This is my first story and I have written it fairly quickly, as you may have noticed… it is fairly simple and hopefully as time goes on it will get better.

Thankyou very much for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Peeve

Chapter One

Lose Yourself

Why me? It's a good question isn't it? I think I generate a sort of… air of approachability.

My name is Tracey Mitchell, I'm sixteen and last year I single-handedly got Tweek off drugs, proved to Cartman he was gay and saved three cats and one squirrel. Not to mention the countless times I hooked Kenny up with his latest babe, the times I stop Pip getting his face smashed in and the times I helped Bebe get through her break-ups.

Sometimes I feel I don't have enough time for myself with all the demands of my life. I am currently sitting on a B grade average however and I am the president of the Red Cross group and Vice President of the Photography club. I am also captain of my Netball and Soccer teams. My teachers call me their quiet achiever.

I was born and raised in North Heights, Australia, but my family moved to South Park, Colorado, when I had turned fifteen. It was a rather bittersweet experience for me because although I left all my friends behind I also left behind my enemies. Maybe that is why I help people all the time, because I don't want anyone to be in the situation I was in back there.

When I'm not helping people or dealing with my commitments I hang around with Pip and Damian. I take care of them. No-one messed with us, because they knew me enough to know better.

But you know what, I never minded helping people really, it was never really a question of why for me, it was always a question of why not.

So anyway, the real story started one night when I was lying in bed, looking out the window and the falling snow.

The worst idea I ever came up with was the idea of leaving my phone on during the night. But, you never knew when someone was going to have a crisis, so I always had it turned on just in case. It had come in especially handy when Tweek was having withdrawals, he always found himself nearly cracking in the middle of the night, so he would call me and we would talk, and sometimes I even went over there to see him. He would usually calm down with a couple of cups of coffee and some of my homemade cookies.

I had a bit of a thing for cooking, and knew what everyone's favourites were so I kept boxes of them in my cupboard, each one marked with the name of the person who would need them. Sad, I know, but better to be safe then sorry.

This particular night, while I was lying there, I became aware of the ring tone, 'Lose Yourself', buzzing on my bedside table.

I picked up the phone and checked the caller ID. It read 'Kyle Broflovski'. I flipped the phone open.

"Hey Kyle."

"Hi Trace." he said, his voice trembling slightly.

"What's the matter?" I said sitting up, no doubt looking worried.

"Can you come over?"

"Sure, I'll be there in five minutes."

"Come in through the window, Mum, Dad and Ike are asleep." He said, then sniffed.

I knew that something really bad must have happened. Kyle never cried, ever.

I flipped the phone shut and leapt out of bed, being careful not to make too much noise in case I would wake my mum. I quickly got dressed then opened up the cupboard which contained all the cookies. I retrieved the box labelled 'Kyle' and shoved it in my back-pack. I opened the window as I put the back-pack on my back, then I climbed down the lattice work outside.

The lattice had once supported some sort of vine, however, within weeks of us moving into the house, my mother's neglect had killed it. I felt sorry for that vine, if only we had bought a house without one, then I wouldn't have felt so guilty.

I ran down the street, wishing I had thought to grab my gloves before leaving. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head to kept the snow out of my hair.

Snow had long lost it's novelty with me, I remembered loving it when I first got to Colorado I had loved the snow, having never seen it before in my life. Now it was just an inconvenience to get anywhere. And it always snowed in Colorado.

I finally arrived at the Broflovski residence and made my way round the back to where there was tree which conveniently had a large branch which sat under Kyle's window. I quickly scrambled out onto the branch and was glad to see that the window was opened. I climbed in and closed it behind me

The room was as spotless as always. The books on the shelf where in alphabetical order and so where his video games, which had been lined up underneath the TV in one corner. A few toys probably from his childhood where set up neatly on the desk next to his laptop which was running a screensaver slideshow of picture and was the only source of light in the room. There was a picture of him and Stan at the party after the Football victory last year.

Kyle was the only source of disorganisation in the room. He was lying face down on his bed, surrounded by tissues. He rolled over and sat up, the tears still streaming from his eyes. I quickly took of my back-pack and placed it next to the bed and kicked of my shoes. I sat down next to him and he moved over slightly to give me more room.

"Hey Kyle." I said trying to make eye contact. He seemed to not want to look at me, he was staring at his clenched fists. I saw that in one he had a tight grip on a piece of paper.

"'lo" he said.

I put a hand on his shoulder, "What's the matter?" I asked gently.

There was a moments silence the Kyle handed me the piece of paper. It was his report for the semester. I wasn't at all surprised with the content. A's and B's were the most abundant mark for his subject. Then I spotted it. An F that couldn't have stood out more if it had been glow in the dark and flashed in time to the national anthem. It was for Geometry and Trigonometry. I looked up at Kyle and saw that new tears were building up.

"My mum is going to kill me." He said. At that moment I felt a wave of utter pity flood into my heart and I gave Kyle a hug. He sobbed into my shoulder for a few minutes and I rubbed his back feeling really bad for him.

"It's only one F." I said trying to look on the bright side. Of course, with Sheila Broflovski it wouldn't make much difference.

"To my parents there is… nothing worse in the world… mum will have… a fit and… dad will… get that look." He said between sobs.

