Chapter Eleven

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Al Gore dug his fork into a slice of bacon before dragging it through a generous pile of barbecue flavoured baked beans that had been plopped on his plate. He sighed happily as the smell of his breakfast rushed up his nose. Deciding that this particular forkful needed some pepper to fully present it's deliciousness he grabbed for the condoment which was stood on the table infront of him.

"What do I have to ask for?", a red headed boy asked as Al bought the forkful to his mouth. As he began chewing a second boy with wild blonde hair entered the room. His eyes skitted from person to person, even making contact with Al himself for a few miniseconds.

"C-Coffee". The ginger rolled his eyes at the reply and looked at his friend expectantly.

"I know that dipshit. I mean... what type is there?". With this the blonde lunged forward, grabbing onto the sleeve of the red head and pulling him along to the counter to inspect what Al could only guess, was the drinks-menu. After a few seconds the blonde let go of his friend and pointed to a word on the menu. Understanding this, the red head turned to the woman who was now maintaining the counter.

"Er... I'll have a large... Cappi- Cappu...". The woman smirked at the mispronunciation of the word cappuccino, but waited for the boy to get it right. "Cappuckeeno?". At the failed attempt, the woman snickered quietly behind her breath while the blonde boy was nervously standing behind the red-head.

"I think you mean the cappuccino there lad", she mused in a slightly texan accent. The ginger's face blushed crimson as he nodded frantically. His nodding was cut short however when the blonde pinched his arm lightly.

"Y-you -ACK- forgot to say V-Venti". At this, the ginger looked at his friend cluelessly, while the woman at the counter laughed again.

"What is a Venti?". The question was only answered with a unbelieving stare. "Is it the cream stuff that goes on top?", he guessed bashfully as he looked around the room as if to not feel so embarrased.

"It means large ya' see", the woman at the counter answered, as if to come to the kid's rescue. An almost unaudible 'Oh' came from the boy's mouth while the blonde chuckled jitterly beside him. "Take a seat lads", she ordered in a friendly tone. "Ya coffee will be done in a tick". With this, she turned on the spot and headed towards a machine that obviously helped create various types of assorted coffee. Finishing his last mouthful, Al Gore stood up from his table and picked up his coat.

"Excuse me boys. If you need a table you can take mine. I'm like super cereal". Al's offer received a nervous squeak from the blonde while the red head made his way towards the table, his calculating eyes never moving from Al's face. As soon as he sat down, the blonde nervously rushed to sit next to his friend.

"Thanks", the ginger smiled as he took his eyes off Al for the first time so that he could inspect the table.

"No problem future Al Gorian".

"Excuse me?".

"What room are you staying in boys?", Al Gore asked as he finished buttoning up his coat. He needed to find out what rooms the children were staying in, so that he could dress up as ManBearPig and be seen from their windows. It was vital that he got noticed by the children so that his plan would work. If he wasn't spotted by the kids, then his plan was most likely going to fail.

"A-are you -GAH- a pae-paedophile?", the blonde asked loudly as he grasped on to the chair he was sat on nervously. The question made a few people stare in Al's direction cautiously before reluctantly turning back to their breakfasts. It was then that Al realised that he had to be a lot more careful with the things he asked. As he bought his mind back into focus he noticed the two kids near him looking at him. One with panicked-curiousity, and the other with accusing-disgust.

"Well of course not. I'm Al Gore!", he stated proudly.

"Who?". Al looked at the red head in disbelief.

"Al Gore. The Ex Vice President of America. Where have you been kid?".

"O-oh... Sorry. I'm not from around here", he explained quickly. His accusing glare turning to embarrassment in the matter of seconds.

"It's very important you tell me the rooms your class is staying in. It's very important boys".

"I- I'm uncomfortable. Oh Jesus!". The red head nodded in agreement. Al was quickly growing impatient. He needed to think of an excuse fast so that he could atleast get some sort of answer from the fourth graders infront of him.

