Response 2 Newey: Yeah…sorry o-o I don't really have an excuse. I hope this makes up for it? :]
There's a little CartmanxStan and CartmanxKyle in this chap, so here you go, all you Kyman/CartmanxStan lovers out there ;]
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Kenny sighed as he walked back into the motel room. Butters sat on his bed, blue eyes darting around nervously. "Kenny! I h-heard you talking with W-Wendy! You can't b-break up with your girlfriend over m-me!"
Wow. Kid had good ears. "Butters, it's fine. I really like her and stuff, but you need me more."
"N-no I don't!" That was a lie. "I'll be f-fine,Kenny."
"No, you won't." Kenny crossed his arms over his chest and locked eyes with the nervous blonde. "That's a lie, you're lying, Butters!" he raised his voice, then took a deep breath and spoke more calmly. "Butters, how can you sit here and tell me that you're fine when the person you loved said he loved you, slept with you and then told you he just wanted to bed you?! That's bullshit, dude!"
Butters sighed. "M-maybe I do need to heal. But I really don't want to c-come between y-you and your girlfriend, Kenny. It's j-just not right."
"Maybe it's not. But it's too late now, Butters." He kneeled down on the bed in front of Butters and took his soft hands, lifting them up and kissing them each. Butters's eyes widened. "I'm here and I'm ready to help you heal. So either take my help and get ready to be happier than you've ever been, or say no and face at least two years of vicious prank by none other than me, Stan and Kyle. You know how much we love pranks."
Butters looked away, biting his lip. "I c-cant, Kenny. I really can't." He pulled his hands away and folded them in his lap. "It would b-be wrong to c-come between you two."
Kenny let out a growl and roughly pushed Butters down. Butters stumbled and landed on his back, the mattress causing him to bounce once before settling. His head landed on the soft, fluffy pillows. He blinked in confusion and watched as Kenny crawled over, the taller blonde towering over him. Kenny placed both hands on each side of Butters's head and leaned close, glaring at him.
"Dammit, Butters! Stop being so fucking nice and accept this! I already broke up with Wendy, and she's probably already over me and shopping with Bebe or something! So get over it and just accept my goddamn HELP!"
Kenny stopped and took a deep breath before looking at Butters's reaction. Butters widened his big eyes, and he sighed. "Kenny, I-I admit that I'm real broken up about this whole thing, and E-Eric hurt me bad. And…and s-since you won't leave me alone…fine." He paused, then narrowed his eyes. "Fine. But I want to ask you properly, ok?" he let a slow smile spread across his face and batted his eyelashes. "Kenny, will you please help me heal?"
Kenny answered him with a chaste kiss. There was no tongue, it was just a regular, sweet, gentle kiss. Kenny pulled away shortly and rested his forehead against Butters's, smiling fondly. "M'kay."
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Stan's icy blue eyes were closed as he lay on the soft bed. He had one arm around Kyle's shoulders, who was currently laying next to him and stroking the side of his face. Kyle gazed lovingly at him and slid his hand up, letting his thin fingers slip into Stan's black hair. It felt like silk against his skin. Stan opened his eyes and craned his neck to look at Kyle. His eyes met sparkling green ones and he smiled blissfully.
"I love you," Kyle mouthed.
"I love you, too," Stan whispered back.
There was a knock at their door and Stan tensed. His eyes darted to the door. "Who is it?"
"Kenny," the voice said back.
Stan relaxed and let his eyes meet Kyle's again. "Come in." Kyle continued playing with his hair, making tiny, loose braids and letting them unravel.
Kenny opened the door slowly, seeing the couple laying on the bed. Both wore their pajamas, and were gazing at each other lovingly while Kyle stroked Stan's hair. "How can you two manage to just lay there and just stare at each other without having sex or anything?"
"You'll understand when you're in love, Kenny," Kyle answered without tearing his eyes away. Stan smiled.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered.
"Agh!" Kenny pretended to gag. "Stop it!"
Stan and Kyle finally broke the eye contact and smirked at Kenny, their expressions identical.
