Yeah, yeah. I know Tweak doesn't have a little sister. Creative license ftw. Anyway, shooting for a multi-chapter crazy little fic including some of my favorites, Tweak, Craig, Kenny, Stan.. etc. Multiple POVs. Might have room for other OC's later. First fic!
South Park, of course, is the property of T. Parker and M. Stone. Ella Tweak belongs to me.
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The bell shrilled signaling the end of third period trigonometry class and the race to the cafeteria, which ordinarily was no cause for rushing but today was Friday and Friday was pizza day.
Stan Marsh closed his trig book with a snap and stuffed it in his bag. Newly sixteen years old, his shoulders had broadened over the summer, his legs lengthened. He'd looked forward to the start of his sophomore year and now in late October everything seemed to be going well. Football, classes and, best of all, he'd passed his drivers test with a nearly perfect score. Standing, he shouldered his backpack and flipped his long black bangs out of his eyes, stuffing a blue cap on his head. Yep. Everything going really well… except for Wendy Testaburger.
Wendy was, at present, arguing heatedly with Eric Cartman as they filed out of the classroom ahead of Stan.
"What-EVER you hippie skank." Cartman waved a hand dismissively at her as he hurried towards the door, evidently more worried about pizza than getting a rise out of Wendy. Eric Cartman too had changed physically since their younger years, Stan thought as he followed silently behind them, checking his texts. (Most of which were from Kyle.) Cartman, while still sizeable, had exchanged some of his fat for bulky muscle and was currently Park High's starring linebacker. Wendy, who had decided that Stan was too "banal" to be bothered with at some point last July, was still relatively cute although (in what Kenny insisted was the ultimate irony) relatively flat-chested. Lately she'd been on some kind of one-woman bitch crusade, and Stan was determined to lie low and concentrate on the big homecoming game against Conifer High.
A cry of "Stanny!" came from somewhere behind him. The voice, a distinctive husky coo, could only belong to Bebe Stevens and while Stan occasionally considered taking Bebe for a test drive, he would also be perfectly content to slam her face into a locker every time she called him Stanny. Stan cringed, but slowed his step so Bebe could catch up with him. His nose twitched at Bebe's generous application of perfume, but found his eyes wandering over her body anyway as she chatted about third period home ec. Bebe was extremely popular, obscenely gorgeous, fairly smart and also happened to be a relatively kind person, only she never, EVER shut up.
Stan made his way through the cafeteria, bumping into Kyle Broflovski as they both reached for a lone carton of chocolate milk. Kyle, also sixteen, seemed to be going through some kind of awkward phase at the moment, all knees and elbows. His distinctive red curls had mellowed into a deep auburn at some point and he presently wore them long and tied back, despite Cartman's repeated threats to hold him and shave his 'goddamn hippie head'.
"Go on dude. Take it.." Kyle offered and picked up two cartons of white milk. "I'll have plain."
"Thanks.." Stan reached out his hand for the chocolate only to find it missing.
"Mmm.. chocolate milk.." Cartman said gleefully, shoving past Stan and heading towards their usual table in the cafeteria.
"Fatass." Kyle and Stan said in unison as Stan grabbed a plain milk as well.
Stan settled himself beside Red at the table, who was attempting to ignore Cartman's tirade about gingers and read a book. In the past, Stan had been frustrated by Red's giggly gossiping nature, but she seemed to have toned down a bit. She was nearly as popular as Bebe, still a gossip, but was now a cheerleader and very active in student government. As Wendy and Kyle took their seats, the girls fell to chatting about clothes, homecoming and Craig Tucker, captain of the hockey team and (they all agreed) still a complete asshole.
"Kahl. Gimme your pizza. It's not kosher." Cartman demanded, reaching for the slice of pepperoni making it's way towards Kyle's mouth.
"Fuck off Cartman. You know I don't.." Kyle stopped as Red squealed loudly.
"Ooooooooh! You guys!" Red pointed to the empty end of the table, having just noticed a single pink rose laying in a bed of greens, a simple white card attached to it.
Bebe scooted over and picked it up, examining the card. It just says "For the fairest…" She shrugged and gave a little smirk. "I guess someone must have left it here for me." She settled back in her seat and sniffed the rose which had an intoxicating perfume. "Mmm.."
Wendy made an indignant noise. "You would assume that Bebe, but there are three of us who usually sit at this table. It could just as easily be for me!" Wendy leaned over and plucked the rose from Bebe's hands, and examined the card closely. The ink was blood red, and she didn't recognize the handwriting.
Red dog-eared the page of her novel and leaned across, taking the rose from Wendy. "Or me. Some men are very partial to redheads you know, Wendy." She too looked at the card and sniffed the rose and then looked up, glaring as both Wendy and Bebe snorted and giggled.
Stan chewed on his pizza as the argument between the three girls escalated into controlled shrieking. It probably was for Bebe, who was a longtime recipient of anonymous tokens from secret admirers. Still, people were starting to stare.
"Butters probably left it for Kahl." Cartman snorted and helped himself to Wendy's second slice of pizza while she had her attention on Bebe.
"Shut up fatass!"
