It was cold and snowing... Like any December day in South Park. Kenny McCormick stood with the rest of his friends at the same bus stop they had always stood at every school morning. Waiting for the long yellow bus holding their friends to come along and pick them up and drag them off to the hell hole known as "Middle School".
Eric Cartman was screaming at Kyle Broflovski about being a stupid Jew and started off about some subject that no one but Cartman cared about. Stan Marsh stood on the sidelines with Kenny as they watched the two go on and on about stupid things.
Stan finally snapped and yelled, "Would you both knock it off?!", he pointed at Cartman, "Sit your fat ass down and shut the hell up!", he pointed at Kyle, "And you! Just drop the subject! No one cares if you got a better Playstation than Cartman or even if you can get a girl and Cartman never will!"
Kenny watched with wide eyes as one of his best friends settled an uncommon fight between the two. Cartman was so furious that his face was as red as a cherry. "This stupid Jew can't get a girl! He is to absorbed with his religion. He couldn't get a girl even if he tried!"
Meanwhile, while they were all arguing and not paying attention to anything but who will win the fight, a girl with short chestnut hair and chocolate brown eyes walked up to the bus stop for the first time and sat on the floor. Ignoring the cold shivers that vibrated her spine as the snow seeped into her blue jacket with fur on the hems. Her head was covered with a hat much like Stan's but with two flaps covering her ears and two strings hanging from the flaps holding up two pom pom balls. Her eyes flitted over the boys as they grew louder and louder.
"Excuse me?" she said as she leaned back on her hands and cocked her head to the side.
"You're fat ass can't get a girl because you might eat her or sit on her!" Kyle yelled as he tried to prove his point. Feeling a little disappointed when his own best friend wouldn't back him up on his side of the fight.
"Excuse me?" she tried again. She got up, took her hat off, and shook her head. Trying to shake the cold from her face and keep her hair from becoming entangled.
"Knock it off! Both of you! I have a headache from hearing you two scream at each other all the time!" Stan threw back at them.
~Klara~
"HEY!" I screamed, making the bus sign shake violently and all the snow fell off onto my head. The cold snow made me jump and I bumped into the boy wearing a orange parka. We were both on the ground covered in snow. I was supporting myself with my arms on top of him and blushing a deep crimson. All the boys turned to look at me except for the guy in the orange parka who seemed to be only staring at my chest. "Ah, Uh... I'm sorry," I mumbled as I stood up and offered him a hand. He took it and heaved himself up. "Wow, you're pretty strong," I said as I flashed him a smile and let out a little giggle. He hid his face in the hood of his orange parka and turned away from me. I stared back at him, a little hurt.
"Who the hell is this flat-chested chick?" the boy named Cartman spat as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"The name is Klara, fat ass," I said as I turned towards him and jabbed a blue gloved finger into his chest. The boy named Kyle smirked at me and snuck a glance at Cartman.
Stan wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me away from Cartman's now raised fist. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he huffed into my hair. I blushed furiously since I had never been this close to a boy unless I was in a fight with him.
I turned my crimson face towards his and said, "Why not? I can handle myself!"
"Can you not yell in my face, please?" He sighed as he placed his forehead on my shoulder. "I'm not feelin' to hot right now."
"S-sorry," I replied as my blush deepened. 'Calm down heart! It's not like I haven't been around guys before... Well I guess not this close to guys, anyway...' I stood there for a minute waiting for him to cool his head when I realized what would help him. I immediately dug into my pocket and pulled out two red pills. "Here take these." I handed him the pills and as soon as he released me, so I could dump the pills into his opened hand, I rushed to my backpack and pulled out a full water bottle. "Here," I said as I handed him the water.
"But this is yours. You were gonna use it right?" Stan asked as his face twisted into a confused expression.
"Don't worry. I was just gonna use it for a pain in my stomach but you look like you need it more," Klara sighed as she shoved the bottle into his hands.
