Author's Note: I'm not gonna lie, this chapter was slow going. I don't know why but at some points it was like pulling teeth. Maybe it's because I'm losing motivation or it's the new game I've been playing but I've been doing things other than write. In fact, I spent almost a week not writing this. Hopefully I'll be able to muster up more enthusiasm in the future so in the meantime, here you go. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
Warning: language, horror
Date Night
It was the first weekend of the school year but Rod was not excited about it as most everyone else was. If anything, he was more like a starving person denied a single crumb is what he felt like. Care to guess why?
What the hell kind of town had three headed dogs running around, tearing apart schools and cockblocking him? Really, there was some insane shit going on around here. Normally he wouldn't care about such things but when they cut him off from sex, then he had a problem.
A very big problem.
You see, Rod had a very powerful libido. No really, he did. It could be said that he thought more with his second head than he did with the one on his shoulders. In short, he was a normal, hormonal teenager who just happened to have a more powerful sex drive than others his age.
Basically, what he needed right now was a booty call; it didn't matter who or what it was, he needed some fucking satisfaction right the fuck now. He had delayed it as much as possible; any longer and whatever reputation he had at school would be gone, end of story.
Though, at this point, he could care less about it.
Still, mustering what little willpower he had left, he was going to roll the die one more time and try to convince someone to come home with him. Once they were behind that front door, he was confident he could talk them into anything, just like that Sunny. Hmm, speaking of Sunny, where was she? Eh, whatever, he had gotten what he wanted from her and that was all that mattered.
There was really no point in going after her again, especially since she would know what kind of tricks he would pull. And there were plenty of others out there who didn't and were prime for him to screw. You know what, let's go after one who'd be easy, someone he didn't need to work hard for and not cost a cent.
Devin was one who came to mind; in fact he was sure she was wetting herself waiting for him. Sure he was with her when that dog snuck up behind him and she was spooked to be sure, but really, it wouldn't be too hard to get her back. Then there were Brianna and Bonnie. Brianna wasn't quite where he wanted her but she was close and Bonnie, well, she was ripe for the taking.
Hmm, why not go for that fairy tale princess? He'd figured her out some time ago and knew she was looking for a white knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet.
Too bad he was the kind of knight who wore a glass mirror instead of actual armor. She would see what she wanted to see in him and he would get exactly what he wanted.
No problem.
Gwendolyn was aggravated. No really, she was. She had been having a good morning and everything when the call came. Though, the call did have some good news to go with it, it was what was uttered into her ear the moment she answered.
"Hey Wendy 2! A couple of my friends are going out tonight and bringing dates! Want to go out with them?"
It was Stan and he was using that fucking name. Seriously, her name was not Wendy fucking 2! Couldn't he get that through that thick head of his? Anyway, he sounded like he was talking about going on a double or triple date, one of the two. While she would have preferred to be alone with him, you know, mono e mono, perhaps being out there with someone she knew would alleviate whatever irritation she might feel with Stan calling her by the wrong name all the time.
If she had someone else there she could talk to, she just might make it through the night without killing anyone.
"Wendy 2? Are you there? I know, I know, it sounds pretty lame and you probably think I'm lame for talking about it and—"
"Okay," she said hastily. "It sounds like fun."
"—you'd think I'm gay for thinking it was a good idea and…wait, did you say yes?"
"I did," she sighed. "Just tell me what time you're picking me up and where we're going."
"Is six good?"
"It's perfect," she said, starting to return to her good mood. "Where're we going?"
"Uh…that's a secret," Stan said quickly. "It'll surprise you. So I'll pick you up at six and off we go, okay Wendy 2."
And there her mood went south again. By then Stan had hung up but Gwendolyn was too pissed to notice, instead clinching the phone in her hand until it was close to cracking.
What was it she saw in him again?
"Wendy 2's in," Stan said as he put his cell down. "So what's the plan Kenny? Where are we going?"
"I don't know, pick some place," Kenny shrugged.
Stan frowned. "Hey, this is your idea," he argued.
