AN: HAPPY NEW YEAR! In this chapter, it's the flashback you've been waiting for, the before and after of Tweek's beating. As well as fleshing out the Rola pairing (not many wanted that but I wanted an example of a functional couple in this story!) Sorry if the first part of the flashback seemed rushed.
You've read before that the girls and I were a tight circle in seventh and eighth grade. But when we got into our freshman year in high school, things gradually changed. Don't get me wrong, during the first half of the year, the seven of us were still the best of friends. But the last time the group was all together was when the other girls saw Lola and I performed at the school's musical in the winter.
Then it was like the girls wanted to mark their own paths, find their talents. Leaving me in the dust.
Every one of the girls stopped being cheerleaders except for Bebe. She eventually worked her way up to captain. She was right. She had the face and the body of a cheerleader.
Wendy became the school's "golden girl". Captain of the debate team and class president. Straight A's every time. She was talking about college applications and SATs at just fifteen! Yet the one thing I expected her to be was a feminist and that never left her personality.
Red joined band class to continue her talents in bass. There she also fell in love with the acoustic guitar. She didn't just love music, she loved gym too. One of the best students; you can tell by her not-huge-but-still-noticeable upper body muscles. She rarely wore makeup anymore. Her blood-red shoulder-length hair was now cut to her neck. And what cemented her look, her voice was the first to get a few octaves deeper. She didn't care if she was called butch. She embraced it.
After the musical ended in the winter, Lola took her talents to the arts district. She was surprised at herself when she realized she could draw. Lola was so good in fact, she took first place at the school's art competition. She kinda became the reserved kid; she wasn't outspoken like Wendy, as pretty as Bebe, or strong like Red. She liked her quiet time and allowed her art to speak for her.
Nichole was the only one that defeated Red by physical strength because she was an athlete. Ok, she wasn't on any team but she was magic on the basketball court. Whether that be on the court at gym or on the blacktop at the park. She excelled in other sports too, like soccer, dodgeball, and even dance. But it was obvious that basketball was her passion just by the sheer willpower she possessed on the court.
Heidi… was still a bitch; I wasn't gonna lie. She never shied away from taking jabs at me, our friends, or at other classmates. But she was never obnoxious like Cartman. She was always good at making the entire class spilt their sides. Heidi was a genius in math though. The only class she rivaled Wendy in. She thanked her method of "emoji-analysis" to solve the difficult algebra homework.
As for me, I felt like I faded into obscurity once again after the musical. I did see the girls, but it was only one or two at a time. Or three, if I was lucky. It was hard to get everyone together again because of our conflicting schedules. After a while, I was the only one who kept initiating outing ideas in the group chat. I kept trying at every chance only to be disappointed.
I was happy that each of them had found their calling, in a way. Freshman year was the time to experiment. But I missed us.
But I had a plan. It was a week before summer vacation. With the after-school events ended and less homework in our classes, there was no reason all of the girls could not meet in the choir room for my surprise for them.
I giddily strutted over to our meeting place with my surprise in my hoodie pocket. I had seven passes to a Dave n Busters in North Park. Three weeks of saving allowances and working overtime for my dad. But it would all be worth it.
I went up to the choir room door and peeked through the small window. Perfect, all six of them were gathered around the grand piano. I opened the door a crack, ready to join them. Then froze in place when I heard their conversation.
"Anyone know why we're here?" Heidi asked.
"I don't know. Tweek said he had a surprise in the group chat." Red answered but she sounded disinterested.
Heidi sighed heavily. "Anyone else feels Tweek is getting annoying?"
I gripped the door handle tighter. I silently prayed that just her twisted sense of humor.
"Absolutely! Kid's been up our asses." Nichole said.
"It's cause we're his only friends." Lola said.
"And that's the problem right there!" Heidi argued. "He's way too clingy! Like his entire purpose revolves around our friendship!"
"For once you make sense, Heidi!" Red said.
"He doesn't understand that we have our own lives to worry about. And he's just shameless in the group chat!" Wendy added. The other girls agreed out loud.
"Very pathetic." Lola commented.
I let some tears fall from my eyes and nose. I was nothing more than a roadblock to the other girls' progress. However, I didn't make myself known just yet because I dumbly wanted to know what Bebe thought. She was the closest to me, she had to vouch for me.
As if she could hear my thoughts, Red turned to the blonde girl. "Why are you quiet? I remembered you rolling your eyes at Tweek's text the other day." Ok, that was rude but she can still redeem herself.
