She's going down to South Park:
Sequel
Chapter 1
Notes: I do not own South Park, blah blah blah, you get the idea.
This is the sequel to my original fanfic "She's going down to South Park" so if you haven't read the first one, then go read it. Trust me; it's good once you get into it.
So enjoy, please, please review! I love reviews annddddd I also LOVE it when people give me ideas XD. So don't be shy!
"Tweek stand still so I can put your scarf on!"
For the past 10 minutes, Tveen had been attempting to wrap a scarf around the twitching neck of Tweek Tweak.
"Agh, wha-what if it chokes me! I'LL DIE."
He clutched his hair and started to pace back and forth in the small space. Tveen sighed and held the blonde by the shoulders to hold him still, but only to be dragged along with him.
"Tweek, st-stop it!"
She let go of his shoulders during an abrupt turn from his part and stumbled to the opposing wall of the house's small entrance hall.
Tveen watched him tug and pull at the piece of clothing until it came undone and dropped to the floor. She covered her eyes with her damp palms, with pieces of thread from the scarf stuck to the sweaty skin and slid down the wall until she found herself in a sitting position.
The hall door opened and the noise from the living room flooded the closet size room.
Tveen peeled her hands off of her face and didn't react when Craig helped her up.
"I think I should take it from here." He said.
His calm smile was soothing and would just melt the stress away. Craig was a medical miracle; being able to help relive Tweek's paranoia and anxiety when all the drugs in the world couldn't.
With a simple touch of the blonde's forearm, he was able to make Tweek go humanly still. Without even removing his hand, he bent down and picked up the mass of scattered cotton from the tiled floor.
"You need any coffee Tweekers?" He asked.
The blonde shook at the name of his drug and nodded wildly as Craig wrapped the scarf around him.
It was a smart move; distract him with coffee to get the job done.
"I'll get the coffee." She offered.
Tveen walked out the entrance hall and decided to sneak a peek behind her. The noirette hated being watched when in his vulnerable moments, and Tveen just loved making him feel self conscious.
Craig cooed something into Tweek's ear and stroked his hair while as Tweek had his eyes tightly shut and nose wrinkled. He didn't like contact, especially with the amount of affection Craig was giving away with each touch.
She chuckled to herself and went into the kitchen to brew the liquid. The machine was taking forever to drip out all of the coffee into the mug.
"Hey there sexy!" Kenny greeted, walking in from the buzzing living room.
"Hey Ken."
"You excited?" He asked and put his arm around her.
"A little nervous actually."
As much as Stan had told her otherwise, Tveen still wasn't sure of Shelly's opinion of her. She had met her once on Christmas and then saw her a second time on Easter. Other than that, Shelly's and Tveen's interactions had been left to a minimum.
Sometimes, Shelly would send some old clothes from her college, along with a note telling Tveen which pieces were from big brands so that she wouldn't cut them up or anything.
At the end of every not was a 'Enjoy ', which always made Tveen smile back at the paper.
"Don't be. She must love you in some way, I mean she made you a bridesmaid for a reason. Plus, look at all the slutty clothes she's been sending you!"
Kenny opened his arms as if to be embracing the whorishness of the clothing. Tveen rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and removed the mug from the machine.
"Besides, Kevin should be the nervous one. He's marrying the crazy bitch."
When Kenny first found out about Shelly's and his brother's engagement, he literally lost his mind for a few moments. It was true that Shelly had grown out of the cruelty of her younger years, not to mention all the baby fat, but in Kenny's subconscious she was always the horrible 12 year old who threatened to kill him.
"Hey, Shelly isn't so bad." Tveen said.
The insults didn't really bother her, its just that she felt the need to protect her sort of sister.
He sighed and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him and adjusted the flower pinned on the breast of his suit.
"You look great, McCormick."
"Thanks babe. You're fuckable, as usual." He purred.
He kissed her again and felt her smile on his lips. When they parted Tveen looked into his ocean blue eyes and saw her reflection. She felt her heart drop to her stomach and then shoot right back up into her throat. Her lips parted involuntarily, asking the blonde for something a lot bigger than a simple kiss, but she knew better than to expect Kenny to understand that.
