault probably lied with Stan… The turd had become goth again after Kyle had found him depressed in his room for god knows what. It all just kind of happened and I wasn't really around to hear what it was all about. Kyle stuck around the guy, but he was just so boring now… Not that I had a problem with boring. I'm a pretty dull guy myself.
Henrietta leaned into me, "So, after school wanna come over and play League of Legends with me?" We grinned at one another as I gave a nod. It had quickly become our favorite game. She liked it more so for Jinx. I just enjoyed video games of all kinds.
Video games, coffee, and Henrietta were all I needed in my life. Nothing else.
*Stan's Point of View*
My animal rights shirt hung loosely around my torso as my jeans brushed the floor from being slightly too long. I was on my way to Physical Science. How I got this for my first period was beyond me. I didn't fill out my class form. It didn't really matter… Nothing mattered! My dog died and it hurt my insides… Nobody understood me and my emotions!
Sitting down in the classroom beside Pete, we gave each other half-assed nods as greetings. Everything was calm and quiet until Cartman entered the room. At least, I was pretty sure that was him. The guy was wearing Cartman's hat and sweater.
The thin strange Cartman plopped down in the chair beside me. "Hey fag," he glanced in my direction. Yep! Definitely Cartman. "I thought the goth thing was over for you," - He gestured to me with his index finger, seeming to circle my person in the air with it as he spoke- "or do you plan to keep this pussy look throughout your high school life."
My blacklined eyes narrowed, "I'm wearing this to show that I'm in mourning, asshole. And what's with your new appearance?" I cocked my head to try and figure out what the hell he'd done over the summer.
His arms crossed and he looked away from me rather dramatically. "I've always looked this way! The fairies finally just came and helped me to reveal my true form!" I rolled my eyes just wanting to know the truth of what really happened. "No, no, no, what really happened was…" -he now looked back at me- "I went to a camp for the entire summer that helps with this sort of things and it actually worked! They let me eat all I wanted too! I still came out looking hotter than before I went it!" He gestured to himself as he seemed pretty thrilled with the process.
I gave a shrug and slight nod, "good for you dude." He shot me thumbs up before I turned my attention back to the front of the classroom.
Class was beginning…
After the never-ending drabble of our teacher, the announcements sounded. "Attention students, welcome back to school. Today is August 8th and the weather is looking beautiful~ outside. For lunch, today we'll be serving you with the choices of a deli sandwich or chicken fajita salad with the side choice of Doritos and carrots or chili and Frito scoops. You desert choices will be two graham cracker cookies or a yogurt cup – mix berry, strawberry, or vanilla as flavor options. August 20th, the school will be hosting a talent show. Extra activities after school will begin next week. Anyone who is interested in signing up for anything the signup sheets will be posted on the board beside the principal's office. Thank you, and enjoy your day!"
At hearing the click that they were over, our classroom became flooded with chatter. Cartman's voice ringing in my ears, "Stan, what do you think you'll do after school?" I gave a shrug in response. I'd probably end up doing nothing extra seeing as I'd already join an animal activist group outside of school. "I'm going to join the swim team." He grinned at me sweetly when I looked over at him with outright annoyance.
The bell rang and I quickly rose to get away from Cartman. There wasn't any true need to rush to my next class. I had ten minutes to get there, but I wanted to get away from him.
*Craig's Point of View*
Class was over, but for some reason, Kenny and I were walking down the hall together. He had Gothic Literature and I had accounting, but they were somehow right next to one another, therefore, we decided to walk together. My hand ran over the back of my neck seeing Henrietta with Tweek, her arms wrapped around one of his to bring herself in closer to him. Absentmindedly, I asked Kenny, "You don't think they're dating, do you?" My eyes studied the pair as they walked laughing into the classroom next to the one I was about to enter.
