Mister Lonely
Introduction
A/N: I'm gonna come clean about this. So, this is my first fanfic... Okay, it's my first story. Ever. So it's bound to, um, I dunno, SUCK? But bear with me, and I'll try to improve my writing skills, if I have any. So, um, yeah. I'd love some support, so review, maybe? Oh, and by the way, sorry about the cheesy title. I literally had ZERO good ideas.
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It was dance night for South Park High. To any other person it was any old dance, but not for me. I changed that night. I couldn't tell what was going on or what I was feeling, but it was something big. Something strange. That night triggered what you may call a revelation.
I wasn't dancing. I never danced. I stood among the crowd of teenagers, the room seeming to pulse to the racing beat of the song. I looked around to see what others were doing.
My best friend, Clyde Donovan, was dancing rather wildly with a girl, who I'm pretty sure was Bebe Stevens. I noticed that Eric Cartman had cleared a spot on the dance floor and was making a failed attempt at break dancing, much to the amusement of those watching. Stan Marsh was off in an obscure corner, a bored look on his features as he listened to his girlfriend, Wendy Testaburger, raging about some argument she had with Cartman the other day. Kyle Broflovski was with a drunk Kenny McCormick, seeing to it that the boy in the orange hoodie wasn't getting into trouble. My other friend, Token Black, was leaning against the wall, tapping his foot to the beat as he chatted idly with a jittery Tweek Tweak.
I was getting slightly annoyed by the constant bumping and shoving, and the noise of the blaring music was giving me a headache. I took one look at the dizzying array of flashing colored lights on the ceiling and headed out.
I walked out of the recreation room at South Park's youth center to the fenced-off area outside. As I walked out, the cold night air hit me in a cool, refreshing gust. I pulled my hat down to cover as much of my head as possible and hunched my shoulders, jamming my hands in my pockets. I strode out to a quiet section of the area, tilting my head upwards to stare at the sky. One of the few nice things about living in a small, forgotten town in Colorado was the beautiful nighttime sky. I took a deep breath as the cold evening air filled my nostrils. It was peaceful out here. That's how I liked it.
It was then when it happened. It just... Sort of came at me out of the blue. My heart suddenly sank spontaneously into my stomach. I felt strange, strangled by a feeling that I had never experienced before. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was scary, and it was overwhelming me. My eyes were beginning to sting as I kept them glued to the stars, and my vision was beginning to blur as my eyes glazed over.
"Craig."
I snapped out of my absentminded state and looked over to whomever was addressing me, to see a mess of brown hair all swept to one side, relaxed, dark eyes looking into mine.
"Oh, hey Clyde. What's up? I thought you were freaking Bebe," I said sardonically in my usually nasally tone. This earned me an unamused glare from Clyde.
"I saw you walk out, and- wait, dude. Are you crying?"
Fuck. Noticed.
"No," I objected sternly. I wasn't crying. I never cried. Craig Tucker doesn't cry. Ever.
Clyde gave me a suspicious look, raising an eyebrow. "Dude-"
"I'm FINE, Clyde."
The brunette clamped his mouth shut, giving me a concerned look.
I noticed Bebe skip up to where Clyde and I were standing. She had a sickeningly seductive smile playing on her brightly lipsticked lips. Her lively blue eyes were framed by her wild blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. She reached out and grasped Clyde's hand with her perfectly manicured one.
"Clyyyde," she purred, "won't you come dance some more?"
Clyde put on a handsome smile. "In a bit, baby. I'm talking to Craig."
I could tell he was itching to leave with the blonde, but I supposed that this was his way of being polite.
"Oh," Bebe said disappointedly. She gave me a reproachful look, lips pursed. I flipped her the bird.
Bebe disliked me, I could tell. She thought I was a negative influence on others.
"No," I said quickly. "We're done talking. He's all yours."
Clyde sighed, finally understanding I wanted to be left alone. He grasped Bebe's hand and led her back inside. I walked over to one of the wooden benches provided outdoors and sat, staring down at my feet.
A slow song had begun playing. Hey, Soul Sister by Train. I could hear it even though I was outside.
Your lipstick stains, on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
"Hey, Craig."
I looked up at Red, her vibrant cherry-red hair pushed back behind her shoulders. She looked down at me from where she stood with piercing green eyes, a hand placed on her hip, mouth working away at a piece of gum.
"What do you want?"
"I dunno, you looked lonely."
Hey, Soul Sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know
"Lonely?"
Hey, Soul Sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight.
The word hit me like a train. Was that it? This peculiar feeling weighing down my heart was loneliness? I stared up at Red mutely. It all made sense now.
Red fidgeted awkwardly under my blank stare. "So, uh, you wanna dance?" She asked shyly, her cheeks becoming a tinge of pink.
I jolted out of my reverie, returning to my normal, expressionless self. "Naw, I don't dance."
Red huffed in disappointment, rejected.
"Fine." She turned on her heel and began to stride off at a quick pace.
"Hey, Red?"
She turned to look at me, eyes gleaming hopefully.
I hesitated. "Thanks."
I knew she didn't know what I was talking about, but I still felt the need to thank her. She gave me a puzzled look.
"Whatever," she pouted.
She turned to leave, and I flipped her off, smiling.
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Yeah, I know. Hey, Soul Sister was stuck in my head, and I just HAD to throw it in there. Sorry! It kind of inspired me to keep writing. .
This introduction was just written on a whim. I thought it up at a dance I went to the other day. I was feeling lonely because my boyfriend never showed up. Future chapters will be better! (Hopefully)
Um, yeah. I had no idea what to write about, so I decided to make Craig realize that he wasn't okay with life as is. He's lonely! Poor thing. *Tear*
Hopefully he'll find a companion to complete his life.
That'll probably be where the Creek comes in.
So, I'm feeling really stupid right now, and, um, yeah. Review, please?
I'll only feel motivated enough to write more if people like it, so please tell me what you think.
Love you all!
-Naie