"And the whole triple date thing is a ruse," Kenny retorted. "It's so that Damien doesn't catch on. Remember, we need to find out just what's going on between him and Kyle and this is the best way to do it. Besides, the last thing you want to do is piss off the Antichrist because he'll turn you into a fucking duckbill platypus and screw you over. Seriously, that wasn't fun."
"I don't know," Stan said thoughtfully. "I think it'd be fun being a duckbill platypus."
Kenny gave Stan a veiled look that obviously said "shut the fuck up ass". Dang, he never thought Stan would begin inheriting his father's stupidity this early. "Whatever you dream of when you're high," the blond instead said dismissively. "Focus with me Marsh, we gotta keep an eye out for anything that might make Kyle uncomfortable with Damien. Maybe we can get Kyle to break the thing off himself and that way, Damien can't blame us."
"What do platypuses even eat?" Stan wondered.
Kenny sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Goddamn it.
Bonnie blinked owlishly as she peeked out of her front door, watching the figure on the motorcycle in confusion as she wondered what was going on. The vehicle in question was placed right in front of her house and the driver was looking straight at her house, or more like at her as if he had been waiting.
A few seconds worth of staying allowed her to figure out that it was Rod who was out there and as soon as she realized this, she began to wonder what he was doing in front of her house at this time of day. It was the middle of the afternoon…and how did he know where she lived anyway?
Rod waved at her, gesturing for her to come over. She looked from side to side, as if suspecting an ambush but finding none. Steeling her nerves, she crept out of her home and made her way over to Rod who was giving her a dazzling smile with those pearly whites of his.
"Rod?" she asked out loud. "What…what are you doing here? Why are you in front of my house? How do you know this is my house?"
"I didn't think you had forgotten this soon," Rod shrugged his broad shoulders. "My house is right next door. We've been neighbors this whole time but never have we gotten together as them."
"Wow," she said, unable to come up with any kind of reply to that. "But what brings you here now?"
"Saw you come home yesterday looking sad and I thought why not do something to cheer you up?" Rod answered, his green eyes glowing with a gentleness that made Bonnie's heart beat faster. "What d'ya say we go out and see a movie or something? Get something to eat?"
"Are you asking me out on a date?" she asked slowly.
"If you want it to be one, then it can be," Rod told her earnestly. Looking her up and down, he added, "How 'bout you go back inside and change into something more comfortable? We're friends, right?"
Bonnie bit her lip, thinking about what Rod was asking of her. Should she accept and go out with him? He was kinda right that she was feeling a bit blue, especially after hearing about how her crush Kenny had asked Brittany Love out for a date. She had always hoped it would have been Kenny who would have swooped in and rescued her from a loveless life, a dashing Prince Charming that would have turned her otherwise dull life upside down and shown her what it was like to experience true love.
Instead, she found Rod taking Kenny's place and instead of a white, noble steed it was a black, metal motorcycle that rumbled softly underneath the dark-clad boy giving her the offer.
What should she do?
Coming to a decision, she nodded and said, "I'll be right back." Turning towards her home, she marched back into the building with purpose, her destination being her room.
She did not see the glint in those green eyes that watched her every move like lion about to pounce on a zebra.
"Why the hell are we going to watch Just Go With It?" Stan asked almost in a whining tone. "Isn't that some kind of romantic comedy?"
"Number one, Stan, is that Cartman won't be there to watch it and screw up everything," Kenny explained to the jock while Brittany Love and Wendy 2 were busy getting the tickets. Kyle and you-know-who hadn't shown up yet and Kenny was getting quite anxious about it. The longer the Antichrist was not in his sight, the more uneasy he became.
"How do you know Cartman won't be there?" Stan demanded.
"It's an Adam Sandler movie," Kenny replied dismissively. "Cartman wouldn't be caught dead in a movie theater watching an Adam Sandler movie."
"Huh? Why?" Stan asked, not getting what the blond was pointing out.
"Adam Sandler is Jewish."
"Aren't most people in Hollywood Jewish?"
"Adam Sandler is the most blatant."
"Oh!" Stan said, his eyes lighting up as he got it.
"Yeah, oh," Kenny deadpanned, taking a moment to give Stan a look.