"You see boys. I'm on the hunt for a super secret spy". Al smirked, realising his lie had gotten the attention of the two boys. He thought he'd make up a lie that he had some knowledge about. Being the ex vice-president meant that Al had met various spies in his time. It would be easy for him to turn his real life experiences into a lie that would benefit him in the long run. It just seemed like a perfect idea for Al. Anyone else would've chosen to use a more believable story... but anyone else wasn't Al Gore. "I have intel that has told me that your teacher is actually that spy".

"Mr Garrison?", the red head gasped in surprise. Al Gore smiled but decided that he had to play along for his plan to work.

"Shhh. He could be listening to us at this very moment".

"Oh God! That's W-Way Too Much Pressure". Al looked at the blonde carefully before turning back to talk to the both of them.

"Yes. This is why I need your guys help. All you have to do, is tell me the rooms your class are in. Once you've done this, I'll be able to get that spy once and for all!". His story of lies had truly excited the kids who were now smiling at being placed in the situation.

"Rooms 22 to 27", the ginger answered while the blonde nodded his head rapidly. Al smiled before ruffling his hand through the blonde's hair.

"Thanks boys", he said before turning to head towards the door of the cafeteria. "I'll make sure to inform my men about your good deeds. I hope I'll find you two Al Gorian's in the secret service in the future", he laughed more to himself than to the boys.

"Y-you bet! -ACK-". The blonde said as Al finally left the room.

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"Can you believe it Tweek!? Mr Garrison was a spy all along! This is unbelieveable", I exclaimed hushedly to my friend who was quietly slurping up his coffee. Ever since the woman at the counter had took my money and gave Tweek his coffee, he had completely changed personalities. He was still friendly and all that stuff, but his twitching and panicking seemed to subside. Not entirely, but the rate at which one of his spasms would happened had decreased greatly. Tweek was as surprised and excited as I was, but the coffee seemed to have subdued him quite drastically. I wasn't complaining though. It was nice for him to not be jumpy or over-active all the time.

"N-no I can't", he mumbled between sips of his drink. I smiled at his simple reply before coming to my senses and pulling on his arm to stop him from continuing down to our room. He looked at me curiously as I pointed towards a door on our right. It was Mr Garrison's. We had to be careful. If Mr Garrison found out that we knew he was a spy he would probably put us on the FBI's top wanted or something. Tweek seemed to partly understand what I meant, and answered me with a small twitch.

"Oh Jesus Christ!", a high pitch voice moaned from the other side of the door. That was the same voice that had come from Mr Garrison's suitcase earlier today.

"That's right. You take your punishment Mr Slave!", followed Mr Garrison's shuddered loud voice. Tweek looked at me with wide eyes before grabbing onto my arm and rushing us to the room Tweek, Craig, Butters and I had to share.

"H-he's torturing -EEK- s-someone!", he explained in a panic.

"Yeah! He must be on a spy mission!", I replied ecstatically. "That's so cool!".

"Shut up for a second", Craig ordered from the other side of the room. He seemed to be in a less emotional mood, but was still being as big an arsehole as usual. Of course I'd never say this out loud. Tweek twitched lightly at his reply but made his way over to his bed, his coffee decreasing slightly with every sip he took. Looking back at Craig, I noticed that he was sprawled on the floor next to Token and Clyde. They seemed to be playing some form of Card game, and I couldn't help but be nosey and make my way over to watch them.

"You're not playing", Clyde stated simply without ever taking his eyes from his cards. At this, Token rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Don't be a dick Clyde".

"Screw you Token".

"Come on, that's a bit har-".

"Fags".

"I swear to God, if you call us that once more Craig I wil-".

"Fags".

"That's it, I'm going. You coming Token?".

"Yeah sure". The African-American picked up Clyde's discarded cards, before handing them, (and his own), to Craig. Craig however made no move to pick up the cards and instead purposely threw his cards on the floor as he moved to sit on the edge of his bed.

