Hey! First chapter of my first South Park fanfiction, like, ever. I'm not entirely sure where I'm taking this story along, but ofcourse I'll do my very best for any possible readers this story may attract. Aaaand just to add, the title credit of this chapter goes to one of my closest friends. Much hugs to him.
Disclaimer: Blabla, you've heard it all before, South Park - ofcourse - belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
The streets of South Park were filling up with rain as it kept pouring down from the skies. In that rain ran a boy, a blonde boy. Soaked from top to bottom, running as if his life depended on it. His breathing was irregular and his heart was racing, but the boy refused to pause.
At least, until he reached a familiar house. He ran up to the door and shakily rang the doorbell, hoping someone would open, even at this hour. A light went on in an upstairs room while the boy still stood outside, shaking in the cold, far from properly dressed for the snowy South Park weather. The blonde boy jumped a few inches back, startled, as the door slowly opened.
In the doorway stood a heavyset boy, in his pyjamas, looking rather sleepy. Leaning against the doorpost, he rubbed his eyes and stared at the blonde boy on his doorstep.
"Tweek? What the fuck are you doing here?" said Eric Cartman, followed by a yawn.
Tweek didn't reply, he merely stood there shivering and looking around as if afraid that something might jump out of nowhere and attack him if he didn't look. Cartman yawned again and raised an eyebrow, then repeated his question on a slightly more irritated tone.
"Tweek, what the fuck are you doing here, you coffee-crazed asshole!"
Tweek twitched and spoke at a quick pace, "C-can I please come in? Please?"
He attempted to give a pleading look, but more or less failed due to his jittery manner. Cartman sighed and mumbled "fine, come in. If you catch your death out here I'll be blamed for it anyway."
Tweek gave him a twitchy smile as a 'thanks', which resulted to Cartman rolling his eyes.
Cartman made a 'come in'-gesture with his arms. "Are you gonna come in or do you want to be the first human snowman?"
"N-no! I don't! Could that really happen?! Ergh!" Tweek mumbled, more to himself than to Cartman as he stepped into the house. He fumbled with the end of his left sleeve as Cartman shut the door, after which he walked straight past Tweek into the living room. Tweek twitches and followed Cartman out of the hall. When he entered the room he saw that Cartman had already made himself comfortable on his couch, staring at Tweek with a somewhat questioning look. Tweek felt uncomfortable by this and twitchingly asked "Agh! Why are you looking at me like that, dude?!"
Cartman cleared his throat and started speaking in his infamous 'business-man'-like tone.
"Well, Tweek, I would like to know what the fuck you're doing in my house at three in the goddamn morning. Because, quite frankly, you should consider yourself lucky I even opened the door for you."
Tweek sat down on the other end of the couch but jumped up again before he barely touched the cushion. "Is it okay if I s-sit here?" he asked nervously.
"Yes, Tweek, sit down."
Tweek did as said and began speaking, his words interrupted by twitching every so often. "W-well… I was walking outside and-"
Cartman cut him off. "Why the hell were you even outside, shouldn't you sleep, you fudgin' fruitcake?"
"Erm," Tweek began, "I don't really sleep… I told you that years ago…"
"Well sorry for not remembering every little detail of- oh goddamnit, is that what this is all about?! Did you get me out of bed for some fucking gnomes?!"
Without warning, Liane Cartman appeared in the doorway leading from the hall, wearing only lingerie and a see-through robe. "Poopseekins, is everything alright? I heard you raise your voice - oh! Who's this? Is one of your little friends spending the night?"
"I'm fine mehm, this is Tweek. Now go back to bed, mehm!"
"Alright, sweetums. If you need mommy you know where to find me."
"Yes mehm, now go to bed!" Cartman said, saying the word 'mehm' in a whiney tone. Once she left the room and went back upstairs, Cartman focused his attention back on Tweek, who seemed to be near a nervous breakdown.
"I-I'm sorry Cartman… I was scared… and your house was nearest and argh! Don't be mad!" Tweek tugged at a strand of his hair, accidentally pulling some out in the process.
Cartman rolled his eyes and got up from the couch. "Wait here, Tweek."
He walked up the stairs, leaving Tweek alone in the fairly dark room.
Hardly three minutes later Cartman returned holding a bundle of cloth under his arm and tossed it at Tweek.
"Put that on and get your ass upstairs. First room to your right." And with that, Cartman returned upstairs.
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A minute or so later, Tweek appeared in Cartman's room wearing a t-shirt obviously too big for him and sweatpants that refused to properly remained in place, but they would have to make do because Tweek's own clothes were still soaked from the rain.
Cartman, sitting on his bed, tossed a pillow in Tweek's direction, not caring if he caught it or not. "There's a blanket in that closet. Goodnight."
Cartman climbed on his bed and crawled under the covers, facing the wall.
"But C-Cartman, I don't sleep…"
"GO TO SLEEP, GODDAMNIT!"
"Argh! O-okay! Sorry!"
Tweek quickly got the blanket Cartman mentioned, and shoved some of Cartman's belongings aside carefully. He placed the pillow on the floor, laid down and attempted to calm down and fall asleep.
He ended up staring at Cartman's ceiling all night.
Howdy, Anaya again. Hoping you remotely liked this first chapter. ANY reviews at all will be immensely appreciated and will motivate me to write more. Regardless of reviews or not I'll keep writing, but if nobody at all shows interest in this story I see no point to keep posting it further.
Suggestions, flames, one-word reviews are all okay by me. :) Also, I had a little question, I've been lurking around for a while now and stumbled upon the word "Style", what does that mean? Is it some type of writing? Anywho, please let me know and I hope you enjoyed this (rather short, sorry for that,) first chapter of Coffee and Cheesy Poofs!