Kenny's eyes went wide as he stared at me, "Not that I know of. Why? Do you like Henrietta or…" I could almost see him figuring it out right away from my thoughtless question. Why did I have to be so foolish? My shoulders sunk. "You have a thing for Tweek?" He came closer and nudged me playfully. "I can talk to them this period if you're interested." He shot me a wink as though we'd been good buddies all along. I merely rolled my eyes and gave a nod to show my approval of his idea. A snicker escaped him as he turned away from me to go into the same room the pair had gone into.
Shit! I'd just trusted something to Kenny McCormick… There was no way this would end well for me. I slowly trotted into my class and took a seat silently praying the idiot wouldn't ruin any kind of chance I had.
*Kenny's Point of View*
The second I entered, I bounced on my toes over to Henrietta and Tweek. It was my duty as a good friend to question what their relationship was. Leaning over to place my elbows on their desk, I gave a wave and studied them. "Soooo… I have a question for you two."
Tweek began to twitch and one of his hands darted into his hair until Henrietta reached over to untangle his hand. "What do you want, McCormick?" She spoke in a rather hostile tone as she glared at me before returning her gaze to Tweek to soothe him. No, they aren't dating… It seems more like a mother taking care of her child if anything.
I stood up straight, hooking my thumbs on the pockets of my parka, deciding to go ahead and ask since I was here. "Are you two a couple?" My head cocked to the side as I smiled, but it wasn't as though they could see my simple gesture.
Her eyes narrowed as she scowled at me, "We're a couple…" A wicked smirk shot across her face for a second until Tweek flinched and stared at her. "We're a couple of best friends." She fell back into her seat as she crossed her arms and legs. "Don't be stupid McCormick, guys, and girls can just be friends. Nowadays it's more possible that people of the same sex can't just be friends with one another. Why did you wanna know?" She shrugged one of her shoulders as Tweek leaned into her. "Come to ask Tweek or me out?" One of her brows perked as she leaned back into her friend protectively.
I wasn't expecting Henrietta to be such a talker. It wasn't like I could come out and say it, but I had to respond to her questioning. "I just happen to know someone that likes one of you. I thought I'd nicely ask for them if you're single." I gave a shrug as I slowly began to walk away.
She reached out and grabbed my coat, "Wait a minute. Just because we aren't dating each other doesn't mean we might not be dating someone else." She snorted as she retracted her hand from my parka.
"Well, are you both single?" I turned back to them and crossed my arms.
She glanced at Tweek, "Tell us some information before we reveal such things about ourselves." I noted Tweek shivering as he seemed to sunk into her.
Placing one hand on my hip, I tried to figure out the best thing to say it. "The person is…. Ummm… Handsome…?" Honestly, I didn't know what to say and I guess I probably really wasn't going to get the information if Tweek was single. However, he did seem to be if he wasn't dating Henrietta… Nobody likes for their special person to be all over someone else like this.
I gave a shrug and decided to go with my gut. "That's all I should say, so, I think I'm going to go take a seat now." I pointed to the back of the class where Stan sat with a seat open next to him.
Henrietta smiled, "Tweek is in fact single… and I'm doing about the same." I eyes widened as I walked away. She so easily gave me what I wanted. She's nicer than I expected.
As I took a seat I looked back over at the couple to watch them for a moment. Tweek had set back upright in his seat while Henrietta calmly ran her fingers through his tangled hair. It was like they were in their own little world of friendship. "Kind of cute…" I set back in my seat with a grin.
Looking at Stan I noticed his dark attire. Nope, no, nope! Not going to question it. I quickly turned my gaze away from my friend to stare out the window. I always seemed to prefer to be where I wasn't. If I was at home I wanted to be at school, and if I was at school I always longed to be home. At least I had good news to tell Craig.
When the bell rang, Stan and I rose at the same time leaving the classroom to run into Craig. He was waiting for me and it kinda freaked me out. I noted how his gaze was actually peering behind me.
