Title: Trapped Between Right and Kenny
Author: Darkmoonphase (uh…duh)
Disclaimers: Uh…Do I look like I wrote South Park©? Nope. South Park© and characters thereof belong to Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
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Thoughts and emphasis
Not really happening
Author's notes
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PT3
Butters walks down the hall, waving at me. "Hiya, Tweek!" I freeze as I hear footsteps from around the corner. "What're you doing here?"
"Shhh, Butters!" I whisper hysterically. I look next to me, aiming to look around the corner but see Kenny and Wendy staring down at me with wide eyes. "Oh man…"
Luckily, Butters is a smart kid. He seems to see what's going on and turns on his heel, sprinting back down the hall. I hope the snitch won't tell anyone. "Tweek…" Wendy starts. I melt into the wall, disappear from their vision. I'm so scared. I really don't want to be here. "Please…don't tell."
I stare at her in bewilderment. I could very well go tell Stan just because she told me not to. And yet…I know better. "I won't…" I whisper pathetically.
Kenny leans in next to me and breaths into my ear, "Good. I wouldn't want tot have to teach you Cartman style." He pulls away and smiles sinisterly down at me. I feel my body shaking slightly as they walk away. Wendy thanks me as she passes (the nerve!). Now I really can't tell anyone!
I stay frozen in that spot until I hear Craig say from behind me, "Tweek, dude, you've been gone almost all lunch period. We have ten minutes left…Tweek?"
"Craig…I…GAH!" I can't tell you what happened. I want to tell you what I saw and I can't. "I have to go to my locker."
"Dude…Are you okay?" Craig asks me, staring at me with concern in his eyes. "You look…more freaked out than usual."
No! No, I'm not okay! I'm scared and I know something I shouldn't. "Yeah; I'm fine. Wanna come with me to my locker?" He nods uncertainly and follows me to my locker. I get my books for my next class and we go back to the lunchroom to talk with our friends. Wendy's in Stan's lap and Kenny's lounging in a chair across from them. Everything seems normal.
Except, I see Kenny wink at Wendy who wraps her arms tighter around Stan's neck. Everyone else laughs about something else and Clyde shrieks something I don't really hear. My heart wrenches and I sigh.
Poor Stan.
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PT4
"Peter! Peter, oh, where are you Peter!" Wendy cries desperately with a sigh and a shake of her blue dress. I stand just off stage, watching Wendy go through her monologue. Suddenly, Pip – or Peter Pan – flies in and cries, "What's wrong, Wendy?" My scene with the rest of the lost boys isn't for awhile so I sit down out of everyone's way and watch Wendy and Pip act out their scene. They're really good. I almost believe that they're Wendy and Peter (and not just because Wendy's name is Wendy, though that must make Pip's life a whole lot easier). Suddenly, the director-person stops them and goes through their scene with them, saying things like, "More passion!" "More voice!" "Believe you're really Peter!" I believe he's a little crazy.
"Hiya, Tweek!" Butters cries from behind me. I jump. Oh God…Now people are sneaking up behind me and I can't hear them?! Am I going deaf? "Uh…Tweek? You okay, buddy?"
I cringe. "Yeah, it's just…you snuck up on me. And usually, I and hear people walking up to me. It freaked me out, man!" I twitch and let out a shaky breath.
"Oh golly! I didn't mean to scare you!" Butters exclaims, his hands flying to his mouth. He's playing Michael. He's so good at his part; sometimes I forget that he's actually Butters! "I just wanted to stop by and talk before I have to go on."
"Okay…" I look up at him curiously. Butters doesn't usually talk to me. And when he does, he never puts a lot of effort in. I think I scare him. "Are you having fun playing Michael?" He sits down and starts talking to me, babbling about how much fun it is to play that character. At lease he's having fun.
"Hey…Tweek…" Butters starts hesitantly and I look t him as Wendy and Pip start over. "What did Wendy and Kenny say to you the other day? When you wanted me to leave…"
So he does have a reason for talking to me…I shrink. I turn into an itsy bitsy person that Butters can't see anymore. I let him freak out for a moment or two before I run off. I can't tell anyone. "They sluffed English and wanted to know what we did," I tell him, staring at my shaking hands. I keep breathing lies. I'm starting to feel kind of guilty. "I thought they were mad at me or something and I didn't want you to get hurt if they were."
Because he's Butters, he believes me. "Oh, well, that's real nice of you. All they wanted was the English assignment?" I nod miserably. Butters was the last person I'd ever tell. He was such a suck-up; he'd go straight to a teacher because Kenny had threatened me and then he'd tell Stan because "lying is wrong". Not that I plan on telling anyone – because I'm not and it doesn't have much to do with Kenny's threat.
The director-person calls Butters out. He jumps up, waves at me and skips on stage reciting his lines. This should be a very interesting play/musical/thing/…
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"TWEEK!" Craig screams from behind me and smacks my sides, making me jump. He laughs, doubling over even! Again?! I'm really letting my guard down today…
"That's not funny, Craig! You're the second person to sneak up on me today…" I tell him firmly, my voice and body shaking.
"You mean…LIKE THIS?!" Clyde cries, using my shoulders as support to jump up and wrap his legs around my waist. I let out a short screech and he laughs in my ear.
"Clyde…Get offa me! You're too—"I lose my balance and fall forward, dragging both Clyde and Craig down with me – though I'm not so sure how I'd managed to get Craig down too. I'd probably grabbed him for support and I was too heavy for him!
"Damn, you're weak, Tweek…" Clyde grumbles, getting up off me. Craig wiggles out from under me as I sit up. "That was so lame." He rotates his shoulder and rubs it a little with his free hand.
"Why'd you drag me into that?" Craig asks angrily. He moves his arms as if testing them. "God, that fucking hurt like hell…" He gives me a dirty look.
"Why are so paranoid today, Tweek?" Clyde asks after inspecting himself. He puts his hands on his hips in a rather gay pose.
"What're you talking about, Clyde? Tweek's always paranoid!" Kyle says rather loudly from behind me as he slaps his hands onto my shoulders. And, because I'm paranoid like that, I jump a good two feet into the air. They all laugh at me. I feel my face turn red. Slowly, my head explodes! Damn, it hurts. I spin and run from them. I'm so tired of running from my friends, but what else can I do?
"Hey, Tweek!!" Craig cries, but I don't stop. "We were just messin'!" I run outside and then I finally stop. I stand in the snow until someone crashes into me.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry, Tweek!" Bebe gasps and helps me up. "Are you okay?" Wow. I can't believe she's talking to me. Usually, she just walks past me and if she knocks into me, she gets up and pretends nothing's happened. Dude, this week is one messed up week. I nod in embarrassment. "Ugh, I'm so pissed. Don't tell anyone, okay?" She looks right at me, making me want to look away but unable to do so. I nod. "Okay, so I tried out to play Wendy in the Peter Pan musical and the director told me I was wonderful. Two acts later, Wendy comes up and blows him away." Did she notice me after Wendy? "And I don't get called back. I look at the cast list the next day and Wendy got the part instead. She knew I wanted that part!"
"I'm sorry, Bebe…" I mutter, a little intimidated by her intensity.
"Thanks for listening. I just had to tell someone!" She flips her hair and walks past me like I'm not even there. Aw, come on!
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