Chapter 7

When Shelly got a glimpse of the tall towers, she finally slowed down. She made it.

Her little car had managed to travel nonstop for days on the road and it was still working fine. She'd made a good choice. In her mind, there was a high possibility of running this Sara over with it.

No matter, she'd handle that slut as soon as she found Amir's home.

She'd never been to Amir's home just like he'd never been to hers. The only times they ever saw each other was during the summer for a weekend. Amir had relatives in Kansas and so Shelly would persuade her stupid dad to drive her out there. Then she'd hand a fifty, tell him to buy booze, and she'd runoff to meet Amir who'd be waiting by the park. They'd talk, kiss, and maybe even do it but that last one wasn't until much later. Then her dad, sober, would come looking for her and they'd leave. None of their parents were the wiser even though her turd brother once asked why she was going every summer to Kansas for two days. She'd punched him in the face and he never asked again.

Traffic was torture though. She waited impatiently for the line to move. Here she was in a fucking hurry and look what she got landed in. Finally getting enough, she ripped away from the line, parked in a stupid McDonald's parking lot, strapped her bat on her back, and proceeded on foot.

Growing up in South Park where the air was clean and there wasn't that much noise, Shelly hated this New York. She wondered how Amir could live in this shit hole. There were beggars on the streets; there were dirty dealings in the alleys; there were hippies frolicking in the street. Turd, all of them turds. She already hated it and wanted to get out of there.

Someone whistled at her but she ignored it. She had bigger fish to rip the guts off.

Bringing back the address in her mind's eye, she surveyed the buildings in front of her. Despite her diligence, it took her two hours to even walk into the neighbor hood that Amir belonged to.

Aw, there it was. It didn't look like much but then again Amir's family were immigrants. She was ready to cross the street and, yeah, maybe she was feeling some butterflies in her stomach at the thought of seeing Amir again. So what? And yeah, maybe she tried to flatten her hair a bit and wipe the wrinkles out of her clothes, so what? But before she could even take a step to cross, a group of four came walking down the street towards the apartment complex.

And there was Amir being latched on by the slut.

Shelly saw red for the span of two minutes, during which she somehow crossed the street (miraculously not getting hit by a car), grabbed the slut by her long black hair and proceeded to push her out to the street in what would have been called a bitch mud fight, if they'd only been wearing bikinis and if there was, you know, mud.

"Crazy bitch!" Sara screamed as she clawed and kicked at Shelly but Shelly was ruthless. She'd already planted a few good ones and Sara would be hurting later. Someone, or rather, several people called out her name and the red haze disappeared.

Two minutes and Sara was bloody and panting by the curb. The cars were passing by, people were strolling by but no one gave the scene a second glance. In this respect, New York was very similar to South Park.

Standing, Shelly balled her fists, anger still in her eyes, as she advanced towards Amir. He stood his ground, looking firm and, was that relief? Was he relieved that she hadn't killed the slut? Jealousy flared out in an uncontrollable torrent and she snapped out to grab Amir by the neck.

"Don't kill him, Shelly!"

At the sound of that familiar voice, Shelly turned and saw her kid brother pleading with his eyes. How the hell he'd gotten here, she did not know. Why, was even more of a mystery. The point was he was standing right there with his little gay buddy next to him.

Her brother continued speaking putting his hands together like he was praying to her or something, glancing nervously between Amir and Sara. "You don't have to kill Amir. He doesn't even want to marry Sara."

Oh, so they were in first name bases too? She would have gone back and kicked the bitch while she was down but the second part registered in her brain. Glancing back at Amir, she looked into his dark eyes to confirm what had been said. All she saw was sadness and love for her. That was all she needed to know. Without thinking she reached out and drew his body close to her. She hugged him only for a moment, but it was enough for Stan to stare in amazement. Then she pulled back and moved her hand from Amir's neck, to his hand and started tugging him along. "We're getting out of this shit hole." She glared down at Sara and then proceeded to barrel through the street and back to her car. She wasn't even checking to see if her brother was following. All she could think about was Amir's hand in hers and how warm it was.

"Slow down!" Stan cried out back. Kyle was running next to him, huffing.

"Jesus Christ man!" Kyle breathed staring in amazement at Shelly's sprint. "She's like a professional runner."

Stan nodded, completely understanding where his friend was coming from, having never been able to outrun his sister in anything. Even now that he'd managed to join the football team. He couldn't help but think Shelly would have made a great football player but quickly shook the thought away when Shelly started moving further and further away. "We better pick up the pace."

"How?" Kyle asked. He was going at full speed as it was. He couldn't take much more of this. Besides playing basketball in elementary, he hadn't played any other sports so he was really out of shape. That's it, he thought. When I get back home, I'm going to join the Track Team.

Shelly weaved through the streets like if she'd been doing this all her life. She knew exactly where to go. A plan was forming in her mind; something that would guarantee Amir stayed hers and only hers. There was no point in talking it over with him or anyone really, she was going to do this with or without his or anyone's consent. She reached her truck in half the time it took her to find Amir's apartment.