I gave a sigh, "Craig, he already left with Henrietta." I noted how Stan seemed to flinched at the mention of the goth girl. His gaze going to the tallest boy of all three of us. "I found out something for you bud." I hooked my arm around Craig's neck as we began to walk with one another. "Your crush is in fact single." Again, I noted from the corner of my eyes that Stan seemed to flinch. Craig, on the other hand, was wearing quite the blush. I couldn't help but find amusement in his embarrassment.
On our way to third period, my eyes locked on to a certain green hat as it weaved through the crowded hall. "Hey, Kyle!" Those green eyes peered at me as he stopped in his tracks. "How's it going? I haven't seen you since the end of Junior High." I slipped my arm from around Craig's neck to stuff my hands into my pants pockets while talking to the shorter male. Something about Kyle making me feeling odd… It wasn't like we weren't best friends and he had seen me do some pretty crazy shit.
A smile beamed from his face, "I got a job at the Taco Bell as a cashier. Sorry about not being around as much. I know I sure miss you guys… Expect Fatass…" His eyes narrowed as he scowled at the thought of Cartman. "I'm headed to my Chemistry class now. What about you guys?" His head cocked to the side as he began to smile once more.
My eyes widened at the sight, "Yeah… We all have English class together. I didn't know Freshmen could take chemistry. You must be smart to get to take that as a first year." One of my hands ran up over my covered neck as I tried to figure out what to say.
He giggled, "no, I'm nothing special. Tweek is in there with me. We compared schedules this morning. It was Butters idea." Tweek appeared by Kyle's side right at that moment, Henrietta nowhere in sight. "Hey, Tweek, did you get Henrietta safely to her math class?" Kyle seeming to be teasing the spaz. Something within the back of my mind snapped at the sight.
Craig stopped being so quiet at noticing Tweek's appearance. "Hello…" The two made eye contact and Tweek seemed to start twitching more. This was the most awkward I'd ever felt. What the hell was wrong with Craig? Everyone knew what was wrong with Tweek…
Kyle cut in, "We should get going. The bell is about to ring." He took Tweek by the hand and led him along to their classroom. Again, I found myself upset at seeing them hold hands.
Craig, in turn, slapped himself in the face. "I'm never going to be able to apologize for ditching him in fifth grade."
My jaw dropped, "You want to apologize to him? Dude, just say 'hey Tweek, I'm sorry for being a dick and ditching you. Can we try being friends again?' It's pretty easy if you mean it." I placed my hand on his shoulder as he stared at me.
"I just… keep getting tongue-tied whenever I'm close to him." He raised one of his hands up, "look at the palm of my hand. It's all sweaty and gross." Without thinking, I unbuttoned the flap covering my mouth to reveal it as I took Craig's wrist and licked over his palm to get rid of the sweat. Both of us stood frozen in that moment now. "Duuudee…?" A look of disgust came over his face as he stared at me. "I didn't – That's not – Why did – Just… You just licked my hand?!" Finally, one of his phrases came together as he popped me on the top of my head. "What the fuck? That's so weird… I didn't want your saliva in my sweat's place!"
Stan had stood watching the encounter began to crack up, laughing his ass off. "That was perfect." He wiped a tear from his right eye as he grinned. The bell for class rang and we all glanced at one another. "How about we go look at the signup sheets where we can make fun of the losers that have already signed up for anything?"
One of my eyebrows rose at Stan's crude idea, but I decided to go along with it for shits and giggles. Our trio trotted to the principal's office where the board hung. Papers littered the massive board, but they were organized and neatly hung up.
Stan snorted, "Cartman is signed up for swim team. I can't believe that moron is really going through with his plan of swimming… I remember how great it went for him that one time…" The three of us snickered at the thought of him swimming alone surrounded by first graders.
"We have a clairvoyance club?" I looked at them as I scanned the sheets of paper. "Oh! Cool, a Computer club." I pulled out a pencil and started to write my name down.
Craig bumped me, "dude? Really, computers?" He had his arms crossed as he glared at me.