Bebe crossed her arms. "Honestly, I thought I was the only one who was getting annoyed."
My heart shattered. She just threw me under the bus like that! I breathed heavily to avoid a total breakdown. Craig was right! The other guys were right! I am trash! Nobody, not even my "friends" wanted to be around me!
I opened the door a little harder than I should. The girls jumped at the sound of the door slamming into the wall. I tried my best to give an angry glare at the girls through my ugly tears.
Bebe stood up fast. "Tweek! How much-"
"Every word." I seethed but my voice broke.
"Thanks for being honest with me." I said harshly to all of them.
Then I just ran as fast as I could. Not caring if they were yelling at me to come back. Not caring if they were following me. I wanted to be alone; that's what I was meant for.
I didn't stop until I reached the school's garden. I plopped down amongst the brightly colored flowers and let it all out with my head in my arms.
After a while, I stopped crying but I didn't get up. Then Craig and the other guys found me to literally kick me while I'm down.
Craig made a snide comment about my falling out with the girls then for the first time in a long time I stood my ground against him. I cursed and yelled how pathetic I thought he was. If it was anyone else, I would have felt bad.
But I did felt bad. So bad, I was dressed in bruises, bleeding all over.
Suddenly, I heard a bunch of female voices screaming. One group fled the scene. The growing wail of sirens.
Through my barely functional eyes, I saw a yellow and red blur above me constantly moving. It was crying hard.
I couldn't hold on much longer. "Let me finish him!" Was the last thing I heard before succumbing to darkness.
-/-
The light was harsh from above. It made the rest of the off-white room offensively bright. I groggily sat up and rubbed my eyes until it was no longer sensitive to the light.
Then I remembered something. Off-white? Wasn't my room painted green?
I looked much closer to my surroundings. A clean and cracked tile floor and a speckled roof where the blinding bulbs hung in rectangular boxes. The bed I was in wasn't my comfy full size. It was a creaky twin size bed with railings at the sides like a baby's crib.
Some kind of machine to my right beeped. Looking down, a clear tube was inserted into my right arm. I'm surprised I didn't notice it when I was rubbing my eyes. On my left arm was a bright blue cast.
I changed clothes too. Now I'm wearing a short sky blue gown. I pulled back the neck of the gown. On my chest were red and blue suction cup wires that were attached to the aforementioned machine.
I shakily took in a breath of the antiseptic-scented air. "What the hell happened?" I asked out loud.
A woman in a seafoam green uniform and scrubs enter the room. "Oh good. You're awake." She had a clipboard in her arms. She went over to the machine on my right and wrote something down.
"Miss, where am I?"
"The hospital."
"What? Why? What happened to me?"
"Sweetheart, you were in a fight at school. Not even a fight, one of the students attacked you. You've been unconscious for two weeks."
"I- I was attacked?" Now I was scared. Who could I have made so mad that they sent me to the hospital for that long?
"It's okay if you don't remember. They never do. I'll be right back with the doctor." The nurse left me alone with that. As I was left alone to ponder about what happened prior, the monitor rose in volume significantly when the realization hit me.
A minute later, a man in a white coat, presumably the doctor entered. Along with my parents. They looked more stressed than usual. The bags under their eyes and the lines in their faces were more predominant.
"Tweek!" My mom ran over to me and cupped my face; my dad in tow.
"Thank God! You're awake!" He said on the other side of me. Tears streamed down his face.
"Mom, Dad," I began. "Did Craig Tucker do this?" I needed to know. I noticed both my parents' face twisted into two different expressions when I mentioned his name. My mom's face showed anger but there was fear in my dad's face.
"I'm afraid it's true." The doctor told me. His name tag said Dr. Andrews. "Several witnesses said they saw Tucker attack you with a baseball bat. You've suffered from some broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken arm, and gashes on your head." He read off a clipboard. I reached up to touch the bandages on my forehead for confirmation.
"Thankfully, no serious head injuries since you remember who did this. Do you feel any pain?"
"My bottom lip is sore. My chest is a little tight and-. Wait. Wait! I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS!" I panicked. I ripped the sheets off of me, almost hitting my mom in the face. The face dropped in absolute horror when I saw the same blue casts covering both of my legs.
"That son of a bitch." I whispered, ignoring the rapid beeping of the monitor. "He paralyzed me."