She fished her keys out and unlocked the doors. She pushed Amir inside and he scooted over to the shotgun seat before Shelly slid into the driver's seat. She slipped the key in the ignition and started the car just as Stan and Kyle slammed into the car and rushed inside.

Stan was red and glaring at his older sister. "Thanks for waiting."

She just sneered. "No one asked you to come, turd." He didn't answer and Shelly hit reverse and started to get out of there.

Stan settled down and looked at the car with a raised eyebrow. Kyle also had the same look on his face. As far as he knew, Shelly didn't own a car. When had she gotten one? Then again, he didn't want to know. Considering it was his sister, there was probably a whole mess of bloodshed and beating up to go along with it. He heard Kyle trying to calm his breathing and looked over at him to see if he was okay. "Do you need your penicillin?"

Kyle shook his head and gave Stan a crooked smile. "Stan, running has nothing to do with my being diabetic."

Oh, right.

He nodded with a sheepish smile and turned to look out the window. He blinked. Whoa, they must be going fast because they were already out of New York and it didn't look like Shelly was going to slow down soon. He wanted to ask where they were going; if she was taking them home now, but was afraid she'd blow up and try to hit him or something.

Thankfully, Amir was wondering the same thing and, unlike Stan, wouldn't get hit if he asked her.

"Shelly," he asked staring straight at the side of her face. "Where are we going?"

His sister did not look away from the road. She looked like she was in deep concentration and so she didn't say anything for a while. But Amir was persistent. He kept staring at her, waiting. He knew she was debating on whether to tell them the truth, or flat out lie.

"Las Vegas," she said.

That snapped Kyle out of his half doze. "What?" he cried. He stared at Shelly in horror. "I can't go to Las Vega, that place is horrible. What are we going to do, gamble? We're underage."

Stan wanted to get Kyle to shut up but surprisingly, Shelly just laughed her hissing laugh. "No, turd, I wanna get married." She looked at Amir who blushed. She pointed a finger, "We're getting married and you better say yes."

Amir would have said yes to anything for Shelly. Actually, he didn't find it that bad when he thought about marrying Shelly; nothing like with Sara. He even smiled softly as he turned his face to stare back out at the road.

Behind them, Stan was staring at his sister. Married? Shelly married? The idea was so alien, so fucking messed up that Stan was pretty sure he was dreaming. This just couldn't be real. All the things that came with marrying came to mind and Stan would have screamed bloody murder at the horrible scenes flashing across his mind's eye: Shelly in a wedding dress, Shelly making out with Amir, Shelly as a mom. Hell, he freaked out when an image of Shelly, in a kitchen apron, spatula in hand, came to mind. Goddammit, he was going to have nightmares for this.

He felt a hand on his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles. Kyle was trying to stop Stan from going into shock. Lucky for them, Stan's asthma had cleared up when he was younger so they didn't have to worry about one of those attacks.

Shelly pretended not to notice how her declaration had upset her brother.

"You can't," Stan finally said. He glared at Shelly's head. "Our parents…"

"What about our parents?" Shelly snapped. She could care less what her parents thought. "Shut the fuck up, turd." She didn't want to hear anymore of his fucking whining and complaining. God, she hated little brothers.

"I don't suppose you'll drop us off in South Park on your way to Las Vegas?" Kyle said banging his head on the window.

Shelly frowned. She would have loved to do that, get rid of the two turds and have Amir all to herself. But considering what her turd brother was spewing, he'd go running to their parents and tell them everything. Naw, she couldn't risk it. She'd just have to put up with them for a couple of days. It would all be worth it in the end. Besides, she could keep her brother and his fag friend under control and they might be useful later, like for bait, or a means to get more cash cause she was running out.

Her silence was answer enough and Kyle closed his eyes. His mother was going to be super pissed. She'd probably pop a blood vessel again.

Stan seemed to read his mind because he said, "Maybe they haven't noticed."

Kyle gave Stan a 'are you shitting me' look. "My mom knows all."

Stan patted his friend compassionately. Sadly, he did know how Sheila Broflovski tended to react. It got him to wonder what his parents were doing at that exact moment. If they were worried and desperately searching for them…

Back in South Park:

Randy and Sharon Marsh were sitting down watching their daily show. Sharon kept giggling and swatting Randy's hand because he kept rubbing his leg against hers. Randy just smiled and slid his arm under his sweater. "Stop that," she scolded but with a smile. "The children could see."

Randy shook his head. "Sharon, they're grown up kids. They'll know to leave so that mommy and daddy can have some fun time." With that, he leaned in and captured her lips but she pulled away. A frown on her face.

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen the kids all day." She looked up at the stairs in worry. "They've been real quiet all day. Maybe something's wrong," but before she could get up and investigate, Randy's hand shot up and held her in place.

"Sharon," he said, staring in her eyes with a serious expression. "I'm horny. Shelly's probably still locked away in her room and Stan's probably playing with his little gays friends." He smiled and kissed her again, this time Sharon relaxed. "Leave it alone."

Completely letting go of worry, she let herself be convinced by Randy.

"Besides," Randy added, "It's been such a great day, why not end it like this?"

Inside the house, everything was silent except for them.