I finished writing my name and slowly pulled back my arms as I looked at my two friends like a concerned puppy. "I… I like computers. Besides, I can't let Kevin S. have all the fun." I poked the only other name on the sheet as I got a bit sassy toward them.
They both raised up their hands defensively before Stan snorted again. "We already have four names on the talent show sheet. Butters is first, then Wendy, Jimmy, and Kyle…? The first three I saw coming, but Kyle? What's his talent?" His head fell to one side as he stared at the list.
"Don't be mean." Craig walked over and stared at the sheet of paper while humming. "We should all three do it too." He straightened up and glanced at us.
I shoved him, "What the fuck are you saying? Did you somehow get high at school?" He shot me daggers before shaking his head. "Alright, but you write your name first." Both Craig and I turned to see Stan leaning away from it after writing his name.
Stan shrugged, "I liked the idea. Although, you two have to sign up as well." He held his writing utensil out to us.
Craig smirked and went over, covering the paper as he wrote something. When he pulled away Stan and I checked out what he wrote. Craig & Kenny was written in chicken scratch across the paper. The tallest male cupped one of my cheeks when I stood back up, "We can do a loving duet." He snickered and bent over laughing until he was in tears. "I thought we could do a trio performance, but Stan wrote his name on there alone."
The three of us began laughing as we trotted back down the hall together being very late to our first day of English class.
*Kyle's Point of View*
Chemistry class was so much enjoyable. I was almost sad that the bell rang and ended it. Gathering my books, I stood up with Tweek. It was peculiar to have Henrietta approach me and ask me to look out for her best friend. It wasn't like anything immoral could happen to him. It was just a chemistry course.
Never the less, I waited on Tweek to gather his things and walk with me. We escaped the small classroom into the flooded halls. It wasn't long until I came upon a trio laughing like they were high. Stan looked like he was feeling better. I rubbed my arm, "what's so funny guys?"
They all froze and with wide eyes stared at Tweek and I. It felt like we'd intruded into some kind of weird bro gang. I'm so glad I could count on Kenny to break the uncomfortable feeling in the atmosphere.
"We saw you signed up for the talent show, Kyle. What were you thinking about doing?" I could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice. It was nice to know he was in a pleasant mood.
Although, I didn't really want to tell them about what I was planning on doing. "It'll be intriguing. That's for sure." I leaned into him and winked, "just come watch me."
Craig stepped in, "oh we'll be there doing our own thing. Kenny and I signed up together." The two grinned at each other sending a chill down my spine. The world just got ten times scarier if these two were working as a team.
A snort left Stan as he pushed himself from the wall he leaned on, "Maybe Fingerbang should make an appearance." Kenny and I exchanged a look before grinning and looking back at Stan. "I didn't mean it!" His face went scarlet as Kenny and I began to nod. "I doubt Eric would want to do it anyways."
I waved my hand making a puff noise with my lips. "As if we need Fatass to be Fingerbang."
"He isn't exactly fat anymore." Stan rubbed the back of his neck while Kenny and Craig nodded along. "He went to a fat camp over the summer and lost tons of weight. Now he's just an asshole. Just ask our entire English class how much more of a narcissist he's become." He shook his head whilst pinching the bridge of his nose.
This was horrifying news. "He's gotten worse. I didn't think that was possible… That just made my day horrible." My head lowered, but I stopped at seeing a piece of paper folded to look like an umbrella being placed in my hands. "What's this for Kenny?" Now I was just baffled.
One of his cheeks puffed out as he thought over his response. "I give Butters origami when he gets upset. And, I decided on an umbrella because I thought you might want one."
My eyes narrowed, "Why?"
He leaned into me getting a bit too close for comfort as he whispered, "It isn't just an umbrella, but a dumbrella. It's raining stupidity out there today." I cracked a grin at his joke. A giggle left my lips as I pulled back holding the piece of paper close to me while continuing to laugh.
"Thanks, Kenny, that made everything better." I shot him a smile before jumping at hearing the bell ring. "Oh shit! I'm late for math class…" Noticing that Tweek had left a while ago, my eyes went wide. That bastard! Quickly, I rushed off to my own class.