"No! No, son! Your legs are broken but you are not paralyzed." My dad reassured me. "They say you'll need physical therapy."
"Exactly, Tweek. Nothing to worry about." Dr. Andrews said, but the fear was still painted on my face. "Through, I must say. If those girls had found you much later, most likely you would have been paralyzed."
"What girls? There weren't any girls when…this happened."
"Tweek, your friends found you." My mom explained. "Bebe was the one who called 911 and Wendy called us."
"Those are true friends you have there. We owe them your life." My dad said. And they both wrapped their arms around my neck. Another fragment of the puzzle fit into place as I cried silent tears in their hug. I was running from them because of what they said about me.
But, they still loved me enough to save me from Craig.
-:-
A few hours later, she walked in. I had just awoken from a nap when that blonde girl came into my room. Her usual face full of makeup was bare. She wore an oversized red sweatshirt instead of her tight fashionable coat. And her loose curly hair was in a messy ponytail. This is the most depressed he had ever seen her in. It's amazing how two weeks can change a person.
"Bebe?" I acknowledged her.
"Hi, Tweek." She said, very timidly. I gestured to the chair on the right side of my bed. She took it and folded her hands in her lap.
"You're here by yourself? Where are the others?" I asked through the tense air.
"When your parents told us you were awake I had to see for myself. I texted them, they should be pulling up soon."
"Oh."
"And... I wanted to talk to you first." I stared blankly at her.
"I'm not sure if you remember, but you were in the garden because of us. Because we were talking shit about you and you ran from us." She grabbed fistfuls of her sweatshirt. I made no indication that I did remember.
She started crying. "This was all our fault! My fault!" She hiccuped. "I should have told them to stop but I agreed with them! I'm so, so sorry, Tweek! You don't deserve a friend as fake as me! I don't know how I'll make it up to you! But I will-"
I cut her off by using my good arm to pull her into a hug.
"How could you forgive me so easily? I thought you'd be furious with me!"
"I was never angry. I was sad because I thought I lost you. But you girls saved me. I could have died that day. Or at the very least, been paralyzed."
"But I put you there in the first place!"
"Bebe," I pulled back and smiled at her. "I never blamed you or the others on what happened. I'm just happy to know that you still love me." She hugged me once more and cried into my shoulder like I had done to her before. I consoled her, even though I'm the one in the hospital.
I pulled back once more when I heard the door opened once again. Just like Bebe said, the other girls came to visit me.
Wendy shut the door behind her. They all looked just as guilty as Bebe was a few minutes ago.
"Tweek, I know you don't wanna see us right now." Wendy began.
"I wouldn't want to see us either," Lola said. A bouquet in her hands.
"But we wanted to say we're sorry!" Heidi said. Genuinely sounded remorseful. "Especially me! If I hadn't opened my big mouth-"
"Turner, if you and the other girls don't come over here right now, I'm kicking you out."
The girls were taken back at my request. But once they saw my outstretched arm and Bebe's reassuring smile, they all breathe a collective sigh of relief and let their fears go through their tears. They gathered around my bed and tried their best to wrap me in a group hug. Lola placed the bouquet on my lap.
"But still, we chased you out and got you stuck here! We really are sorry!" Red spoke out.
"I know you guys are. But I've already forgiven you when you came back for me. And like I told Bebe, I don't want to hear you guys blame yourselves. Maybe I shouldn't have snapped at Craig. But next time, talk to me when you have a problem with me ok?"
New tears fell from Red's eyes as she smiled brightly. "Tony, you're the best friend ever!" She placed a small kiss on my cheek. She hasn't done that in so long. The other girls followed her example and kissed my face all at once. It reminded me of how zany cartoons would comically kiss their opponent.
I laughed it off. "That will do, girls. Though you're right, I am." I was happy that I made their tear-stained faces laugh. But our moment was short-lived when I saw a scary face on the small TV high in the corner.
"Craig?" I question. The girls snapped their heads towards the TV. I reached for the remote from my bedside and turned up the volume.
"In our next news, fifteen-year-old South Park High Student Craig Tucker stood trial for the physical assault of Anthony "Tweek" Tweak." The news anchorman said.
"After being held in the custody of the South Park's Police for two weeks, Craig finally got his chance to plead in court. We go live to Matt in the courthouse. Matt?"
The scene changed to a different anchorman. "Trey, I'm standing in the South Park Courthouse where Craig Tucker had just been sworn in to give his testimony."
