I groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of my head. I couldn't believe I had been tossed in the crowd like that- THANK YOU KENNY- but they had actually carried me all the way to the back. I hurt like hell, and I didn't want to get up.

The concert hadn't been all that bad. My singing didn't totally suck, at least, and our lack of a fifth singer/dancer wasn't all that noticeable. I couldn't believe that Wendy had quit on us like that. I hated that stupid bitch for flipping out like that, and especially for leaving us without a fifth member.

"It's all Kenny's fault..." I moaned. I was going to hurt tomorrow. That bastard, he would pay. He would PAY for that. For a few moments, I didn't move. I just lay there and stared at the flashing lights until a foot squarely landed in my face.

"WHAT THE HELL!" I screamed, shoving it off and grabbing my nose. Panicking when I felt something warm and wet, I heaved myself up and grabbed the person's shirt. "WHAT'S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?! THAT WAS MY FACE YOU JERK!!!"

The guy was a few inches taller than me with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Instead of the rave club's usual male attire- tight shirts, short pants- his kitten T-shirt and green slacks looked out of place. He was probably a nerd trying to be cool. But something about him looked familiar. I tried to place his face- I knew him from somewhere- before giving up and glaring holes in his forehead.

He flung his hands in front of his face, covering it as if my eyes could blast holes in his forehead. God, I wish they could. When he peeked out through his fingers and saw the blood, his face visibly paled. Given that we were in a dimly-lit club with the occasional blast of green rave lights, he must have gone really pale. A little late, he started apologizing like mad. "I-I'm sorry! Oh, hamburgers! I d-didn't mean to!! Oh jeez, oh jeez! Are you alright?!"

"DO I LOOK ALRIGHT, ASSHOLE?!" I screamed, grabbing his collar with my free hand. "MY NOSE IS FUCKING BROKEN!" To my everlasting surprise, he did the one thing I hadn't expected.

He burst into tears.

I immediately felt kind of bad, letting his lame-ass shirt go. Of course, that could have been the blood that I was trying to stop from getting all over my new shirt. It had a picture of the flag of Canada and the words "It's not a real country!," underneath. Ike hated that shirt. But that wasn't the point here! I needed to calm down and chill before I killed this guy. So I did the responsible thing.

I stormed away. I was unhappy with myself... and that idiot. I felt kind of responsible, since I had been lying on the floor...

No! It was not my fault! That idiot was the one who stepped on my face in the fucking first place. It was all his fault. Actually, it was kind of Kenny's fault, but since I knew and liked Kenny and didn't know or like KittenGuy, it would be that jerk's fault. That was how I would remember it.

As I left, I prayed to God I would never have to see that dude ever again. I would flip out and break HIS nose.

Even if he was kind of cute.

---AvinxMile---

A/N: KittenGuy is Butters, of course.

I wrote this when I had first watched that Fingerbang episode… And I thought, "What if the five of them hit it big?" But I made Wendy quit. Because I like BitchyKyle. Tee hee.