*Kenny's Point of View*
Somehow the three of us ended up staying in the hallway again for that period. We'd walked back to the sign-up sheets to write down Fingerbang to find that Bebe had signed up as well. Craig even deciding to have fun and do a solo. It made me want to die from laughter. Why didn't we hang out more when we were younger? The three of us seemed to have plenty in common.
It wasn't until fifth period that we actually went to class. World History. It looked like everyone we knew was in here together, and it was couple city! Token and Wendy sat beside one another in the front. Bebe and Clyde took some of the middle desks together. Henrietta and Tweek sat next to one another. And so forth… It was kind of ridiculous. Craig, Stan, and I took seats in the back of the classroom until I took notice of a green hat. Quickly, I rose and waved to Kyle as he looked around the room. He smiled and waltz to the back taking the open seat beside me. My heart dropped at seeing Butters come in the door next. Crap… There was a seat in front of me. My eyes narrowed, but I waved to Butters as well.
I felt like a popular guy with all my friends around. It made me happy. Of course, Eric was still my friend but he always called me poor… so I was fine without him.
Tweek turned around and smiled at us, "I saw you guys were all signed up for the talent show…" -one of his index fingers began to twirl some of his hair as he began to speak more softly- "…It gave me the confidence to sign up along with you. Gah!" He twitched and grabbed his hair. I felt Craig clench his fist at seeing Henrietta trying to get him to stop pulling his hair. One of my brows rose as I studied my friend. The guy must have it bad…
*Tweek's Point of View*
Thank goodness that class ended. I hate history.
Lunch was pleasant, but that's beside the point… It was on to my most hated class: Gym.
We exercised and jogged and it all felt so difficult to be around everyone else in tiny gym shorts! I just felt sooo self-conscious. Kenny refused to remove his jacket and that pissed off the coach, but the biggest problem was him yelling at me to stop twitching. It was all so much pressure I couldn't handle it! At least… That's what I thought until I felt like I was in heaven…
How had some many of my friends gotten such heaven-sent bodies?!
I was still a non-muscular freak, but then there was Token, Craig, Kenny, Eric, and Clyde who had all magically become beef-cakes over the summer. My cheeks became crimson at my thought. It wasn't like it wasn't true. Even Butters had more muscle than I did! It had to be from his stupid dance class… Of course, I couldn't really see Kenny's muscle. It was the fact that he was so swift and free with his workout during gym that clued me in.
As I awkwardly stood in the locker room, not doing anything, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes to see a shirtless Craig. Oh Jesus! How had he gotten a six pack?! Fuck! Aah! His face was already so handsome and he had pretty eyes, but now he also had rippling abs… My head fell forward as I slightly drooled at the sight. Shit! I'm not gay! My hand slid into my hair, "Eek!" I nearly jumped out of my skin at feeling someone take my hands from my hair how Henrietta would.
"Don't pull your hair out. You'll go bald early." A rock-hard chest was slightly pressed against my back and my heart almost couldn't handle it. "Tweek?" I turned around and my face went fully red at the sight of Craig's body.
My eyes started with his calves and worked up. His body almost looked like someone had sculpted it. He had the perfect body if I'd ever seen one. Especially in comparison to my own. My eyes landed on his gym shorts and I gulped as I realized what I was thinking…
No! No! No! No! NO!
I began to shake my head as I turned back to my locker. "I'm okay Craig, thanks." The reason I stopped talking to Craig in the first place is that I'd slowly began to find myself attracted to him! Gym classes with him were always the worst… But! I wasn't gay, therefore, it's all good.
I fanned my hands out in front of myself as I tried to silence my thoughts. Nobody around here is sexy! My eyes narrowed in thought, but I once again shook my head to finish getting changed. I had to get to my French lessons!
