Drain You Chapter 3: D7, a south park fanfic

YAY an update ;D Yahh, sorry that all of my story's are takin awhile to update—I haven't given up on any of em—but I've actually been uber busy lately. I got caught skipping my math exam today [thank god no one found out I was actually at my boyfriend's place XD] so maybe this weekend I'll actually have time to write cos I'll hafta stay home. Hehe. Anywho sorry for the short chapter but enjoy nonetheless! R&R ;DD

~Peace, Love, Empathy~

!~~Mick~~!

Disclaimer: South Park & D7 by Nirvana=NOT MINE! NO WAYYY

Straight as an arrow

Defect defect

Not straight, not so straight

Reject reject

Towards anti-social

Solo solo

Standing on the stairs

Cold, cold morning

Ghostly image of fear

Mayday mayday

Gonna leave this region

They'll take me with them

Dimension seven

Straight as an arrow

Defect defect

Not straight, not so straight

Reject reject

Towards anti-social

So dumb so dumb

Standing on the stairs

Cold, cold morning

Ghostly image of fear

Mayday mayday

Gonna leave this region

They'll take me with them

Dimension seven

What's the best way to spend a Sunday afternoon? Walking around your old hometown with your old best friend reliving past memories? I think yes. And that's just what I'm doing right now. I'm wobbling unsteadily across the ice of Starks Pond with Ike Broflovski and truthfully—I couldn't be happier or more confused. I've been apathetic for so long that this rush of emotion is freaking me out. "Having fun?" Ike calls from over his shoulder as he breezes past, the boy's not even on skates yet he's gliding over the frozen water as if he were.

"Definitely" I can't keep the sarcasm out of my voice and I cringe when I see a flash of hurt in the ravenette's pale eyes. The last thing I wanna do is hurt him.

Ike comes to a halt, the toe of his holey Converse bumping into a snow drift. "What's wrong Star? You've kinda been like this since I showed up"

I sigh and glance up at him. I'm not acting any more depressed than usual but of course Ike never knew me as the negative bitch I am now. "It's just" I breathe, fogging up the air in front of us. "You remember me as someone—I'm—it's like I'm a different person now. How can you even stomach it?" What must he think of how pale and skinny I am, of my fire-engine-red hair, of the black ringing my eyes? How can't he be disgusted? Ike's hands brush over my hips and he settles them there, almost as if we've never been apart, almost like we're lovers or something. Its way too weird, I jerk away from his touch automatically. Again hurt wells up in the crystalline irises. Oh no. You see, he'd be better off without me. "I'm sorry"

"F—for what? I'm so fucking confused right now?" There's no hint of humor in his voice, have I fucked things up already? It would be no surprise. I squeeze my eyes shut and whip around, tense and ready to leave. But he was never one to let things go easily. "Star" Before I know it my shoulders are seized and Ike's long fingers are lifting my chin to bring me to his eyelevel. "What happened to you?"

I give him the same melancholy look my mom gave my dad at the airport. "I grew up."

But then he does something that both takes me off guard and instantly makes me feel alright; he takes my hand in his. "That doesn't mean we can't be best friends again"

I bite my lip—probably smearing plum purple lipstick all over my teeth—and smile waveringly. "You're right" I squeeze Ike's hand. Because there's nothing in the world I want more than my old friends back.

"BROFLOVSKI!" The harsh yet definitely female voice breaks all the pent up tension in the air. Thank God for—no way—is that—it is…

"Bugs?" Her name comes out a question because fuck…if I thought Ike changed in looks…Bugs Montgomery is a whole other person. Her hair is still that wispy chocolate brown only now it's spiked out and streaked through with electric blue, her skin is pale and as always bruised and battered from many a skateboarding incident—if she even skateboards anymore, for all I know she could have been beaten up by a T-Rex.

She narrows her optics and then her face breaks out in a carefree grin. "Star? Shit son…" I can feel her sizing me up, as kids Bugs had been one of my best friends. Me, her, Ike, Vergil Day and Theo Sykes, I wonder what happened to those two rascals—

"DUCK!" I'm not left wondering for long because moments after the one boy yells I'm tackled into a snow bank by another.

