I don't have time to say much right now, so here's the not so highly anticipated and last one for a while chapter eight!

Chapter Eight: Money, Hoes And Parties: All Misplaced

"Leave me alone, Clara…please, just for a moment…" Kenny mumbled as rolled to the other half of his small bed as his little sister tugged on his shirt sleeve.

"But Kenny, I wanna go now!" Clara exclaimed. She had short, red hair like her mother and wore a green, rugged old shirt together with a red skirt. She was a bit dirty and under her left elbow was a scar. She was thirteen years old and pretty smart, unlike Kenny's brother Kevin. Kenny wore a white shirt and blue jeans that kept him warm while he slept, since their on-the-verge-of-falling-apart house didn't have any heat in it at all. Kenny finally got up and went downstairs with her sister, rubbing his eyes all the way. She pulled him straight to the door and out of the green, old house. They went out on the street of the poverty struck part of South Park. All the buildings were pretty much falling apart, and the people walking around looked like they already had. Kenny and Clara walked down the street, Clara a little ahead and holding Kenny's arm tightly all the time. He knew where they were going; every morning for the last four days, she had been doing this. They finally got to the central part of South Park, around where Stan, Cartman, Kyle and all the others lived. They stopped in front of a red house with blue doors. It looked like every other house around, except there was no garage.

"Okay, we're here now!" Kenny exclaimed, stopping. Clara pointed at the sign standing in front of the house. It said 'For Sale-10000$-Call 1-642-327 if you are interested'. Kenny knew why Clara had been taking him here lately. She had found out about the money he had gotten from the bet, and now she wanted to take advantage of it too. But Kenny couldn't blame her; her idea for using the money was pretty much the same as his; to finally be liberated from his parent's verbal and physical abuse, his father's drunken rampages, and their constant fights which always ended in an object hitting Kenny's head causing several bleeding injuries and such. And taking both Kevin and Clara with him would of course be an option, since they were also sick of having to endure their parent's rage at each other. But they had it harder than Kenny, not being able to go to school and not having any friends. At least Kenny could go to Cartman's place if he wanted food and a warm place to sleep, Kevin and Clara had nowhere to run.

"I still don't have enough money." Kenny said, sighing. Clara nodded.

"I know." And then she turned around and headed back home. Kenny figured he would have to go to school soon anyway, so he walked the other direction of the street.

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"Well, you're early, Kenny." Stan said as he arrived at the bus stop. There were only a few others there, Mark, Kevin and Timmy. Timmy seemed to be sleeping, his head resting on his shoulder, but one of his eyelids was opened a little. For the day, Stan had picked out his navy blue shirt and black button-shirt over it, black jeans and a brown coat that was wrapped around him to shield from the horrendous cold. Kenny looked up. He was leaning sitting in the snow, leaning against the bus stop sign.

"Yeah, my sister dragged me out again…figured I might as well go here…" Kenny told. Stan nodded.

"The house thing again?"

"Yeah." The two fell silent, Stan not sure what to say and Kenny just plain tired. The silence was broken as Kyle came running over the street, however. He wore dark green pants, a white shirt and a blue jacket, his beanie on his head.

"Hey! Hey you guys!" Kyle exclaimed as he ran over to them. "Check it out! Check it out!" He held up a card to them and grinned widely. "I got it in my mail yesterday!" Stan and Kenny looked at the card.

'Kyle Broflovski, you have been invited to my birthday party the 22nd October.

Sincerely, Wendy Testaburger. Hope to see you there!

PS. Don't worry about the late invitation, no presents!' The card read.

"Hey, how come she invited you and not me! We were together for like, months!" Stan exclaimed, a bit hurt. Kenny shrugged.

"Don't be so worried, she'll probably invite you…" He muttered. Stan sighed and then shrugged as well. Kenny looked up as he saw Cartman arriving. "Hey dude." For the day, Cartman had chosen to wear his old, red coat and brown pants. His brown hair was messy and hadn't been taken care of properly.

"Hey, guys." Cartman said as he positioned himself next to Kenny. He looked at Kyle, who was still staring at the card. "What's that?"

