About the title i sux at those & i have a hard
time thinking of ch titles too, but i try. i was basically eating ramen noodles
when i got the idea for this story (lol) & later worked it in somehow.
i can't help it i'm a romantic, so let me know if this story
gets too mushy. The story starts off kinda slow, hopefully u'll get into
it. i had to painfully change it from script chat form, i think i did a good
job. For some reason i like to randomly throw some songs in here & there.
Also even though it's suppost to be a deep story there r some pathetic excuses
for jokes. i did my best to be true to character's personalities. My fankid
is Erin, she'll show up later. i'm gonna try to update a new chapter about
once a week. R&R, any advice/tips/suggestions would be much appreciated.
Enjoy:) DISCLAIMER-TREY PARKER & MATT STONE & COMEDY CENTRAL OWN SOUTH
PARK, PLEASE DON'T SUE!
Kenny slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight poured in through the blinds of his bedroom window. He didn't want to get up. What he would like anything more in the world is to be put in a permeant coma. This is hard for anyone to understand. He just wanted to escape reality so bad. If he could, he'd live in his dreams. To be away from a crazy messed up world that doesn't make sense. He didn't want to get up, but he did. Had to make the best of the situation. Had to get up & get through another tiresome day. It was painful, but had to be done. It had to be dealt with. He hated having to deal. He forced himself up & walked over to the bathroom. He took a couple of minutes staring at the blonde hair boy who stared back. "Why do we even have a mirror?", he asked aloud. He didn't like the blonde boy who stared back. He hated him. The little McCormick brushed his teeth & washed his face. He didn't bother with his hair. No one would see it anyway. Then he walked over to his closet & put on the usual orange hoodie. That's what his mother bought cause they were always on sale at Walmart. He walked outside & started off to school. It was pointless to see if any breakfast had been made. It was always pointless to look for a decent meal in the McCormick house, besides dinner. Tonight on the menu, canned soup. A nice change from last weeks frozen waffles. There was no one to say goodbye too. No one to tell him, "Have a nice day sweetie." Both his parents had to work everyday during the day & sometimes at night to make every penny. As he stepped outside, he turned on his old scratched up walkman & tuned out the world around him.
(song playing Clarissa by Mindless Self Indulgence)
Every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love. I'm telling you every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love.
CHORUS:
Every little thing you do - rock mine
Every little thing you do - fucking ho
I'm a teenage bitch - I'm a teenage bitch - I'm a teenage bitch -
I'm a teenage bitch
If you're so smart, explain this Clarissa - pow!
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa
Every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love. I'm telling you every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love.
(CHORUS)
You're so smart
You're so smart
You're so smart
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Come hold me Ferguson - come on and ride me now
Come hold me Ferguson - Well I said I got nothing
Come hold me Ferguson - Come hold me Ferguson - Come hold me Ferguson
Come on come on come on ride it ride it, pow!
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa
Ooooooooooooo
As he neared the bus stop a few minutes later, he put the walkman away. And now he had to face his friends. Don't get him wrong, he liked his friends. It's just sometimes they can be real assholes. He didn't want them to know he was always depressed so he put on his fake smile & got ready to make perverted jokes. He liked to make his friends laugh. It made him feel like there was a reason they needed him. He always had the same question in the back of his mind... "If I disappeared would they even care?" He tried not to answer it. He pushed it out of his head, although it would return later. Stan & Kyle had each other. They were best friends. "Who wants to be best friends with the poor kid who has nothing to offer?" And Cartman... well was just Cartman. Stan, Kyle & Cartman were already there talking. Sometimes Kenny would stand a bit far back & watch them. Watch them talking. Wondering, if this is what it is like when he's not around. Waiting to see if someone asks "Where is Kenny?", but it never happens. So he just walks up to them. Cause where else does he belong?
Kenny gave his best, "Hi ya guys!". Although it was muffled from his hood the guys understood perfectly. Stan responded first, "Hey Kenny. Heard about your break up with that girl Clarissa." Kyle chimed in, "Yea, sorry about that man." Cartman threw in, "You guys know Kenny will have a new chick by tomorrow; he's a dog." Everyone laughed. Kenny played it off, "Yea, it's no biggy. Clarissa was a fine piece of ass, but was getting annoying to be around."
