Boy has it been forever! I miss you guys! This chapter kind of sucks. The end with Luffy and Stan becoming friends is kind of sappy. I don't want to Mary-Sue Luffy, but she needs to get closer to the boys, to join Wendy and Bebe in the inner-circle.

Another extremely short chapter.

Main Pair: Stan/Wendy

Pairings: Kyle/Bebe, Cartman/OC

South Park © Trey Parker & Matt Stone

Chapter 6: Luffy Can't Sew

Luffy whimpered as she nursed the burns on her hands and arms. She had to wait for the wax to harden before she could chip it off her skin.

"I really am sorry…" Bebe apologized.

"I know." Luffy smiled. "I don't really care… but I have to get to sewing those outfits before it's too late." She stood up and walked over to her backpack, which she had discarded upon coming into Bebe's house.

She unzipped the green bag and fished out a few pieces of fabric and a sewing kit. Wendy and Bebe watched in amazement as Luffy clicked the box open and got to work.

Wendy and Bebe watched as a comedy of errors began to unfold before them as the clumsy girl began to "thread" the needle. If you could call it threading; because what Luffy was doing was more or less, tying a giant knot to the end of the needle head.

By the end of this process; she'd already wasted half the thread in failed knots. Once she was satisfied, Luffy slid the needle through the fabric. It pierced her hand. She yelped quietly, as if she's done this before. Which, they both silently noted, she probably had.

As she continued to "sew" Luffy pierced her hands thirty seven more times, staining the yellow fabric red, before Wendy finally stepped in. Taking the fabric mess from Luffy's hands and sighing. "Why don't we use something we already own?"

Luffy's eyes widened. She hadn't considered this possibility. "OKAY!" She agreed immediately, hopping up with more excitement that the situation deserved.

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"What are you doing?" Stan asked Kyle in an annoyed voice. As he observed the red haired boy rip through his closet frantically, showering the room with clothes.

A laugh escaped the chubby haired boy sitting next to Stan. Stan turned to face Cartman. "What?" he questioned.

"He wants everything to be just perfect for his date tomorrow with that whore!" Cartman chortled.

"I seem to remember a little fat Vietnamese whore who fucked more celebrities than Bebe ever has!" Kyle shot back. Glaring at Cartman, who blushed at the recollection.

"THAT WAS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT ANYWAY!" Cartman seethed. "And why am I here anyway?" Cartman threw himself back into Kyle's pillows.

"You're our bargaining chip. We'll need you tomorrow if we want to even get our dates. That Luffy's really weird." Kyle threw a shirt, it landed on Stan's head.

"Yeah," Stan agreed, pulling the shirt from his face, "she really is kind of… off." Stan grinned, waiting for Cartman's response. He wasn't disappointed.

Cartman's round face turned as red as his parka. "She… she is not." Cartman averted his gaze. "She's just… she's just…" What could he say? What was she just…?

Stan snickered. "I thought so, you're in love,"

"WHAT!?" Cartman screeched, shaking dust from the ceiling.

Stan snickered, "Me thinks doth protest too much!" Cartman glared.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BUT FUCK YOU!" he screeched.

Kyle turned to glare at the two boys on his bed. "Shut up!" he hissed, "You don't want my mom coming up here, do you!?"

"No, not really." Stan stuck out his tongue at Kyle. "But can we just stop all this? I want to go to bed! What does it matter what we wear?"

"Because I don't want to look like him when we go out!" Kyle jabbed his thumb in Cartman's direction. Cartman glared, but bit back his words.

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Outside, Luffy was skipping down Kyle's street, unaware of where she actually was, seeing as she hadn't bothered to stalk Kyle and learn where he lived.

Her hands were cut and bloody from various needle pokes, and covered in band-aids of various glow-in-the-dark colors. She hummed as she skipped, vaguely aware of her surroundings, or the rock in front of her.

SLAM!

Luffy hit the ground at full speed, throwing out her hand in front of her; which was the stupidest thing she could have done. Pain shot through her hands as the bandages frayed and peeled, cutting open the barley healed cuts and adding new ones.

Tears spilled from her eyes as she pushed herself up, swearing. She would never make it home with these. She didn't want to. Her mother was a nurse, and if she went home with cuts, she could guarantee that there would be shots and peroxide. She shivered. Then she noticed a light on in a near window. Maybe they had some antiseptic…

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! The sound resounded throughout the Broflovski household.