"Oh, what?"
Startled, Kenny turned around as casually as he could, trying to make it seem like he hadn't gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar. As if having popped out of thin air, there stood Kyle and Damien, Kyle somewhat behind the Antichrist as the black-clad hellspawn stared at the blond coolly. With the light of the sun hovering over the horizon, Damien looked paler than ever, almost to the point you could see the various veins in his body just beneath the skin.
Thankfully, for Kenny's sake, Stan piped up. "Kyle! Man, it's great you could make it!"
However, it wasn't Kyle who answered but Damien. "My pet wanted to spend time with his friends and this is only a gesture of trust between me and him. I'd like to warn you right now that any touching will result in me sending you straight to Hell where my father's minions will ram coconuts up your ass for twenty-four hours, afterwards of which you will be thrown into a room full of cacti and be forced to listen to whiny protest songs from the 60s. Do we have an understanding?"
"Damien!" Kyle complained. "You promised you would be nice!"
"This is me being nice," Damien answered, his narrowed red eyes sliding lazily to a side to eye the Jew.
"He's just joking," Kyle huffed, turning towards Kenny and Stan and giving them a small smile. "He won't really do that stuff."
"Would you like to bet on that?" Damien asked idly.
"What's with all the tension?" Kenny interrupted, giving one of his charming smiles to try and lighten the mood. "We're just a bunch of friends having a good time and going out on dates. Let's just have fun and let whatever happen, happen? Sound good?"
"That sounds great," Kyle answered brightly. "So what are we going to watch?"
"Kenny wants to see that Just Go With It," Stan answered, rolling his eyes.
"Adam Sandler? I love him!" Kyle exclaimed.
Behind him, Damien scowled and looking to a side, grumbling, "Fucking Nicky," under his breath.
"Guys, we got the tickets!" Wendy 2 announced as she came up to them, showing the tickets off as if she had gotten a hold of the latest issue of whatever girl magazine girls read these days. The guys had no clue what was "in" with girls but they figured it would be best that they didn't know.
They were still trying to figure out what the sparkles meant.
A dark theater was typically a teenager's paradise as it was dark and people weren't paying attention to you so you could make out with a certain significant other without being bitched at. At least, that's what Kyle came to understand about it.
To his left sat Kenny and his date, Brittany. Kyle didn't have to look at them to know that Kenny was putting the moves on the girl and she was enamored, no doubt about it. Out of all the people he knew, Kenny McCormick was the smoothest person around who could sweet talk a girl into almost anything. There were times when he thought the blond overacted the pervert role of his and only hearing the soft whisperings of the blond was enough to make that conclusion more believable.
To his far right were Stan and Wendy 2—er, Gwendolyn. Gwendolyn had her head resting on Stan's shoulder, Stan himself leaning his head against her and occasionally pecking his lips against her forehead, a hand holding hers with the fingers intertwined. It was at times like these that Kyle could see what girls saw in the jock. When he wasn't being crude, being a pussy, or overreacting, Stan was sweet and doting. Maybe a bit too doting in the case of Wendy, Wendy Testaburger that is, but hey that was part of his charm.
Now to his immediate right, in the seat right next to him, sat Damien who conveniently had an arm resting on his thin shoulders. The Jew could feel the unnatural heat that the Antichrist emitted and while it was nice to feel during a cold night, it was not cold in the theater and was thus plain uncomfortable. Damien, though, didn't seem to notice this and instead pulled the Jew closer to him.
Kyle sighed to himself; there was no use fighting and besides, who'd have thought that the Antichrist was a cuddler? Seriously, whether he would admit it or not, Damien was a cuddler. He liked to cuddle things, which explained the stuffed voodoo dolls that he had found in Damien's room down in Hell. Most kids had stuffed animals; Damien had voodoo dolls complete with pins and needles.
Getting away from that topic, Kyle did his best to try and pay attention to the movie in front of him but that was easier said than done. No, it wasn't because the movie was bad or anything; there was a guy up near the front who booed and hissed at the screen whenever Adam Sandler was on. Damn that guy was annoying; he would throw popcorn up at the silver screen and ruin lines by saying crude statements in place of the original one.