Later during lunch...
Stan watched Cartman eat, "Geeze Cartman maybe you better slow down. You look like your gonna choke."
Cartman wiped some chocolate from his face, "Uh, but you guys, it's really good cake. Would you like a taste?"
Kyle's eyes widen & he reached out his hand, "Sure, thanks."
Cartman smirked, "Too bad I'm gonna eat it all then!"
"You mean fat ass! I don't care for your cake! You can take your cake & shove it up your-", Kyle was cut off by Stan, "Shutup you guys!" as Wendy & Bebe approached.
Wendy fluttered her lashes, "Hi Stan." Stan threw up all over the floor.
Wendy looked away, "Ewe."
Bebe began to share her news, "You guys are invited to my party tomorrow night. It should be real good cause it's unsupervised."
Kyle spit out his milk, "Unsupervised?!"
Bebe smiled, "That's what I said! My parents are leaving on a business trip & leaving me with my deaf grandma."
Wendy eyed Stan, "So Stan do you think you'll come?"
"Of coarse- I mean, yea I'll probably be there.", Stan sputtered.
Wendy blushed, "K then, talk to you later."
Once the two girls walked off Cartman hit Stan over the head, "Stan wipe that stupid grin off your face!"
Kenny couldn't help but laugh, "Dude you are so whipped."
"Kenny how do you stay so cool?", Stan asked.
Kenny was flattered by this, but seriously had no real answer, "Uh, I dunno. Practice?" Everyone laughed.
"Why don't you give Stan some pointers at the party?", Kyle suggested to Kenny.
Kenny seriously doubted he could help but never the less answered, "Sure I guess."
Cartman was getting pissed about being left out of the conversation, "Uh, you guys who cares about stupid girls anyway? You're all a bunch of cock sucking, ass licking uncle fuckers!"
Stan snapped back, "Just because you can't find a girl to like your fat ass doesn't mean you have to diss the rest of us! You're just jealous!"
Cartman was clearly pissed off, "Not true! Uh, screw you guys! I'm going home!"
Kyle sighed, "Cartman school isn't over."
"Well, if I could leave, I'd right now!", Cartman pointed out.
Kyle started to think of the party again, "I don't think my mom will let me go to this party."
Stan had a simple solution, "Don't worry, tell her your sleeping over my house."
"O, ok. Good idea.", Kyle said with a sigh of relief.
Kenny slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight poured in through the blinds of his bedroom window. He didn't want to get up. What he would like anything more in the world is to be put in a permeant coma. This is hard for anyone to understand. He just wanted to escape reality so bad. If he could, he'd live in his dreams. To be away from a crazy messed up world that doesn't make sense. He didn't want to get up, but he did. Had to make the best of the situation. Had to get up & get through another tiresome day. It was painful, but had to be done. It had to be dealt with. He hated having to deal. He forced himself up & walked over to the bathroom. He took a couple of minutes staring at the blonde hair boy who stared back. "Why do we even have a mirror?", he asked aloud. He didn't like the blonde boy who stared back. He hated him. The little McCormick brushed his teeth & washed his face. He didn't bother with his hair. No one would see it anyway. Then he walked over to his closet & put on the usual orange hoodie. That's what his mother bought cause they were always on sale at Walmart. He walked outside & started off to school. It was pointless to see if any breakfast had been made. It was always pointless to look for a decent meal in the McCormick house, besides dinner. Tonight on the menu, canned soup. A nice change from last weeks frozen waffles. There was no one to say goodbye too. No one to tell him, "Have a nice day sweetie." Both his parents had to work everyday during the day & sometimes at night to make every penny. As he stepped outside, he turned on his old scratched up walkman & tuned out the world around him.
(song playing Clarissa by Mindless Self Indulgence)
Every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love. I'm telling you every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love.
CHORUS:
Every little thing you do - rock mine
Every little thing you do - fucking ho
I'm a teenage bitch - I'm a teenage bitch - I'm a teenage bitch -
I'm a teenage bitch
If you're so smart, explain this Clarissa - pow!
