Hullo, Everyone. This is a little fanfiction I am writing for a friend. Um despite the fact that it's a request, I do love these couples. In fact, I love these couples so much that my friend told me to write a story about them because she doesn't understand why haha ^^'
**This is a Kenny+Craig and Bebe+RedGoth fic, it'll be pretty equally shared between the two. SO! If you are really against one of those couples, you have been warned and you can skip those parts.
There will be six chapters and the story will be finished by Saturday.
PLEASE enjoy c:
Contrary to the usual dark morning in South Park, the sun rose just before many students set out of their houses to get picked up by their bus to school. You see, on any ordinary day, South Park would be seen endlessly turning in a cycle of winter where the sun only began to rise after second period, and sunk beneath the mountains once again at only 5:30pm. Many of the students attending SPH interested in art saw this rare array of golden orange under the clouds to be beautiful and a wonderful opportunity for a photograph. Several students studying science that semester associated the phenomena with the saying "The more pollution in the atmosphere, the more beautiful the sunrise," and were upset upon looking as a result of their teacher being a complete downer. For quite a few of the 'popular' kids, the sun rise created small discussions within the clique about how close it was to summer, the kind of vacations they would be going on, and the fact that some jumpy kid just spilled coffee all over himself and the seat of the bus he was in.
Kids like Dylan, however, gazed upon the sunrise and were inspired to simply walked slowly the entire way to his High School in favor of his usual transportation. On that morning, walking out of his small house in the quiet mountain town and seeing a rare splash of color fill the sky, he couldn't bare to get on the bus with 20 of the loudest, most annoying people in the world. He gazed up and decided that on this unusual morning no one was going to call him 'Red Goth', no one was going to pretend to cut themselves and laugh when he walked by, and no voices were to be heard until he stepped inside the large building of his high school and it was absolutely necessary. While hearing his feet crunch into the snow with every step, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. He liked the way it looked when he exhaled and the little puff of white smoked fluttered in front of the sunrise, creating an extra layer to the landscape.
Dylan walked in delicious silence for about 15 minutes until he stood on the grey stoop of South Park High. He savored his last moments in silence before stamping out his cigarette and entering through large off-red doors.
I walked up to my friends, they looked forlorn, more so than often. I looked at them questionably, but none of them spoke up to answer me. "Where's Henrietta?" They all continued to ignore me. As they began to walk away from me, I yelled.
Ethan turned around and shook his head, "She's gone, man."
"What? Gone where?" Ethan just looked at me for a while.
"Her parents sent her to an insane asylum," My eyes widened drastically, and I began to stutter. I walked to Ethan's side and we both followed Georgie away from the school.
Walking into the school after being surrounded by a peaceful silence was like being woken up at 3am by someone cutting a tree down right outside of your window with the loudest chainsaw they could find. It was unsettling, to say the least. Dylan passed by many groups of kids playing hacky sack, and swarms of girls screaming about a new pair of boots they'd bought that weekend. Even though the school was buzzing with busy energy, and was filled with students whining loudly about the arrival of Monday, Dylan didn't hate it nearly as much as he used to. He didn't see the rush in arriving to class like he did freshman year. He remembered not being able to wait for the noise level to go down even a fraction of the volume.
"So you're just… Not going to hang out with us anymore?" Ethan didn't for one second betray any kind of emotion on his face. Georgie looked at us with sorry eyes, but neither of us wanted his pity.
"I just…" I could see that he was trying not to be as sad as he was. "I want to grow up and be somebody. I want to go to class to learn, not to sleep. I want to go to college and…" He paused and threw his cigarette on the ground. "and I don't want to die before I have the chance." He mumbled something angry to himself before he got up and left. Ethan and I watched the 4th grader walk away from us.
Ethan scoffed, "Non-conformist."
I glanced at Ethan, he thought Georgie was being stupid. I looked back to where Georgie once sat beside me. I knew he wasn't being stupid.
Dylan passed by a group of boys gathered around one who was telling a joke, he passed by slow enough to hear the end and chuckled to himself quietly. He easily climbed the stairs, two at a time, until he reached the top. Grabbing the things he needed for Math out of his locker, he headed back down the flight of stairs to take the short way to class, through the gym.