"You're a douche Craig". Craig replied to Token's insult by giving him the finger. Once Token had seen this Craig then directed his hand to Clyde, who in return, stormed out of the room, heading back to his own. Once Token had picked up all the cards and had sauntered out of the room himself, Craig lowered his finger and stared at me. Once I noticed his eyes upon me, I blushed in embarrassment and couldn't help but begin apologising.

"I-I'm sorry. I o-only wanted to w-watch. I- I didn't w-want y-you guys to fall out". Before I had fully finished my apology, Craig had stopped listening and was leaning back on his bed, his head laying heavily on his pillow.

"Don't worry", he asked more then commanded. I looked up at him increduously but decided it would be better if I didn't argue with him. He had been the one who had given me my black eye after all. Talking of which, my black eye had died down now. It was still slightly purple in areas, but atleast it wasn't swollen. It was nice having my eyesight back to 100%, and there was no way I was going to argue with Craig and end up with it being swollen again. Noticing I wasn't going to reply, he turned his head towards me to project his nasally voice more clearly. "I was bored of blackjack anyway. Clyde cheats". He snickered quietly at this, but stopped when he realised I hadn't joined him in laughing. "I said don't worry". This time it was more of a command then a suggestion. "We can't be friends if you're scared of me".

"I- Er- I'm not scared of you", I lied, fully hoping that my facade was believable enough.

"Yeah. Sure", he mumbled as he leaned his arm over his eyes so that he could try to get some shut eye before activities started. I looked at him curiously before turning to head towards my own bed. "Your phone has gone off a couple of times by the way", he quickly added after realising I had left his side.

"Oh. Thanks", I replied as I jumped on my bed and snatched my phone from my desk. As I waited for the Facebook app to load I looked at Tweek who was too busy staring into his coffee to notice me looking at him. With a covered chuckle I turned to look towards Butter's bed only to realise he wasn't even in the room. He had probably gone to someone else's room seeing as he would've only had Craig to talk too.

-Hello Nathan, you have 2 new friend requests, 1 new message and 0 new notifications-

Deciding to do this as quick as possible I loaded the friend requests first.

-2 Friend Requests; Stan Marsh, Rebecca Rederford-

I accepted Stan's friend request first, before re-reading the second name. I had thought that I already had Red on Facebook. I was pretty sure that I definitely already had accepted her friend request. In fact I actually remember doing so. Had she deleted me? Why would she have deleted me? Then again, why would she have re-added me? God girls confused me. One of my old teachers back in England had said it was sexist to say that all girls are smarter than boys... but it was true. Girls said stuff and did things that no boy could ever understand. It's like they had their own language. Their own unique way of living. I didn't want to be sexist but damn, if girls weren't smarter than boys then what the hell were they? Maybe they were just more confusing? I don't know. I'm 10, how the hell am I meant to know?

"What do you mean a spy?". Hearing Craig's voice, I looked up from my phone and noticed that he and Tweek were now deeply in discussion over Mr Garrison's secret second life. Deciding I would join them soon, I accepted Red's friend request and then clicked onto the message I had received.

-Heidi Turner; Hello xxxxx *winkyface* *Heart*

-Heidi Turner; I mean ;) 3 xxxxxxx

Continuing to look at the messages in confusion, I began to type my reply while walking towards Tweek and Craig.

-Nathan Greylin; Hello?

"Hey guys?", I began as I sat next to Tweek. Both he and Craig stopped their conversation before turning to look at me. I didn't know what to say to either of them so instead I just handed them my phone so that they could read the conversation. Tweek just gawped at the conversation, while Craig began to formulate a reply.

"That's not Heidi".

"What?".

"That's not Heidi". He repeated before handing me my phone back. Tweek looked just as confused as I did.

"What do you mean?".

"I mean that, that is not Heidi". He sighed when he realised me and Tweek had no idea what he was getting at. "Someone is on Heidi's account I think. The girls are probably testing you or something".

