All-American Rejection: Chapter 10-Straightjacket Feeling
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: A breakup occurs. Serially, I'm not saying who. Try to guess.
Author's Notes: Alright! Just three days left after today! Hopefully, I can hit 1000 pageviews with this chapter. There will be little hints as to who is breaking up throughout the chapter, but I'm not going to TELL until the end. Let me know in you're reviews where you figured it out…and it definitely won't be the Style boys. There's your first hint, which I'll make blatantly obvious in the first paragraph D.
Speaking of reviews:
PPBunny: Ok, more for me then! But actually, Dance Inside is on the album. Track 8, according to which is where I'm getting my lyrics.
Ren85:/gives you punch and pie. Heheh…well, either way, it's funny! Danke!
Flabz:/gives you punch and pie. Comprehensive finals suck major ass. I was just lucky enough not to get one yet in college, but that'll probably change this semester…(
Lilchicky004:/gives you punch and pie. Perhaps conspiracytheorist!Stan is onto something?
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Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you're the problem and you can't feel
Try this on, straitjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Take back now, my life you're stealing
"That fucking bitch!" the young teen screamed, throwing another fragile item against his wall, just to hear it break.
He'd gone over to her house to pick her up for a date, heading up to her room to find her going down on Token. The words "You fucking bitch," or some variation thereof were the only things he'd said for the past two and a half hours.
He told himself he shouldn't been that angry, he knew that the prom was most likely a one-time deal, born of the fact that no one else would take either of them, but that didn't work. He was still very pissed of at her. You DON'T go screw somebody else half an hour before you have a date with somebody. PROSTITUTES had better sense. REAL prostitutes, not just the Paris Hilton wannabes that were the closest you could get in this jerkwater mountain town.
Throwing himself on his bed, he started to cry into his pillow. It wasn't exactly a new occurrence. It was very hard for him to find a stable relationship, and every time he thought he had, something EXACTLY like this happened. It was starting to make him feel like Token had it in for him, and was stalking and seducing all the girls he had a shot with.
Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again
"That stupid bastard!" she shrieked, throwing another pillow at her door, just for the exertion to work the rage out of her system.
He'd come over to her house a half an hour early to pick her up for a date, heading up to her room and barging in to find her screwing Token. In her defense, who the fuck WOULDN'T want to screw Token. He'd screamed "You fucking bitch!" and run off. The words "You stupid bastard," or some variation thereof were the only things she'd said for past two and a half hours.
She told herself that he had no right to be angry, he should've known that the prom was most likely a one-time deal, born of the fact that no one else would take either of them, but that didn't work. He DID have every right to be angry. You DON'T go screw somebody else a half an hour before you have a date with somebody else. She knew better, but come on, it was TOKEN!
Token, who'd finished up and left shortly after HE had. Just left her there. It wasn't exactly a new occurrence. It was like every time he found a stable relationship, Token would come in and fuck it up. Everybody was starting to wonder whether or not Token had it in for the boy. Always letting himself get CAUGHT fucking the girl he was trying to date. She felt sorry for him.
Trust you is just one defense
off a list of others, you don't make sense
Beg me time and time again
to take you back now, but you can't win
Take back now, my life you're stealing
The next day, he'd sought out Stan and Kyle. They both knew about all his relationship problems. He'd found them at Kyle's house, playing Gamesphere.
"Hey man, what's up?" Kyle had asked.
"Yeah, why the long face?" Stan added.
"You guys know I had a date last night, right?" he asked. Both boys nodded.
"Well, HE happened again."
"Token stole ANOTHER one of your girls? Shit, man, she was like the last girl in South Park you HAVEN'T tried to date," Stan said.
"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him! It's like he takes some sick pleasure in making sure he gets to them right before I pick them up. Every single time I go to pick a girl up, I find him fucking her!" he said, distressed.
"Does he have it in for you or something?" Kyle asked. "What'd you ever do to him?"
"I don't fucking know!" he complained. "I didn't steal Wendy away from him, that was Stan! I didn't beat him out for quarterback, that was Stan! It's like he's trying to punish me for what he thinks you did!" he said. "What the hell's up with that?" he asked. "Just because he thinks you're untouchable, that there's no way he can get to you…apparently he's too unbendable to even think of playing like putting the moves on Kyle."
"No," Stan growled, "He doesn't think of playing like putting the moves on Kyle because he knows that if I see anybody LOOK the wrong way at Kyle, I'm going to kick their ass." Kyle looked embarrassed.
"Well, Goddamn, Stan, would you at least talk to him, see if you can find out why he's trying to get to you through me? I don't often mind being the middle man, but THIS time, I'll make an exception!" he said.
"Alright, I'll see what I can do. You wanna hang out for a while, dude?" Stan said.
"Eh, why the hell not?" the other boy said, taking a seat. "It's not like I have anything better to do today."
Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again
but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you
She, for her part, had gone to the house of Heidi Turner, since her best girl friend couldn't be found. Probably off doing something with her bf. Which is what SHE wished she could be doing, but thanks to fucking Token, her bf hated her very existence.
