Title: Trapped Between Right and Kenny

Author: Darkmoonphase (uh…duh)

Rating: Everything I write is Teen, dip-shits! (And for just that reason…)

Summary: I blame the underwear gnomes for everything but the kiss from Craig. Creek/Style/Kendy/Clybe "PIP, PIP AND AWAY!"

Pairings: Creek, Style, maybe some hints to Chrisien (Christophe and Damien, for you people who haven't looked at my profile lately) if you look close enough, Clybe (Clyde and Bebe), and Wenny/Kendy (However you want to say it, it's still Wendy and Kenny).

Disclaimers: Uh…Do I look like I wrote South Park©? Nope. South Park© and characters thereof belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.

I am doing double parts in each chapter (you'll understand soon enough) because I managed to make them so damn short. So, bear with me if one or two chapters seem longer than the rest. It just depends on how long each part is. And this takes place in high school because I'm a bitch like that. (No, by the ending, I think you'll get why.)

FYI:

Thoughts and emphasis

Not really happening

Author's notes

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PT1

My name's Tweek Tweak. And this is my totally awesome story! Wait…I should to a character list thing…So here:

Tweek: Me! I'm a boring coffee addict who's been diagnosed with ADD. I'm not so sure I have that, but I trust my parents – they give me my coffee, damn it!

Craig: My best friend. I have an itsy bitsy crush on him (okay, it's huge) but I'm so preoccupied with other stuff (like those damn underwear gnomes!) that no one knows yet! Yeah, I'm amazing.

Token: Annoying as hell, man. He's always ogling over Craig. It's gross! Do you see me doing that? Nope. I'm so much better than him.

Clyde: He's always got a Playboy magazine with him. God, sometimes I think he's worse than Kenny! He'll so end up with Bebe…eventually…

Bebe: Wendy's best friend. I've heard that she's slept with all the straight guys and all the lesbians and all the bisexuals in the school. But that rumor could very well be the work of either Kenny or Wendy…

Wendy: Bebe's best friend and Stan's girlfriend. She loves a good rumor that she can spread. She's a member of the drama club and is always the star of the school plays. It's ridiculous! She can be nice when she wants to, but I haven't found a thespian that's truly kind through and through.

Stan: Wendy's boyfriend and Kyle's best friend. He's super-duper smart – the envy of everyone in the school. He's always calm, collected…and a bit arrogant. Sometimes, if Cartman annoys him enough, he'll have a decent reaction. Most of the time though, it's like he's numb. I call him "The Robot."

Kyle: Stan's best friend and currently single. He says he's bisexual, but no one believes him because he hasn't dated a girl since fourth grade – he gave it a go with Wendy but totally botched his chances. He has confided in me that he likes Stan as "more than a friend". Too bad Stan's busy with Wendy.

Kenny: Everyone calls him the Master of Rumor and Lies. The title fits him well. He makes al the rumors and gets Wendy to help him spread said rumors. He makes small things big. That's his gift. And like Clyde, he's all about the Playboy.

Cartman: He's the Swear God. He has a curse for every occasion and then some. He's currently competing with Craig for the title of school Badass. Craig's too mild to win, but they're both stubborn enough to prolong it for another year or so. He says he hates all living things but always makes an exception for his mom and cats.

Butters: He's not an outcast because everyone knows who he is and is nice to him on some level but he's not in any one group either. He gets flustered easily – especially around Cartman (who he calls "Eric"!). He's polite and gullible. He's always doing stuff for anyone who asks. He's so used…

I think I covered everyone important. We all go into different groups – Craig, Token, Clyde, and I in one; Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman in another; Wendy and Bebe with their little posse; and Butters in his own made-up group. Sometimes, all of us guys will hang out together at lunch, but all the girls stay at their own table across the room (with the exception of Wendy when she's in need of Stan's attention).

My story starts on a Monday and ends on a Friday. It starts on a Monday afternoon, actually. It starts when the bell rings, ending the school day.

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I can't believe I'm going to do this, I can't believe I'm going to do it… I think over and over as I walk at a brisk pace down the halls toward the auditorium. I'm so scared; I can't believe myself. But butterflies are fluttering around in my stomach and I feel like I might pass out soon. The only reason why I'm in such a hurry is because I didn't see Kenny leave. That's so bad for me.

I glance around twice before I slip into the auditorium. There are a few kids scattered around in the seats while the director-person watches a girl dance ballet while singing opera. She'd be better off in a talent show. I've never seen anyone do that before.