Her gaze was forced away from his face and down to the warm ceramic feel that appeared in her palms.
"You should take this to him before even Craig can't handle him anymore."
Tveen's mouth closed slowly when she nodded and walked away. What she had felt could only be described in one word: confusing.
She felt anxious, but about what?
The anxiety was accompanied by excitement, like when there is something you really want to do but are to scared to do it. The fear she felt towards the unknown was being followed by the sudden need to propel herself into it.
But what was this 'unknown'?
When she made her way back to Tweek, Kenny watched her walk away like he always did when she left. Usually, he would be staring in certain areas; it was hard not to, only this time was different.
His mind faded for a few seconds while he took a deep breath and held it in until she was completely out of sight. He didn't stare at her inappropriately, he didn't whistle or growl. His head started to pound, not necessarily paining him, but it was still an odd feeling. What the hell was happening? Not knowing what to do, he bit down on his lower lip and his eyes suddenly fluttered. His legs went numb and caused him to stumble back for support on the counter. He had felt it too...
"Well, well, well, would you look at this Kyle, little Kenny is in love~"
The blonde made himself snap out of it and turn to the couple that stood in the doorway from which Tveen had left a few minutes ago.
"Cartman, don't tease."
Looking at the pair, he wondered how they could stay together. Cartman was out to hurt and his sneer said it all, while as Kyle's soft smile showed compassion.
"Hey dudes." Kenny said and tried to hide his shivering. When did that start? He straightened up and stared at his friends casually.
"Don't 'dude' us, what the fuck was that?" Cartman said and shifted his eyes from the blonde to the entrance hall.
"You look like you just saw Jesus but your not aloud to tell anyone." Kyle added.
Kenny snorted out an uneasy laugh.
"Nice metaphor, Jew." Cartman said sarcastically and received a punch from the redhead who didn't even bother look away from Kenny to do it. They were so used to each other, it was scary.
"That felt weird." He finally admitted.
He stared down at the floor; he didn't know where else to look. "It was different."
"It's called love, Ken." Kyle said and rolled his eyes.
Kenny wanted to yell at him and tell that not everyone had led a perfect life like him. Not everyone was able to be as lucky as him and feel everything like he had. But Kenny knew better than that.
"Don't call me that." He mumbled. "And, in case you haven't noticed, I don't do 'love'".
"That's probably why you were all flimsy back there; your dumb poor brain couldn't handle it."
Guess who said that.
"Fuck off Eric." Kenny was in no mood for this anymore, especially not on the day if his brothers wedding.
"Ay! Don't call me that!"
He ignored the rambling that followed the request and mentally smiled at the fat boy's sensitivity toward his first name. Only his mother and Kyle could call him that, everyone else (including teachers) addressed him by his last name.
"C'mon fags, the limo's here."
Clyde's oversized head appeared through the small door opening, revealing his neat hair and burgundy button down shirt.
Clyde had been referring to them as fags for the past few months and Kyle had been spending nights to come up with a comeback to use.
"Look who's talking Mr. 'I kissed my best friend to check if I'm gay!'" Kyle teased.
Cartman threw his head back and laughed, pointing at Clyde because in his book, being burned by a Jew was the most embarrassing this in the world. (Of course he had been burned by Kyle several times in the past but he still refuses to acknowledge that).
"Like I said," Clyde started as a matter of factly. "I was JUST checking!"
There was a moment of silence where the four boys threw glanced at each other and then Kenny said what was on everyone's minds.
"Three times?"
Clyde's eyes widened and his gaze fell to the floor.
"I was just making SURE!" he whined and disappeared behind the door.
Just to make something clear, Clyde had actually kissed Token a third time when they were in the men's locker rooms, showering. The brunette claimed to have 'felt something' for a second, but then said it was just a false alarm. Token was not thrilled...at all. Which for everyone else was simply hilarious.
The limo was a very typical one, but hey, it was still a limo. The bride and groom would be arriving in a different, fancier car so the rest of the wedding party occupied the white limousine.