"Craig Tucker, do you deny the charges being brought against you?" The prosecutor asked the boy in orange on the stand.
"I don't deny what I did to Tweek." Craig said completely serious. I was honestly surprised by that.
"But the truth of the manner is, I was mentally unable to control myself when my episode happened. I have IED: Intermittent Explosive Disorder." The courtroom was filled with excited chatter.
"What?" I said in obvious shock.
"He isn't." Red said in disbelief.
"I was diagnosed when I was a little kid. I go into these episodes of uncontrollable rage and I start to lash out for little to no reason. Sometimes I forget the episodes I had. I didn't even know what I was doing until my friends literally had to pull me off of Tweek. And to prove it to you, I have my medical records diagnosing me with the illness."
On cue, his best friend Token Black walked down the aisle and gave the folder to the judge. I did find it suspicious that his friend gave the folder and not one of his parents or a doctor.
As the judge and the persecutor were looking over the file, Craig said "So, your honor, people of the jury. Are you really gonna send a mentally unstable kid to juvy for something he had no control over?"
"That bastard is lying!" Red raged. "He has no mental illness! Our family doesn't even have a history of IED!"
"Oh, he's mental, alright!" Wendy shouted. "Hopefully, they'll catch onto his lies and charged him for assault and lying on the stand!"
"And the audacity of not waiting for Tweek to wake up so he can testify against him!" Nichole said.
The judge spoke again. "Jury, have you reached the verdict?"
One man stood up. "We have your honor. Given the new evidence, we find the defendant," he took a breath. Craig was staring down the man; I could have sworn I saw fear for the first time in his eyes.
"Not guilty."
Every system in my body shuts down. I heard the girls collectively gasped and I felt Lola grabbed my free hand. But I couldn't respond to either reaction.
"Craig Tucker, I pardoned you of the charges held against you. But I will see to it that you receive the help you need for your mental health."
"I can live with that." He grinned. "I mean, thank you, Your Honor."
"Court adjourned." I flinched at the hammer hitting wood. Craig walked back to his family and out of the courthouse, unbothered. As he passed the camera, I briefly saw the smirk on his face. He knew that would work.
"You saw it here first, folks," Matt stated. "Craig Tucker innocent of all charges because he is mentally ill. Who knew? Let's pray the kid gets all the help he needs." I turned off the TV.
Red bent over my bed with her head in her hands. "I hate him. And I hate that we have the same blood!" Bebe rubbed her back to consul her.
"I know he's done some fucked up things at school," Heidi said. "But this is just peak fourth-grader Cartman evil."
"Tweek, are you ok?" Nichole asked. I took a deep breath and let myself collapsed in a fit of hysterical tears. My body writhed under the girls' arms. I couldn't stop. I cried about my injustice and the pain Craig caused my parents and my friends.
I spent another two weeks in the hospital. When I was released, I was still immobile so I had to spend a month in a wheelchair and come back for physical therapy.
Yet, I felt like it didn't matter if I got better. Because everyone, except my friends and family, would forget this ordeal and my monster would continue to live life scot-free. And that still haunted me.
"Um, how you doing over there, Tweek?" Lola asked me.
"I should be asking you that." I stand from my spot at the piano. We were both standing in the auditorium's orchestra pit. We finally finished our song and Lola was going to perform Red today! I was so excited!
"You ain't pussying out, are ya?"
"No! No! Just a bit nervous."
"I can slap those nerves out of ya if you want. Works on TV." Heidi comments from the front row next to our friends.
"I'm so glad you guys decided to stay and watch." Lola grimaces.
"You know we're nosy as fuck!" Nichole says. "This is gonna be cute!"
"Or embarrassing for her," Heidi says. "I'm for either outcome." Nichole smacks her upside the head.
"Thank you, Nichole," Wendy tells her. "Bebe, I'm still waiting on that $50." He grasps her shoulder and she shouts in pain. I raise my eyebrow at her.
"Chill out! I'll get it to you!" Bebe rubs her shoulder.
"I just touched you. Bae, are you ok? As you were sitting down, you look like you were in pain."
"I told you guys. I slipped on some ice walking home yesterday and fell on my back. That's it." She takes out her phone and uses the front camera as a mirror to check her makeup. Weird, she just did that ten minutes ago.
"You swear?" I said.
"Don't worry about me, Tweekers." Her phone dings. "Besides, Red is on her way." She says with a smirk.