"Nngh" I rub my forehead—that baby's gonna bruise—and find myself looking into a pair of mischievous unbelievably-bright-blue eyes. He's smirking in that cocksure way he had even as a kid, his chestnut hair is looking untamable as always. Theodore Sykes. Oh how I missed you. "Theo!"

His smile doesn't waver "Star!" I never understood how both Theo and his super-best-bud Vergil kept tans during the winter—most of the year in South Park—but they always did. Now is no different. I've never been able to tan, not that I'm jealous; imagine what dark skin would look like with my current hair color? "Since when're you back!"

"Since today!"

"Awesome!" A new voice exclaims, and with that Theo is shoved into the snow beside me and Vergil Day takes his best friends place leaning over me. "Heya Star!"

"Hey Verg" I can't help but be pent up when I'm around these two fireballs; they just have an energy around them that makes you wanna giggle and grin non-stop, they've always had that presence. I'm glad at least a few things in South Park are the same. Bugs is still a punky tomboy, Theo and Verg are still best friends, Ike is still the sweetest thing alive. Thank God for that much. "Still haven't bought a hair brush I see" I laugh, nodding towards Vergil and raising a skinny eyebrow, yup; the boy's shaggy brown hair is messy as per normal.

"Nope" He flashes a pearly white oh-so-boyish grin my way and then rolls over to sit with his knee's on either side of Theo's chest. "I see red's still your favorite color" Verg pulls at a strand of my chin length scarlet hair and I blush and nod. "But the style" He nods to my all-black attire "Kinda changed"

"Yeah" I shrug and prop myself up on the elbows of my buckle-up black jacket. "I like the color black too"

"You mean shade" Ike smirks; he pushes me back into the snow and sits on my chest in the same fashion Verg is sitting on Theo.

"Oh God you guys" Bugs rolls her eyes, her hands stuffed into the pockets of her baggy jeans. Her eyes are lined with the same amount of jet-black raccoon-makeup as mine are which makes me feel slightly less like a freak. "I've missed ya Star"

"Frig I missed you too" I smile up at Bugs from my current position—being squished into the snow bank by Ike—and bite my lip. "It's really great to see you guys again" Theo and Vergil grin their toothy grins, Bugs shrugs and her pale cheeks flush, smiling only slightly—but for Bugs that barely there smile is the best you'll get—and Ike, I guess his face—the dimples, the sparse freckles, the almost-transparent blue irises and the dark hair—is what I missed the most. And with those full rosy lips, just slightly discolored teeth and of course the baby-soft-skin, his smile is by far the best. Not to say that I don't love Verg, Bugsie and Theo as well. But I guess-I don't know…first love is always the best. And I think I'm still sorta in love. Cos even when I was a kid I knew we had something.

"Star?" The flat voice comes from a grove of nearby dead trees. Goths? My eyes widen when I recognize the face—petite features, owl-large hazel eyes, milky white skin, thick painted-black mouth, yellowing teeth, sweeping ink-black bangs, dark hollows-and I can feel my heart fly up to my throat. Fuck. Things just got a whole lot more confusing.

Straight as an arrow

Defect defect

Not straight, not so straight

Reject reject

Towards anti-social

So dumb so dumb

Dimension seven

THE OC'S:

Vergil Day

Bugs Montgomery

Theo Sykes

Oh just a note older characters like Vean and Jude will be featured [because I love the alcoholic King & stoner Queen so fucking much] but only minorley cos this is a Ike-aged OC fic. Oh and also I still haven't figured out who to pair Star with in the end. Who do you think; Ike or Georgie? Dum dum dum. Only time will tell ;D

OC'S TO BE USED:

Addison McVim [PLEASE send me Addie's info!] [=

Christy & Nathan Morejon

Isabelle Layke

Laura McCarthy

Kuran Montri

Hope Tompson

Emilie Griffiths

Zora Cody

Taylor O'Neil

I'll be accepting a few more OC's, some boys would be nice! Again, R&R and I'll give you a magical sammich and special brownies ;D