I AM SO FUCKING SORRY, YOU GUYS! Seriously.
The fact that the gay kids were once again all together and Stan March and Kenny McCormick were sitting at their lunch table seemed to interest a great number of people. A large portion of the cafeteria was staring at them with varying expressions. Girls occasionally came up shyly and tried to talk to Stan and Kenny, and when they received friendly responses, they were too overwhelmed to stay any longer, and rushed back to their seat, flushed red, where their friends awaited with high pitched squeals. Some of the guys seemed disappointed in the former gang members for turning to the fags. Others were rather excited, thinking this might cause some fight with Craig and Christophe. But one person's reaction, though hidden behind his hardened face, was greater than all the school's combined. Eric Cartman was furious.
After years of keeping them apart, making sure they remained enemies, turning them against each other whenever they happened to come in contact, were now wasted. Kyle was once again friends with Stan and Kenny. He was probably happy. And if Kyle was going to be happy, it couldn't be because of Stan and Kenny. He though he'd made him miserable. Last time he'd seen him, he'd been a depressed mess. Where had he gone wrong? It had all been so perfect in his mind. Make the Maxie kid cautious about his friends' loyalty to him. Make them mad by keeping him away from them. Lead him to Christophe. Get Kyle angry. Make Maxie disobey. Hence, destroy their friendship. Kyle would be better than not with Stan and Kenny. He'd be absolutely miserable. How could it have turned like this?
His pudgy hand crushed the milk carton he was holding in frustration. Butters hadn't even spoken to him that day. He could see him, hiding amongst Wendy, Bebe, Red, and a few Middle Park girls at a table across the room. He growled and stood up roughly, alarming the group of boys sitting at the next table over, before exiting the cafeteria with growing anger.
The only person who didn't seem to care about the new group of friends was Craig. He'd gotten over it before he'd even seen it, and he had other things to worry about. For instance, how to approach Clyde, Tweek, and Token. The three were sitting together, sharing relief that the gay kids were once again fine. Well, Clyde and Token were at least, Tweek was still convinced it was some sort of conspiracy.
"I can't believe they fixed it in one night," said Clyde.
"Seriously," agreed Token. "I thought we might have to get involved."
"Yeah, now we might get out of this without- what do you want?"
Token snapped around to stare at a very nervous looking Craig with an angry raised eye brow. Tweek squeaked and latched himself to Clyde's arm, looking at him fearfully. Craig winced.
"I... I just- I wanted to... uh..." he raked his brain for what to say. He'd planned it out, but his mind had gone blank.
"Yes?" spat Clyde.
"I'm... um... n-never mind." Craig turned and began to rush off, slightly red. He felt like an idiot. He should have known he couldn't do it.
"Craig," said Clyde sternly, standing up. Tweek squeaked again, trying to pull him back down. Craig stopped. Slowly, he turned back and looked at them. "I'm not going to let you talk to him at all if you don't do it today."
Craig felt his throat get caught. He stared at Clyde for a moment, then nodded lightly. "Tweek."
"Nhg!" Tweek shook, clinging desperately to Clyde's arm.
"Can I please talk to you? Just for a minute?"
"Gah! N-n-"
"Yep." Token and Tweek shot their eyes to Clyde, Tweek's terrified, Token's shocked.
"Clyde-" started Token.
"It's fine," said Clyde, pulling a protesting Tweek off of him and pushing him at Craig. "Hold on to him, he'll run away."
Craig took hold of his arm and gave Clyde an appreciative look before tugging him away quickly to avoid being spotted. It didn't work so well, as Tweek was shrieking and trying desperately to pull away, but they left the cafeteria without too much rucus. He pulled him around to the back of the school where the gang used to reside. It was now abandoned, even by Christophe, and there was nothing but undisturbed snow on the ground.
"Gah!" yelped Tweek, trying to push his hand off of him. "Jesus, d-don't -ngh!- hurt me!"
"Tweek, I just wanna-"
"Y-you brainwashed Clyde!"
"Tweek!" Craig took firm hold of his wrsts and pushed him against the wall a little harder than he meant to, and Tweek made a strangled sound, looking up at him with fear filled eyes. Craig's frusturated expression sddenly softened and he felt his heart ache. Tweek used to cling to him, turn to him for protection. Now he was afraid of him. God, he'd really fucked up. He averted his gaze downward and closed his eye irritabley. "Please, I just need to talk to you."
His hostage twitched horribley but said nothing. Craig looked back up at him and stared into his eyes, determined to keep his attention on what he was saying. "I'm sorry, okay?"
Tweek blinked. "Huh-?"
"I'm sorry for leaving!" spat Craig, tearing away from him and turning to stare at the white nothingness that had started to fall from the sky again. Tweek stayed pinned to the wall, eyes fixed on Craig's back. "I was just... scared, I guess."
"Sc- ngh!- scared?"
"Yeah... I- everything was really great, ya know? We were all really good friends and we didn't have any serious drama. Then I started to feel... something, and... I was scared it would mess everything up. So I left before it got the chance."
"B-but why are you -gah!- telling me this? What about Clyde and -nnh!- Token?" asked Tweek feebley, shaking madly.
Craig turned around shraply, a glare of frustration on his face, causing Tweek to let out a terrified squeak. His expression once agained softed and he took the few steps towards him. "Because I wanted to do this."
And he kissed him.
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"Stan, I gave up on Kyle so you could fucking make a move, not sit there and bask in his forgiveness forever," said Griff irrtabley, leaning with crossed arms against the tiled bathroom wall. "If you're not gunna even flirt, I'll get back in the race."