Frankly, it was making it hard to enjoy and if he wasn't being semi-restrained by Damien, he would have stomped down there and given that asshole a piece of his mind.
"Go get a real job!" the asshole screamed at the movie screen. "Stop boring us with your pathetic excuse for acting! Everyone knows Jews can't act!"
Wait a minute, that sounded familiar. He didn't need to look to know both Stan and Kenny had sat up straight as if they two recognized something was odd. Beside him, Damien shifted, more than likely catching on to the tense atmosphere around them. Kyle could feel the devil's spawn tighten his arm around his shoulders and lean in closer to him.
"Is something wrong, my pet?" the dark prince whispered into his ear. "Does it have to do with that obnoxious sinner down there?"
"He just sounds familiar," Kyle admitted. "For some reason, he reminds me of—"
"Cartman!" Stan shouted at the asshole down below who spun around in his seat just as the screen lit up for a daytime scene, revealing that it was indeed the Anti-Semitic himself.
"Oh…God…damn it," Cartman swore as he stood up suddenly and rushed out of the theater as if he had just been caught looking at gay porn. There was some clapping as the fatass escaped, several movie-goers ecstatic that they could now watch without being bothered by a fat heckler.
For some reason, Stan shot a look at Kenny, a look that Kyle was unable to figure out though Kenny did look contrite. Must have been something between them or something.
"Don't fret," Damien whispered into his ear, his forked tongue light grazing against his earlobe and sending a shudder down Kyle's spine. "I'll deal with him later."
Oh, Kyle had no doubt that Damien would deal with Cartman. No doubt at all.
Rod did not like Adam Sandler. The guy was a fucking typecast and really, once you've seen one, you've seen them all. When the movie had begun and that asshole in the front began ripping on it, he had enjoyed it.
He hadn't gotten involved because he could tell that Bonnie was put off by it and there was no way he was screwing up his chances for something action tonight.
When it turned out that the asshole yapping at the mouth was none other than that dick Cartman, well that just put a damper on things. There was no way he was going to admit that he agreed with the fat bastard on anything unless he could get something out of it. Once Cartman was gone, though, he had to suffer in silence though the chick at his side was a plus.
It was a plus that got bigger when Bonnie leaned her head against him, using his chest as a pillow and he knew that he was closer to getting some.
As a matter of principle, Stan didn't enjoy the movie. It was like guy code not to like romantic comedies, no matter who the hell was in them. That and he didn't see Wendy anywhere so that he could put his plan with Wendy 2 in action.
All in all, Stan was not a happy boy.
Now, when Kenny had suggested going out on a triple date or whatever the hell this thing was, he had expected going to eat in a nice place. You know, nicer than Shakey's. It wasn't like the place was dirty, it was actually pretty clean, but it was just, you know, it just wasn't the place that was made for romantic dates.
Kenny mentioned that the place was cheap but Stan wasn't completely sold on the idea. Who cares about cheapness when you're trying to show your fake girlfriend a good time? The only people who used Shakey's for a place to eat on a date were old people who were feeling very adventurous or little elementary schoolers who just happened to get enough cash to afford it.
They were fucking high schoolers; it was the principle of the thing.
"My, we're really going all out, aren't we?" Kyle asked dryly as they entered Shakey's, Kenny leading the group to the nearest booth as quickly as he could.
"You know me man, always strapped for cash," Kenny shot back.
"You know, if you needed it, I could have lent you some," Stan told him as he took a seat, Wendy 2 sitting down next to him. "I don't think that Italian place is too far from here."
"Stan, you know I don't like owing people anything," Kenny told him calmly. "Though, if it's a girl I might be willing to stretch myself," he added as he eyed Brittany slyly.
"Behave!" Brittany laugh, patting/slapping Kenny on his shoulder.
"Last I heard, you owed some people in high places your soul," Damien said flippantly.
Kenny shot a glare at the Antichrist. "Alright, no one human, how about that?" he said snappishly.
"Kenny, don't," Kyle said warningly.
"Kyle, I'm not that stupid," Kenny rolled his eyes.