"I don't know about you Stan, but I like her already," Kyle laughed.
Stan blushed and said, "Yeah, she's not too bad."
Cartman grimaced and said, "Please! She is flat-chested, ugly, fat, and a huge suck-up!"
"Shut your fat ass up, Cartman!" Kenny screamed.
Klara turned toward him with wide eyes. "Y-you talked!?"
Kenny turned towards her and smiled nervously. "That's awesome!" she squealed as she hugged him. Kenny returned the hug but hid his face in her hair. When she release him and walked back over to Stan he followed.
"Looks like she already has a bitch of her own!" Cartman laughed as he watched Kenny stand next to her. She glanced over at Cartman and said, "So, anyway, Stan, you really should take that before your headache becomes worse."
Kenny glared at Cartman but said nothing. Stan's eyebrows shot up as he got an idea. He popped one pill in his mouth, took a swig of water, and swallowed it. Klara looked pleased with that. He placed the next pill in his mouth and took another swig of water but he didn't swallow it. Instead, he wrapped an arm around Klara's neck and kissed her. He slid the pill into her mouth with his tongue and the water followed closely behind. Surprised she swallowed the water and gasped for air at the same time when he released her. She doubled over coughing and Stan wiped the excess water from his chin.
Kenny glared at him and wrapped his arms around her neck in a protective way. When Klara finally stopped coughing, her face was bright red and she was gasping for air. "W-what'd you do that for?"
"Well this way we both get better," Stan replied with a grin. "I think I'm already feeling better after that kiss. Thanks," he said with a wink.
Kenny tightened his grip but not enough to make her start choking again. She placed her hands on Kenny's arms to steady herself. The bus could be heard from a mile away. With the big puffs of black smoke and the roar of the engine. Kenny didn't release his grip on her but his eyes watched Stan as he picked his backpack up and walked back over to her. She felt kinda childish since Stan had actually came over to talk to Kenny.
~Stan~
I looked at Kenny with a playful expression and said, "Lighten up Kenny. I won't do anything to her... too often." Then smirked and walked over to the stopped bus. Kenny stuck his tongue out at me and grabbed her hand. I followed behind Kyle as I boarded the almost full bus. Cartman put a hand on my shoulder and sat me down in a seat with him.
"What the hell was that about man?!" he asked, completely baffled.
"Uh, I'm not really sure...," I replied as I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Dude, if Wendy finds out... She will murder you man... MURDER!" he threatened.
"Dude! Shut the fuck up!" I said as I lowered my voice. "Wendy doesn't need to know about this!"
"Okay, so we aren't telling Wendy or Bebe anything," he said as if he finally understood. "What about that not puking thing? You didn't once look sick as you kissed her," Cartman pointed out.
I thought about it for a second and still didn't feel any signs of nausea. "I know... It's weird. I don't feel anything. Maybe it's because I consider her one of the guys already? Plus Kenny looks like he already called his dips on her."
Cartman sat there quietly while the rest of our group boarded. Kenny and Klara started walking towards us and when I made eye contact with her she blushed and turned away. Her face hinting towards a kind smile but she was to nervous to get the message across. "This might be fun," Cartman whispered beside me. "Get the guys together at lunch and meet around the building. The usual meeting spot. I got a plan!" His eyes gleamed with evil as he spoke and I almost though for a second that he might break out into an evil laugh like in the movies.
I got up and moved to and empty seat next to Kyle. And began discussing the plan with him.
"Come on. You can sit next to me," Kenny mumbled as he pulled Klara along to the bus, she wasn't obliging but she sure was confused. When they boarded the bus, all conversations immediately stopped and all heads turned towards her. They started walking down the isle and Klara's eyes met Stan's soft blue ones. She instantly tried to smile but felt to flustered, so she turned her head away instead, hoping she didn't seem like a total bitch.
