And yet another chapter in my totally random story which does have a storyline, I swear.

This chapter is a bit more light hearted then the last one.

Another thanks to omg.you.killed.kenny for reviewing and giving me warm fuzzies.

Enjoy!
Peeve


Chapter Seven
Casual Affair

I woke up at eight in the morning. The other three were still asleep, but I had expected that. I was a morning person, so I never expected anyone to wake up when I did. I quietly got up and went downstairs to make myself a cup of hot chocolate. I wanted to get back to my house as soon as possible so I could check on Kenny before the game. Not to mention, I was supposed to pick up Stan because I had his car.

I sat at the kitchen table, sipping the hot chocolate, waiting for someone else to wake up. About an hour after I had got up, Wendy came down the stairs and smiled at me to say good morning.

"How did you sleep?" She asked

"Alright," I said "I was just thinking I should perhaps head home and get ready for the game.

"Yeah, it is only three hours til the game." She said thoughtfully.

"Do you want to pick up Stan?" I said "Because I have his car and he can't get there any other way."

"Yeah, I can do that." She said sitting next to me.

We sat in companionable silence, while we both drank our hot chocolates. I finished shortly after she had sat down, so I got up and rinsed my cup before putting it in the dish washer.

"I think I'll head off then." I said.

"Yeah, alright." She said. "See you at the game."

"Yeah, see you." I went to go upstairs and get my stuff.

"Just leave it, I'll bring it to the game so you don't wake the other two."

"Cool, thanks Wendy." I said

"No problem."

I grabbed my shoes and walked out to Stan's car, throwing my shoes in the back.

I didn't mind Stan's car, it was a red Porsche GT2, and he had split the price with his parents. It was a really nice car, and he really took good care of it. I was surprised his let borrow it, and I was surprised no-one had tried to steal it when I was at Kenny's the night before.

I got home in record time and was greeted by the smell of pancakes. I checked on Kenny as I walked past his room. He was fast asleep still. I closed the door and walked into the kitchen.

"I'm home." I said to mum, who was flipping pancakes.

"I can see." She said "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah, it was fun." I said. "Was Kenny alright?"

"He's been asleep the whole time." She said

"Good." I said.

"Poor child." Mum said. I nodded.

"So... pancakes for breakfast. Good choice."

"I thought so." She said. "You want to go wake him?"

"Sure." I said.

I opened the door and went over to the bed. He looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn't really want to wake him up. But, I had a feeling he would appreciate it more if he could have pancakes. I shook him slightly.

"Kenny!" I said.

His eye's fluttered open and he took a second to focus on me, then he grinned.

"It's morning?" He asked. I nodded. "And I'm not at home."

I returned his grin, "And mum is making pancakes."

"I am getting up." He said, sitting up. I smiled and went to leave.

"Hey Trace?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't suppose there is anything around here that I could wear?" he asked

"Sure, I have some of my brother's stuff you can use." I said, motioning for him to follow me. He leapt out of the bed and followed me. He was wearing the same pants and shirt he was wearing when I had brought him here.

"Morning." Mum said to Kenny as we went past.

"Morning." He said to her.

"Hey Mum, I was going to give Kenny Jordan's old stuff. Where is it?"

"In the other spare room." She said

"I thought so, just checking."

Kenny followed me into the other spare room and after a few minutes of rummaging around in the cupboard I found a couple of boxes.

"Here, take this one and I'll bring the other one."

We took the boxes back to Kenny's room and I left him to find something to wear. While I waited I started eating my pile of pancakes, which mum placed in front of me.

"What do you think?"

It was strange when Kenny came out wearing my brother's clothes, they suddenly didn't look like my brothers clothes at all, it was like he had gone and bought new clothes for himself, and that was strange.

"They fit alright, don't they." Mum said. Inspecting him

"Yeah, they look good." I said.

"Have a seat Kenny, I've made you some pancakes."

"Thanks." Kenny said, sitting down across from me at the table. Moments later the plate of pancakes arrived in front of Kenny. He looked pretty shocked at the size of the pile. I wondered if he had ever been given that much food before. He didn't take long to start eating though.

We ate quickly, and I left Kenny to finish his breakfast while I went to get ready. While I was getting ready, I found out later, mum gave him two more plates. When I was ready, I came out just as he finished his last plate.

"Ready to go?" I asked

"Yep."

"You two off?" Mum asked

"Yep." I said

"Do you need money for lunch?" she asked.

"Um... let me check." I said pulling out my wallet. "I think I'll need ten dollars."

"Here you go." Mum said, pulling out ten dollars. I passed it to Kenny who looked at it as though he hadn't expected it, which he probably hadn't. He didn't say anything about it until we were in the car.

"Why did you give me the money?"

"Because, you have to be able to buy lunch too."

"But..."

"It's no issue Kenny." I said "My mum is a lawyer, we're pretty well off. Don't worry about it."

"But..."

"Kenny, you say one more word about it and I will never talk to you again." I said

He sighed and tucked the money in his pocket.


When we got to the football field, I paid for us both to get in and parked the car.

"Hey!" Token yelled from nearby. "We saved you two seats!"