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa
Every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love. I'm telling you every single one of you goddamn bitches ain't never gunna know love.
(CHORUS)
You're so smart
You're so smart
You're so smart
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Come hold me Ferguson - come on and ride me now
Come hold me Ferguson - Well I said I got nothing
Come hold me Ferguson - Come hold me Ferguson - Come hold me Ferguson
Come on come on come on ride it ride it, pow!
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa
Explain this Clarissa, Clarissa
Ooooooooooooo
As he neared the bus stop a few minutes later, he put the walkman away. And now he had to face his friends. Don't get him wrong, he liked his friends. It's just sometimes they can be real assholes. He didn't want them to know he was always depressed so he put on his fake smile & got ready to make perverted jokes. He liked to make his friends laugh. It made him feel like there was a reason they needed him. He always had the same question in the back of his mind... "If I disappeared would they even care?" He tried not to answer it. He pushed it out of his head, although it would return later. Stan & Kyle had each other. They were best friends. "Who wants to be best friends with the poor kid who has nothing to offer?" And Cartman... well was just Cartman. Stan, Kyle & Cartman were already there talking. Sometimes Kenny would stand a bit far back & watch them. Watch them talking. Wondering, if this is what it is like when he's not around. Waiting to see if someone asks "Where is Kenny?", but it never happens. So he just walks up to them. Cause where else does he belong?
Kenny gave his best, "Hi ya guys!". Although it was muffled from his hood the guys understood perfectly. Stan responded first, "Hey Kenny. Heard about your break up with that girl Clarissa." Kyle chimed in, "Yea, sorry about that man." Cartman threw in, "You guys know Kenny will have a new chick by tomorrow; he's a dog." Everyone laughed. Kenny played it off, "Yea, it's no biggy. Clarissa was a fine piece of ass, but was getting annoying to be around."
Later during lunch...
Stan watched Cartman eat, "Geeze Cartman maybe you better slow down. You look like your gonna choke."
Cartman wiped some chocolate from his face, "Uh, but you guys, it's really good cake. Would you like a taste?"
Kyle's eyes widen & he reached out his hand, "Sure, thanks."
Cartman smirked, "Too bad I'm gonna eat it all then!"
"You mean fat ass! I don't care for your cake! You can take your cake & shove it up your-", Kyle was cut off by Stan, "Shutup you guys!" as Wendy & Bebe approached.
Wendy fluttered her lashes, "Hi Stan." Stan threw up all over the floor.
Wendy looked away, "Ewe."
Bebe began to share her news, "You guys are invited to my party tomorrow night. It should be real good cause it's unsupervised."
Kyle spit out his milk, "Unsupervised?!"
Bebe smiled, "That's what I said! My parents are leaving on a business trip & leaving me with my deaf grandma."
Wendy eyed Stan, "So Stan do you think you'll come?"
"Of coarse- I mean, yea I'll probably be there.", Stan sputtered.
Wendy blushed, "K then, talk to you later."
Once the two girls walked off Cartman hit Stan over the head, "Stan wipe that stupid grin off your face!"
Kenny couldn't help but laugh, "Dude you are so whipped."
"Kenny how do you stay so cool?", Stan asked.
Kenny was flattered by this, but seriously had no real answer, "Uh, I dunno. Practice?" Everyone laughed.
"Why don't you give Stan some pointers at the party?", Kyle suggested to Kenny.
Kenny seriously doubted he could help but never the less answered, "Sure I guess."
Cartman was getting pissed about being left out of the conversation, "Uh, you guys who cares about stupid girls anyway? You're all a bunch of cock sucking, ass licking uncle fuckers!"
Stan snapped back, "Just because you can't find a girl to like your fat ass doesn't mean you have to diss the rest of us! You're just jealous!"
Cartman was clearly pissed off, "Not true! Uh, screw you guys! I'm going home!"
Kyle sighed, "Cartman school isn't over."
"Well, if I could leave, I'd right now!", Cartman pointed out.
Kyle started to think of the party again, "I don't think my mom will let me go to this party."
Stan had a simple solution, "Don't worry, tell her your sleeping over my house."
"O, ok. Good idea.", Kyle said with a sigh of relief.