I found it strange to listen to Kyle cry, he was, in my head, the boy who never cried. At the same time, though, I found it strangely comforting. I glanced at the laptop and saw a picture of Pip, Damian and I have a water pistol fight at the same party. At the moment the picture was taken I had just got Damian in the face. I smiled to myself remembering that night.

Kyle wasn't crying nearly so hard anymors so I let go of him and pulled up my back-pack. I pulled out the box of cookies from inside it. I popped the lid and offered the box to Kyle. He wiped his eyes on the back of his hand, then took one. They were my favourite ones to make, the triple chocolate fudge. There was so much chocolate in there it was strange that it was still called a cookie.

I turned my attention back to the computer. I was now showing a picture of Stan, Wendy and Bebe, all pulling faces at the camera. The picture was slightly distorted because there had been water on the camera lens from the water fight.

"I remember that night." Kyle said with a smile "One of the best nights of my life."

I smiled an agreement and watched as the picture changed.

It was now a picture of Kyle, Kenny and I posing like Charlie's Angels with our water guns. Kyle chuckled.

"You shot me after they took that photo." Kyle said. I chuckled remembering the speed with which I had shot both Kyle and Kenny after the photo was taken. They of course had instantly ganged up against me afterwards, but it was worth it for the look on their faces.

"Yeah, I remember that." I said. I was strangely relieved that Kyle wasn't crying anymore and I think I smiled just because I was pleased he was smiling again.

"What do you think I should do?" Kyle asked suddenly

I looked at him, having not expected the question.

"Well, you are going to have to tell her sooner or later." I said. He nodded. "Why do you think you didn't do so well?"

I never used the word fail if I could help it. For some reason it made it seem so final. I put the box of cookies down on the bed between us.

"I don't know, I thought I knew exactly what I was doing… but obviously not. It doesn't matter now… I have failed. I don't think I have ever failed anything before."

"You still haven't failed." I said, "You have another semester to turn things around and I know you can Kyle. You know where you went wrong and you can fix it. You are the smartest person I know."

Kyle sighed and looked down at his hands again.

"Thanks." he said, "But my mum… she'll have a fit."

"Kyle," I said putting and arm around his shoulders, "In all truth, I don't think you're really worried about your grade. You are worried about your mother."

Kyle sighed again and nodded slightly, conceding the point. He grabbed another cookie.

"I don't want to tell her."

"But you are going to eventually"

"Yeah… I know… but I am going to put it off for as long as I can."

I smiled at that comment and looked at the computer screen again.

It now showed a picture of Kyle and I. I had my arms around him and was kissing his cheek, and he had his face scrunched up. That one made me giggle out loud. I had to wonder how much we had both drunk by that stage, I could still remember that though. I could see Bebe making out with a random behind us and that wasn't at all strange. Bebe, after all, was drawing with Kenny for South Park's second biggest slut. Everyone knew who South Park's biggest slut was though.

I reached for another biscuit when I had a sudden idea.

"I have an idea to help you calm down when you are talking to your mother."

"Yeah?"

"Imagine…" I paused for dramatic effect, "…Bebe naked."

Kyle looked at me dumbstruck for a moment as though he hadn't processed what I had said.

"What?"

"Just imagine Bebe naked." I said

"How is that going to help?"

"Dunno… but trust me… it will."

"Where do you hear these things?"

"It's a bit of an urban legend back home." I said

"Bebe is part of an urban legend in Australia?"

"Of course not, I didn't even know who Bebe was until I got here. The idea is if you imagine someone naked it will calm you down. It works for me."

"Australian's are crazy." Kyle said, then looked thoughtfully at me. "Do you imagine Bebe?"

"Of course not."

"Then who do you imagine?"

I raised an eyebrow at him "Wouldn't you like to know."

Kyle's eyes were suddenly alight with curiosity. "Who?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Because… I'm your friend." Kyle said

My mind paused for a second as I digested this idea. Maybe that was my air of approachability… I was everyone's friend.

"Ok then." I said and I could have sworn Kyle leaned closer "I imagine a guy."

"That's not a real answer." Kyle said leaning back against the wall.

"Well then, who would you imagine?"

Kyle looked thoughtful for a second then said "Bebe probably. It wouldn't be that hard to see the real thing."

I chucked, "That is the same reason I imagine who I imagine."

"It's Kenny isn't it?" Kyle said with a grin.

"Yeah, how did you guess?"

"Two words." he said "Man…Whore."

I laughed and picked up another cookie.

"So what do you think of my cooking?" I asked

"Well… they really do lighten the mood." he said with a grin

"Good… they have served their purpose." I said looking back at the computer screen. There was a picture of Stan and all the South Park Cows at the end of the game. A couple of the team members were sneaking up behind Stan with a bowl of Gatorade, preparing to throw it over his head for scoring the winning points. He told me later that I should pray that no-one ever does it to me because it chaffs like hell.

"There is only one cookie left." Kyle announced

"You can have it, I have more at home." I said

"We could just split it."

"No need, you're good to have it."

The picture changed to a picture of Cartman and Butters chest bumping. It was funny how Cartman's discovery of his gay side had led him to become more pleasant and lose so much weight. I was rather proud of him for that. He even treated Kyle relatively civilly now.

"you know what?" I said

"What?"

"I want us to win again this year just so we can have another party like that one."

"Me too."

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