"I don't know about that," Damien replied. "You've had repeats of certain incidents, some of which were so obvious you had to be blind not to see them coming."
"Damien!" Kyle complained. "You said you were going to be nice!"
"And I thought we too covered that," Damien said to the Jew.
"And why haven't we've been served yet?" Kenny picked up, hoping to change the subject.
"We just got here," Brittany pointed out to him.
"Yeah? Well, why hasn't anyone come to wait on us?" Kenny rephrased.
"Because the service at Shakey's is horrible," Kyle deadpanned.
Ah yes, Stan thought to himself. That was another reason why not to go to Shakey's when on a date; the service was shitty but you didn't dare let the employees hear you say that as they'd do something to your food and you wouldn't know about it until it was too late.
God, why did he still come to Shakey's?
"If it's that bad, maybe I can do something to entice them to work harder?" Damien suggested.
Snapping his head around, Kyle gaped at Damien. "Are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"
"Already did it," Damien said dismissively.
A shadow fell over their table and the five mortals there looked up at a zombie-fied waitress who had a similar appearance to one of the Deadites from Evil Dead. It was horrible yet awesome at the same time to look at.
"May I take your soul?" the possessed waitress asked, her voice rasping yet shrieking at the same time.
"Not today," Damien said authoritatively. "Also you have the phrase wrong. Say it again or you won't be coming out of the eternal hellfires for a few millennia's."
The possessed waitress seemed to struggle for a bit before finally asking, "May I take your sss…your sss…your sss-order?"
"Better," Damien praised.
While everyone else was too terrified to say anything (Stan wouldn't admit that he was on the verge of pissing himself), Kyle gathered his wits enough to order for them.
"Yeah, I think we'll just have an extra-large pizza," Kyle said. "…make that two."
"What would you like on your pizza?" the possessed waitress asked. "Your soul?"
"Maybe next time," Kyle said hastily. "We'll just have pepperoni…unless someone else wants something different."
When no one answered, Damien took it upon himself to give them motivation, his eyes eerily glowing red. "He asked a question."
"Oh no, pepperoni's good," was the general consensus as none had the nerve to object to the choice, as if they feared denying Kyle his pepperoni would result in them having their souls cast into eternal hellfire.
Stan only went with the flow because he really needed to use the bathroom and agreeing was the quickest way he could do this. No really, that was the reason. …okay, maybe he too was scared of being damned forever but you would be too if this was happening to you.
"Would you like a side order of your soul?" the possessed waitress asked.
"What did I just say?" Damien snapped, sending the waitress scurrying away. "Damn Deadites. They are forever suckage when it comes to anything not involving souls."
Stan slowly stared at Damien who traded him look for look until the jock finally got it into his head that he needed a breather. "I'm gonna hit the can," he excused himself, or at least tried to.
It wasn't because Kenny suddenly perked up and began to badger Kyle into going with him. No, it was Wendy 2 who had clamped her hand onto his arm and didn't look like she would be letting go anytime soon.
"Don't leave me with him," Wendy 2 hissed at him, her eyes darting nervously over to where Damien sat.
"Sorry," he told her apologetically, "but it would be weird to bring a girl into the guy's restroom." He managed to slip his arm out of her grip, much to Wendy 2's dismay, and managed to make his way away from the table in the relative direction that he knew the restrooms were.
It was only after he had entered that he had realized he was being followed…by Kenny and Kyle, the former of whom was practically dragging the latter behind him.
"Kenny! I thought I told you I didn't need to go!" Kyle exclaimed at the blond, scowling.
"Hey, relax," Kenny said soothingly. "We're all friends here and…Stan? Where are you?"
Stan answered with a stream of piss hitting the porcelain sides of the urinal he was at, practically groaning at the sense of relief he felt.
"Oh, oh, that is so mature Stan," Kenny grumbled at him.
"When you gotta go, you gotta go," Stan replied as he let out a sigh.
"You were saying?" Kyle interrupted, looking pointedly at Kenny.
"Oh! Right. Well, we're all friends here," Kenny began from where he had left off. "We're just a bit worried about you Kyle. We haven't…really been hanging out a lot lately."
