GAHH! IM SO FRICKEN SORRY! its been almost three weeks since ive updated this and i left you guys on a pretty severe cliffhanger last time. i feel terrible, i love all of your guys, please forgive me and my horribleness. I keep forgetting to mention this, but if you havent figured it out, a porteller is my interpretation of a futureistic phone. its sort of like a phone on steroids mixed with chuck norris, supreme epicocity and can do ANYTHING. thanks for putting up with me and my update will be sooner i PROMISE! if you want to yell at me o give me forgiveness, PM me. Please enjoy, i made it extra special for you.
I dont own south park, aduh. lol matt and trey do.
I swallowed, panicking. His wide eyes glowed in the darkness of the room as he stared back at me, a question in his gaze that I wasn't sure I could meet. Our bodies were to close, our breaths too hot on my face. It was almost too much to know that he was breathing the same air, the claustrophobia was overwhelming me, as though he has taken the blanket and rolled it around my body. It constricted me and left me silent, hoping he couldn't see through the darkness at my blushing face.
"Stan, did you just kiss my forehead?" he asked.
I wasn't sure what to say, we were in the same bed for fucks sake, I just kissed his forehead. I hadn't had too many friends before, getting close to other people was forbidden in Nirvana, but I was pretty sure this was more intimate than normal friends, which is what we were, just friends. No matter how much more I craved for.
"Yeah, I mean were close enough friends right? No big deal," I shrugged, faking nonchalance and acting as though my heart wasn't beating so fast that it was nearly painful.
"Yeah dude, I mean were best friends, it doesn't matter if some of the shit we do is weird to other people," he smiled.
I don't know whether to relieved or upset.
"Yeah exactly!" I grin through it though, it's always easier to pretend, then people won't realize how completely imperfect I am and how completely perfect everyone else is besides me.
He wrapped his arms around me and I did the same to him, seeing as it was freezing and we only had this thin blanket "Best friends" he smirked. I smiled.
"Yupp, good night BEST FRIEND."
"You too BEST FRIEND" he managed to sleep, while I watched the moonlight dance across his skin until finally it made my eyelids heavy and I managed to daze off in a snooze.
"WAKE UP ASSHOLE COCKSUCKERS!" we jumped, causing him to fall off the bed and me to get tangled in the blanket.
Dammit, I knew this would feel claustrophobic.
I struggled out of it as Kenny laughed his ass off. Douchebag "Come on, we start training today and the arena we practice in was sent to our portellers, get up!" and with that, he made a perverted gesture and left.
Form the hall, all we heard was a strange slurping sound, a grunt, and a squeal of "KENNY MCCORMICK!" from an embarrassed Butters.
We laugh, knowing whatever he did was something a normal mind would not be without thinking of how strange they were. Kenny wasn't normal though, Kenny was Kenny.
We manage to get out of our predicaments without any other occurrences and fine, once again, there were eggs out for us to eat. Could Kenny cook something BESIDES eggs?
We both scoop up two spoonfuls, knowing today would be important, and eat in silence. Well, until Kenny had to open his big mouth.
"So, you two . . . pretty hot," he winked at us.
I felt my face burn. I sort of wanted to punch him, more than once.
"No! Were just friends, it was fucking freezing out. Best friends can do shit without it being gay, right Stan?" he looked at me a second after I gained my composer.
"Right! God Kenny, stop being a fucking pervert," I looked at him as though he was being strange, but he knew everything, and he read through me as easily as a book. I pretended I saw nothing and finished off my food, just like everyone else.
The cackling of the speaker coming to life took a few seconds to become clear, but soon it even out to Tenorman's voice "Ladies and Gentleman, those of you in group A, please head to the arenas to practice for the battle. A date for the attack will be announced when it becomes clearer." And the speaker clicked off.
I grabbed mine from the table where I had left it to charge and sure enough, we were in group A. "Let's go,"
We walked down the street, Kenny and Butters holding hands, while I had to fight the temptation of doing the same thing to Kyle
managed.
I realized that they were leading us to Tenorman's building. "uh guys, are we going to The main building?"
"You'll understand soon enough," Kyle said, not explaining anything.
When we got there, we waited for Tenorman to come out. Other people arrived, including Craig, Red, Clyde, Wendy, and a girl I'd seen around here often but hadn't gotten to know, even though she looked about our age.
"Hey guys," Token jogged up, smiling at the new girl. She had dark skin, black hair that she pulled up into a thick ponytail, and a nice, white smile. "I forgot to mention, this is Nicole, shes new,"
I immediately sympathized with her, seeing her nervous face. We all smiled and waved, except for Clyde, who of course grabbed her hand and slammed her, gently for once, against his shoulder. She stumbled away, surprised, but just kept her grin on trying to be nice.
"Okay!" we all jumped at the sudden booming voice of Tenorman, smiling despite the attack coming up. "Look at your portellers and see the room you have been designated to, and then go through the door on the right and find it. There will be trainers to teach you how to fight and if there are any problems, push the button by the door and I will come to your aid. The session I will be over at twelve for lunch, in approximately 4 hours. There will be breaks. And make sure you soak in as much information as you can possibly manage. And if anything, have fun," and with that, he went back into his main planning room with the massive desk. I noticed a massive piece of paper and small pawns strewn across the surface before the door was closed.
We all opened our portellers and saw random numbers across the screen.
#18C was what covered the expanse of the blue screen on my own.
I asked Kyle instinctively what number he had and sure enough, he had the same as me, as well as Kenny and Butters.
"Looks like their organizing this by house," Butters reasoned.
