Did you know rain is wet? Just throwing that out there.
Anyway, now that everyone is awake, we can get the plot moving again. Leave it to having basic human needs like sleeping to bring a story to grinding halt, am I right?
Also, because of the recent episode of South Park FINALLY revealing the name of Craig's sister, I'm using the cannon name instead of the name the fanfic writers randomly assigned her. I updated it on AO3, but not here, because it's more of a pain.
Chapter 7 – "Bring Me to Life"
"Wake me up! Bid my blood to run! I can't wake up! Before I come undone! Save me! Save me from the nothing I've become!"
Kenny wasn't sure if he was surprised or not that he ran into Becca again at the main stage. There were a lot of people at this festival, all doing different things at different times. So how did she find him again?
"Kenny!" Becca exclaimed, running towards him, "There you are! I found you again!"
"Yay! You found me again!" Kenny muttered in a sarcastic voice. He winced slightly when Becca threw her arms around him. She wasn't wearing any more clothing than yesterday.
"I'm glad I found you," she said when she pulled away, "We have some serious catching up to do!"
"Look, Becca," Kenny started with a sigh. He was going to remind her that whatever they had between them was over, and he didn't even really want to consider her a friend. She was too dangerous for him. He wanted to tell her that. But it was kind of hard for him to speak when she had her tongue down his throat.
As soon as Becca locked lips with him, Kenny could feel the fire in his heart flaring up all over again. The same fire that had fooled him into getting involved with Becca in the first place. He tried to quench it, but Becca's succulent lips had him spell bound. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing him to her chest. Kenny felt a tremble run through him.
When she pulled away, she was smiling. "I missed you, Kenny," she sighed, "It's been so tragic for me. I've tried to move on from you, but no guy has been as sweet as you!"
"Becca, listen, I don't think we should be doing this," Kenny reasoned, "We're not good for each other. You need to get over me."
"Oh?" Becca cooed, "We're not good for each other? Can't we just try? I promise it will be different from last time."
Kenny hesitated. He couldn't let himself believe her. If he did, he would just be sucked right back into her world of partying, drugs, and sex. His life was already fucked up enough as it was. Who know how much worse it could get? He knew what his answer had to be.
He looked the girl straight in the eye. "Becca…" he started.
…
Stan was nervous as he walked towards the family camping area with Kyle and Cartman trailing behind him. He wanted to spend some alone time with Wendy, but he wanted those two to at least come with him when he asked her to join him. He was hoping they would calm his nerves. He had been hoping Kenny would come to, but he had no idea where he had disappeared to. And he was a little annoyed that Kyle had brought Ike, Karen, and Tricia along. But he was also hoping that maybe having younger people around would show Wendy's parents that he wasn't quite the delinquent they thought he was.
Just when he was suddenly wondering how the hell they were supposed to find the Testaburger's RV in a field full of RV's, he happened to see the three standing outside their very impressive looking camper, cooking breakfast. Stan took a deep breath, steeling his nerves and walked over to them. His friends followed closely.
"Hey Wendy!" Stan greeted as they approached. Wendy looked up and smiled.
"Good morning, Stan!" she replied, walking over to him, "What are you guys doing here?"
"We just wanted to come visit you," Stan said, trying to keep from shaking and looking nervous. Wendy's parents were staring right at him. "See what your RV is like and all that."
Smiling, Wendy leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "That's sweet of you!" She turned to her parents. "Mom, dad, you remember my boyfriend Stan and his friends, right?"
Mr. and Mrs. Testaburger looked like they indeed remembered Stan and his friends. And they were not pleased by it. Stan felt Kyle hide behind him away from their intense stare.
"Ah yes," Mrs. Testaburger said slowly, "Your… boyfriend. And his… friends."
Beside Stan, Cartman smiled, attempting to be polite. "Nice to see you again, Mrs. Testaburger," he said in a pleasant voice, "Or now that we're older may I call you Julie?"
"No!" Mrs. Testaburger shouted.
"Why not?!" Cartman shouted back.
"My name's Francine!" she exclaimed.
Cartman's face fell. "Oh," he replied quietly. Stan facepalmed. He knew bringing Cartman had been a bad idea. He heard Wendy sigh next to him.
Kyle nudged Stan from behind, trying to get him to remember the mission. Stan blinked then turned to Wendy.
"Hey Wendy," he said to her, "There's a really good band playing in the woods right now. I was wondering if you wanted to come see them with me."
Wendy had been staring despairingly at her parents, but brightened when Stan addressed her. "Sure, Stan!" she replied, "I would love to." She went over to her parents and told them where they were going, before walking back to Stan. "Let's go."
Stan smiled and was about to take Wendy's hand, but he glanced up and saw her parents glaring at him. They wore a look that said, "touch her and die." Stan quickly retracted his hand and instead simply walked beside Wendy as they headed off to the woods.
Kyle, Cartman, and the kids stood and watched them. After a moment, Cartman frowned. "Well what the hell are we supposed to do now?" he muttered. Kyle looked at him, then took Ike's hand and started leading the three towards the main stage.