The truth was, Kenny was extremely jealous. They were so in love, and it was so beautiful, the way they just gazed at each other and could just lay with each other silently, without it being awkward. Kenny hoped he could find love like that one day.
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"Wendy," Bebe sighed as she watched her friend devour the chocolate ice cream. "You have to understand- love isn't for everyone."
Wendy finally set the carton down and looked at her best friend. "Yeah. I know. I just don't wanna be one of those people who never finds anyone. It scares me. I don't wanna die alone, Bebe. I mean, I didn't expect Kenny to be, you know, the one, but still. It's making me see things. And I'm scared."
Bebe took Wendy's hand and they locked eyes. "You don't have to die alone, Wendy. I'll be here."
"But you and Clyde are already in love, Bebe. You deserve each other."
"Maybe," Bebe shrugged. "I really love him, Wendy. But I love you too. You're my best friend, in the whole wide world." She smirked. "Or as Stan and Kyle would say, 'Super Best Friends.'" Wendy smiled as her best friend continued. "I will always chose friendship before love, Wendy. We've been best friends since forever. I would never leave you. Ever. Chicks before dicks, remember?"
Wendy felt tears slip down her cheeks as she laughed and she wiped them away, trying not to look weak. She felt thin arms embrace her and she hugged Bebe back, feeling content.
"Cartman?" she heard Bebe say and she tore away, following her gaze to see the tall boy standing in front of their booth, hands shoved into his pockets.
"Hi, Bebe. Hi Wendy." He nodded politely. Wendy and Bebe waved. Cartman and Bebe's eyes met, and Bebe stood up.
"I should go, right?"
Cartman nodded slightly, but his eyes were thankful. Bebe smiled softly, then hugged Wendy and walked away to another booth.
Cartman sat down across from her and Wendy sighed. "What is it, Cartman?"
"Doesn't it hurt you at all that I'm going to try and get Kenny and Butters together?" Cartman asked.
Wendy looked at her hands. "I guess. Yeah. But if this is what makes Kenny and Butters happy, then fine. They're two of my best friends. I want them to be happy, even if it means I have to be a little unhappy for a moment. It's not like Kenny and I were engaged. Kenny hurt me, but not bad enough for me to come between them." She smiled. "So, Cartman. I wish you good luck."
Cartman looked shocked, then he composed himself. "So what happens with you?"
"What do you mean? I'm single now. I don't have much choices, either. Clyde's going out with Bebe, Token's going out with Red, Damien and Pip are together, Tweek and Craig are about to hook up any moment, Jimmy and Timmy…no, Stan and Kyle are out of the question, and Kenny and Butters are about to get together, so…" she looked away.
Cartman couldn't deny that he was a little hurt that she hadn't mentioned him. Was he really that horrible?
Well…yeah.
He folded his arms behind his head, glancing at Wendy. Honestly, she was gorgeous. Silky black hair that framed her face, warm, chocolate brown eyes, long, thick eyelashes, creamy, pale skin. "You wanna help me get Kenny and Butters together?"
She didn't answer. She looked past him, her eyes wide. "Uh…I think we're late."
Cartman turned around and gaped. Kenny and Butters sat in the booth across the room, with a chocolate milkshake between them. Each sipped out a straw, gazing at each other fondly. Butters was blushing lightly, but Kenny looked confident, a smirk on his face. He reached across the table and flicked a strand of light blonde hair out of Butters's face. Butters blushed even more, but smiled.
"Wow. That was really, REALLY fast." Cartman said.
Wendy couldn't help but stare. She could tell they weren't in love, but they were getting there. It was developing. Most definitely.
"They're not in love yet, if that's what you're thinking," Wendy said. Cartman looked at her.
"What makes you say that? They've got the whole gay milkshake thing going already."
"Cartman, if they ARE going out, they've only been together for a few hours. You need to give them time."
Cartman snorted. "How much time do they need?"
"Do you know a thing about love?"
Cartman frowned. "Touché."
Wendy laughed shortly. Cartman smiled. The sound was pleasant. Wendy smiled back, then blushed and looked away.
