Murderarson's South Park 3: Plans

POV: Kenny

"C'mon, C'mon! Pick up, Bebe!" I shout into the phone. I've been trying to reach her for days, and every time I call, it always goes to voicemail. "God damn it! Why won't she pick up her damn phone!" Then, I get a call from Bebe's house phone! "Thank God! Hello?"

"Stop stalking my daughter, freak!" I hear an angry voice on the other end of the line. Of course her father calls, telling me to leave her alone! How did I guess? You see, her father and I never saw eye to eye, but that's exactly what you expect from a girlfriend's dad. But, I accidentally put a little bruise on her one time, and all hell breaks loose. He shouts at me on the phone, he slaps me across the face when Bebe isn't looking, and once he even threw a Molotov cocktail at my car. Luckily, I stole that car, but the message was still received. I text Bebe, only to get a reply of a middle finger picture. "Jesus! Does he have to be such a hard-ass! She's on lockdown, and all I did was smack her once by accident! Fuck!"

I try calling one of the only people that would understand: Kyle. But he beats me to it.

"Hello?"

"Kenny! Is that you?" says an eager Kyle.

"Yeah. I was about to call you."

"How come I couldn't reach you until now?"

"You talk to me only when I want you to."

"What?"

"Never you mind. Now, can you get me to Bebe?"

"I was calling you about just that. She's been acting strange lately."

"Shit. Does she miss me?"

"Uh…" His hesitation disturbs me. "Yeah, she does, a lot!"

"Whew! That's enough to get me by! Now, is there any way I can meet her?"

"Dude, I don't think you should see her."

"Right, right. Are you fucking her?"

"What?"

"You heard me," I say more maliciously.

"Fuck no, dude! Why would I screw her if she's your girlfriend?"

"Swear on your life?"

"I swear on my life, I am not having sex with Kenny's girlfriend, Bebe."

"Good. Now, why'd you call?"

"Well, Bebe has been acting weird towards me."

"How so?"

"Uh, well, yesterday, she, uh, she asked me out."

"I see. Did she ask you to dinner?"

"Yeah, so?"

"That just means she wants to get acquainted with you. Nothing romantic; just a talk, like business men."

"Oh. Well, okay."

"Is that all?"

"Uh, yeah! Sure. Bye!"

He hung up rather quick, there. Even if he swore on his life, I'm still suspicious of what's going on here. Well, we'll just see at the party.

POV: Cartman

"Uh, yeah!" I moan as I masturbate. Okay, so you're probably thinking, "What the fuck? How did we get to this"? Well, after the scene at the hospital, I go home, the next day, after my mom goes out to dinner, (which is usually followed by sex in a car), I go on my computer, and go to a gay porn site, to really check out if I'm gay or not. I whip it out, and watch these two guys get it on, doggystlye. I start to jack off, and I have an orgasm. Two things happened there. One, I'm gay! God damn it! Second, I start jacking off again. I keep masturbating, and I lose track of time.

My mom comes home, and I don't hear her. She hears the sounds from my room, and goes to investigate. She catches me; I'm speechless.

"Oh my God!" she exclaims.

"Mom! Mom, it's not what you think!" I say as she starts balling crying

"What else could it be? You're gay! My only son, a faggot! Why, Jesus? Why?"

"Mom, I'm not gay! I was just seeing if I was, and I'm not!"

"Bullshit! Stop trying to cover your ass! Your cock is out, your jizz is all over the place, there are two fags fucking on the screen, what else could this be? You're a queer!" she says as she cries even more. I can't stand for it.

"Mom, please stop crying! Please!"

"Fuck you! Get out, now!"

"Mom… I'll go. Just stop crying."

POV: Stan

Wendy and me are sitting in the woods near her house on a cold, tranquil, and dusk afternoon. We talk about the party plans as we roast marshmallows. "So, how are we going to get the booze?" I ask my beautiful lass, whose face glows in the soft firelight.

"Well, I was thinking that you could get your dad to buy some."
"Hrm, well, I guess he will if I ask him. It is my birthday, after all."

"Yay! Now, how about a performer?"

"Well, no one I like will play at my party to save their lives, so I guess we can just have a boom box and some party music."

"Alright."

"Anything else?"

"How about our relationship?"

"How did I know you'd pop this question?"

"Hahaha! You're so funny! When should we get married?"

"I think sometime after you finish college and get a good career."

"What about you?"

"I'm not going to college."

"Yes you are."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

"Nuh-uh! I can't! My family doesn't have the money, with Shelly having a baby and all."

"Bullshit! They can just throw her on the street! That's what my parents would do."

"My family can't do that. They're all she has to raise the baby. Sure, we could dump her on the street, like the trash she is, but then she'd be a beggar, like the hobos from seven years ago. Both the baby and her would die. Being their only daughter, my parents could never swallow that down."

"Your family is made of cunts."

"Don't talk about them like that! Have some respect!"

"Sorry. I just really want you to go to college."

"That makes two of us. Apology accepted." We then kissed, and then made out for two minutes (I counted). She then unzipped my pants, and started jacking me off. "An early birthday present, is this?" She then took off her shirt and bra, exposing her beautiful, good sized, supple breasts. I played with them, while she continued to lightly stroke my penis. Something just didn't seem right, though.

"You know what, this isn't the right time." Wendy stated.

"You're right. To be continued?"

"Until tomorrow." We then got dressed, and talked until the fire stopped burning (around ten o'clock).