Hai, umm yeah You Really Got Me is gonna be a series of one-shots/song fics/drabbles yah da yah da, using my OC's and possibly other OC's. This song fic is probably totally out of character but whatever, it's 3 in the morning so…R&R and you get cookies ;]
~Peace
~Mick~ AKA Hollywood Grimm
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park, the amazing Trey Parker and Matt Stone do, and the song My Best Friend's Girl is by The Cars not me *sigh* But Star is mine =D
My Best Friend's Girl
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
I watch as she moves across the room, her eyes may not be suede blue like The Cars' song proclaims but her honey brown irises are just as penetrating. Everyone watches the scarlet haired girl as she dances; her lithe pale body weaving until she reaches the boy she desires.
(Here she comes again)
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Oo she'll make you flip
(Here she comes again)
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
I kinda like the way she dips
Well she's my best friend's girl
She's my best friend's girl-irl
But she used to be mine
His name is Stan Marsh; he's 6'3 with golden skin, shaggy black hair and midnight blue eyes. And Stan just so happens to be one of my best friends. He grins wildly as Star; Starla Renee Tucker hooks her long fingers, calloused from guitar playing, through his. She leans forwards seductively and presses her full red lips against his. She's my best friends girl…she used to be mine. I remember the way she used to run her fingers through my long blonde hair and slowly unbutton her jeans…teasingly. I remember taking her virginity in her bedroom while her brother…Craig…my friend, was in the next room. Everyone found out about me and Star sleeping together when Bebe Stevens walked in on us getting dressed. Star had just smiled saccharinely while I tried making up some excuse. Craig had burst into the room, his usual mask of indifference gone, replaced by anger. Fuck was he pissed off. Stan saved me from getting my ass kicked that night; he talked some sense into Craig. After that I pushed the scarlet haired girl away from me…she was just another notch on the list of sluts I'd banged. I guess you don't know what you've got till it's gone.
You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
Oo when you bite your lip
It's some reaction to love, o-ove, o-ove
(Here she comes again)
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
Yeah I think you'll flip
(Here she comes again)
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
(Here she comes again)
I kinda like the way, I like the way she dips
'Cause she's my best friend's girl
Well she's my best friend's girl-irl
And she used to be mine
She's so fine
She leads the raven haired boy outside. I look out the window with a sigh, my chin resting against my balled up fist.
"What's up Kenny" it's Kyle, good ol' Kyle.
"Nothing" I sigh again, there they are, she's dancing across the Tucker's lush back lawn, her bare feet squishing into the slushy grass and snow. She must be freezing out there, wearing nothing but a skimpy little tie dye dress. Her brown leather gladiator sandals lay discarded on the porch; her peace sign necklace bounces off her budding chest as she leaps into Stan's arms with a sunshiny smile. The obsidian haired football player gives Star his best lady killer grin and she begins kissing with a new vigour. They fall back onto the slushy lawn, his hands feeling up her tiny body.
"They're good for eachother, no point in moping over it" Kyle says, his emerald eyes trained on the black haired boy and the hippy girl with the bright fucking- un-ignorable red hair.
"I guess" I grumble
"Kenny…you're the one who left Star so…" the Jewish boy purses his lips and shrugs his slim pale shoulders.
"Yeah whatever" my eyes begin scanning the room for potential babes to sleep with. But eventually my eyes land again on Star and Stan.
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eye-eyes
And every new boy that you meet
Doesn't know the real surprise
No her eyes may not be suede blue but…
"Hey Kenny" arms slide about my neck, its Bebe, the very girl who discovered that I'd slept with Starla in the first place. Before the blonde bombshell can say another word the door flies open, bringing with it the scent of marijuana and vanilla and cologne and…something else. They enter the room.
I turn my head away from them "Yeah Bebe?"
"You still like her" whispers the girl with a chuckle; one of her honey blonde ringlets brushes the side of my face.
(Here she comes again)
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
(Here she comes again)
Oh she'll make you flip
(Here she comes again)
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
(Here she comes again)
I kinda like the way, I like the way she dips
'Cause she's my best friend's girl uh
She's my best friend's girl-irl-u-irl
She used to be mine
She's so fine
"No" I exclaim, a hard look on my face. Because I don't like her…I just…wonder what coulda been if I stayed with her. I mean, the little tramp has got Stan Marsh, jock extraordinaire, smoking weed and wearing tie dye. Now that's something I thought I'd never see. What would she have done to me?
Then I look at them, really look at them. Star is gripping Stan's tanned football toned left arm and smiling up at him dazedly and adoringly. A smile is pasted on his face, a real smile, not a fake one like the one he'd wore while dating Wendy. Both of them are grinning, oblivious, stoned out of their fucking minds…and I couldn't care less. Like the ever wise Kyle Brovfloski said; they're right for eachother.
(My best friend's girlfriend)
Oh
(My best friend's girlfriend)
She used to be mine
(My best friend's girlfriend)
Yeah yeah
(My best friend's girlfriend)
Said she used to be mine
(My best friend's girlfriend)
Yeah yeah yeah
(My best friend's girlfriend)
She used to be mine
(My best friend's girlfriend)
Star Tucker is my best friend's girl…and I think that I'm okay with that.