A ton of people turned to the door and opened it. We expected a massive room but instead, it looked as though nothing was in there, besides cheap carpeting and dingy walls.
Kyle walked in and I followed. Soon, the miniscule room was filled with indignant, confused people.
"Look!" Kyle shouted, and all the others silenced themselves. Kyle had a way of making people want to listen to him. He had an authoritative tone in his voice that just made people shut their mouths and listen. "There's a paper!" he pulled it off the wall and read it "If I have sent you in here, then the time has come. Pull up your message on your porteller and open the cartridge in the wall. Scan the message and you will be able to get where you need to go. Signed, Tenorman."
We all stood there, until finally Kenny was like "Ugh, move," and with that, he rubbed his screen on the porteller, then grabbed a gray handle on the wall I hadn't noticed earlier. He swung it open and placed the device face up in it, then slammed the door. A chime rang through the small room and suddenly, the thing moved downward. It took about three minutes for it to finally stop, and the door slid open on its own this time to reveal a shimmering chrome hallway with multiple doors with brilliant red numbers engraves in the shiny doors. When we stepped out the door slid back closed and we heard as the machine whirred and was taken back to fetch the others. We all stood there like we were stupid.
"Oh come the fuck on you guys, you're not five, find your damn room number!" Kenny snapped, before grabbing Butters hand and dragging him through the shinning hallway.
Me and Kyle followed suit. We walked three rows down until we got to the C column, then turned down it and continued until we saw the room number 18.
Kyle grabbed the knob this time and swung it open and we were all starstruck at the room.
Battle weapons lined a single wall. Squishy blue matts surrounded the rest of the room, keeping it cushy and allowing no injury to be done without effecting movement. A small computer and printer was positioned as far away as possible. Weights were on a neat rack in the middle of the room, as were towels, water, and an absolutely MASSIVE man with a shaved head and muscles that looked bigger than my head. He had on only mesh shorts on and his engraving said "MURDER"
I was ready to piss myself.
"Ok, so it's time to train to get rid of those assholes Nirvana, especially that fat fuck, Cartman," he growled. Even Kenny looked a little scared,
"Okay," we all mumbled.
"WHAT?" he screamed, making us all jump. Ok now I'm pretty sure I did pee a little.
"YES SIR!" we said back. He laughed.
"Alright," his tone completely changed. Before it had been cold and hostile, now it was amusing, sarcastic even. "First, I want you to take these," he tossed us each what looked like a stick with rounded mats on the ends, then handed us each helmets that corresponded to the color of the hitting stick thing he handed us. Mine and Butters were blue, Kyle's and Kenny's were red.
"Okay, You two," he ordered, pointing at me and kyle "Fight until one surrenders. Do not case too extreme of injury or Tenorman will have my ass. Same with you two," he walked over to a chair and placed his head in his hands, his arms balanced on his knees. He stared a little too intently for comfort, but I ignored it.
Instead I turned to Kyle, pulling my helmet on. He had his helmet on and a tauntingly mischievous look sparkled in his green eyes. He jumped from foot to foot, but I knew it would be easy to pin him. He was so tiny compared to me, no muscle.
I jabbed with the end of my stick but in a quick flash, he dodged to the left and jabbed me with the end of his stick so hard I fell to my knees, where he proceeded to smack me, not hard enough to do bad damage but enough to make me sore tomorrow.
Before he could do it again, I tripped him with my stick and got on top of him, but I couldn't get my hands down on him quick enough before he slid out from under me and in half a second, was on top of me. I tried to roll out from under him but he managed to grab my appendages and get them in a secure grip. I squirmed but didn't budge. I was pinned.
"Bet you didn't see that coming," he smirked, but refused to release me.
"Get up you loaf!" I whined, trying to get up, but he refused.
"Say Kyle is the greatest ever and he can kick my ass,"
"What? No!" I thrashed around and I thought for a split second he loosened up but before I could tell he had me again.
"Say it!"
"No!"
"Don't make me, I don't want to hurt you, Stan,"
My name in his voice sounded beautiful, like it belonged there.
"How could you hu-AAAAH!" my arm was twisted violently in an unnatural direction behind me, sending sparks of pain through me.
"Say it!"
"Never!" but I was gritting my teeth to prevent the tears from flowing by then.
"SAY IT!"
"FINE! You're the greatest and you can kick my ass, LET ME GO!" I sighed in relief as my body returned to natural shape when he released me.
"Damn Ky," he rubbed my shoulder.
Laughter erupted from the massive man in the chair. He gripped his stomach and bent over, laughing into his knees.
"Damn, Yall got tactics. Yall got SPUNK! You know how rare that is? I like you guys," I smiled. Being on this guy's good side was definitely a good thing. "Now I see why Tenorman won't never shut up 'bout yall,"
We spent the rest of the day attacking each other, but every time, Kyle managed to get me, which started to piss me off, and make me sore, but we were dismissed finally and we headed to the showers. This place must stretch out through the entire underground of the city.
I grabbed my stuff and stared undressing, but saw Kyle nervously twirling a curl on his finger.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I look like shit right now," Was he joking? After hours of grueling work and sweat, he looked more impeccable than Kenny.
"Are you shitting me? Your beautiful . . . dude," I finished awkwardly.
"Thanks," he smiled "You're sort of beautiful too,"
God I wanted to kiss him so bad.
And I don't know what possessed me, but I did just that.
Ive wanted to do this for a while but ive been lazy but now i shall. i love all of you but there are those few that go the extra mile i must mention:
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