Suddenly, seven police men burst through the doors of the diner and held up their guns. "Nobody move! Hands up where I can see them!"
Cartman and Wendy held their hands up.
"We're looking for Stanley Marsh, Kyle Brovfloski, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Leopold Stotch, Wendy Testaburger and Bebe Stevens!"
Wendy and Cartman exchanged a worried glance.
"We KNOW they're here, people. And we have pictures."
"Crap," Cartman muttered and hung his head. Butters, Kenny and Wendy lowered their heads too.
The lead officer walked slowly, scanning the faces of everyone. Finally, he stopped at Wendy and Cartman's table. "Look up, kids. I can't see your faces."
They didn't budge.
"Look up, I said."
They didn't move.
"I am a police officer and you WILL do as I say. Look up or I will be forced to use more drastic measures."
They slowly looked up, glaring at the officer. The officer smirked and grabbed Wendy by the arm, dragging her torward the door. "You kids are in a LOT of trouble. Running away! That's a little old-fashioned."
Cartman ran up and pried his fingers from Wendy arm. When the officer turned around he socked him in the face. He stumbled back and fell from the blow. Bebe, Kenny and Butters ran up and gaped.
"Are you ok?" Cartman asked.
"I'm fine," Wendy rubbed her sore arm.
The other police officers held up their guns and they raised their hands in defeat. The leader got up and glared.
"Like I said. A lot of trouble. Running away, stealing an RV, assaulting a police officer?" he tsked. "Sad. Now where are Stanley and Kyle," he growled.
"We're not telling," Kenny spat.
"Not in a million years," Butters added.
"Those kids are fetching for a heavy price," he informed them. "Two thousand each. Their parents are desperate to get them back. Do you really wanna get between a loving family?"
"That 'loving family' is gonna separate them!" Wendy cried. "We won't tell you where they are!"
He sighed. "Fine. I'll force it out of you."
"How're you gonna-" Kenny started, but was cut off by an officer tackling him to the ground.
"Kenny!" Butters cried, but the other officers ran up and grabbed the teenagers. Butters struggled. "G-get off h-him!"
The man held a struggling Kenny down and reached into his pack pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Got it."
Kenny growled and pulled an arm free, smacking the officer across the face and lunging at him. He was tackled to the floor and Kenny held him down. "Gimme that!"
Some other officers pulled Kenny off him. Kenny punched, kicked, fought, bit and spat but he couldn't break free.
He finally found it. The room key.
"They're at the motel down the street," he smirked and dropped the room key and walked out the door. "Goodbye, kids. Thanks for the help."
"Dude, stop it," Cartman shouted. He turned around and glared at Cartman. "If you're such an AMAZING dude, why the fuck would you come between an incredibly loving couple just to get four thousand fucking dollars?! That's the most fucked up bullshit I have EVER heard! I hate both of them with a burning passion, but even I know that love like that is priceless. Have a heart, dude!"
Wendy was shocked. She craned her neck and stared at Cartman, who was panting from his long speech. His chocolate brown eyes blazed with anger.
The leader narrowed his eyes, then turned around and walked out the door. Cartman hung his head, frustrated. "It didn't work."
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"Someone is there, waiting for my song," Kyle whispered the lyrics. "I'm only looking for someone who sings along."
"When all my dreams finally reach yours," Stan whispered the rest. "We will apprise and find the word truelove."
"Too late," Kyle said, smiling and stroking Stan's neck.
He smiled back and sighed. "I feel kinda bad."
"Why?"
"I think we made Kenny feel bad."
Kyle frowned. "It won't last forever. He has true love right under his nose."
"What? Who?"
"Butters," Kyle smiled softly. "I heard he and Wendy breaking up because he wanted to be with Butters. Those two are gonna fall in love soon. I just know."
"You have the sixth sense of a woman," Stan snickered.
Kyle flushed and lightly smacked Stan's arm. "Shut up."
The two shared a short chuckle and Stan sighed, closing his deep eyes.
"I love you, Kyle."
"I know."
Suddenly the door flew open and they sat up, startled. A tall man holding a gun stood in the doorway. "Stan Marsh? Kyle Brovfloski?"