The group of friends sat together, champagne in their hands, looking like those snobs in the wedding reality shows on TLC. They all glanced at each other awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do in these kinds of situations. South Park never really had limos or fancy weddings; just giant Barbra Streisand robot monsters.
"Um, to the bride and groom?" Stan finally spoke and everyone raised their glasses with him.
"Cheers."
For the rest of the way there, they discussed the wedding party. The best man was decided to be Kenny after a long argument between Kevin and Shelly. The future wife wanted it to be Stan but in the end, they came to a compromise.
"I can't believe they made you the maid of honour." Craig snickered.
"I am NOT the maid of honour, I'm just best man number 2." Stan explained angrily, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So, you're the second best man?" Kyle teased.
"Yeah, exactly and- HEY!" To no one's surprise, it took the noirette a while to get it. "I'm not second best! It's just that the groom usually gets to decide who it's going to be and-"
"Chill Stan, we know. Don't be agitated on your sister's wedding day! Look on the bright side, we're going to be brothers in law."
That was the one thing that Tveen had pointed out to Kenny after the big news had hit him hard in the stomach.
Stan smiled back at Kenny sweetly. He was happy about that too. Who wouldn't be?
"Hehe, and the best part is that you'll be dating your sister in law." Cartman pointed out for the millionth time, making both Kenny and Tveen uncomfortable.
"Shut UP fat ass! Tveen and Shelly are not blood related!" Stan snapped at him.
"Stop it people! You guys have to go over the order in which you're going to walk in." Bebe reproached.
Her left leg was fidgeting and her fingers were drumming on her knee. She never was close to Shelly and still didn't get why she had chosen her to be part of the ceremony. She was nervous and it showed.
"Well it's not complicated." Tveen said. "Kenny and I will walk in and then you and Stan will follow. After us, the little flower girl and ring boy will come in, with Shelly following with her father."
"Wait, I'm confused, didn't you say Stan was the maid of honour?" Kyle asked.
Stan opened his mouth to protest but Tveen cut him off.
"Yes, me and Bebe are the two bridesmaids, Kenny is the best man, Stan is the second one and there are no ushers. Don't ask why."
"Why?" Token suddenly spoke up. He had been lost in thoughts during the whole conversation and hadn't said anything until now.
Tveen sighed. "Shelly's and Kevin's friends are... sort of..."
"Drunken idiots." Kenny finished for her.
"They didn't trust them with being in the wedding party." Stan explained. "They will only be at the reception."
As if on cue, Stan's cell phone rang and loud yelling was heard the second he answered it. The angry bride screamed her lungs off as Stan's attempts to calm her down failed.
"Shelly stop yelling! What are you talking- Kyle? Yeah, he's here, why?" Stan listened to the response as worry and shock took over his face. "Um...yeah, yeah of course he knows." Stan assured his sister, even though his voice kept cracking. "But Shelly I-". She hung up.
He flipped the phone close and smile sheepishly at Kyle.
"What?" The redhead said.
"Change of plans." He grumbled, running his hands through his hair.
"What is it?"
"Well turns out, your an usher dude... and so is Cartman."
"Seriously?" Both of them asked in unison.
"Yeah, so Kyle, you'll be walking with Tveen, while Cartman, you'll be with Bebe." Stan explained way too quickly, bit down on his lip and looked down to the floor nervously.
The whole limo stared at him silently until a loud screeching laugh cut though it.
Tweek, being the first to understand the situation, held on to his sides and laughed hysterically.
All of the heads snapped curiously towards him; nine confused smiles and 18 arched eyebrows.
"Tweek, what is it?" Craig asked.
"D-don't you get it?" The blonde replied, wiping away a tear.
"Uh oh..." Stan whispered.
"Kenny and Stan are walking down the aisle together!"
Everyone went silent and blinked at him for a few more seconds before the whole car echoed of laughter and joyous cries. Tweek giggled a bit more, staring at his laughing friends (expect for Stan and Kenny).
"Dude," Clyde said "that's so funny!"
"Shut up you guys!" Kenny said, trying to restrain the laughs building up inside of him. "It's not like were going to be walking hand in hand."
