Their Fault ch 2

Wow, believe it or not, I wasn't gonna write another chapter to this! But my friend told me I should and I should listen to her.
Also, it got WAY more reviews then I had expected...which was zero. So thanks to the 5 people who reviewed the first chapter! That makes me happy lol
If this chapter sucks ass, that's because I have a major headache right now but have nothing better to do. So I might write things that don't make sense...no matter how effing lame that sounds.

Disclaimer—I don't own South Park or any of the characters except for those that I make up

There was a loud bang on my door. I pressed my face deeper into my pillow and threw the blanket over my head.

"Mattie!! Get up, it's 11 o'clock for Christ's sake!"

I groaned and rolled over under the blanket. I had gone to bed with a headache and now I had woken up with one. These things were getting ridiculous, and more common. And they weren't really...headaches. They were more like eye aches that traveled to the center of my head and started from the bottom of my eyes, as weird as that sounds. (A.N- I really do get those and they hurt like hell)

I lay in bed for about 30 seconds before I decided to actually get up. But the minute I sat up, I felt like I was going to puke. So I lay back down and put my arm over my eyes to keep out the evil sun's rays. "This really sucks" I thought. "Im gonna be bored outta my mind today with another eye ache."

When I felt ready to try again, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Everything was a bit blurry since I had just woken up.
I yawned and stretched before opening my door and stepping out into the hallway.

I dragged my feet over the carpet and towards the wooden staircase. When I had finally made it down I just stopped on the landing. For no reason. Just to stand there and be stupid. I looked out into the living room before finally moving and went to the kitchen.

My aunt Chloe, and I will sometimes refer to her as just Chloe, AC, or Mom, was in the kitchen pulling out a chicken from the freezer.

"I'll leave you instructions to make this thing, so put it in the oven aroooound... 5ish, ok?" she told me.
I nodded sleepily.

AC put her hands on her hips. "Mattie, how long are you gonna be doing this?"

I looked at her. "What am I doing?" "Your moping around and acting...depressed."

"I am NOT!!" I huffed.

My aunt grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the things I had to do to the chicken for dinner. "Why don't you invite Stan and Kyle over, huh? They havnt been here in a few weeks."

Well dur...ones too busy with his girlfriend and the other is a complete ass that I don't wanna be left alone with.

"Sure. I'll give 'em a call after I eat." I said with a smile.

My aunt smiled back. "Good. Now I gotta go, I'm late for work." She kissed my forehead and ran out the door.

I grabbed a box of Lucky Charms and flopped down on the living room couch. The remote was right next to me so I turned it on and didn't bother to change the channel. I don't even know what the hell I was watching.

I dug my hand in the box and popped some marshmallows in my mouth. Then I looked at the box. Didn't indicate any prize inside, which was a bummer. I flipped it over to the back. There were a few puzzles to solve, that was it.
What happened to the days when cereal gave prizes out instead of making kids think of where the 2 blue moons were hiding in the damn picture?

I sighed and placed the box down on the floor, then I rubbed my eyes to make the pain go away.
Speaking of which... I had to take my medicine.

I got up and walked over to the kitchen again and pulled it off the shelf. Must take 2 everyday with plenty of water. They were supposed to make my headaches go away, but ever since I got these stupid pills, they've become more frequent.

I was about to open the bottle when I heard the doorbell, so I put it down on the counter and walked to the front door.

"Still dressed in your PJ's Mattie?" Stan asked in a humorous voice.

"Up yours, Stan."

"Damn, what crawled up YOUR ass and died?" he asked.

I rubbed my eyes again. "Sorry..."

I stepped away from the door so he could come in. "Another headache?"

I nodded. "That obvious?"
He shrugged. "Its really the only time you get in a bad mood."

We walked into the living room and I sat back down on the couch while he took his usual place in the recliner.

"Where's Tammy?" I asked, referring to his girlfriend.

"She had to go to Virginia to visit her grandparents." He sighed.

Who cares? Oh, not me.

"Im surprised Victoria isn't hanging all over you right now. She's always with you guys." I told him.

"Well she's hanging out with Kyle and everyone down by the pond. That's actually why I came. To see why you weren't there."

Well shit...someone noticed. What does he win Jonny?!

"I have to take my medicine." I mumbled.
I got up from my spot and Stan followed me into the kitchen.

"Medicine, eh? Its about time they put you on something Mattie."

"Screw you, Stan." I said with a small smile. This is what I miss.

I took the bottle from the counter and tried to twist the stupid child proof lock off it. No luck.
I held it out for Stan and he took it with a chuckle.

"You are such a blonde."

"Well it took you long enough to notice."

He handed it back to me and I took out a small blue pill. "What's it for anyway?" He asked.

I grabbed a cup and filled it with water. "My headaches." I shoved the pill in my mouth and gulped down the glass of water.

"It doesn't seem like its working though."

"Oh, really? Thanks for that update, Einstein. I'll log that away."

We walked back into the living room and I sat back down on the couch.

"So are you gonna come?" Stan asked.
I shrugged. "Maybe."

He sat down next to me and we didn't say anything for a minute.

"You know," he said "Kyle seems to think your mad at us."

I shrugged again. "Cant even dream why he would think THAT, Stan." I said.

He didn't catch my sarcasm. "Me either. You don't seem mad. Are you?"

I shook my head. But inside I was screaming "YES ASSHOLE!! I AM!! IM REALLY REALLY MAD!"

"Good. Then get dressed and grab your skates."

"But I don't waaaaannaaaaa." I whined.

