Disclaimer: This is my first real shot at a fanfic, so please read & review! Thanks. I don't own South Park, nor do I own the title of my fanfic, which was taken from the song "Part Of Your World" by Skye Sweetnam.
Chapter One
"Kyyyyle, wake up bubuleh! Your father and I have some important news to tell you!"
Oh yeah, just the wake up call I needed. Not. I groaned and rubbed my eyes sleepily. It was a Saturday, so why the hell was my mom waking me up? Plus, her idea of important news is not worth being woken up. I was planning to spend my whole weekend sleeping in, and then chilling at my best friend Stan's house. Still in my pyjamas, I trudged downstairs half asleep. "What is it, Mom?" As soon as I got to the living room, it took me a full minute to register something: Wendy Testaburger was sitting on my couch, with my parents right beside her. Now, don't get me wrong. For a girl, she was actually okay. But – news flash – she was Stan's girlfriend. And Stan always got insanely jealous in situations that involved Wendy, and a boy who wasn't him. "Wendy?!" I screeched, surprised. Wendy looked down at the ground, as my mom began to explain. "You see, dear, Wendy's parents have gone off on a business trip, so she is going to stay with us for a couple of weeks or so," explained Mom. I blinked, still in shock. Wendy fidgeted with her fingers, not even looking at my parents or me. "B-but, what about Stan's house? Couldn't she have stayed, you know, there?" I asked angrily. I couldn't believe it! Not only did my parents do this without consulting me, but what would Stan think? Mom and Dad exchanged looks, and Dad answered, "Well, Wendy's parent's aren't…really…friends with Stan's parents, son." I frowned, extremely pissed off. "Where the hell will Wendy sleep?" I shouted. My parents, oblivious to my anger, exchanged looks again. I rolled my eyes, until it hit me. "Wait…do I have to…to…sharearoomwithWendy?!" I cried in frustration. As soon as my parents nodded, Wendy grew extremely red. Mom smiled nervously and said, "Now, Kyle, you should help Wendy get settled in, then!"
"This is my room", I said sullenly, opening the door. Wendy looked around, not saying a word. I pulled her suitcase into the room, and dropped it beside my bed. "You can set your sleeping bag beside my bed." Wendy nodded quietly. I noticed that she hasn't said a word since I saw her on the couch, and I was getting a bit pissed off. "Goddammit, don't you talk?" I cried out to her. Her response was to look at me angrily and cry back, "Well I'm sorry for being a bit uncomfortable! You think I want to be here?" I rolled my eyes and sat on my bed. "Since you're going to be living here, you're going by my rules. As in, no touching my stuff and no snooping around!" I barked at her. "Now, I'm going to go over to Stan's and try to explain things, okay?" She nodded and began to unpack her suitcase. I was ready to turn around and leave until she stood up and grabbed my hand. "Please tell Stan I wish I was with him," she whispered hoarsely. I nodded and patted her back. I felt weird, like I was committing a crime or something. When she let go of my hand, I left the room and headed straight to Stan's house.
As soon as I knocked the door, Stan opened it. He had purple circles under his eyes, as if he wasn't getting enough sleep. "Oh. It's you," he retorted. I sighed, because I didn't know how to explain things to him.
"I guess you heard what happened," I said wearily.
"Yeah. I heard," he scoffed.
"Look, I didn't want her to stay! I don't even like her!"
"But you will start liking her. I just know you will!"
I was getting fed up. I sighed, and told him, "Wendy said she misses you." Then I turned around and decided to take a walk. I walked through the streets, thinking. Like, what the hell was wrong with everybody? Wendy suddenly moving in: What.the.hell. Stan acting like a jealous freak: What.the.hell. Brings me back to my old question: WHAT.THE.HELL! The weirdest thing was, I used to have a crush on Wendy. But that was in kindergarten. Then I got a thought: having Wendy around would be like having a sister. And I have never, ever wanted a sister! Oh shit. I had a feeling that the next couple of weeks were going to be tough. I walked back home, went up to my room, and found a huge surprise there: Wendy was having a party! I opened the door, and my jaw dropped. There was Wendy, Red, Millie and of course Bebe. "Wendy, you gotta be kidding me!" I barked angrily. Everyone stopped. My room had been transformed into Girlyville. There were posters of Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, and other male stars. And there was pink everywhere! I was extremely angry. "Wendy, what the fuck?" I shouted. Wendy smirked and came closer to me. "Get used to this, Kyle. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to be part of your world now. And there's nothing you can do to stop it!" I slammed the door in her face and crouched on the floor. Nothing I could do to stop this? Well, I had lots of plans to get rid of her. "Don't try to mess with me, Wendy!" I whispered to myself, as I rubbed my hands together diabolically.
I know it's short, but I'm going to write more chapters soon! Please read & review. Thanks! BTW, this is not just going to be about conflict. You'll see what happens next. ;)