Well, I'm back, so this is going to be fun for me. You see, I have to clean my mess of a room. Still, I am going to get this chapter out.
Anyways, here we go!
TWEEK POV
Pete was happy to hear the news. "So, you think we might have a chance to stop that little fuck?" He says, a smile on his face.
I think about it. "Yeah. I think so." And I did. If I could stop him, I would.
Stan was happy to find out about the whole thing, too. He decided to start gathering the people who suspected Cartman of pulling strings.
I walked to the car. Henrietta was driving, as always. "So, there's going to be a show at the pond, huh?"
"Yeah, I think so." I repeat.
"Well, let's get ready." Mike says.
"OK."
CRAIG POV
I was happy that I was going to be all safe from my family. Thomas was walking next to me, and we were just shooting the breeze.
They were the fucking worst. I really can't stand their whole "God is law" shit.
Well, I don't care. I really don't. Thomas and I were safe. That's all that matters.
As I walked to my house, I spotted a couple of the nobodies from school.
I was curious as to what they were doing, as they were hiding behind a bush. It wasn't exactly normal behavior, after all.
As I looked their way, they suddenly scattered into the woods. That was about as suspicious as it gets.
"Did you see that?" I ask Thomas. He looks at me as if I'd just gone crazy.
"See what?"
"Those kids in the bushes! You didn't see them?" I ask him, incredulous.
He looks around, probably looking to see if they were still there. "No."
"Ughh. Well, maybe it was nothing." I say, not believing my own words.
We kept walking, all the while, I was wondering as to what all that was about.
Thomas walked out to his house, and turned.
"Do you want to come over?" He asked me.
Sadly, I couldn't. I had some tasks at home.
"No, I can't. I have to do some shit at home."
He looks, disappointed, at me. I was saddened by that, but if I stayed out when I had chores, I run the risk of my parents finding out.
He knew this, and understood, which was all I could ask for.
As were about to part ways, he grabs my arm, pulls me close, and kisses me.
That was nice.
I look into his eyes, look at his smile, and give him one of my rare grins.
'See ya later." He says.
As I walk away, I hear him tic "FUCK!" in the distance. Cute.
Then I see them again.
Those mother fuckers. I run after them, and they scatter again. They appeared to have been watching me and Thomas.
I tried to find any of them, but they were gone. I was very cautious.
There was no telling what that was about.
I put it to the back of my mind, and continued to head home. Something told me it was going to be a long week.
TWEEK POV
We were planning for tomorrow night. Pete was lying next to me. My parents were alright with me being gay.
Plus, the other goths were a great source of business for them. I wonder which it was that they were happier about.
"Tweek?" Asked was groggy.
"What?" I responded.
"You know that tomorrow might not go as planned, right?"
I had considered that. However, I decided not to respond. That was because, honestly, I didn't want to focus on it.
"Look, I'm not saying that it won't, I'm just bringing it up."
He has a point, I think, but still, I didn't care.
I just wanted to lay down. I just wanted to think positively.
"Tweek?" Pete says, sounding concerned.
"Yeah?"
"You... You do love me, right?" He asks me. He wasn't being an ass, he was being serious.
"Of course, Pete. I love you with all my heart." I tell him,honestly. I wasn't even going to question that.
"That's all I needed to hear." he says.
As we lay there, staring at each other, we finally fall asleep.
THE NEXT DAY
THOMAS POV
I was in Geometry, doing a paper on some triangle shit. I wasn't very good at math.
I saw a few kids staring in the hall. Today had been weird so far. I had gotten odd looks in the parking lot.
As I had also been stared at in the hallway, by a lot of the girls.
I couldn't understand what was going on.
I was later walking down the hallway when I spotted my locker. There was a note.
MEET ME OUTSIDE. BY THE FIELD.
It was signed K.
Well, that's fucking great.
I hate chores.
I decide to skip class, and investigate.
I walk out to the Football Field, and spot Craig.
He was talking to a kid clad entirely in orange.
Kenny.
He was telling craig that he shouldn't trust Cartman, apparently.
"No shit, Kenny."
"Look, I just thought you should know. I know that he was threatening you. I want to help." He said.
