"I just can't believe it!" Levy growls, nearly crushing his hand as he slammed the locker shut.
"How did Kendall sell more than us? He sold ten issues in one day!" He looks over to the ravenette male in response, earning a shrug from Sam. The male stormed over to Derick, whom stood farther down the hall and was chatting with Jake. The brunette male heard Levy's boots, but before he could turn around or act Levy grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and dragged him over to his locker.
"Kendall is apart of this?" He whispershouted, to which Derick nods.
"Well, duh," Derick says, as if it was common knowledge. He glares at Levy, poking his index finger into the redhead's chest. "And it was worth it, because he sold more than the two of you must have by the looks of it." His suspicions were confirmed when he saw Sam's open locker, the familiar newspaper wrapping sticking from the side. Sam looked at his stack awkwardly, shuffling his feet absentmindedly.
"How many have you two sold, anyways? One? Two?" Derick inquires, not bothering to try and hide the snicker he lets out. Levy shook Derick aggressively, earning yelps from the male.
"What's Kendall getting out of it?"
Derick continues to glare at Levy and removes his hand from his coat. "You really are your dad's kid," he lets out a sigh, before speaking again, his continuing glare contradicting his now less harsh of a tone. "Kendall isn't getting anything out of this other than the leftover playboys."
Levy sent him one last glare before dropping him. Sam stared with widened eyes as he shut his locker at the sound of heels rapidly hitting the ground that head towards them, expecting it to be some kid nosying around or a staff member. Instead, it was Kendall.
"Gentlemen." The dirty blonde reached under Sam since his locker was underneath his, rummaging inside the metal box for something. Levy glared at him with an irritated look and Kendall glanced to the side to look at him after feeling his stare. "I suddenly feel like an object.."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Levy questioned.
"You're staring at me." Kendall furrows his brows. "Did I do something wrong? Because it looks like you're about to deck me-"
"I am, and I will!" Levy shouted at him in a threatening tone.
Kendall took a moment to realize what was going on.
"Oh," is all that left the blonde's lips, as the realization began to dawn further. A grin etched on his lips, seemingly forgetting(or perhaps just ignoring) the glare he still received from Levy, as he said, "Are you two apart of the whole business too?"
"What do you think, Sherlock?" Levy says, still irritable but lowering his tone as not to draw more attention than the three of them already had held. "Yeah, we are. Besides, couldn't you have just bought some? Are you even interested in the ones Dereck is selling?"
"Looks like someone pays attention to my interests" Kendall teases, but when he gets a confused glance from Levy(and equally weirded out ones from Sam and Derick, the second still standing there for some unknown reason), he elaborates, closing his locker with an unsatisfied sigh from not finding whatever he was looking for, and then leaning against the lockers. "Yeah, I'm more into the retro ones. Just got the classic look to them, you know?"
"No, I don't know, actually," Levy states, shaking his head as he sighed through his nostrils. The young Broflovski male sticks his hands into the pockets of his gray jeans as he begins to tap his foot against the slick and hard flooring if the hallway, waiting for one of his friends to speak. Save for his hair not sharing much of the curly gene Kyle had possessed, Levy held a striking resemblance to his father as a child. Of course, most of the four did, in some way or another, with their mothers' genes only changing some parts.
"Hey, guys!"
The sudden voice brought the four students back to the reality around them, the continuing chatter of their fellow peers among them, the atmosphere anything but calm but not chaotic. As they looked in the direction of the voice, they saw Jake, a grin placed on the male's lips as he scampered over to them in an excited fashion.
"What's up?" Sam says, a smile on his lips as Jake slowed down before stopping beside Derick, panting for breath as he rested his hands on his knees for a second. Jake was unfortunate(but told otherwise by the girls) enough to get the baby fat his father had gotten as a child, but he was a bit more out of shape than his father was.
"Hey, do one of you happen to have another one of those magazines Kendall selled me?" Jake asks, standing up again after regaining his breathing.
Kendall lets out a chuckle, snapping his fingers.
"Why, yes, actually -"
"Actually, I happen to!" Levy butts in, throwing a hand over Kendall's mouth to silence him from speaking. The redhead wore a smile, seemingly pulling out a newspapered magazine from nowhere as he hurries over to Jake. Jake grins more, pulling out cash as he flicks through the dollar Bill's before handing over the dued amount, Levy exchanging the porno after getting the money. Neither of them, nor Sam or Derick happened to noticed the irritated look Kendall wore from Levy's sudden butting in, but rolled his eyes quietly as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of the ocean blue parka he wore, watching the exchange as he propped one of his legs behind him against one of the lower lockers. While Levy thumbs through the cash, he stops mid count, looking up at Jake with a puzzled look. Jake returns the look, furrowing a brow.
"What? Wrong amount?"
"No, no," Levy says, shaking his head, but his puzzled look remains. "I thought you probably got one from Kendall, guess that's all."
"Oh, I did!" Jake says, laughing a little as he waves the rolled up porno magazine towards Levy. "I'm just going to show Luke and Teddy that there's a bit more to life than they know!"