"An invitation to Wendy's birthday party! Oh man, Rebecca's probably gonna be there!" Kyle said, lowering his voice so Rebecca's brother, Mark, wouldn't hear him. Cartman's eyes widened.

"You're invited to Wendy Testaburger's birthday party?" He said, a bit surprised.

"Yeah!" Cartman nodded a little as Kyle grinned widely, still not able to divert his eyes from the card. Kenny was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the screeching tires of the bus that had made a complete stop right in front of them.

"…whoa." Was all that escaped Kenny's mouth as the door opened and all the kids walked onto the bus.

"Yes!" Stan shut his locker while waving a card similar to Kyle's, although blue. "I got invited too!" He exclaimed, showing the card to his friends. Kenny sighed.

"Oh, wow, Stan. Practically everyone in class and even more got invited…even Butters got invited." Kenny said, nodding against Butters who passed by. He was trembling heavily, his eyes glued onto his card. Stan shrugged.

"Whatever, as long as I got invited at all." He answered. "Come on, we're gonna be late for class."

T-T-

Cartman sighed for what seemed like the thousand time, staring at his card that Bebe had handed to him during lunch. They were leaving the school at the moment, and everyone but him seemed happy. "Oh man, I can't wait till Saturday…" Stan said, also for what seemed like the thousand time.

"Yeah, well, you're not the only one." Kenny grinned as the boys turned on the road.

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"Hey Wendy, remembered what I told you earlier?"

"For the last time, Bebe, Eric does not have a crush on me, Jesus!" Wendy said, for what too seemed like the thousand time.

"Well, even though you don't wanna believe me…I'm gonna find out. Don't you want to?" The two girls were walking down the street. Wendy seemed hesitant at first, but then she sighed. "Okay, good, 'cause I got this great plan! See, you know about spin the bottle-truth or dare right? Well," Bebe leaned closer to Wendy and lowered her voice, "we could do this…"

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Saturday slowly approached. The hype that had built up for the party seemed to have slowed down the passing of the days, only putting on extra weight on it. But when the day came, everyone was too excited to care.

The boys had met up to go to the party together. Stan had put on his black jeans, his white shirt and black vest, and even though he was freezing on the outside, his inside was burning incredibly. Kyle had dressed in his dark green pants, orange shirt and green vest. Kenny wore his denim jacket and white shirt together with his newly washed jeans. Cartman wore a pair of black pants, a white shirt and a black jacket. When the boys finally arrived at the address written down on the cards, they realized it wasn't Wendy's house the party was at. They hadn't even noticed they were in the wealthier parts of South Park, and when they looked up, they instantly figured out Token's parents had rented out their house to Wendy for the night. The windows were lit up by the disco lights flying around on the inside, and silhouettes were seen dancing. Screams and laughter was heard from inside the huge, yellow mansion.

"Awesome!" Kyle exclaimed as the boys walked over to the front doors and pulled them open, entering. The party wasn't as crowded as Craig's, but it was still quite populated. On one side of the entrance, people were dancing and having fun. On the other side, people were sitting on the couches, kissing and being awfully intimate for a public view. Suddenly, a voice banged through the house.

"Everyone in Wendy Testaburger's class, report to the third door to the left on the fourth floor! And Craig, thank you for the megaphone!" The boys heard a faint "your welcome" from the dancing crowd before they sped up the stairs.

T-T-

"Welcome, welcome." The boys were quite surprised to see Butters standing outside the mentioned room, letting people in after checking who they were. He smiled at the boys and waved for them to enter, and they did as told. The room was dark; there was only a light from the middle of the room. They noticed most of their class was sitting in the circle around the lamp positioned on a spinner hanging low from the ceiling. Butters closed the door, and together with the four boys, completed the circle.

"Thank you all for coming to my birthday party!" Wendy said, grinning widely. She was wearing a green tank top and blue jeans. Stan noticed she glanced at him for a second. "What I wanted you to come here for," she shot a mischievous look at Bebe, who wore a red, thin, tank top and blue jeans, "was because we're going to play a little game. Afterwards, you're free to go and party!" There were a few cheers heard from the circle.

"Go, go!" Craig exclaimed, sitting between Wendy and Clyde.