They all stared at Stan for an answer. The noirette sighed and shook his head before burying it in his palms.
"Arm in arm." His muffled voice came out from his hands.
The laughing started up again but ended quickly when the limo came to a final stop in front of the church.
It was a beautiful wedding and everything went swimmingly.
Stan and Kenny walked down the aisle together and yes, both their dad's whistled and howled as they did.
Tveen took Kyle's arm and held her white bouquet with both hands. It contrasted very nicely with her bright red halter dress.
Bebe and Cartman followed behind them. Shelly had requested the bridesmaids match, so Bebe had the strapless version of Tveen's dress but held the same bouquet.
They stood at the alter for a long while the priest spoke. The religious man spoke of love, the binding of holy matrimony, the life ahead of them that they would share together and the challenges they will have to face as one.
In the audience, a lot of people cried, some thought of other things and others were on their phones. But, a lot of the teenagers shared the same looks. Tveen scanned the room and caught Craig staring down at Tweek, Kyle and Cartman throwing glances at each other awkwardly and then looking away, and Stan and Bebe just gazing into each others eye as if they were the ones getting married.
They were all thinking the same thing...
Will we ever be up there?
And they all worried of the same thing...
What will he/she think of it?
Kyle's look was priceless and made Tveen smile. She could decipher all the worried thoughts that were crossing his mind.
Will Cartman ever propose?
Does he even want to get married?
What if he doesn't want to marry me?
It was really funny to think about it.
Bebe and Stan, on the other hand, could be read by anyone; they loved each other and that just about summed it up.
And then there were Craig and Tweek and just by looking into their eyes you could tell what was running through their minds.
You are my everything and I will put all I have on the line to keep you safe. You are mine, and now, I give myself to you and one day I will make it all official.
Craig, as silent as he was, was a pretty deep guy when it came to love...and love to him was equivalent to Tweek.
You could say though, that Tweek needed Craig to guide him, since he was pretty much lost in his paranoia.
Jesus, I need coffee! God, Craig smells nice! Agh, why is he looking at me like that? Oh my God, he's undressing me with is mind! Ngh, it's too much pressure!
Looking at Tweek, the first word that crosses your mind is probably not love, but insanity. Only, Craig doesn't see it that way. He considers Tweek's dependence of him, some kind of form of love because Tweek wouldn't let anyone touch him, except for Craig. Tweek didn't trust anyone, expect for Craig. Tweek barely spoke to anyone, let alone open up...expect to Craig.
And in Tveen's opinion, what had pushed Craig to call all of it love, was that summer evening when Tweek appeared on his doorstep holding a shoebox. The blonde had blushed insanely and had told Craig to watch over it for him.
When Craig had went back into his room that night, he opened the box and found 12, extremely clean, pairs of underpants.
If that's not love, then what is?
When the bride and groom uttered their last words and kissed, making it all official, everyone cheered and stepped out of the church into the open air. The weather was nice; it was warm with a very cool breeze that would send shivers down you spine every time it blew.
Tveen searched the crowd for Kenny but couldn't see him, especially when Shelly appeared right in front of her, blocking her view from everything else.
"Is my hair okay?" She whispered, looking left and right making sure no one was listening.
One thing about Tveen, was that she wouldn't lie about things like that. She wasn't one of those girls who would say you looked good when you clearly didn't.
"Hmm..." She said and examined the side bun carefully before reattaching a stray strand back into the tight knot of hair.
"Thanks sis." Shelly said and kissed her cheek before hopping off next to her new husband. As for Tveen, well she was just happy to be addressed as 'sis'.
When Shelly moved aside, Tveen's vision of the crowd reappeared and across the mass of people, stood none other than Kenny, looking stunning, as usual, with his suit, gorgeous body and perfect hair.
But he had that look on his face again...
It was the same one he had back at Craig's house, in the kitchen. His arms looked loose, his mouth was slightly opened, as his eyelids fluttered slightly, he swayed with the movement of his hair. He looked like he was going to be swept away by the wind at any second.