A short silence falls on the group, as Sam and Levy stare at Jake with wide eyes, Kendall wearing a grin while Derick started to laugh.
"You're going to exploit them?!" Levy interjects, his hands running through his hair hysterically as Sam remained in quiet surprise.
"I wouldn't quite say 'exploit'-"
"That's my boy!" Derick cackles as he leans towards Jake, wrapping his arm around the brunette's shoulder as a smirk played on his lips. Jake shared a laugh as well, with Kendall still grinning and letting out a small chuckle with them. The ravenette and redheaded males remained quiet, until Sam finally spoke up.
"Dude! Those two are probably as innocent as their parents!"
"Which is why," Derick says, unhooking his arm from Jake to cross his arms over his overweight chest mass, "we're going to do the job our old mans' should have done! Now, onward, Donovan!"
And the two set off in the opposite direction, Kendall gave Sam and Levy a wave before following closely behind. Sam watched as Levy let out a huff, turning to face him with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Those two are finished."
"Yeah, but look on the bright side," Sam says, shrugging a little as he sends the Broflovski a grin. "You got one magazine off your stack."
Levy let out a sigh, unhooking one of his arms and scratch the back of his neck. "Yeah, one. We gotta sell a lot more if we don't want our asses handed to us."
"You bet".
"Sam, how many did you sell so far?"
"Er..probably six?"
Levy let out a groan, running a hand through his hair as he sat down in his living room. Neither of his parents were home at the time, so the two decided to crash over at Levy's place for the time being to try and hatch a plan to get rid of the porno magazines while they can(a.k.a., selling them). Sam sat down beside him, turning his bag over to empty out the remaining magazines that began to fall on the ground. The ravenette had better luck than Levy selling the pornos, though he had a lot to get rid of still.
Levy studied his friend a little as he started to organize the pornos into who-knows-what piles.
"Hey, I meant to ask earlier, but how's your ankle doing?"
Sam halts in his organizing, looking over to Levy before shrugging. "Better, I guess. Not limping this morning, so I guess I'm in the clear."
Levy nods as he lets out a hum in acknowledgement, before starting to toss out his own magazines to try and organize them. But as he stares at the pile of different coloured schemes, it's obvious he has no clue where to start. "Think Kendall knows a thing or two about organizing pornos?" The redhead finally asks, looking up to only see his friend give him a shrug.
"Probably. Go call him."
"That's what I'm doing," Levy says, pushing himself up and heading into the kitchen to look for the homephone. Being a third grader, his parents didn't think he needed to have a phone at this age. Of course, he probably wouldn't use it as much as most kids his age would, but having his own phone would definitely be handy sometimes for times like these.
Levy grabbed the black phone from the block charger it was bought with, and looked over the paper beside it until he got to the 'McCormick Household' number, and started dialing the phone number beside it.
He leaned against the counter as he pressed the phone to his ear, listening as the phone rung once, then twice. On the third ring, someone picked up, and a familiar, feminine voice was on the other end.
"McCormick residence, how can I help you?"
It was Kendall's mother.
"Hey, Mrs. McCormick!" Levy said, smiling to himself as he absentmindedly glanced over to the opening that lead into the living room. Sam was looking over to Levy, quiet and still before mouthing, 'Kendall?'
'His mom', Levy mouthed back, before speaking into the phone again, "Hey, is Kendall there, by chance?"
"Yes, he is. I'll tell him it's you."
"Thanks," Levy responds, before hearing shuffling on the other end, and then a new voice appearing.
"Need something?" Kendall's voice says on the line, cracking a little.
"Yeah, need some help with organizing some of the pornos."
Kendall made a hushing sound on the other end, and Levy heard some more shuffling, before hearing a door creak twice. "What was that about?"
"Needed to go somewhere private. Dad may have been a perv, but mom would probably not go with the 'joke about the talk' ordeal like he probably would."
Levy makes an "ahh" sound in agreement, turning and now leaning his stomach against the counter while he stared out the window, not focusing on anything in particular while Kendall began to speak.
"So, you needed help in organizing the mags?" Kendall says, shortening the word 'magazine' while Levy a hum to confirm it. "I usually do it by the years they were printed. Makes it easier to get to the older or newer ones depending on the customer's fancy."
The hell didn't I think of that? Levy thought, though he said, "Good idea."
Kendall let out a laugh, before he says, "Obviously! How do you think I'm the best with haggling and selling these beauties? You handle them gingerly."
Levy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to that, knowing very well Kendall was probably anything but gingerly, especially with his flirting and choice of interests. "Sure," he finally says, rolling his eyes absently.
"Need the pro to come over? I can most definitely get you a head start; maybe even give you a few tips for spending time with the ladies?"
"Both offers declined, but thanks," Levy says. After they exchange goodbyes, Levy hung up, putting the phone back before heading into the living room again, where Sam had been waiting.
"Well?" Sam asks, raising a brow to the redhead as he took a seat beside him, starting to shuffle with his own pile of magazines. "What'd Kendall say?"