"What is it?" Heidi asked as she entered her room.
"You know I had a date last night, right?" she asked. Heidi nodded.
"Well, Token happened." Heidi gasped.
"Token got to you, too? Goddamn, girl, you were like the last chance in South Park that boy had!"
"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him! It's like he takes some sick pleasure in making sure he gets to us right before he picks us up. Every single time he goes to pick a girl up, he find him fucking her!" she said, distressed.
"Token must have it in for him," Heidi said. "What'd he ever do to him?"
"I don't fucking know!" she complained. "He didn't steal Wendy away from him, that was Stan! He didn't beat him out for quarterback, that was Stan! It's like Token's trying to punish him for what he thinks Stan did!" she said. "What the hell's up with that?" she asked. "Just because Token thinks Stan's untouchable, that there's no way he can get to him…apparently Token's too unbendable to even think of playing like putting the moves on Kyle."
"No," Heidi said, "Token doesn't think of playing like putting the moves on Kyle because he knows that if Stan sees anybody LOOK the wrong way at Kyle, he's going to kick their ass." She sounded like this was the most obvious explanation in the world.
"Well, Goddamnit then, Stan should at least talk to Token, see if he can find out why he's trying to get to Stan like this? I don't often mind being in the middle, but THIS time, I'll make an exception!" she said.
"Totally," Heidi agreed. "You wanna hang out for a while?"
"Eh, why the hell not?" the other girl said, taking a seat. "It's not like I have anything better to do today."
And when the memory slips away
There will be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
it falls away
They both had messages waiting for them when they got home.
She hit the "play all" button on her machine.
"Hey, it's me," said the voice of her ex. "I've asked Stan about it, and we've come to the conclusion that you and I are innocent victims of Token's pointless rage. He's got his panties in a twist over something Stan did, so Stan's going to talk to him about it. Anyway, if you're still interested, call me back. Bye."
"Hey bitch, it's me," said the voice of Token Black. "Hope last night was as fun for you as it was for me. Call me if you want any more. Bye." She found herself in a rage over that, and immediately called Token back.
"Hello," he answered in his smooth seduction voice.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!" she screamed, hanging up. Heading up to her room, she immediately started pondering as to whether or not she should call her ex…if they were really broken up in the first place. Though walking in on your girlfriend banging another guy probably WOULD lead to a break up…and they WEREN'T on a break.
Down the street, he also hit the "play all" button on his machine.
"Hey, it's me," said the voice of his ex. "I talked with Heidi this afternoon, and we figured out that you and I are innocent victims of Token's pointless rage. He's got his panties in a twist over something Stan did, and Heidi's going to see if she can get Stan to talk to him about it. Anyway, if you're still interested in that date, or just wanna talk, call me back. Bye."
The machine beeped and progressed to the second message. "Hey asshole, it's me," said the voice of Token Black. "I just wanted you to know I had myself a hell of a lot of fun last night, she was tighter than I expected her to be. Rot in Hell. Bye." He was enraged by that, and immediately picked up the phone and called Token.
"What the hell do YOU want?" he answered in a harsh voice.
"YOU ROT IN HELL, YOU WOMAN-STEALING BASTARD!" he screamed, quickly hanging up the phone and heading up to his room. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he immediately started pondering as to whether or not he should call his ex…if they were really broken up in the first place. Then again, walking in on your girlfriend fucking another guy probably DID mean a break up.
Yesterday was over
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me again
but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you
Concurrently, he was quite surprised when his phone rang.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hey, it's me," came the voice of his ex.
"Innocent victims of his pointless rage, eh?" he asked.
"I know!" she said, excited. "We have totally awesome friends who work on the same brainwaves, don't we?"
"Yeah, I guess we do," he said. "But that doesn't really change the fact that you fell for it…"
"Oh come on, it's TOKEN!" she said. "There's not a girl in South Park that hasn't dreamed about fucking him."
"Uh-HUH," he said, neither convinced nor unconvinced. It WAS probably true…Token wasn't all that bad looking.
"I'm SEROUS," she said. "Besides, it totally sucked. After you interrupted, he just finished up and left me hanging. I didn't get ANYTHING out of it. The fucker. I want to date you, I really do."
"I dunno, Bebe. I need some time to think," he said.
"OK, then," she said, not particularly thrilled. "Let me know when and if. We're still friends, though, right Kenny?"
"Yeah, Friends," Kenny said. "Besides, if we're not, who am I going to get the gossip about the other girls, and who are you going to learn about all the other guys from?"
"Kenny, you're the best," Bebe said. "Bye then."
"Bye," Kenny said, hanging up and laying back on his bed. Strange goings on indeed.
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Author's Notes: Eh? Eh? Did you guess it? Let me know. It's not the longest thing in the world, but did you think it was interesting that they had pretty much identical thoughts and conversations? Does that make me clever, or lazy as hell? You decide!
Look for chapter 11 tomorrow!
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