Yep. I'm back. This time with.. *gasp!* Romance! Dear God, shoot me now! Now!!
Anyways, this contains some slashyness. If you don't like it, you can lump it, mister! Oh,
and I'm not too good with romance so give me a break.
And if you'd like to flame me, you can talk to my whiffle bat. *smacks bat into palm*
***
Stan was extremely nervous. He fidgeted and adjusted his tie. He'd never been to a bar
mitzvah before. Well, that was probably just because the Broflovskis were the only
Jewish family in South Park.
"Hey Stan! Aren't you excited?" Wendy still looked just like she did when she was eight.
That pretty black hair, those deep eyes. But lately, Stan just didn't feel the same about
her. She seemed different, more distant.
"I think Kyle looks sexy in a yarmulke," Bebe giggled. Kenny muttered something
incomprehensible through his orange parka. Wendy gasped. Bebe smacked him across the
face.
"I'm huuuuungry! When do we get to eat?" Cartman whined. "I hope it's not some gay
ass Jewish food! I'm starving!"
"Shut up, Cartman. You're always hungry," Stan remarked. Everyone laughed.
Cartman just crossed his arms. "Oh, grow up, Stan. You are so immature."
"At least I don't watch Teletubbies every day."
Cartman just stood there, mouth agape. "You- I-- I-- Eh, screw you guys! I'm going
home!"
"You can't go home, Cartman. This is a special day for Kyle. Besides, if you stay,
afterwards, you can go to the party.." Wendy said.
"Party? Sweet! Well, alright. I'll forgive you all for being assholes."
**
Anyways, this contains some slashyness. If you don't like it, you can lump it, mister! Oh,
and I'm not too good with romance so give me a break.
And if you'd like to flame me, you can talk to my whiffle bat. *smacks bat into palm*
***
Stan was extremely nervous. He fidgeted and adjusted his tie. He'd never been to a bar
mitzvah before. Well, that was probably just because the Broflovskis were the only
Jewish family in South Park.
"Hey Stan! Aren't you excited?" Wendy still looked just like she did when she was eight.
That pretty black hair, those deep eyes. But lately, Stan just didn't feel the same about
her. She seemed different, more distant.
"I think Kyle looks sexy in a yarmulke," Bebe giggled. Kenny muttered something
incomprehensible through his orange parka. Wendy gasped. Bebe smacked him across the
face.
"I'm huuuuungry! When do we get to eat?" Cartman whined. "I hope it's not some gay
ass Jewish food! I'm starving!"
"Shut up, Cartman. You're always hungry," Stan remarked. Everyone laughed.
Cartman just crossed his arms. "Oh, grow up, Stan. You are so immature."
"At least I don't watch Teletubbies every day."
Cartman just stood there, mouth agape. "You- I-- I-- Eh, screw you guys! I'm going
home!"
"You can't go home, Cartman. This is a special day for Kyle. Besides, if you stay,
afterwards, you can go to the party.." Wendy said.
"Party? Sweet! Well, alright. I'll forgive you all for being assholes."
**