"Yeah," Stan agreed as he finished up and gave a courtesy shake. "You don't know that I got an invite from that guy from Halo who keeps pwning everybody. He wants to be on a team with me."
"I'm sorry guys but things have…wait, really?" Kyle said, stopping midway to address the most pressing of issues. "You mean that asshole sent you an invite and wants to play with you? Dude, sweet! You gotta introduce me sometime!"
"Start hanging out with us more and I will!" Stan told him enthusiastically.
"Stan, we aren't trying to bribe him!" Kenny scolded.
"I'm not bribing," Stan defended. "I'm enticing Kyle to get back onto Xbox Live."
"Wow, I didn't know you knew that word," Kyle said blandly.
"I've been studying," Stan said proudly.
"Where do you find the time?" Kenny found himself asking before he gave himself a mental bitchslap so that he could get back on topic. "Never mind, Kyle, we want to know how you feel about Damien. Be honest."
"Way to come from left field," Kyle deadpanned.
"I try," Kenny retorted.
Kyle sighed before looking away from the two. "I don't really know. There are times where I find myself scared shitless around him, walking on eggshells but then there are times where I feel like I can just hang around him as if he was an ordinary guy, you know?"
"Anything else?" Kenny pressed.
"Well…he must have some kind of super libido or something because he can go all night and then some and I find myself unable to walk for a couple days—"
"Dude!" Stan exclaimed, covering his ears. "Too much information, man!"
"A super libido? Really?" Kenny asked, intrigued.
"Ever felt paralyzed from the waist down?" Kyle asked. "That's what it's like."
"Kyle! What did I just say!" Stan wailed.
"Sorry dude," Kyle said apologetically.
"Okay, outside of sex, do you like this guy?" Kenny asked, placing a hand on Kyle's shoulder. "Do really feel like you can spend the rest of your life with a guy who just possessed the entire workforce of Shakey's with Deadites?"
"It's not like I have a choice…" Kyle said softly.
"Kyle, if he's holding you against your will or forcing you to go out with him, you shouldn't be dating him," Stan pointed out. "It's all the hallmarks of an abusive relationship. Dump the guy and get out of there before you get in too deep."
"Inspirational," Kenny applauded.
"I don't think I should be taking advice from a guy putting himself into a cliché situation," Kyle deadpanned.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Stan frowned.
"Cool it Stan," Kenny cautioned. Stan, though, crossed his arms over his chest defensively and his scowl deepened. Here he was trying to offer help and what does Kyle do but throw it back into his face. What a douche. "We're both concerned about this," Kenny faced back to Kyle. "From what you're telling us, it isn't good. You gotta get out of there man."
"Don't you think I would if I had the chance?" Kyle snapped back, fury in his eyes. It was a familiar sight and Stan felt warmth growing in his chest at the familiarity. That fury didn't stay long as Kyle sighed and shrunk slightly. "But now…I don't think I want to anymore. I don't know why, I just feel so comfortable with how things are now. I mean, Damien doesn't put any impossible tasks on me or beat me or anything."
"Are you saying you have that Swedish Syndrome?" Stan asked.
"Swedish Syndrome?" Kenny asked, frowning at Stan.
"You know that thing where if you stay around a kidnapper too long you start liking them," Stan said.
"I think you mean Stockholm Syndrome," Kyle clarified.
"Yeah, Kyle does sound like he has it," Kenny agreed.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "I don't fucking have Stockholm Syndrome."
"How would you know?" Stan challenged. "You used to be afraid of him—"
"To a degree I still am," Kyle interrupted, "but I think that's because of the evil that radiates from him. He's the Antichrist, remember? He's evil incarnate. Instinctively I would be afraid of him."
"And don't you think your instincts are trying to tell you something?" Kenny pressed.
"Well, yeah," Kyle admitted, "it's telling me you've left your dates out there with him for too long."
"Oh crap," Stan swore.
"Now be honest," Damien told the two girls. "I've always wanted to know this. What is it that women want?"