"Who's that?" Wendy Testaburger called out as she got up from her seat and plopped down in the seat next to Stan.
"New girl," Stan explained as he gave her a soft smile, but he seemed to be loosing color in his face and the color was soon replaced with a greenish hue. He looked... sick. His smile didn't seem as kind as the ones he flashed Klara. It seemed forced and strained. She glanced at Wendy and found that the girl was glaring at her, so she hid her face again and sped up her pace. Kenny seemed to have noticed the glare and stood in the way of it, flashing his own glare at her which made her recoil. It seemed as though he didn't really interact with everyone that much, unless of course he really needed to.
~Klara~
"What's wrong with, Stan?" I asked cautiously as Kenny and I made our way to the back of the bus. I tried to avoid any eye contact by pulling my hat over my eyes but Kenny just squeezed my hand reassuringly.
When we finally found a seat in the very back of the bus Kenny sat down and said, "He has a sorta phobia of girls," his voice was muffled by his orange parka and strands of blonde hair poked out from his hoodie.
"A phobia?" I echoed.
"Yeah, but it's like... he gets really nervous if a girl goes to kiss him or just to talk to him and he pukes. It mostly happens to Wendy though," he shrugged as if it didn't mean much.
"Who's Wendy?" I asked as I claimed the seat next to Kenny. He didn't seem like the type to talk much but he seemed rather talkative around me, it made me feel special in a sense. Suddenly a blonde head popped over the top of the seat in front of us. I jumped in my seat and Kenny's grip tightened a bit on my hand.
A girls face followed soon after and she smiled. She looked like she could have been really pretty if she didn't her hair so far up on her face that her forehead looked twice as big as it probably should have been. That made me giggle despite myself. At the sound of my laugh, Kenny loosened his grip and seemed to smile a little. The girl's face turned confused and she eyed me up.
"Wendy is Stan's girlfriend," she pointed at the girl next to Stan. "That girl in the purple sitting next to Stan. So, you're the new girl, huh?"
"Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you. My name is Ky," I said with the kindest smile I could muster. Kenny glanced at me from the corner of his eye with a skeptical look and in return I squeezed his hand for reassurance.
"Ky? Isn't that, like, a guys name or something?" she asked as she looked me over again. She must have noticed Kenny and I holding hands because she said, "Well, my name is, Bebe! I'm Wendy's best friend." She swung her arm over the back of her seat and held her hand out to me. I took it and shook it with my smile faltering. It had been a long time since I had woken up this early and I was exhausted. "Are you Kenny's girlfriend?" she asked as she gestured between us.
Kenny looked unfazed by it but I was completely flustered. 'What if people get the wrong idea and make fun of Kenny for hanging out with the new girl! I'm not even as pretty as Wendy so I might end up being a bad reputation for Kenny!' I thought as my mind swam with words that I really should have been putting together but they didn't want to connect. Suddenly Kenny shifted in his seat and looked at Bebe.
"So what if she is?" he said with a cocked eyebrow. I blushed furiously. "It's not like it's any of your business, Bebe. So, Fuck. Off." He let go of my hand, put his arm behind me, and gently pushed my head towards his shoulder. Of course, I didn't complain because I was so tired, but I got some pretty nasty looks from Bebe.
"Whatever," she replied as she spun around and slumped in her chair but still made an effort to look good.
Kenny had stuck to resting his arm on my shoulder instead of keeping it on my head but he did ruffle my hair here and there. He whispered, "You look tired. Why don't you get some rest and I'll wake you when we get there?" I looked up at him and from what part of his face I could see it looked like he was smiling. I nodded and closed my eyes. I never really got any sleep because everyone was so loud and the bus bumped too much, despite Kenny's attempt to absorb the bumps, so I simply sat there with my head against his shoulder with my eyes closed.
He smelled good. I'm not quite sure what he smelled like but it felt like he should have smelt that way. Like that was what all guys smelled like. His hands had become restless and he had begun to stroke my head.