"Yeah?"
"You're coming with me." Four other officers ran in and grabbed the boys roughly, pulling them out of the room.
"Agh! Get off me!" Kyle swung his foot up so high he kicked a guy in the chin. The man stumbled back and fell.
"You seriously should. He's really flexible. Trust me." Stan smirked.
The leader grabbed Kyle's raised leg and pulled, making him fall. The held him down roughly.
"Get the fuck off him!" Stan growled, craned his neck and sank his teeth into the shoulder of his holder.
"Agh!" he released him and Stan tackled the men on top of Kyle.
"Give it up, you two," the leader stood and pulled out his gun. "Just come and I won't shoot."
"Like hell we will!" Kyle growled, then took a deep breath. Temper, Kyle. Temper.
The officers dragged Kyle and Stan out the door of the motel to a large van, opened it up and pushed them inside, but not before snapping handcuffs on them. They stumbled inside and saw Wendy, Bebe, Cartman, Kenny and Butters sitting there with angry scowls on their faces. Kenny looked up and a sad expression appeared on his face immediately.
"Stan! Kyle!" Kenny cried. "Oh my God. Dude. I am SO sorry. I didn't fight hard enough! I'm so fucking sorry! This is all my fault."
"What the hell are you talking about, Kenny?" Stan asked.
"They found my room key in my wallet. One of them tackled me and found it in my back pocket. I'm sorry."
"Dude, Kenny, relax. We're not mad." Kyle rolled his eyes.
"You should be!" Kenny wailed.
"Kenny, seriously, chill. If anything, this is our fault. Or…my fault. I dragged everyone into this. It was my stupid idea. I'm sorry." Stan lowered his head and struggled do get up. Kyle stood up as well.
"Stan…" Kyle stood up and leaned over to give Stan a kiss but suddenly the van jerked and started to speed out of the parking lot. Kyle fell into one of the seats, into Cartman's lap.
"Hey! No faggotry in my van," the driver barked.
"You heard the man," Cartman muttered. "No faggotry."
"Dammit, Cartman!" Kyle got up and sat between Butters and Stan. "You're such an asshole."
"You should've seen the way he stood up for you and Kyle," Wendy murmured to Stan. "It was…shocking."
"He…he stood up for me and Kyle?" Stan blinked in disbelief.
"It was really surprising. And really sweet."
Stan blushed a little and looked down at his feet. "Wow. Cartman standing up for someone. And for Kyle and me." He got up and sat next to Cartman. Cartman lifted his head and narrowed his eyes. Stan leaned over and gave Cartman a peck on the cheek. "Thanks for sticking up for me and Kyle, Cartman."
Cartman blushed and widened his eyes. "Uh…whatever."
Kyle heard Stan's words and smiled, got up and sat on Cartman's side. He grinned and gave Cartman a kiss on his other cheek. "Yeah, thanks, Cartman."
Cartman blushed even harder and everyone laughed.
Kyle sighed. "We're in so much trouble, you guys. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," Stan added. "This is all my fault."
"No it's not," Kenny spoke. "We're all in this together, right?"
"Too much High School Musical, Kenny," Bebe snorted.
"What I meant, is that we all agreed to this, so we all take the blame."
"Right," everyone nodded in agreement.
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"Just wait here until your parents arrive," the secretary said, then walked away. The seven handcuffed teenagers sat on a bench in the South Park Police Station, waiting to face their doom.
They nodded and sat back. "We're so dead," Kenny sighed.
"Yeah, we know, thanks, Kenny," Bebe snapped.
"We'll b-be alright," Butters smiled. Always so optimistic.
"There they are," they heard the familiar accented voice of Sheila Brovfloski and looked up to see the redheaded woman followed by the several other parents.
Randy rolled in on his wheelchair, head shaven and holding a beer can. He gasped and threw his arms around Stan. "STAN!"
"Goddammit, dad," Stan wished he could pinch his nose.
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Sorry. Just had to add that :P Enjoy :D I put a little more effort into this chap I'm proud.
Whoa. I just realized this chapter is pretty big :O