Title: Honors Level
Author: flannelninja
A/N: Today is the day… and thank you, you beautiful reviewers. (Marcus: King Finch shines upon you.) This Chapter will focus more on Kyle and Stan. I love those blokes. Don't worry Kenny lovers, Alira's party is coming up and it's sure to be the bomb diggity. Yes, I just said that. -.-
Disclaimer: I own nothing: Except Marcus. And your mind! Muah-ha-ha!
Chapter 4- The Thrilling Romantic Escapades of Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski
Kyle and Stan stared dreamily across the library, watching the librarian talk to various students and help them check out books. Her name was Amy Wang. She was Asian. She wore stilettos. It was hot. In a world where the only hot middle aged women in town were their friend's mothers, Ms. Wang was a worthy subject of gawking. And so they did: Every single flipping day. And it was starting to piss Kyra McCloud off.
She loved her friends. She really did. If she didn't, she probably wouldn't have hung out with them in the first place. But she would go into the library every day after school, and she would ask them, "Hey guys, want to come to the arcade with me?" hoping that she could get an ounce of companionship and possibly show off her mad skills to Stan. And every day their answer would be the same. "Nope. Staring. Sorry." To top it all off, they said it in unison. The decision was unanimous.
But today (the third day of Cartman's new schedule), Kyra McCloud wasn't going to take no for an answer. This had gone on far too long, and although they were "growing boys," she couldn't help but think this obsession with the librarian was unhealthy. They needed to go out, stretch their legs… and play videogames with Kyra.
She walked up to them carefully, a meticulously planned stratagem in her head. She had arguments, she had tactics, and she had a brilliant line of attack. She opened her mouth, and was immediately interrupted. "Nope. Staring. Sorry." She wanted to punch them in their stupid gaping faces. She hated being cut-off more than anything. Suddenly, the plan meant nothing to her. Without warning, she grabbed their hands and dragged them out of the room, not adhering to their boyish cries.
O-o-O-o-O
Kyle and Stan sat at one of the crappy plastic/wood (seriously, who knows what those things are made out of?) tables that made up the food court as Kyra got her healthy smoothie. Really, she was even straight-edge with food! Stan and Kyle looked at her sadly as she returned. It was clear they wanted to go back to the library. Stan even looked a little resentful. Kyra began to get a little nervous. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
"Let's go," she smiled, but her features gave the boys more of a wince.
They reluctantly got up from the table. On their way to the arcade, they passed an array of familiar faces, and they couldn't help but cheer up while listening to their conversations.
Craig, Tweek and Alira were walking in the opposite direction when they heard this tidbit for example:
"You two would make such an adorable couple!"
"We're not gay…" Craig flipped her off.
"Except for each other," She smiled. "Don't worry, I support my biffles' homosexuality one hundred and twenty percent. When Kyra, Stan and Kyle laughed at this, they were flipped off by the trio as well.
Also in the mall that day: Lilly, the language teacher, and Charlie, the raving homosexual. They appeared to be having an interesting conversation as well:
"OOH! ANOTHER SALE!"
"In my old country, they would tell someone like you 'Chi be vive, ben muore'," said the girl. It was quite obvious that the boy didn't understand.
"Um… yeah…" he drawled, arm locked with hers, "I like shopping, too…"
When the three companions were a safe enough distance away to gossip without being heard. "Hey, Kyra…."
"Yeah, Kyle?"
"What was she saying back there?"
"She says it a lot actually. Apparently it means, 'A good life makes an easy death.'"
"Morbid," Stan muttered.
"Totally…"
O-o-O-o-O
Marcus' nerd senses were tingling. Somewhere, some way… his high score was being beat. "NO!" He cried into Butters' shoulder. "Butters… the symbol of our eternal friendship, and," he coughed, "romance…"
Butters sighed. This happened every day. Curse Kyra and Stan and their affinity for DDR. After they finished their homework together, they'd probably have to go to their arcade and play the game for hours.
O-o-O-o-O
Kyle watched in awe as Stan and Kyra paced the machine, going faster and faster, jumping up in the air occasionally, high-fiving and switching spots every so often… it was amazing. He wished he had coordination. Eventually, Kyra, with her gamers' stamina would run out of breath, and it was Kyle's turn to play. He would always fail within the first twenty-three seconds. Except for that one time… he remembered proudly.
Ivory had been there, watching, too… He sighed at the memory. It had been awesome. He hadn't made the high score board or anything… that was for crazy kids like Marcus and Kyra… or kids like Stan with enough muscle and energy to play for hours and actually practice.
Kyle breathed in deeply. He heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hey…" it said quietly. Oh, shit. Ivory? He could never pull off the score he had last time. He was going to humiliate himself!
A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Next chapter we return to Cartman. Eventually there will be a part 2 to this. Probably after Alira's party. This will be the shortest chapter, and hopefully one of the only fillers. It was mostly so I could give everybody else some screen time. Except for Jalen. When will I ever fit you in? –crys-