Lola gulps her nerves down. I give her a thumbs up and sit down. I get my music ready in anticipation.
A minute later, Red walks down the aisle. "Yo, why you called me down here?" She stops in her tracks when she all of us. "Is this an intervention?"
"Not quite," I say. "Lola has something to tell you."
Red's face matches Lola's pink blush. She nods and sits next to Bebe.
"Red, um, I hope you don't hate me after this." Lola dumbly says. I roll my eyes at her while our friends giggle.
I play the sultry opening as Lola turns on the wireless microphone she had in her hand. I smile when I see Red cover her mouth in surprise.
There was something about you that sparked a tiny fire inside my heart
By the time it burst into flames I knew my world was torn apart
Lola's voice was steady despite everything. It blows through the ground speakers. My fingers flow gracefully across the keys. Red had her elbow perched up on the chair's arm staring at Lola in adoration.
Trying to catch my thoughts but they flew from me just like a butterfly
Lola leaned her elbows on the stage. Staring into Red's entrancing blue eyes. I'm glad the girls respected Lola's privacy and didn't record us. Everyone was in the moment.
And when it finally settled I saw it landed by your side
Take my hands and put your words for me within
Take my lips and show me what tongues are for
If the world decided this is called a sin
Then let it burn, 'til it can burn no more
Lola feels confident in herself enough to walk over to Red and kneel in front of her. The others squeal at this, including me.
I want to hold you close to me, I want to feel you there with me
I want to hear you say that it wasn't wrong to fall for you
Seal it with a kiss 'til I can taste you on my lips
I want to lose myself in another world where our story can come true
I play a few more bars then end the music, the other girls give us short applause and stare at Rebecca expectantly. She chuckles and pulls Lola up with her.
"Lols," she wraps her arms around her neck. "Did you really mean that?"
"100%." The brunette answers with her arms behind her. She tilted her head up at the slightly taller girl. "Did you like me? Uh, it? Actually, both?"
"Like it? Hon, this is the coolest thing anyone's ever done for me! I loved the song!" Red pulls her in for a hug.
"And to answer your first question," she whispers in her ear. She pulls back and gives her cheek a lingering kiss. Causing Lola to match her hair and give a goofy smile. And I just know Red has been wanting to do that for so long. I was so happy for both of them.
"Aww! Isn't this sweet!" A pudgy male's voice echoed.
"We-We-We told y'all!" Another one answers.
My smile drops. Oh no.
To everyone's disgust, The Big Four, Craig, and his three friends walk down the aisle applauding the girls.
"When did you idiots get here?" Red growls.
"When the whole thing started." Stan says. "Clyde told us that Lola was about to confess. And we were like "no she's not". So you know we had to see for ourselves."
"I still can't believe it! Our first lesbian kid couple!" Kyle gushes.
"We are literally witnessing history!" Clyde says. "You know, we helped Tweek write the song!"
"What?" All my girls turn their heads toward me.
I stand up and walk toward them. "They crashed my session at first and they wouldn't leave me alone! But they did help me create a line or two. Trust me, Red. Everything Lola sang was genuine!" Her eyes soften when she looks back at the brunette, who gives her a timid nod.
"For now, dear cousin," Craig speaks up. "But good for you Lola for finally growing a pair. Y'all are definitely not as cute as Tweekers and me. I give you guys three weeks." Red raises his fist at him but Lola catches it, muttering he isn't worth it.
Craig turns to Bebe. "What's up, Bebe?" He slaps her back as a greeting. She shouts in pain.
"Leave her alone! She tripped on ice and hurt her back!" Nichole says.
"Oh, is that right? How unfortunate." He gives her what looks like a sympathetic look. Bebe just pouts and gives him an icy glare.
"Can y'all just leave! This was supposed to a private thing!" I demand.
"Aww, but they're so cute together!" Kenny rebuttals. "By the way, Cartman did you post it?"
"Yeah man, it's already on my gram."
"What?!" I scream and I clumsily take out my phone. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the girls do the same. After I search for Cartman's name, there it was. His recent post was Lola's entire performance to Red.
I see Wendy stand up to face Cartman but Lola beats her to it by grabbing the collar of his jacket. I was impressed; you know shit gets real when the quiet kid steps up.
"You fat bastard!" She screams. "The girls didn't even record us! What gives you the right?!"
Cartman holds up his hands in defense. "Hey, I meant no disrespect! Besides, it's not like you guys have anything else to hide!"