"Who the fuck is that?" Kyle glared, tossing the shirt in his hand on the floor, walking for the door. Stan pushed himself up and followed Kyle out the door.

Cartman sat on the bed, absentmindedly flipping through a book he'd brought over, entitled One Thousand Ways to Make Ten Million Dollars.

Kyle took the stairs three at a time, with Stan at his heels. "Who could it be?" Stan queried, as Kyle unlatched the silvery door lock with the Star of David pattern.

"Do you have any antiseptic?" the smiling face of Luffy greeted the boys. Suddenly, the smile was replaced by a look of surprise.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" All three of them asked at once.

Kyle glared. "I LIVE HERE! ARE YOU STALKING ME!?" he shouted.

Luffy raised an eyebrow and stated plainly, "No, I'm stalking Cartman. But that's not the point!" she held out her beaten and bloody hands. "Can I have a little help here?"

Stan and Kyle surveyed the damage on her hands. Stan took one in his and studied it. "What did you do?" he asked, eyes wide. "This is brutal!"

"I tried to sew…" Luffy stated plainly. "Help?"

"Fine," Kyle stepped aside to let her come into his household. The boys watched as she surveyed the room. Luffy was immediately thrilled, and it showed on her face. She made sure not to touch anything as she studied the décor of Kyle's household.

She grinned as she eyed the menorahs and tiny soap sculptures from Kyle and Ike's day at Jewbilee. She turned to Kyle and Stan, birch eyes shining, vampire-like grin prominent. "Nice digs."

Kyle smiled. Maybe she wasn't so crazy after all. He turned to walk up the stairs. "I'll be back in a minute. Let me get the first aid kit." Kyle's green earflaps bounced as he bounded up the stairs; leaving Stan and Luffy alone.

Luffy sat down on Kyle's plushy cornflower blue couch and turned to face Stan, examining him with her deep eyes.

"What happened?" Luffy asked, Stan raised an eyebrow, he had an inkling what she was talking about, but he wasn't going to answer right away.

"What happened with what?" Stan inquired.

"Not with what," Luffy corrected, "with whom. What happened with you and Wendy? You're obviously still in love with her, and Bebe told me that you used to date…" Stan blushed.

"We did…" he replied, sitting down next to Luffy, sighing. "And I do. Still like her, I mean."

"Why don't you just say so?" Luffy asked. "She likes you, I'm sure of it…"

Stan perked up. "REALLY?" he turned to her.

"Positive." Luffy smiled, "But you didn't hear if from me…"

Stan grinned. "Of course not,"

"Will you tell me what happened now?" Luffy queried. Stan's smile fell, and he sat back in the couch. He nodded slowly.

"She dumped me for Token." He began simply. "I went psycho for a while. Became a Goth kid, wrote dark poems, wore all black, tried to smoke, I totally sucked at it…" Luffy gave a small smile and patted his arm, leaving small, bloody prints. "Eventually, I told Wendy I didn't love her, and to fuck off. But it was such a huge lie…"

Luffy hugged him, staining his coat. "I can understand. If you love her half as much as I already love Cartman, this must be tearing you up." A slightly stunned Stan nodded, and Luffy let go. "Don't worry." She smiled. "Everything will be perfect."

"I hope your right…" Stan sighed.

"What's going on?" Kyle trotted down the stairs, first aid kit in hand.

"Nothing," Stan smiled. Luffy returned the smile knowingly. Kyle raised an eyebrow, he had a feeling that he had just walked in on a sappy moment, and he didn't like it.

"Here," Kyle kneeled down in front of Luffy, who held out her hands willingly, and he began to bandage them. "Look, you can't stay long, okay?" Kyle didn't look up from his task; wrapping the cottony bands around Luffy's mutilated hands. "If my mom catches you, we're all dead…"

Luffy giggled, "So she's a bitch?"

Stan snickered, "Isn't she though?"

Kyle couldn't mask the smile on his face, what could he say? Defend his mother? Nah, he didn't feel like it. He was having fun; finally, a little less stressed for the first time in days.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING DOWN THERE!?" Cartman's annoyed voice wafted from up the stairs.

"CARTMAN'S HERE!?" Luffy shrieked. Oh lord, Kyle thought, Here we go…