~Stan~
After Wendy came to sit with me I stopped talking to Kyle and told him I would tell him the rest in class. That was practically the only freedom I ever got from Wendy. In class where she is so caught up with reputation that she spends her entire time talking to Bebe and a bunch of other girls. I assumed that Klara will most likely spend her time with Wendy and her click but it somehow didn't seem right. I mean, she is a girl and she does had girly aspects but she feels more like one of the guys than I ever thought a girl would.
While sitting on the bumpy bus my mind wandered to Klara. What if she didn't make any friends and was left as an outsider for longer than I assumed she would make friends. I wished that I could blow off the meeting with the boys so I could hang out with her and help her get to know everybody. I knew that if I even tried to spend any alone time that Kenny would be on my ass and would possibly forbid her to see my, if he could forbid her from anything anyway. She seemed pretty bad ass to me and did look like she's had experience with fighting, but that just wasn't something for a girl to be doing.
"An?" Wendy's muffled voice said. "Stan?!"
"Huh? What? What's going on?" I asked as I looked around the bus to see if we were there yet. Everyone was still sitting in their seats and chatting so I took that as a no.
"You zoned out while I was talking to you. What's wrong? You seem out of it today," she said as she placed her forehead against mine. Being this close to Wendy still made me extremely nervous and I felt the nausea start to work its way into my mind. I drew back from her instantly and stood up. Everyone, except for Kenny and Klara who were cuddling in the back corner of the bus, looked at me with a puzzled look. Eventually Kenny looked up at me with a bored expression and Klara felt him shift so she looked up as well. When she met my eyes I saw a worried smile appear on her face.
'What's wrong?' it was asking me. I smiled back in a way to say, 'Nothing, I'm fine.'
After confirming it in my eyes she went back to resting on Kenny's shoulder. I don't know why exactly but that seriously. Pissed. Me. Off. I mumbled, "I'm fine," to Wendy as I got up and walked to the back of the bus with them. When I plopped down in my seat Klara literally jumped into Kenny's lap but he didn't seem to mind. He put one of his hands on the small of her back and the other on her knees.
I must have looked really pissed because Kenny smirked and Klara said, "Are you okay, Stan?" I could hear the hint of a yawn in her voice but didn't say anything. Kenny's smirk was instantly gone when he realized how worried she was for me. I felt sorta happy at the thought of that. "Stan?"
"Oh, uh. Yeah, I'm fine," I replied as I flashed her a smile. She didn't look very convinced. "Are... Are you two dating?"
Klara looked seriously flustered when I mentioned it. "N-no we're not dating! I have only known him for barely an hour," she explained. "I-I mean it's not like I wouldn't want to date him, but he would probably be troubled by me since I'm such a pain in the ass and all... uh..." She stopped when she realized she had been ranting.
~Klara~
I shifted uncomfortably on Kenny's lap. When I realized that he could put me down I mumbled, "You can put me down now, Kenny. I'm probably heavy."
"I don't want to, and you're not heavy," Kenny said with a smirk as he hugged me closer to him.
"O-okay," I replied as I shifted to a more comfortable position and settled down. I had been getting more flustered in the 20 minutes that I had known the boys than in my entire life time. My heart felt emotionally and physically exhausted. "Are you sure you're okay, Stan? You don't look to good. Do you need more medicine or something?"
He smiled softly and said, "Nah, and if you had more medicine then you should have taken it already! Does your stomach still hurt?" He placed a red gloved hand on my stomach. I winced but caught myself before it could be shown on my face. Apparently I hadn't done such a great job with covering it and Stan had noticed but Kenny was the one that took action. He slapped Stan's hand away and moved me away from him.
"K-Kenny?" I said as he hugged me close to him. "Are you okay? I'm worried about you guys. It seems like you are pampering me and paying me way to much attention than I should be getting." Kenny looked pretty shocked by this but I could tell by the look in his eyes that I wasn't wrong. Stan's expression matched Kenny's so I knew I was right. "Really... What's up?"