"Look, I can handle myself." Craig tells him.
"So can I" I speak up.
"Okay, just don't fuck up around him." He warns, walking away.
After he disappears into the building, Craig looks at me. "Could you give MORE obvious advice?"
"I know, right?" I say, holding back a tic.
So we head back up to the school, and stop at the door, kiss, and go in.
PETE POV
We were getting ready for tonight.
Short, sweet, to the point.
Okay, so our plan was to separate, then close in, and try to gang up on Cartman.
If we beat him severly enough, he might back off.
That was the hope, anyway.
We went for the plan because we wanted something simple, but effective.
We wanted to be absolutely prepared. The rest of the goths even agreed to join with the other people trying to stop Cartman.
They consisted of Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Wendy Testaburger,Kyle Broflovsky, Clyde Donovan, and a few others.
That brought a good size pack. Which was probably necessary to take on Cartman.
Tonight, We were going to fuck him up.
CRAIG POV
Thomas and I were walking towards our respective homes, and I did my routine. Kiss, part ways, head home.
I didn't see any of those assholes that I saw yesterday.
Good.
As I reached my doorstep, I immediately knew something was wrong.
I opened the door, and was greeted by my parents standing in the living room.
They were very pissed.
"Son, sit down." My dad said.
I obeyed.
"Son, I want you to know that we love you."
"That's why we do things like this." Mom spoke.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Son, it has come to our attention that you have been... meeting with another boy."
My heart dropped to the floor.
No. No, no, no, no!
This CAN'T be happening!
"Son, we were handed a photo by that Cartman boy, of you and a boy holding hands." He said holding up the photo.
Those kids... Cartman's threat... Thomas... the little favor...
That fat fucking pig.
He fucked me over. I should have seen that coming.
"Son, we know that you may think you love him, but you are just going through a phase." Mom says.
"We are forbiding you from seeing him, anymore." Dad tells me.
"We also decided that your sister will escort you home, so that you don't do anything stupid." Mom said.
"I...Uh...I..."
I just... I just get up, and walk up the stairs, to my room.
I can't yet process what had happened.
It explained what had been going on all day, however.
The stares, the meeting with Kenny.
Everyone knew. We were out.
"GOD DAMN IT!" I yelled, throwing my knife at my wall, embedding it about an inch into the drywall.
I layed down on my bed, hoping that this was all just a dream. It wasn't, though. It was a nightmare, but I wasn't sleeping.
TWEEK POV
We arrive at the pond, parking at the school.
We split up, me going with Pete and Stan.
"Let's teach that fuck a lesson." Michael yelled.
As we walk through the woods, coming closer to where we were told Cartman was supposed to be.
Eventually, we get to the designated spot.
Nothing. There was nothing there.
Then, when everyone was there, bright lights shone on us all.
We looked over, and saw about five cars blocking a way out.
"Well, well." says Cartman. He was sitting on the middle car. He was grinning evilly.
"You all gathered here, it's like a fuckin' present." He said, gleefully.
"What the fuck are you doing, Cartman?" Kyle yells.
"What I'm doing, my darling little jew, is a number of things."
He steps down, and about twenty people get out of the cars.
"The grand scheme is so I can prove to everyone that I am not to be fucked with! What I'm doing right now, I'm going to make sure that I have no problems in the way of my plan."
He motioned, and one of the boys grab Stan, while another punches him hard in the gut.
He motions the others to go at them.
I make sure to start running, grabbing Pete, and just running as fast as I could.
I hoped that Michael and Henrietta were coming.
This was absolutely not going as planned.
CARTMAN POV
I watched as all the goth kids run into the woods, followed by two of my minions.
The bitch, Testaburger, ran too.
Stan, however, lay on the ground, as did Kyle.
Kenny was busy being beaten.
I was loving my life.
Eventually, I called everyone back, and we get in our cars, content with how everything had played out.
Well, I'm sorry if this seems a little rushed, but I'm on a tight schedule.
I am glad that some people are checking this out, but i do kind of wish that I got more. I don't want to sound greedy, I just want some attention, I'm sure. Anyways, Bye!