"Said I should organize them by dates."
"How the hell did we not think of that?"
"That's what I thought," Levy says, looking over the front of a magazine, before turning it over to look for a date of some sorts on the back. Finding one in thin print, he reads the year, seeing it be the same one they were in currently, and tosses it to the side to start its own pile. He continues this method until the last unmarked magazine was put into its rightful pile. He put the periods into years of five between each other, so there wasn't an exact year for each magazine(only a few in different periods shared the same years). But despite the sick interest he'd now have to deal with until he got them off his hands, he did feel at least somewhat accomplished for getting some of this chaos in order.
"How's your pile doing?" Levy then asks, looking over to see what progress Sam had made. However, instead of seeing a few piles, he found two stacks, one piled a little higher than the other, with one in Sam's hands and a flush of pink on his cheeks. "Jesus, you too?"
"Well, I couldn't help but wonder why Kendall and Derick all like this stuff, so I thought I'd have a peak," Sam defends, though his flush turns a bit brighter knowing he had been caught. "Though, I can definitely see why they take pleasure in looking at these."
"No kidding," Levy says, laughing a little before going silent. They both heard something, though neither could put their finger on it. While Levy got up to inspect the window, Sam began to scramble with his piles, stuffing them hurriedly into his bag.
As Levy pulled the curtain away to peer outside, he let out a string of short curses when he saw his father's vehicle pull into the drive-way. He let's go of the curtain, hurrying back to Sam to hide his own magazines.
"Pu-put the television on!" Levy says, shoving the pornos in his bag while Sam grabbed and fiddled with the remote. "Come on, hurry up!"
"What do I put it on to?!"
"Anything!"
As Sam presses the button and puts on a random channel, Levy threw his and Sam's bags to the side of the couch, the two sitting down quickly and acting as if they had done nothing suspicious and were watching T.V. as Levy's father walked in.
As kyle stepped in, his eyes glanced over to the television set before landing on his son and his friend. A smile lit his lips, pulling off his green ushanka to reveal his curly red hair as he stepped inside the house and closed the door behind. "Hey, Levy. Hey Sam," he says, earning a quick hello from both boys. Kyle looked over to the television, furrowing a puzzled brow as he saw them watching some nature channel. "Are you...watching a nature channel?" He asks quizzically, earning a bod from both boys quickly, too. Instead of questioning them, however, Kyle shrugged it off, smiling as he slugged off his jacket and hung up it up on the coat rack. "Nice to see you here, Sam, but I need Levy to help me clean up the basement for when his uncle comes over. I think you can hang out tomorrow, though!"
"Okay!" Sam says, getting up and grabbing his bag before heading over to the door. He waves to Levy, bidding a quick goodbye before opening the door, and closing it behind him as he left the house.
As a short silence fell on the two Broflovski males, Levy's father smiled as he headed over to the door that led down to the basement, looking at Levy and gesturing with his head to follow him. "Come on, Lev. Got some work to do."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Levi says, sighing, as he shuts the T.V. set off and following behind his father down the stairs. At least this'll keep my head off the magazines, he thought, turning the light on before closing the door, and escalating down the steps to the lower story. A smile lit his lips as he touched the basement level, looking around the room to see where to start first. At least tomorrow I might hav ed some luck.
Sam let out a relieved sigh when he was almost a block away from Levy's house, rolling his shoulders as he continued to trudge through the South Park snow. If Levy's dad had saw what the pornos, what could have gone down? Surely, they'd both be grounded, and both would get scowled by their respective parents.
Hell, if they let it out that Derick and kendall were also apart of this? He wasn't sure what Derick's parents would do, but for Kendall, the scowlding he'd probably get would only be from his mom. His father, Kenny - Sam wouldn't actually be that surprised if the male would find out, then buy a few off his son just for the sake of it.
Sam's dad and Levy's dad were close with Kenny, so obviously the three of them and Derick's old man had done their own weird stunts in their childhood. But whenever Sam would ask what his parents did as kids, they'd always go quiet, and before his dad could speak his mother would cut him off and say, almost as if reading from a script, "That's a tale for another day". So he was always left behind on thoughts and ideas of what could have been.
As Sam trudged through the snow, he looked up when he saw his house come into a view, and he moved some of of his black bangs out of his eyes as he began to ascend the steps, fishing out his house key from his pocket and begun to unlock the door.
"I'm home!" He calls into the lit house, closing the door behind him before hearing his father's and his mother's voices call out hellos back from the kitchen. Sam slugged off his back, dropping it to the ground and beside the door. He spared it one last glance, before making his way into the kitchen. Tomorrow's another day, he thinks to himself, as he smiles upon seeing his parents sitting at the round dining table. "Hey mom, hey dad.
"Hey, Sammy," his mother smiles, resting her cup of coffee back on the table from it just previously being at her lips.
His father smiles as well. "Hey, Sam. How was school?"
"It was good."
And it'll be even better when I get these pornos out.