*Henrietta's Point of View*
I waited outside the boy's locker room for my best friend, as guy after guy walked out I finally saw his head of blond messy hair. "Tweek!" I waved my hand and ran to his side moving my arm to lock with one of his. "French class will be fun." He could only nod. His behavior seemed suspicious. Something had happened. "What… Did someone pick on you during your class?"
He jumped away from me seeming appalled. "No, never. It was just weird to be in there… Craig came and checked on me too. It was nice…"
Bingo! "Craig, huh?" My free hand planted itself on my hip as I stared off wickedly. I knew their history, and I didn't like how Craig entered and exited Tweek's life as he pleased. Even when they came out as gay, Craig was the one calling the shots in their relationship until everyone finally just let the concept go. It had made me happy when they stopped asking Tweek why he wasn't with Craig. Had to punch a few people in the face to make them leave him alone too, but hey whatever works.
When we came into the classroom, I followed Tweek's lead and took a seat beside him. "Oh! Hey." The boy looked at me with wide eyes. "I signed up for that show as well." I smiled at him when he made a surprised face. "What? I thought if you were doing, I minus will give it a shot." Crossing my legs and smoothing my skirt, I looked away from him to remove my notebook from my purse.
"You're going to sing one of your scary songs in front of everyone?!" He had almost jumped onto the left side of my lap.
I moved back enough to have some space. "No, I'll pick something appropriate. I was thinking…" –one of my fingers pressed into my bottom lip as I thought it over- "Lithium by Evanescence."
However, my eyes quickly moved to the doorway as Craig Tucker came into the classroom. Great… He's in here. I clicked my tongue with annoyance.
Whether my best friend would admit it or not, I knew the truth. Tweek Tweak liked Craig Tucker. It pissed me off because the guy didn't seem to give a shit about Tweek at all. No, I don't like-like Tweek. I'm just protective of my best friend!
I must've been scowling because Tweek wore a frightened expression. "Hen-Henrietta…? Is someone about to get beat up?" He'd moved to the opposite side of the shared desk in case I was in fact pissed to all ends.
Giggling, I gave a friendly smile and patted his head. "Nope. I was just thinking about a pest." He gave a nod but seemed curious at the same time.
My eyes darted over to Kyle Broflovski when he called out to Token Black in the doorway. Damn, that guy was so loud. Of course, he'd always been like that so who was I to judge him for not changing.
A super thin lady waltzed into the classroom with her lips pursed and brows pressed together. "Students!" Her voice was demanding and strict, but also hard to understand thanks to her thick accent. In soldier like form, she turned on her toes as the bell rang for the class to begin. "I am Madam Rouge, and I will be your French teacher." She held her hands together tightly over her stomach. "Once we begin class I will only start speaking in French. Whether your choose to follow along and listen is up to you…" Her voice softened and she stopped speaking.
Everyone began to look at the back where she was glaring. Craig had laid his head down on his desk and had one hand raised in the air where only his middle finger stood tall. I snorted, knowing he was going to get it.
The woman went to the back of the classroom and processed to grabbing his middle finger pulling it back enough to make him get up in a fit of rage. Tucker was in Madam French's face, both wearing fierce expressions. "Do not sleep in my class, nor will I be having any of that profanity." She slowly crossed her arms as she began to walk away.
Craig seemed to mellow out and took his seat sliding down into it as he glared at her back. Damn. I think I'm going to enjoy French class.
*Kenny's Point of View*
This couldn't be any more exciting! Computer Science. There weren't many people in here and I was fine with that. It made the classroom almost silent. The sound of each one of us typing away at our computers was all the sound needed. That and the teacher talking about how to use the software. It made me wonder if any of these people were in the computer club.
Glancing around the room, I didn't really see anyone I recognized expect for Nathan and there was no way I was talking to him. Not after everything Jimmy had told me about him.
I shook my head and got back to work with photoshop. All I was doing was playing around with a few pictures. It was fun to combine the body parts of people I found most appealing. It's not like they'd ever be real, but hey… It still gave me masturbation material.