Kenny was the first to speak up, "What? I can't be nice to a girl once in a while?"
Stan finally snapped back to reality and said, "Not when you are oogling their boobs!" I must have blushed because Kenny smirked at me.
"What's wrong with that?" he countered.
"You are practically groping her! Put her down!" Stan said as he picked me up as gently as he could. Kenny clung to me like I was his lifeline.
"Kenny, it's okay. You can put me down," I said as gently as I could. I did not want my stomach to get hurt but I didn't want the boys to get hurt even more. "Really," I said as I put my hand on his arm. "I'll be fine, I mean it's not like I'll die tomorrow," I laughed nervously as he slowly released me.
"Fine, but I don't like it," he sighed as he let go of me. When I was finally free from Kenny, or about as free as I could get, Stan dragged me down the walk way to Wendy.
'Please don't stop at Wendy!,' I begged. 'Please!' The last thing I wanted was to get into a huge fight with a new friend's girlfriend. My luck came up short when Stan dropped me in the seat next to hers. I was across the isle from her but I could still feel her glare on my temple and Kenny's gaze on the back of my head. I tried my hardest to shrink into my seat but I noticed that there had been someone sitting next to me.
I turned around and came face to face with a boy in a blue hat much like mine. He had raven black hair and mysterious gray eyes. His hand had the flaps, the ball of fuzz on the top, and the strings holding pom poms but his hat was blue and the strings were yellow(as were the pom poms and the fuzz ball). He was wearing a blue zip up hoodie with "Screw You!" stitched into the back, the cuffs rolled up to his elbow, and the front of the jacket wide open revealing a black t-shirt with "Screw You!" written on it in red, blue jeans, black gloves, and dog tags.
He glared at me and I returned it. I hated the idea of anyone claiming dominance over me. He seemed to ease up a bit and held his fist out to me. I glared at it for a moment before I understood it was a peace offering. We were practically on the same wave length when it came to this stuff. "Klara," I said as I bumped fists with him.
"Craig," he replied with a hint of gratitude. I must have been someone that actually understood him to some degree since we had only known each other for 10 seconds. I noticed some kind of jerking motion coming out of the corner of my eye and looked over Craig's head. A boy with wild blonde hair was jerking in a spasm sort of way. He was talking to a girl who looked to be very shy but I had second thoughts about that. "Tweak stop kicking my seat before I turn around and smack you," Craig said as he looked at me. He was talking to Tweak, clearly, but for some reason he wouldn't stop looking at me. Did I have something on my face!?
He jabbed a thumb over his head at Tweak and said, "That's Tweak. And his friend there is named Alice. She is new to." I nodded at both of them.
Alice swung her upper torso over the back of the seat. "Hi! I'm Alice, hehe. I like you. Wanna be friends?"
I was a bit surprised by her upbeat attitude because everyone I had met so far was acting very strange. I nodded excitedly. "Yeah! Friends it is!" I said as I held my hand out to her. She slapped it and laughed. I was temporarily stunned by this reaction but went along with it anyway.
"Ugh! You're so annoying! Shut the fuck up already!" Craig groaned as he rolled his eyes. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Don't be an ass!" I said with a bit of a teasing tone in my voice. Craig must have heard it because he pulled the hat over his eyes and smirked. He leaned against the window and I guessed he was trying to get some sleep so I didn't disturb him otherwise. Stan's voice suddenly pulled me out of my little circle and back out in the open with Wendy still glaring at me. I slightly cowered at the sight but other than that I pretty much just sat there staring at her like an idiot. My mind was swarming with little bees that warned me about the shooting pain in my stomach. 'Shut up!' I warned them but they just kept coming. 'I hope I can at least make it through the day... It hurts so much! Like a freakin' semi truck running over my abdomen!'