"Griff, I'm really just trying to fix our friendship right now," insisted Stan. "If we ever go out, it won't be for a while. You can seriously try-"
"You're dumb," interupted Griff, lightly tapping the top of his head with his fist. "Don't give in to your rivals so easily. What would happen if he actually fell for me? You'd be screwed. I'm giving you the chance because I can tell he likes you, even if he can't. You've gotta get him before he moves on. He's popular, Stan. Maybe not at this school, 'cause half the fags are still in the closet, but when we go out... let's just say I've fought many a hands away from that ass. You've gotta make a move, Stan. Now."
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"Hey, Chris."
Christophe looked up sharply from his lighter and glared at the intruder. A small grin crept over his face when he saw who it was.
"'Allo, Kenneth." He lit the end of the cigarette that was hanging from his mouth and pocketed the lighter. "Sick of your new friends already?"
"Nah, just thought ya might be lonely," said Kenny, smiling and taking a seat next to his on the bench. "Some chick came running into the cafeteria squealing about how Craig and Tweek were making out in back of the school, so I figured he left you."
Christophe scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "Stupid faggot."
Kenny laughed, smiling fondly at the sparkling, snow covered ground, as opposed to the hard glare he used to watch it with. Christophe risked a confused glance at him, which he immediately responded to, turning to look at him with a big grin. Christophe looked momentarily surprised, but quickly recovered his scowl. Kenny chuckled lightly again, and gazed at him evenly. "Seriously, though, Chris, you should come hang out with us."
Christophe looked appalled. "And why on Earth would I want to do zat?" he growled.
"'Cause you're all alone, and it's fucking depressing to see glimpses of you sulking around shcool."
"I do not sulk," barked Christophe childishly, fixing his glare on him fiercly.
"Look, I realise you're not really on good terms with the guys, but ultimately, the only one who's gunna give a fuck if your there is Angel, and he makes a fuss about everything," insisted Kenny, smirking at him. "Come on."
"I am not going to seet zeir with ze 'omos and 'ave everyone group me with zem," shot Christophe angrily.
Kenny laughed again. "Dude, the whole school knows you made out with me! You're already a fag in their eyes. The only thing hanging out with us'll do is maybe make you more prone to socializing."
Christophe huffed agrily to be reminded of the incident and stood up, turning to leave. Kenny's face fell serious and he stood up as well, grabbing his wrist. "Chris, please," he pleaded. "I feel like I've got no place with them. I need someone else there. Maxie sticks to me like glue, but Angel badgers him so much about it that I just feel bad. Griff spends all his time either resolving fights between Nico and Angel or staring at Kyle and Stan. They're being all best friendy, and Nico doesn't even seem to notice I'm there. I need you."
Christophe turned and looked at him catiously. That was a mistake, for his baby blues were big and begging for him to oblidge. He grumbled something inaudiable, then finally muttered, "Fine."
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"No," said Angel firmly. "I didn't want you guys here in the first place, no way we're letting that hang out with us."
"Come on, Angel, he's not that bad," offered Stan, giving Christophe, who did not seem to want to be there either, a sympathetic glance.
"No," said Angel again, glaring. Maxie was hiding behind Griff and staring at Christophe from around him, as if he wasn't quite sure whether he should say something.
"I think it's fine..." started Griff, looking thoughtful.
"No." insisted Angel, turnign to glare at him instead.
"Vote, Angel, sweetheart, vote," said Nico, pushing himself off the wall he was leaning on and grazing the group softly with his eyes. "All in favor of Christophe joining..."
Kenny, Stan, and Griff raised their hands. And after a moment, so did Maxie.
"All in favor of him getting the fuck away from us..."
Angel's hand shot in the air, followed by the less swift hand of Kyle, who looked rather upset.
"All who don't give a fuck..." Nico raised his own hand, then clapped them both together and smiled fakely at Christophe. "Welcome, Christophe, we are not responsible for any damage Angel may cause you."
Christophe blinked, looking slightly confused, but just as angry as usual. "Zat ees eet?"
"Yep," said Griff with a smile. Angel huffed unhappily and turned away, stalking off down the hallway.
"He'll warm up to you soon enough," assured Griff.
"I do not care eef 'e ever does," spat Christophe, turning away and stalking in the other direction.
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"How do ya think things work out like this?"
"No idea."
"It's good, though. That everyone's happy again."
"Yeah."
"Eric..."
"Leave me alone, Butters."
Butters stared at him for a moment. "Well, alright. But even though you hurt people, I'm still your friend. So don't be too depessed, okay?"
"...Okay."
"Bye then." He slowly began to make his way to the bathroom exit, but turned back when he heard his name. "Wha-"
But a pait of lips prevented him from saying anymore, or perhaps it was the shock. Either way, when his mouth was once again free, he was silent.
"Thanks," muttered Cartman, shoving his hands in his pockets and scuffling out of the bathroom with his cheeks a bright red.
And Butters just sort of stood there.
I really hate this chapter... not sure why. I don't think it's very good. The first three parts are good, but the rest is just BLEH. DX Sorry about that. And after you guys waited so long... I really apologies. Well a SHIT load has happened since last time I updated, so I'm not going to even try to tell you guys about it. My sex life is somehow much more active, though it involves no sex, but yeah... I have a lot of MEN, lately. UHG. SO ANYWAY, review please? I've decided I need at least four reviews before I update again. And the story is coming to a close soon. There will be a sequel if you guys are curious about what's going on with my OCs, but it's purely about them and I know a lot of you don't like them, so it's not crucial to the story at all. Just if you're curious.