"Dude, you can't leave me! I don't have anyone else!" I screamed at Ethan, who in all of my years of knowing finally showed his first expression. It looked pained.
"I can't do anything about it, mom's orders."
"But you're my best friend!" After Georgie left, I started to take more interest in school and just life in general. It wasn't so much so that Ethan thought I was ditching him, but it was enough so that I wasn't ashamed standing between him and his mom's car, screaming and being on the verge of tears in front of god and all of his witnesses.
Ethan looked at the ground, then back up to me. "How you think I feel?"
His question was stomped on by his mother's shrill voice. "Off to boarding school we go, Ethan!" It was a sickly musical tone. Despite how happy I had become in recent years, I would have liked nothing better than to jump into the car and strangle her right then and there.
There were several clubs practicing inside the gym when he entered. He bared witness to several jocks practicing basket ball, a large cluster of girls aggressively playing a game of volley ball, and what appeared to be 7 cheerleaders in a pyramid. Dylan frowned to himself when he recognized the cheerleader on top as Bebe Stevens. No matter how much he loved life now, he still hated stupid blonde bitches- and Bebe was the stupidest blondest bitch of them all.
He exited the gym through a door opposite the one he entered, landing him in the hallway reserved for required classes. He continued walking, still deep in thought until another person, seemingly unaware of their surroundings as well, bummed into him with surprising force.
"Hey!" He looked up at the taller boy he recognized as Craig Tucker and glared at him.
"Watch it!" Craig flipped him off and pushed him out of his way before continuing down the hallway with none other than Kenny McCormick.
Kenny began to laugh as he and Craig separated themselves from the smaller boy. "I can't believe you just walked into the emo-kid, Dude!"
Craig punched him in the arm jokingly before flipping him off as well. Kenny just laughed harder before realizing they'd lost their previous topic. "What were we talking about again?"
"Uuum- oh! That new MMORPG."
"Right!" Kenny made a motion with his hand in expression. "Yeah, I don't know. I want to try it but it honestly doesn't look worth any of my money."
Craig chuckled. "What money?"
"Shut up, dude! I have a job and money, there's just not very much of it."
"You have a job? Since when!" Craig looked genuinely surprised that anyone would hire a worker they never knew was even going to be alive or not. Kenny looked away and mumbled something Craig couldn't quite make out. "What?"
Kenny looked at him and started to chuckle. "I work at the morgue," there was an awkward smile on Kenny's face.
Craig couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Oh my god! Oh my god, that's not even funny!"
"Yeah, I know. Hey I gotta go, this is my class," Just before Kenny disappeared into his first period class, He turned to Craig. "Oi, you goin' to that party on Friday?"
Craig smiled and gave a thumbs up. "Hell yeah, man!" With a smile, Kenny disappeared into his class. Craig continued to walk down the hall toward his own class, spotting Butters walking hurriedly down the hallway. He waved at the frantic blonde before disappearing into the crowd of students.
Butters fidgeted with his backpack, trying to get to his class before the bell rang. Just before he flew into his class, he spotted Clyde who was currently trying to start a make-out session with his girlfriend, Bebe. "Well hey there, Clyde!"
"Oh hey, Butters!" Bebe looked thankful that Butters had taken Clyde's attention away from her face for a moment. She carried on talking to Wendy as she had originally been trying to do. "You goin' to the party on Friday, man?" Clyde grinned at Bebe at his mention of said party at the end of the week.
"I sure am!" Butters smiled at Clyde, truly happy that this time he knew what party Clyde was talking about. Suddenly Butters remembered that class was about to start, saying quick goodbyes to Clyde, Bebe, and Wendy, and promptly turning around to his class.
"See ya, Clyde," Bebe kissed her boyfriend goodbye and quickly walked off with Wendy in the direction of their Science and English classes. They made idol conversation until parting, Bebe continuing straight and Wendy turning left. Bebe quickly walked the last few feet down the hall until turning into her class at precisely the same moment that the late bell rang.