This time, Red pulls her back by the waist. "As much as I love to see my baby beat you down, you ain't worth detention, fat ass. Leave now before I regret pulling her off." She threatens. Lola froze for a bit at the pet name.
"You ain't gotta tell me twice." Cartman speed walks up the aisle. Kyle and Stan are right behind him, laughing at his cowardice.
"Congrats again, cuties!" Kenny tells the girls before walking off. Token, Clyde, and Jimmy follow but Craig stays behind to grab my chin and kiss me on the cheek.
"Ugh!" I grimace in disgust. In front of my friends too!
"Yeah, we're definitely cuter." He winks at me before leaving himself.
"I'm so sorry, guys!" I tell Red and Lola.
"It's not your fault, Tony," Rebecca reassures me. "I just gotta hope my dad doesn't follow Cartman."
The next day at school, Red and I had just finished our Music Theory class and on our way to the cafeteria.
"You sure everything ok at home?" I ask her.
"For the tenth time, yes, Tony! When I got home yesterday, my dad didn't even mention it! And I wanna keep it that way. I'm afraid of what he's gonna say when finds out his only child is bi and likes a girl?" She holds onto her backpack strap a little tighter.
I frown at that statement. This reminds me of when Lola voiced her insecurities. Accepting my role as relationship consoler once again, I hold onto her shoulder.
"Red, no doubt your father is a redneck. No offense." She shrugs. "But one thing I respect about him is that he loves you. And he can be open-minded to change at times. Remember his bar is now a winery."
"You know that was just him jumping on the PC bandwagon."
"Ah, but it stayed that way. So I doubt he would be against the idea of you being with Lola. Speaking of Lola, have you asked her out yet?"
Red shrugs my hand off her. "Oh shit, I didn't. Here I am stressing over what might happen and I haven't even gone on a date with her! That should have been the next step after she confessed, right?"
"According to fanfiction." I smirk. Suddenly, Red's phone pings.
"What's wrong?"
"Lola. She says to meet her in the art hallway. It's an emergency." She heads down the opposite way. My nosy self follows suit.
By the time we got there, there was already a crowd gathered, including our friends and the guys. Both Red and I drop our jaws simultaneously in horror at the artwork plastered all over the walls.
Artwork of Lola and Red as a couple as far as the eye could see. Half is wholesome and sappy. The other half is obscene and flirty, fully drawn anime titties and everything.
"Dude, what the fuck?" Red choked out.
Why didn't I see this coming? South Park never knew how to handle their gay couples respectfully!
"Déjà vu." I whisper to myself.
"That's what I said." Craig says next to me, making me jump.
Red and I found Lola and went over to her. She looked very uncomfortable, hugging herself. "Lols, do you know who did this?" Red asks, putting her hands on her shoulders in reassurance.
"No. I just walked out of class and this was there!"
"Isn't it obvious?" I say. I turn to the crowd and glare at some of the Asian girls. "You guys need to mind your own business! It was bad enough when you drew yaoi art of me and Craig in elementary school! Now you're drawing… girl yaoi of my friends?!"
One of the girls, Lisa I think, walk up to me. "Tweek, this wasn't us. We're over that shit. This time it was the boys." She points to her male counterparts with sketchbooks in their arms and paintbrushes behind their ears.
A Korean boy flashes a wad of cash in his fist. "And the correct term is yuri."
"It's cuter than Creek." Lisa comments. Then Craig pushes her down. I gasp but no one else noticed because they were pestering Red and Lola. Mostly the boys.
"Hey, girls. Mind signing this for me?" Butters holds a painting of the girls in skimpy lingerie caressing each other. No doubt he just bought that. The girls back up in disgust.
David comes from behind them and wraps his arms around both of them. "Relax, ladies. We're just showing our support. By the way, have you seen any horses today?" Every guy's face light up for some reason at that question.
"What do you mean?" Lola ask.
"Just asking if you guys have went for a roll in the hay!" He turns his head to his friends when he says that.
"Hey!" His friends answer back. "Ohhh!" David lets go of them and they start to make a ruckus. Dancing around them like fools and singing Spanish Carnaval style.
David:
Bertha and Lola! (Other guys: Bertha and Lola!)
Sitting in a tree! (Other guys: Sitting in a tree!)
K-I-S-S-I-N-G! (Other guys: K-I-S-S-I-N-G!)
¡Qué bochinche! (Other guys: ¡Qué bochinche!)