Brittany and Gwendolyn shared a look with one another. While they didn't really hang out with one another at school, dangerous times always brought together the oddest of pairs. So it was this odd pair that found itself having to entertain a highly volatile demon that looked like he would murder your parents and not give a shit.
"Why are you asking us this?" Gwendolyn protested, not comfortable with the line of questioning.
"Because it might help me understand my father," Damien replied, propping his head with the palm of his hand, his elbow set on the table. "I sometimes wonder where his estrogen flares come from. Now spill."
"I guess all we want is to be happy," Brittany answered hesitantly.
"Really," Damien said. "So what makes a woman happy?"
"Uh…well," Brittany said hesitantly.
For some reason, Gwendolyn had the feeling that no matter what answer they gave, it would not satisfy the guy's curiosity.
When the hell were those guys going to come back?
"Why don't you come inside?" Rod suggested as he came to a stop in front of his house. "It's still early and you live right next door."
Bonnie bit her lip in hesitation; for some reason, it felt like this whole night was one big betrayal. It was a betrayal of who she was, a betrayal to Kenny, the person she had watched from afar for so long, and just a betrayal in general.
Yet at the same time, she wanted to stick to the side of her neighbor, the new guy who had come into town from out of the blue and was directing all his attention onto her. It felt nice being the one pursued for once and she was enjoying it. So when Rod asked that question, she immediately wanted to say yes but stopped only because her home literally was in sight. Just the sight of her house reminded her of who she was and what her hopes and dreams were and so she had to stop and think on it.
She had been so sure just a second ago but now there were so many doubts running through her head. What should she do?
Meanwhile, Rod was pulling his bike into the driveway, turning it off and sliding the key out of the ignition. He was doing this only to keep from getting impatient. What was taking her so long? It was a simple yes or no question.
Feeling eyes on him that he knew didn't belong to Bonnie, he subtly searched for their voyeur and spotted a flash of pink a ways down the street. Sunny was walking by, Rod knew it in his gut.
And she was watching them.
He slid an arm around Bonnie's shoulders, saying, "It's only for a few minutes. I can get you something to drink or maybe make you a late night snack. How about it?"
He was winning, he could tell by looking at Bonnie's face. She was still divided but she was leaning towards his side and all he needed to do was give one last push and she would be his.
This was not the time to fuck up, not when he was so close.
"I know you don't trust me very well," he sighed, slightly melodramatic. "I'm new here and everything but you know, I'm kinda lonely. I mean sure, some people go out their way to help me but they don't like me enough to invite me to just hang out with them, you know what I mean? Everyone has their friends, it's senior year, and no one's going to want to give me a chance. I'm always on the outside looking in, you know?
"Sometimes, I guess you could say that I'm on the other side of a…a glass wall I think. Everyone is on the other side and it's like I can see them…"
"…and they can't see you," Bonnie surprisingly finished up for him. "You just want to give them the world, anything so that they will look straight at you…"
"…and smile," Rod finished from her, doing his best not to smirk. "They'll smile and ask you what they thought they were doing, looking everywhere for…"
"…for love," Bonnie continued, "for that moment when they realize you've been there all the time, waiting for them to give a look. To say that they should have looked at you first…"
Bingo.
Rod knew he had her; he was guiding her to the front door and everything and she hadn't realized a thing. He probably didn't have to be so underhanded but then again, he was not going to risk it. Once he got her through the front door, it was over.
He let his shoulder slump a bit and gave her a sad smile. "I guess we understand each other better than we thought. Would you…would you like to come inside? It's warmer in there than it is out here…"
"Alright," Bonnie finally agreed.
Yes. He unlocked the front door and led her in past the point of no return. As he was closing the door, he saw Sunny again, this time closer and more obvious in staring right at him. He gave her a wicked smirk and shut the door, sealing Bonnie's fate.
The three boys barreled out of the restroom, intent on saving the girls from whatever inhuman torture Damien was subjecting them to.
Well, actually, it was more like Kenny and Stan were barreling out and Kyle was being dragged behind them. Kyle noted this but did nothing about it mainly because he believed his friends were overreacting. He hadn't intended on panicking them but hey, shit happens.
