Chapter 4 – All the Live Long Day

Stan was starting to hate school. All the students were being pressured by these tests, which just put more stress in his already hectic life. His friends weren't helping, either. Kenny and Cartman were too into their "slap-bet," and Kyle and Wendy were still acting weird. Not that Stan had suddenly gone back to acting normal or anything.

It was during a school assembly when Stan really realized just how… different his life was starting to turn out. PC Principal was addressing the students about the tests and how super-duper important they were. If he heard any more about these stupid tests, he felt he would explode.

"All right students, listen up!" PC Principal announced, "In order to promote team work and dissuade any bullying, I have designed a T-Shirt for everyone to wear while everyone is taking these tests. This includes the physical education ones!"

Instead of the cheers PC Principal was expecting, this news was met with groans. They were met with even more groans when Mr. Mackey came out with a large box and revealed the T-Shirt design.

There was no thought put into the design whatsoever. Every ugly pukey color seemed to be splattered haphazardly across the shirt, with only like, one or two pleasing colors. If one looked closely enough, one could see the "picture" was supposed to be a flower, but looking too closely at it might cause one to go blind.

"I know," PC Principal said proudly, misinterpreting everyone's disgusted looks, "I think they turned out pretty well myself. And everyone gets one!"

Butters raised his hand. "Yes, Butters?" the principal called.

"Do we have to?" he wondered, his voice filled with disgust. Several students around him all murmured their agreement.

"Of course!" PC Principal declared, "They represent our unity as a school, so that no one is different! We're all connected!"

"Those shirts look like they were designed by a monkey coming off a three-day sugar binge," Stan muttered to Kenny and Kyle, who were sitting next to him. They both nodded in agreement.

No one was excited as Mr. Mackey and some of the other teachers started handing out shirts. Stan took his and was going to try to take a better look at it, but just holding it in his hands kind of made him nauseous. Cartman, Kenny, and Kyle were having much of the same reaction.

After the assembly, the four boys stood together, gazing at their ugly new shirts. It was several minutes before anyone spoke.

"Do you think PC Principal would accept an excuse of burning the shirt of why we can't wear it?" Kyle wondered.

"(He would probably just give you another one,)" Kenny told him.

"Damn," Kyle muttered.

"Ugh, these shirts are making me hungry," Cartman groaned. He tossed the shirt over his shoulder and started walking towards the cafeteria.

"What doesn't make you hungry, fatass?" Kyle wondered.

"Fuck you, Queer-Jew!" Cartman snarled.

"Hey, you said you weren't going to tease us about that!" Stan growled. He tried to hide the blush that was forming on his face.

Cartman was about to respond, but at that moment there was a loud shout from the principal. "Eric!" he exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

Startled, Cartman turned around. "Um, going to the cafeteria?" he replied in a confused voice. PC Principal glared down at him.

"And why is your shirt on the floor?" he demanded.

Eyes wide, Cartman glanced behind him to where he had thrown the ugly shirt on the floor. Before he could even attempt to explain, PC Principal grabbed him by the ear, dragging him to his office and muttering something about "respecting authority."

With that, Stan, Kyle, and Kenny were left alone. Before Kenny could say anything, Stan and Kyle quickly walked away in different directions. He sighed heavily.

…

After he got home that night, all Kyle wanted to do was relax and not have to think of anything. Maybe if he relaxed enough he would get over the guilt of kissing Wendy. Apparently, someone didn't want him to do that, as there was ringing at the door. Sighing, Kyle got up, and went to answer it. He was a little confused when he saw Stan standing there. And also a bit worried. Kyle shuffled his feet a little.

"Oh, hey dude," he greeted "What are you doing here?"

"I want to know what's going on with you and Wendy!" Stan demanded.

Kyle gulped. "Er, I don't know what you mean," he lied, his eyes shifting to the floor. Stan glared at him.

"You know perfectly well what I mean!" he snapped, "You and Wendy have been avoiding me, and I want to know why!"

"We're not avoiding you!" Kyle claimed, "You've been avoiding me! You've been acting strange ever since Token's party!"

"Don't try and change the subject," Stan growled, though he started to look a bit nervous, "This is about you!"

"Is it?" Kyle accused, "Because where I'm standing it seems like something is bothering you, and you just don't want to talk about it! You're always like this, Stan! You never- "

Kyle was suddenly cut off when Stan cupped his face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

I'm not really sure what to say about this one. I don't like PC Principal, so expect for him to be an ass in this.