For Call Me Blue Streak… who still believes in the true nature of non-slash of South Park. Sorry this took so long- I have a very busy schedule… BUT here it is nonetheless…
This and That
Chapter One
The PreludeI've told no one. I've even denied myself the truth. Love…what is love? I find myself asking. What is love indeed? Honestly, does Percy Bysshe Shelley really answer that question? Just words scrambled metaphorically on the page and he expects me to understand what love is!
Rebecca. Her name is Rebecca. A soft b and a sharp c. Simple and sweet and on occasion is sent the wrong message of what 'love' can be. Who can really blame her though? A shut in, a bookworm, knowing nothing of what love can mean and when finally knowing- getting all the wrong answers.
When you love someone- its really hard to think about anything else. You think about when you'll see them next, when they'll call you, if you should call them. You can often find yourself thinking- is this love? Or is this lust? Or infatuation? You can find yourself answering all your questions with negative connotations and still feel in love when you see them smile. You can forgive the stupid things they've done- even if you're still mad. You always have time for them- even if they get too busy for you. Putting up with their friends- that's entering wild territories. Whether you like it or not- their best friend becomes your friend, and their partner becomes a part of your life.
Though- Rebecca- she was different. She grew up to be poise, smart and capable of breaking any rule just to prove she could get away with it. And she did- it was amazing that she did. I had to say, though… sometimes it would turn me right on.
Love- is like a dance.
'Either I lead, or you lead' she says with poise. A man leading love is simply problematic. A man cannot lead love. It is not manly to lead love. A woman leads love in all its glory and the man just pretends he knows what she wants. There are the odd ones who do lead love but it is as rare as having a female lead in the waltz. Again, it's simply problematic and impractical.
Rebecca and I go way back. Grade school "way back" in fact. Stan told me she was the mistake of my life and Wendy was the mistake of his life. Surprise, surprise they were dating as soon as eight grade was out. They were doomed to be prom King and Queen ever since they met. Rebecca and I, well it was love at first sight- and if that doesn't mean something than love isn't what it used to be.
One day it changed… like I said before- I even denied myself the truth. Like my eight grade teachers said- high school changes everything. Unlike elementary schools- there is only one high school. Only one for all those hot girls we never met to come and be in our presence. As I was hoping- one of those hot girls happened to be Rebecca in all her beauty. Honorably reclaimed her innocence over the several years to become a sweet blonde thing in jeans and a lengthy sweatshirt. My heart was pounding as she sauntered down the hallway as if she stepped out of teen romantic comedy movie.
Even though she was preppy and back to her own sweet self I realized that maybe she's grown to know what love is: even though I do not know the answer myself. I was just a 14-year-old boy looking for an outlet for all my sexual frustration and Rebecca was it. Stan didn't like that I was obsessing over her but he didn't hear me often complain about his obsessive tendencies over Wendy. I knew that they would end up dating… Stan was charismatic and if it weren't Wendy it would be someone else. But Wendy was his Juliet and Rebecca was my Wendy. Stan didn't understand, saying Rebecca was different than Wendy. He begged me to give her up- so I gave up. I gave up on her and I gave up on love.
Short- yes…. But the chapters will be progressively longer as the time rolls on. Well, there you go folks. The beginning to a brand new story by yours truly. Please Review and I'll post the next chapters as soon as my busy schedules subside… haha! Heart u all!
Sweet Roses