Lola and Bertha! (Other guys: Lola and Bertha!)
All:
K-I-S-S-I-N-G!
I cringed in the corner with my other friends getting second-hand embarrassment. The guys were ruining a classic!
"Oh, the humanity!" Wendy comments, covering her eyes.
Red and Lola were a lot worse. Red looked like an angry lioness ready to attack. Lola looked mad too but her eyes were glistening.
Craig, the only one not participating, walks next to me while laughing at his friends. "It's a shame they don't put this kind of energy into us anymore, Coffee Bean. I can't wait until Uncle Skeeter hears about this. You should tell Red to start looking at homeless shelters."
Before I could tell him if Skeeter should be ashamed of anyone in his family, it's him, PC Principal enters the scene to break up the festivities.
"Shut the fuck up!" He screams. Everyone immediately went quiet. "Harassment of women will not be tolerated!"
"Oh, you and your frat buddies finally learned that lesson?" Jimmy comments. Token puts his arm in front of him to stop him.
Knowing he can't talk back to him, PC Principal ignores him and turns to Red and Lola. "Actually, girls. I wanted to talk to you in my office. Now that you're a new couple, it's time you learned a lesson in Affirmative Consent." He says to their confused faces.
I facepalm in disbelief; those horrid memories flooding back. Craig laughs boisterously at them.
"Craig!" He warns, pointing at him. Craig stifles his laughter behind his hand.
"The rest of you! Get to class! NOW!" He demands to the crowd. They disperse in a matter of seconds. Before I left, I watch Red and Lola walk shamelessly behind PC Principal. Ugh, those idiots! I pray their overhype hasn't ruined their chances together.
Later, the shy brunette was sitting on the park bench alone, shedding a few tears of discomfort. After spending an agonizing half-hour in PC Principal's office with her crush, she decided to skip the rest of the school day. Just to get away from the embarrassment! She couldn't face Red again after she's been forced to ask if she could touch her privates in their session.
She thought she had slipped by unnoticed until she heard. "Yeah, I get it. You had to get away from the bullshit too."
Lola looks up and quickly look away from the red beauty. Rebecca sighs and sits at the other end of the bench.
"Aren't you afraid you'll get caught?" Lola asks quietly.
"Actually, PC Principal saw me walk out the front doors, gave me $100, and told me to "go get her"." She scoffs and leans back into the bench, arms stretched out.
"You know, I was afraid school would be hell for both of us if I did confess. I just wasn't expecting all of that. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I should have known then not to believe this stupid fantasy of mine."
"You think I'm that vain to dump you after some teasing and whatever the hell we did in PC Principal's office?" Lola turns her head back to her. Red takes this as an invitation to scoot closer to her.
"I like you, Lola. Since the beginning of high school. You don't know how happy I was when you sang to me in the auditorium."
"Well, it was Tweek's idea. And I've liked you since eighth grade. I couldn't help myself, you're so magnetic. Pun intended." Red chuckles at her corny line.
"I'm just as embarrassed as you are about everything. But that doesn't change anything between us." Red states. "At least, I hope not. I wanna give us a chance. Let's try it one day at a time. I don't care if we do last three weeks as Craig said. As long as I'm with you, that would be enough."
Lola smiles wide, looking at those blue eyes. She was in the same trance she was in when she confessed to her.
"Hmm, let's try to go longer than three weeks. Just to spite him." Lola says with a smirk.
Red sticks her hand out, expecting a handshake. "Deal."
Instead, Lola pecks her on the lips. It's short and sweet and leaves Red turning into her name for maybe the thousandth time today when she tastes strawberry.
Lola giggles knowing she embarrassed her, and soon Red joins her. Lola accidentally lets out a loud snort and covers her mouth quickly. Red grins and wraps her muscled arm around her dainty shoulders, allowing her head to lay on her chest. Lola responds by holding her by the waist.
"So, Lola. We can't officially be girlfriends if we haven't gone on a date yet. So, you wanna spend that $100 or not?"
"In a minute." Her brunette sighs contently.
Rebecca kisses the top of her head. "No problem, babe."
AN: Please review! I've never written any other South Park ship besides Creek. Hope I did ok! Don't worry, the next chapter will be Craig and Tweek's date. Again the English lyrics for the song Magnet are from SirHamnet on Youtube.
And the song the boys sing to tease Red and Lola is from the song Carnaval de Barrio from the Broadway musical In the Heights.