Stan cleared his throat and said loudly. "Uh.. Bebe? Wendy. You guys?" He shrunk back a little as he was confronted by Wendy's dark brown eyes, Bebe's bright blue and Red's soft gray. "Look. Who knows who it's for? It doesn't matter. You're all er… cute."
"Doesn't matter?!" Wendy snapped at Stan.
"Um.." Stan's cheeks went pink. "I'm gonna get more pizza…" He snatched up his tray and fairly bolted from the table.
Cartman and Kyle looked nervously at the angry girls, then at Stan's retreating figure and piped up "Me too!" and fairly scurried after him.
Stan busied himself picking out another slice of pizza when his nose was suddenly filled with the aroma of cigarettes and something sweeter, something indescribable. "Hey Kenny." He said without looking up and snagged a couple of extra slices and a soda on his way to the cashier. Kenny wouldn't have lunch money and it was easier sometimes to buy extra and pretend you couldn't eat it, rather than offer to pay for his lunch.
"Stanley." Kenny McCormick said gravely and flipped Stan a grin that was visible even in the recesses of his tattered brown hoodie. Kenny, despite his lack of adequate nutrition, had somehow at 15 years old pushed past the six foot mark. He hadn't gained nearly enough weight to compensate for this, and the overall effect was scarecrowish. Kenny was lanky and unkempt, jeans baggy, ratty orange scarf dragging. He was also, Stan thought, selfless, sweet and hopelessly perverted.
Kenny loped towards the table with Stan trailing behind him, trying desperately to warn him about the drama brewing between the girls and closed his eyes briefly as Kenny plunked himself right down next to Red. Stan glanced warily at Wendy and then sat next to Kenny, relieved that the girls had turned their attention to greeting the newcomer. He telegraphed the situation to Kyle with his eyes and was amused note that slender redhead also resumed his seat quite stealthily. Even Cartman was quiet, his mouth full of gooey cheese.
The girls fussed over Kenny, asking about his classes and smiling at his soft-spoken replies. Kenny was still the quiet one, although his voice had cracked sometime in the eighth grade and deepened to a rich baritone. Kenny, having little inclination to pursue college prep courses, had found a place in the school chorus and developed a deep and abiding interest in opera – something that had been going on for years unbeknownst to his best friends. Something that Cartman declared 'neon-pink gay'.
Stan took another bite of pizza. "Ugh. Full." He shoved the tray away from him and towards Kenny. He watched as Kenny pushed his hood back, and bent his blonde head over the tray and inhaled a large slice. Kenny's hair was crazed when short, but he kept it a bit longer now, and it flopped over his forehead and dipped in the sauce. Stan nearly dabbed at it with a napkin, but stuffed down that motherly urge. He felt a smile creep over his face until Kenny straightened up, pointed at the pink rose and said "What's that?"
Stan, Kyle and Cartman closed their eyes simultaneously as the girls instantly resumed sniping at each other. Kenny seemed indifferent to the drama and Stan cracked open an eye and then froze as Red turned to Kenny and said "Who do you think is 'the fairest' Kenny?"
Stan watched, feeling desperately sorry for Kenny who merely took a long drink of soda and considered each girl in turn.
"Depends." Kenny said vaguely.
Wendy leaned across the table and looked at him intently. "Depends? Like… maybe the fairest would not only be cute, but also be able to help you pass your Biology test next Friday?"
Red snorted. "Please Wendy. It says 'the fairest', not 'the nerdiest'." Red patted Kenny's arm. "I'm sure 'the fairest' of them all would not only be pretty, but would also add "McCormick" to the sophomore class presidential ticket." Red smiled and raised her eyebrows.
Bebe rolled her eyes. "You two are ridiculous. Everyone knows the fairest would not only be gorgeous, but would also fix up a true friend with the most awesome girl at South Park High…" she tipped a wink at Kenny and pulled out her cell phone, consulting her social calendar.
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. Jesus… Christ. He glanced over at Kyle who had his mouth partially open and Cartman who was looking almost gleeful at Kenny's unenviable predicament.
Kenny, who looked strangely undisturbed, simply handed the pink rose to Bebe. He also seemed oblivious, Stan noted, to Wendy's flushed face and Red's insulted look.
Bebe beamed at the skinny boy and smiled smugly at Wendy. She glanced down at her calendar again "So when would you like to go out Kenny?"
Kenny cleared his throat and smiled politely. "Not you Bebe."
Stan pinched the bridge of his nose harder. Not Bebe?! Bebe's not the most awesome girl at South Park High?! He dropped his hand and glanced over at Kyle and Cartman who were also looking at Kenny in disbelief.
Bebe look faintly offended, but smiled sweetly. "Who then? I know just about everyone in the whole school. Who's the lucky girl?"
"Ella Tweak." Kenny said and stood, fishing a cigarette from his pocket. He grinned broadly, a crooked endearing grin, and then turned on his heel and left just as the bell rang for fourth period.
Cartman finally broke the stunned silence. "Weak."
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From a distant corner of the cafeteria a lone dark figure watched the friends depart and chuckled softly, satisfied.
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Sorry about the length, scene-setting takes me a while I guess, hehe. First chapter of first fic evar! R&R greatly appreciated.