Once class ended, I left the computer lab and trotted down the hall past the principal's office. As I glanced over all the papers my lips pursed as I noticed how almost all the clubs had gotten at least one person to sign-up. Good for them…
I looked at the talent show list and sighed. There was no backing out of my solo now. So many others had already signed up beneath me. Including Eric… My eyes narrowed and I gave a huff at the thought of whatever he was planning.
"Hey, Kenny." My gaze quickly moved to the person that spoke to me, Wendy Testaburger. "I saw that you signed up for the show quite a few times. I was wondering…" Her words trailed off as she seemed to go into thought. "Well, Red and I are doing a promotional show at the end of the performs. It would be nice to have a guy get up there with us." She seemed nervous to be speaking with me as she kept tugging at her hair. "You signed up so much that I thought… Maybe you'd do it. All we really want you to do is come out at the end. It's for an anti-bullying song on how to be a hero." I flinched at the use of the word 'hero'.
Being Mysterion, it did interest me to promote good behavior. Putting my left hand to my chin in thought, I stared at the ground for a moment. "I'll do it." A glee filled expression took over her features as she went to the board and wrote something in pen. I raised a brow at seeing her write sign-ups for the show were done after writing down Red, her and my names together. "When should I meet you to practice?"
She held a piece of paper out to me, "I got your number from Kyle. This is mine. I'll text you with the information." Her smile was innocent and soothed me for some reason. "See you later Kenny, have a nice rest of the day." I gave her a firm nod and watched as she ran off to join Bebe and Red down the hall.
Great… Now I was doing four things in this talent show. I didn't really want to be doing one, but I guess it would be nice to do something besides sit around my house like I'd done all summer.
I turned away from the massive board and began to leave the building until I heard someone else calling my name. My head whipped around quickly to see Kyle racing up to me with a completely red face. One of my eyebrows rose and I began to walk toward him. He wasn't slowing down so instead of us meeting halfway he ran straight into my chest. "Uff!" All air was stolen from my lungs at our collision. With his face still bearded in my chest, he peered up at me with those big emerald eyes. He began to talk, but I couldn't hear a word over my racing heartbeat.
Damn… My throat went dry at the feeling that shot through my body and my arms slowly came to hug him as he continued to press against me. I hadn't heard a damn thing. Why was Kyle making me feel so weird? He pulled his face back from my chest now and smiled up at me until he began to get closer to my face. Shit! He probably wanted a response…
My head cocked to the side as I tried to figure out what he might've said. "Thanks, Kyle." That seemed like the right thing to respond with because he perked up, whipping around his messenger bag to pull out some papers.
His eyes got bigger as he studied me while holding them out in my direction. "Math is important. I'd advise not to skip any more of your classes." Oh! Math… My cheeks reddened as I removed my arms from his waist to take the papers from his hand.
I pulled my beat-up backpack around and slid them into one of my notebooks. We continued to stand there for a moment. "I should probably go catch Butters before his mom leaves me here." I chuckled, glancing away from my friend before I turned away from him to go. Something about the feeling between us seemed off. I was curious if it was just me.
Getting outside, I saw Butters standing out the end of the sidewalk looking around. I trotted up behind him, "Hey. Your mom isn't here yet?" I frowned as he turned quickly to me with a worried face.
"Kenny, she's never late for anything… What if something happened to her?!" He tugged on my coat and pushed his face into my chest. As I heard a sob escape him I also saw a familiar vehicle pulling up.
I snorted, "she's here." He jerked back, wiping away his tears as he stared in awe. "Everything is fine. How was your first day?" I gave him a gentle smile as he whipped back around to me and gave a thumbs up. All I could manage to say in return to the gesture was a soft 'good' as we both climbed into the van. Butters exploding about his day, wanting to tell his mom every small detail.
Honestly, I was just happy I live through the entire day not that I died must now anyways.
I've already begun working on the second chapter. Let me know if I should post it or not.
Thanks for reading! :)