"Coming!" I yelled. Kenny and I pushed our way through the throng of South Park and Middle Park spectators and finally managed to reach the spot where everyone was. I sat between Bebe and Pip. Bebe leaned over towards me.

"Why did you come in with Kenny?" She yelled over the noise

"I gave him a lift." I yelled back. "What time did you wake up at in the end?"

"About ten."

"Ye gad. How did you get ready in time?"

"I had to rush."

"I imagine so." I said. She became distracted by Jason, her current boyfriend, who had just run onto the field with the rest of the South Park players. Stan ran up to the stands and said something to Wendy, Wendy nodded and kissed him on the head before sitting back down.

Kyle and Clyde waved to us before running out onto the field. Craig, being Craig, ran in front of the Middle Park stand and flipped 'em off. He did it every game, and every game the Middle Park spectators got worked up, and every game the South Park spectators would cheer him on.

Clyde ordered the team into a huddle and began giving them some sort of pep-talk. Aside from being the team captain he also played centre in the offensive and a linebacker in the defensive. No one had expected him to be elected team captain, but according to Kyle he had great leadership and everyone respected him, not to mention the fact he had never lost them the game.

Stan had been the obvious selection for captain in keeping with the Star Quarterback stereotype. Apparently though, he had said he didn't want it because he sucked at leading and his defence sucked. He usually played a strong safety and was usually backed up by Kyle.

Kyle played free safety in the defensive and running back in the offensive. Apparently, Clyde had decided these were the best positions for him because he was the fastest player they had.

Craig was the best offensive tackler the team had ever seen, or that's what Clyde told me. He also told me that it was difficult to tell exactly what Craig did when they were in the defensive.

I have just sprouted all the facts, but really I have no idea what I just told you. I had seen my fair share of games since I got to Colorado but the only rule I had figure out was 'Get the ball over the line'. I relied entirely on when the people around me were cheering to determine when I should cheer.

Clyde and the captain of the Middle Park team met in the centre and shook hands. Then the umpire tossed the coin and the Middle Park captain called. The umpire checked the coin and gave the choice of side to Clyde. Clyde choose to defend the end opposite where we were sitting. He yelled at the team members and four of them went to sit down for the quarter.

The other team kicked of the ball and the game began. For about five minutes the ball went back and forth up the field. The only bits of the game I understood were the snaps.

The teams would get into formation, Clyde would have the ball and Stan would be behind him. Clyde would flick the ball to Stan under his legs and then everyone would go insane and try to run everyone else over. That is exactly what happened every time. I never got the point, and I never understood how it worked. I made a mental note to teach them how to play Australian Rules football one day.

The game was played in twelve minute quarters, and as soon as the first quarter was over the players grabbed there water bottles and huddled again.

"Why do they always huddle like that." I asked.

"Clyde has to tell them the snap count."

"Snap count?"

"You know, it's so they have the element of surprise when they decide to snap."

"Um..."

"It's not really important that you know. As long as the players know."

"Ok."

Americans are crazy I have desided. They have to make ten million rules for everything. It was so annoying.

They broke again and went into another quarter of the same brutal bashing of each other. I desided it was a really good thing that they wore helmets and as much padding as they did. I was pretty sure some of the players would have serious injuries if they didn't wear it.

There was one minute until half time and they were preparing for another snap. Clyde passed the ball to Stan and ran forward straight away. However, Kyle was already some distance towards the end where South Park planned to score. Stan threw the ball to Kyle, who caught it then started running towards the touchdown line.

"Go Kyle!"

"Run Broflovski!"

While Kyle was running, I saw the Middle Park players were trying to run after him but the other South Park players were colliding with them to make sure they didn't get him. He was nearly at the end zone when this huge player started to catch up. Without realising I screamed at the top at my lungs for Kyle to 'bloody well run faster'. Suddenly Craig came out of nowhere and hit the player square in the side, sending them both to the ground and giving Kyle the chance to make a touchdown.

Craig stood up, flipped off the player he had just tackled then went back to the bench to get his water bottle. Kyle, who was still recovering from the run, yelled something at Craig, and Craig shrugged and yelled something back.

The siren rang for half-time and the players all sat down on the bench and took a drink. The food stalls opened up, just outside of the bleachers and people all poured out of them to get lunch.

Clyde slammed Stan on the back in thanks for the great throw, and then he congratulated Craig and Kyle for their teamwork in getting the touchdown. All four boys came up towards us at the bleachers, where we had desided to wait for their to be less of a crowd for food.

"Good work, Kyle." Bebe said "You are a really fast runner."

"That's probably why I play running back." He said. "Thanks."

"Nice tackle Craig." I said. He just shrugged

"The guy was a push-over."

"He was huge." I said

"He had no balance though. Lucky he didn't land on me though."

I laughed, "Well anyway, nice work."

The half-time cheer off started. The Middle Park team preformed their routine first, and they were pretty good. Then the South Park cheerleaders came out. About half way through the routine they formed a pyramid and to our shock at the top of the pyramid stood the pinnacle of all things bitchy.

It was Clare Cosmopolitan and she was grinning like she had single-handedly won the game.


Ok, so I know nothing about American Football except what I have seen in movies etc. So I had to improvise from there. Wikipedia was useful too.

Review please and no flames.

Peeve