The scariest part was that even in all this commotion, with him in that state of his, his eyes never left Tveen. He looked dead serious as his chest slowly rose and then fell back.
With expressionless, blank faces, they stared at each other.
"He's going through some stuff."
Tveen started and snapped her head around toward the source.
"Kyle, don't do that, you scared me." She said, sighing in relief and removing her hands that had clamped onto her chest by reflex. She stared up at the redhead who now looked as serious as Kenny had.
"What's going on?" She asked.
His stern look was replaced by a sweet sad smile, filled with pity and compassion...that wasn't a good sign. He patted her head gently and walked off before she could say another word.
Since it was such a happy occasion, she shrugged off all of the odd behaviours and switched her attention to her best friend who had just caught Shelly's bouquet.
"Congrats hon. You know this means you're getting married next!"
"Thanks, but I don't think Stan's getting the message."
They turned there heads to the right in unison and sighed at the sight of Stan, hopelessly trying to put his tie back on with one end of it knotted between his fingers and the other between his teeth, slowly being drenched by saliva.
"Charming..." Tveen said to Bebe, using as much sarcasm as possible.
"Oh shush, he's your brother."
"True, but it's better than having him as a boyfriend." She teased back. "and, I suggest you go help him before someone else does..."
Tveen pointed toward a black Honda civic with her chin, trying to be as discrete about it as possible.
"What do you- OH, MY GOD. Who invited her?" Bebe growled.
"I don't know. But she's ogling Stan pretty damn well, so why don't you 'jump into action' hm?" Tveen suggested.
She was teasing but Bebe still gasped in alarm and scurried over to Stan to help. When Wendy's face dropped and Tveen was sure she had walked away, she decided to do the same and find Kenny.
It was all just too easy...
"It really is beautiful!"
And she was right; it was.
The vast reception hall was covered in an off-white shiny material, with crystals hanging off of everything in the room, including curtains, table cloths and even napkins.
Each table held a centerpiece consisting of a bouquet of white roses, held together in a transparent vase.
The dance floor seemed to be pretty big and the silver chandelier dangling over it was simply gorgeous.
The crowd settled in as the DJ prepared to introduce the newly weds into the hall. Kenny and Tveen sat next to each other, hand in hand at the circular table with the rest of their friends.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may you please take your seats..."
She leaned gently on his shoulder and he welcomed her lovingly with a soft kiss of her head.
"It is with great pleasure..."
He drew circled with his thumb on her thin wrists and pulled her closer to breathe her in as much as possible.
"...that I would like to introduce to you."
This is the Kenny she knew; sweet and loving. She snuggled and let herself melt into him. She could feel his chest pressing up against her back and his steady heart beat. His finger didn't cease to run over the skin of her hand and as much as he tried to hide it, she still knew he was smelling her hair.
"...MR. AND MRS. MCCORMICK!"
And then he froze.
The crowd cheered and clapped. Stan and Kyle stood up and whistled. Bebe and Tveen started to clink their forks against the glass; classic way to make the couple kiss. Tweek pulled at his hair and made an attempt to escape the noise only to be pulled back into a tight embrace by Craig. Clyde cheered 'kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' and ignored the dirty and uncomfortable glances being thrown at him; courtesy of Token. Kyle and Cartman stood on the chairs, trying to get a decent picture of them without anyone's head in the way.
But Kenny didn't move...
He had a clear view of his brother and his new wife as they started to dance. One look at the perfect suit he wore and his breath got caught in his throat. The sight of her white dress and veil made his stomach churn and one single glance at that ring on her finger made his heart and body come to a stop.
He knew he had to snap out of it but he just couldn't. What was wrong with him? To answer that question, a loud mess of thoughts took over his mind from which he wasn't able to decipher a thing. But, in the distance, he could still hear reality, where the DJ was now inviting all the other couples to join in the dance.
He forced himself back to earth to find Tveen glaring at him.
"Sorry..." He muttered and grabbed her by the hand.
They danced slowly to some Bocelli song and Kenny was happy to say that all the weird feelings slipped away.
"I love you." She said.
He didn't even hesitate now.
"I love you too."
But that's as far as he was letting it go.