"Wendy 2! Are you alright?" Stan practically howled as he reached the table.
Both of the girls looked up at him, each holding a slice of pizza in their hands, a string of cheese stretching from the slices to their mouths. Huh, had they really been in the bathroom that long?
Tearing the string of cheese away from her mouth, Gwendolyn said, "Just peachy. Why?"
"Thank God!" Stan said in relief. Kyle had a foreboding sensation welling up within him at that point because he had a crazy idea that Stan was about to stick his foot in his mouth. "I thought you had been tortured and were being dissected or something because that evil asshole eats only human flesh and likes to drink blood! You're just perfectly fine, just like I left you."
"You can say that again," Kenny agreed softly, his eyes trained solely on Brittany.
"You know, I'm right here," Damien spoke from where he sat, not a slice of pizza near his person.
Kyle knew this would happen; he should have gagged Stan when he had the chance.
"You haven't possessed either of them, have you?" Stan accused, narrowing his eyes at the Antichrist.
"Of all the people in the world, why would I want to possess your girlfriend?" Damien retorted. "Besides, I'm already taken, thank you very much you mortal twit."
"Oh? You want to get it on?" Stan challenged, standing straighter and squaring his shoulders, his hands balling into fists.
Kyle rubbed the temples of his forehead; really, he should have seen this coming. However, before he could try to say anything to avert the impending disaster, something strong grabbed him from behind and pulled him backwards.
"Your soul!" a Deadite chef roared into his ear, "I will eat your soul!"
Aw shit.
"Kyle!" Kenny exclaimed, making a move to go to his aid.
"What did I tell you!" Damien roared as he rocketed up from his seat. "Are you risking eternal damnation?"
"I'm already damned! I don't care!" the possessed chef shrieked back. Damn it, did he have to yell in his ear? He didn't want to be fucking deaf before age 20; he liked being able to hear things.
Damien's mouth opened wide and out came a loud, feline roar. The tiled floor beneath their feet began to crack and shatter, eerie red light pouring out from them.
A second later, everyone in town heard an explosion as Shakey's ceased to be.
Kenny was still spewing smoke from his lungs as he led Brittany back to her house. Well so much for trying to pull an intervention with Kyle, this whole fucking date was ruined. He had no idea what was going on through Brittany's head but she had been silent the entire walk back to her house, her face blackened with scorch marks from the blast.
Scratching the back of his blond head, he let out a sigh and said, "I'm sorry about tonight. It didn't get close to how I wanted things to go. I'd understand if you don't want to talk to me for a while."
Brittany said nothing but she did come to a stop, Kenny not figuring this out until he realized he was all alone and turned around to see if she was near.
Brittany had a look on her face, as if she was thinking about something intensely and was trying to hold back from doing something she knew she would forget. Kenny waited for her to say something, anything, dreading the hurt his ego was about to go through.
Finally, she exhaled loudly and some of the tenseness she was displaying faded away. She looked him dead in the eye, her purplish-colored ones boring straight into his blue ones.
"Things…happen," she said slowly, as if trying to convince herself to believe what she was saying. "It's not your fault. It's no one's fault. Things happen."
"Yeah, they do," Kenny agreed, still waiting for the other shoe to fall.
"Maybe…next time we can just go by ourselves," she said, her voice almost cracking but getting stronger with each word she spoke. "I really like you Kenny, I do. We have plenty of time to get it right, right?"
"We do," Kenny said, slightly put off on hearing her confession but not about to do anything that might make her hurt even more than she already did.
"You could come inside, you know," Brittany said. "Get cleaned up so you don't have to go home looking like you got out of a war, you know? I'd like to spend some more time with you."
Kenny smiled at her warmly, thanking God privately that this was going better than he had thought it would. "Thank you, Brittany," he told her frankly. "I would like that. I really would. It's not often someone lets me clean up at their house and it means a lot to me. Just…just thank you."
He drew closer to her and wrapped an arm around her, looking deep into eyes that had widened suddenly. He narrowed his eyes, letting those baby blue twinkle as he descended and claimed her lips in a soul shattering kiss.