I hesitantly walk down the isle and pick a seat near the front row. The director-person finally cuts her off and she storms away dramatically. Wendy waltzes up onto the stage next. She introduces herself and what song she's going to sing from which musical. Then she launches into the song and act. She's amazing. No wonder she always gets the main roll! She's only up there for about three minutes, but she leaves the director-person breathless. I want to run. I stand no chance against her. I'll be lucky if I get a really tiny, minor roll!

I'm up next. The butterflies are hitting the inside of my stomach, trying to whap a hole so they can escape. God, I hope I don't puke. Wendy snickers and stares at the trap she's set. I don't know why I'm doing this. I'm totally setting myself up. I take a deep breath and start singing. If it wasn't for my constant twitching, I'm sure the director-person would have been just as impressed as he had been with Wendy. He tells me I have a good chance. I grin and walk off stage. I'm heading back to my seat when I see orange out of the corner of my eye.

I look up and see Kenny standing in a doorway at the far end of the auditorium, staring straight at me with wide eyes. Oh fuck. I really am going to be sick now.

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PT2

I'm not sure what I'm feeling today – besides my usual paranoia which was a bit stronger. Weird social classes are talking to me. The drama kids were overenthusiastic about saying "hi" to me. The choir kids put a lot of effort into stopping to talk to me in the halls between third and fourth. The dancers stopped me after fifth period to congratulate me on earning a roll in the play. Hell, the musical kids are putting a ton of exertion into talking to me now. I just want to go talk with my friends, have a cup of coffee and maybe even eat something.

But nope; I can't do that. People in social classes I've never talked to want to hold a conversation with me! It's freaking me out! This is WAY to much pressure!

I can't take it anymore. I spread my wings, grinning at their amazed expressions. I feel so inferior as I lift off and punch a hole in the ceiling so I can fly out. Outside, the wind rushes past me. I spread my arms and spiral up, higher into the sky. I feel so free!

I turn on my heel and make a run for the lunchroom. Oh yeah, and crap; I forgot my algebra book in my locker. I wonder what my teacher's going to say when I show up without my text book. I sigh and hurry to get my lunch and some coffee. When I have that, I sit down with my friends.

"Are you really in the musical?" Clyde asks me while he prods his food, looking semi-enthusiastic. I'm kind of amazed that he doesn't have a Playboy magazine in his hands. I bet the principal confiscated his last one and he's sneaking them during classes…

I want to say no. I stare at my food, the butterflies attacking my stomach again. I scrunch up my nose and push my tray away. "Yeah," I finally answer glumly. I'd seen the cast list this morning. I'm a minor character – a lost boy – but it doesn't seem so minor when everyone in the school treats you like you've just been cast as Peter Pan! I feel kind of ashamed. I've been building up the courage to try out for a play since seventh grade. I finally do it – and get a roll – and I'm completely wishing I hadn't.

"Oh my God!" Clyde screams, dropping his fork and grinning like a madman. "I can't believe it!" Token looks both shocked and amused – an expression I'm sure only he can pull off successfully. And like the Wicked Witch of the West from the "Wizard of Oz", I melt. It's kind of fun so I'm not quite sure why she was so upset about it. The best part about pelting is that I don't have to be in their conversation anymore. Kyle and his group walk over to see what Clyde's flipping about. I sink lower. I want to vanish. What's so spectacular about me being in the musical?

"Do you get a solo? I want to hear you sing…" Craig says from next to me. Oh yeah, that's what's so spectacular about this – they've never heard me sing before. That'll be reason enough for all of them to buy a ticket and come to watch.

I shake my head, frightened by the thought of all my friends watching me sashay and leap across the stage while singing. "No, I don't think I get any solos." Thank God. "I'm just a lost boy," I tell my friend with a slightly shaky voice. Cartman snickers. Then I notice that Kenny's not with his friends. I glance behind me to see that Wendy's missing too. Maybe it's a coincidence? Still, it gives me an excuse to leave. I jump up, babbling some lame excuse and run toward my locker.

"Just ease up, okay?" Wendy asks Kenny. I peek around the corner to see them inches apart. Kenny's looking down at Wendy who's looking up at him. He's got such passion in his eyes…

I stifle a gasp as they kiss. I throw myself back against the wall as my heart pounds a million miles an hour. Fuck-shit! Now I have a big secret on my chest that I really don't want. Wendy's cheating on Stan!

"Okay…I'll let up some," Kenny says, his voice soft and silky. I keep my breathing quiet though it's really uneven. This is the last thing I want to have hanging over my head! How the hell am I supposed to tell Stan that his girlfriend's cheating on him with one of his best friends?

Simple answer: I don't.

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