"Okay, okay. Don't freakin' rush me, it's my birthday party. Anyway, the game we're gonna play is a mix of truth or dare and spin the bottle…it goes like this; I'll start by spinning the bottle twice. The first one to be chosen is going to be handed two options; a specific dare for the second one chosen or a specific truth, which are both going to be on a card. If its dare, well, you know what to do. If its truth, the one asked has to, and I mean, HAS TO answer…I got a nice bouncer guarding the door, so don't bother trying to run. Thank you, Donny, by the way." A grunt was heard from the door, although no one could see Donny. "Okay, let's begin! Bottle, please." Bebe handed her a bottle, and Wendy placed it precisely in the middle of the circle.

"Here we go!" Butters exclaimed as the bottle spun. It stopped first on Katie, and then on Kyle.

"We'll start with something low profile…" Wendy said as she handed Katie a card. Katie sighed with relief as she read the card.

"I choose dare." She then walked over to Kyle and gave him a light peck on the cheek. Afterwards, she sat down on her original place.

"Okay, that was nice and cute. Now, Kyle, you spin the bottle." Wendy smiled. Kyle looked around; he smiled when he noticed Rebecca sitting five people away, wearing a green, knee-long skirt and a red shirt. He then spun the bottle and crawled back. It stopped first on Token, and then on Clyde. Token read the card, and his face twisted in disgust.

"Um, I definitely choose truth. Clyde, who here do you most want to kiss?" Everyone looked at Clyde expectedly, and without a single sign of shame or embarrassment, he answered,

"Bebe." A series of "ooooh" 's were heard, and for a moment, Kenny looked as if he was about to throw a tantrum. However, he played cool and calmed down. Clyde then spun the bottle. It slowed down on Wendy…and then, on Rebecca.

"Okay, Rebecca, I choose truth; who here do you want…to get intimate with the most?"Wendy said with a playful yet mischievous smile on her face. Rebecca seemed to blush a little.

"K…Kyle?" Everyone gasped and "oooh"'ed, some even applauded. She quickly spun the bottle and stared down at her knees. It stopped on Bebe and then on Stan. Bebe read the card and gave Stan a very odd look. Then, she smiled and crept over to him. He seemed completely stiff as she gave him a light push. He fell backwards on his back on the floor and his eyes widened as he got on to him and gave him a kiss. He felt her tongue wrestle with his for a moment, and he felt shocked, yet almost pleased. She then got up and sat back down next to Wendy. Wendy seemed a little jealous, but she was still as happy as always.

"Okay, next!" Stan got up, a goofy and still shocked look on his face, his other eyelid hanging. He then snapped back into reality and spun the bottle. It slowed down and stopped first on Kenny…and then…on…Cartman. Even louder cheers were heard as Kenny looked at the card Bebe handed him. Cartman stared at him confused; what was Kenny going to do?

Kenny panicked in his mind as he read the card. 'Truth: Who do you like/have a crush on/love here? Dare: Give the second chosen one a kiss for thirty seconds…with tongue.' Kenny looked from the card to Cartman, his panic growing. Everyone started ushering him, telling him to hurry up.

"Come on!" Wendy exclaimed. Kenny looked from her to Bebe to Stan to Kyle and then over the rest of the teenagers. He then stared at Cartman, and then, after taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he walked over to Cartman. Cartman winced as Kenny suddenly gave him a kiss. Everyone gasped, shocked as they watched the two kiss. Cartman's eyes were wide open as he felt Kenny's tongue in his own mouth, and he was too shocked to push away. Kenny finally let go and got back into his seat. However, he quickly got up and walked over to some dark corner of the room. For a moment¸ there was only silence. Then, the sound of splatter was heard and they heard Kenny curse. Cartman got up and walked over to a corner as well, and the same sounds were heard again.

"Whoa…" Stan gasped, still gaping like many others in the room. "Did that seriously just happen?"

"I think it did." Kyle mumbled as Cartman and Kenny got back into their seats, both looking pale and with dark frowns on their faces.

"That is just fucked up right there." Stan said.

Dun-dun-dun-duuun! Yup, cliffy for you! Kind of anticlimatic, isn't it? Well, hope you all loved it, see you later!