Stan stood up and grabbed my arms. "Then Im dragging you upstairs."

He yanked me off the couch and started to drag me towards the wooden staircase. That would hurt...

"Ok!! Ok!! Ill go, jeez, no need to get all violent on me." I laughed as I stood up. Then I swayed a bit as my headache kindly reminded me that it was still present and fun was not allowed.

"Alright, I'll wait down here. But don't fall asleep in your bed."

"Yeah yeah,"

Starks Pond was full of its normal visitors. Teenagers filled just about every spot of the pond as usual. Ever since elementary school, we had claimed this pond as ours.

Half way to the pond, Stan asked if had still had my headache. I told him no, and I was clearly lying.
It was worse then before and I felt like I was going to pass out. Which I have done before from these things...

"Finally, Stan, it took you long enough!"

Kyle skidded to a stop at the edge of the pond and sprayed me and Stan with a bit of ice. Victoria came up behind him and grabbed his arm for support.

"Hi, Stan!" she said in a breathless voice. And then she looked at me. "Well look who came out of her hole."

"And now she's going back to it." I said, turning around. Stan grabbed my arm.

"We were just gonna play ice hockey, you wanna play, Stan?" Victoria asked.

"Dude, we can kick Token's ass if you play, c'mon!" Kyle pleaded.

"Sure! You in Mattie?" Stan asked.

"She doesn't wanna play, Stan, she'd rather sit and mope around!" Victoria giggled.

I glared at her. "Thanks, Prisserella, but I can answer for myself." I snapped. "But no, I don't want to play."

"I thought you said you were feeling better." Stan said.

"She was sick?" Kyle thought outloud.
Yeah, sick of you guys.

"No she had a headache before."

"I'm fine, Stan...I just...don't feel like."

Stan just shrugged and sat down to put on his skates. I walked a few feet away to sit on the bench. I rubbed my eyes again to make the intense pain go away.
But then an even bigger pain came my way. "Pip, please, just...go away." I said in an annoyed voice.

Well, don't get me wrong (jeez I say that a lot....) I don't dislike Pip, like most of the other kids, I can tolerate him. But he gets annoying sometimes. And when I have a headache, annoyances piss me off!

"Is this seat taken, Mattie?" he asked in his British accent.

"God, Pip, no. But can you leave anyway?"

"I thought we could have a nice chat."
I slumped in the bench and rubbed my eyes again as he sat down. "Ugh, fine Pip, seeing as you probably wont leave until you've had your 'nice chat'."
He smiled. "I noticed that you and your two friends havnt had much to do with each other in the past few weeks. May I ask why?"
Kid's lived in the freakin U.S since 3rd grade, you think he'd stop being so damn polite.
I sighed. "Oooh great observation Pip. Your probably not the only one who's freakin noticed."

"But I AM the only one who's had the balls to come up and ask you, am I right?"
I thought. And...that was true. "Yeah. You are."

"Anything you want to get off your chest?" he asked.
I thought again. "Their assholes?"

"Good start...anything else?"

"...their...super assholes?" Pip looked at me.

"Anything else besides them being assholes?"

"What are you, Pip, some sort of therapist?"

"I'd like to be one."

"Hmm...well...aside from them being assholes, I guess...I feel sort of left out."

And so, I told Pip how I was feeling. And the guy actually listened. I mean, jeez you don't find many like him.

"The only way for you to stop feeling like this, like your being left out, is to tell Stan and Kyle how you are feeling right now." He told me.

"I cant just...TELL them how I feel. That's not like me at all. Pip, if you havnt noticed yet, I'm not a normal girl. Other girls can just come out and SAY what they feel. I cant! I have to keep it bottled up and tucked away inside. That's how I was brought up. Sort of... But since all I did as a kid was hang out with those guys, I learned to ACT like them too. And this is how guys act. They keep it bottled up and they don't cry over stupid shit."

Pip was quiet for a second.

"But, Mattie, you're a girl. So you don't need to act like a boy. Your allowed to let go of your emotions and such, you wont get made fun of. Its natural for a girl to cry and talk about how she feels."

"Hellllllo, earth to Pip! Didn't I just say that Im NOT a normal girl?! Where you listening to that part?!" I seethed.

Pip stood up. "Just take my advice. Tell them how you feel."
And he walked away. Hah...tell them how I feel. And have them LAUGH at me? I know Stan and Kyle all too well, and they'll laugh at me if I try to talk about my feelings. They think I'm one of the guys. Everyone does. Besides a sleepover that Wendy invited me to in 5th grade, I've never had a girlish sleepover.

I've never stayed up in my PJ's with a bunch of giggling girls talking about who was the cutest guy in school, I didn't paint my nails a flashy pink, I didn't watch sappy romance movies, I didn't play Truth, I didn't listen to Backstreet Boys or N'SYNC, I didn't have pillow fights with big fluffy pillows.
Instead...I stayed up in my friends boxers and a flannel shirt with 4 boys talking about the best sports players in school, I played video games, I watched action and horror movies, I played Dare, I listened to rock bands, I wrestled in the middle of blankets and pillows.
And now, I feel like a gay guy inside a girls body...since I still have crushes on guys and all...
I am so pathetic...

urg my left arm is killing me... Anyway, this SEEMS like a long chapter, but then again, it looks long in Word, and ends up shorter on this site

Anyway, how'd you like it? I sure do enjoy torturing Mattie, its much fun!! Having to talk to Pip and all...lol And that stupid Prisserella...

So R&R this chapter!! Im probably typing the 3rd one pretty soon!! Since Im in the fanfiction mood at the moment