Cartman pouted out his bottom lip, then, after a moment or two of mulling it over, grumpily followed them.
…
Tweek was annoyed that they were back here. Wasn't it a little too early in the day to get stoned? Apparently, Craig and Clyde didn't think so. They were with the stoners again, and Tweek had only remembered the name of one other person, and that was the other girl who called herself Cherry, (which was probably a fake name.) Tweek hated the way she kept staring at him and trying to talk to him. He told her he was already in a relationship, but she didn't seem to care.
"You have very nice eyes, Tweek," Cherry said to him, as she leaned in far too close for Tweek's liking, "They reminded me of a field of grass."
"Er, that's very kind of you to say," Tweek murmured, leaning away and trying not to make direct eye contact with her. He could feel his anxiety levels skyrocketing. Her breath was brushing his face, and it smelled like weed.
Cherry kept leaning forward. Tweek turned away from her, hoping she'd get the hint. His heart seemed to stop a moment later when he suddenly felt her lips on his neck. His breath caught in his throat. Before Tweek could react, she put a hand on the other side of his neck and pressed him closer so she could kiss him deeper. Tweek shuddered. He tried to say something to get her to back off, but the words kept getting stuck. He desperately looked over at Craig and Clyde for help, but immediately knew he would receive none.
Clyde was chatting with Clay some distance away, and Summer was sitting next to Craig, leaning in close and whispering in his ear. Tweek was horrified to see him nodding and blushing. Was she… flirting with him? He wanted to go over there and stop her, but Cherry was still kissing his neck.
Tweek shivered and turned to her. "Cherry, I have a boyfriend," he told her for the third time. Cherry didn't seem to care.
"It's fine, dude," she murmured into his neck, "We don't judge here. We're all just lovers." To prove her point, she pressed him closer.
"GAH!" Tweek gasped, flinching violently. "Oh Jesus!"
Cherry hummed against his throat. "You're so cute," she mused, and opened her mouth to taste him. That was the breaking point for Tweek.
He quickly stood up, pushing Cherry away, and taking a few steps back. "Okay!" Tweek said loudly, "Craig, Clyde! I'm going back to camp! ACK! I'll meet you back there!" He didn't wait for a reply as he quickly sprinted away. He only turned once to see Cherry walking over to Clyde before sitting down next to him and instantly start kissing him. He didn't see Craig at all, but he hoped he had noticed his departure.
Craig watched Tweek go, and had the urge to follow him, but his drugged-up mind wouldn't allow him. Also, the dirty, sexual things Summer was whispering to him were pushing all other thoughts from his mind. He was only vaguely aware that Clyde and that chick Cherry were making out. He felt Summer's lips against his neck, and his mind went fuzzy.
…
Kenny couldn't quite remember how he got here. He couldn't even remember what he was going to say to Becca before he got here. Somehow he was on his back, with Becca on top of him, kissing him like crazy. He knew they had gotten really high, because Becca said something to convince him to. Even though Kenny had promised himself he wouldn't fall for her again, here he was, his arms wrapped around her as she slid her tongue into his mouth. Where even were they? Did Becca take him back to her tent?
His mind was blank, and he could feel Becca's breasts brushing against his chest. He was pretty sure at some point he had touched them. But Kenny couldn't remember anything.
Becca sat up and stared down at him. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving. "Wow, Kenny," she breathed, "You're just as good a kisser as I remember. I wonder if you're just as good a lover as I remember."
Kenny stared up at her, a little dazed. Those breasts. They were just staring at him. They were making it hard to focus on anything. Was that how he got here in the first place? He heard Becca speaking again, but damned if he knew what she was saying.
"I need another joint," Kenny decided, his words coming out in a mumble. Becca giggled and leaned over to grab her stuff. She rolled up a joint and handed it to Kenny. "Thanks," he mumbled. Becca grabbed a lighter and lit it for him.
Breathing in deeply, Kenny let the smoke fill his mouth and lungs. If his mind were even somewhat clear at the moment, he would be hating himself for smoking again. He had said he was going to quit for Karen. But Becca just had that kind of effect on people. He took another hit as Becca joined him, still sitting on him with her legs on either side of his waist. She tilted her head back and breathed out a loose stream of smoke into the tiny tent.
"That's better," Kenny sighed. He reached up and put a hand behind Becca's neck, then pulled her down and they began kissing again. He felt her start to rock her hips against him as she made out with him, but at the moment, Kenny didn't care. All he could focus on was her soft, sexy lips against his own. He briefly wondered if she intended to take it further, but again, he didn't care.
"Oh Kenny," Becca murmured against his lips, "I knew this felt right. I knew we were right for each other. I knew you couldn't resist me."
"You know I could never say no to you," Kenny sighed, not really aware of his words.
Which was probably why he was here in the first place.
I wrote a timeline for this story, so now I know exactly what's going to happen in each chapter. Also, sorry if I'm wildly inaccurate with how stoned people act. I don't really know anyone who smokes, and I've never interacted with someone while they're high. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed the chapter regardless and please leave a review!