"W-What?", Tweek spluttered as he gulped down the remnants of his cappuccino. Once he felt the emptiness of his cup, his eye's widened slightly but he managed to 'somewhat' maintain his composure.

"A test you freak", Craig spat as he noticed Tweek's twitching begin to come back full force. The hurt of being called a freak displayed itself on Tweek's face, and the look of pain in his eyes intensified for a second.

"Don't call him that", I spat back testily, as I angrily scrolled on my phone so that the message would refresh. Tweek smiled lightly at the fact that someone was on his side for a change, but his smile faded when he noticed Craig's eyes on him.

"He is a frea-".

"I said don't call him that you dick". As my phone finished refreshing, I suddenly realised what I had just called Craig. Nervously I looked up from my phone so that I could see his face. Where I was expecting a fist of some sort, was instead a small smirk.

"You're a better friend when you aren't a pussy all the time", he commented with his small smirk in place. I stared at him, unsure on whether to take that as an insult or a compliment. "But yeah, the girls are probably testing you".

"What do you mean?".

"I'm not sure exactly. But my sister does stuff like this all the time". I nodded, slightly distraught at the fact that Craig had a sister. I had only just found out about her, but already I felt so much sorrow for her having to live with her brother.

-Heidi Turner; Hey hotshot. Want to meet up for some sugar? xxxxx

What the fuck did that mean?

-Nathan Greylin; What?

-Heidi Turner; Chef always tells me and my friends that's how he get's dates.

-Heidi Turner; xxxx

-Nathan Greylin; So by sugar you mean like tea and stuff?

-Heidi Turner; I think that's what it means. So yes, do you want to meet up for tea? xxxx

All the while Tweek and Craig were peering over my shoulder. Tweek nodding slightly, probably at the aspect of being able to go to the cafeteria with me so that he could buy himself another coffee and rush off back to the room. Craig on the other hand was shaking his head from side to side.

"It's a trap". I looked at him waiting for some advice.

"What do I say then?", I asked myself more than the two other people sat beside me. Before either could reply a muffled scream was heard from one of the rooms across the hall.

"Maybe Mr Garrison is done torturing his prisoner", Craig joked sarcastically. Again, Tweek nodded frantically.

"That didn't sound like the prisoner though", I mumbled while looking at the message on my phone again. Normally, I would've been thankful for such a distraction, but now I was truly nervous about the whole girls testing me thing.

"Y-Your -ACK- right man", Tweek agreed with a fairly aggressive twitch. "Oh Jesus! It's the -ERK- gnomes again!". I turned my head to look at the blonde in confusion. Craig had done pretty much the same thing as me, and was now judging the blonde with his eyes. To spare Tweek from any more embarrassment I decided to bring Craig's thought's back to the topic at hand.

"What should I put back?".

"Put no".

"What? Why?".

"It's the girls. I wouldn't trust them if I were you".

"I don't. But I can't just say no. What if Heidi hates me for it".

"Well that's okay. She's only a girl". At this I glared at Craig accusingly. He shrugged in reply. "I thought you were with Red anyway. What does it matter if Heidi hat-".

"What? I'm not with Red", I spat in surprise.

"Oh did you two break up? Sorry dude". Even though he was apologising, he didn't really do it in a tone that seemed apologetic. It didn't matter none-the-less as we hadn't broken up anyway. We weren't even together in the first place.

"We didn't break up".

"...so you're still together?".

"No! We were never together!". At this Craig looked at me in confusion before his face snapped back to being neutral.

"Oh. It's just that Bebe told us on the bus that you two were boyfriend and girlfriend".

"What!? That fu-".

"Red told us you two weren't together straight away. None of us really believed her though", Craig butted in as if to cover up the profanity that I was close to using. Realising that Red had denied it straight away made me upset for some reason. I had no idea why.

"You like her", Craig suddenly gasped out loud as he pointed towards me.

"W-What? N-No. Of course I don-".

"Don't worry dude. I'm not one of those douches that think girls are yucky. I have a girlfriend of my own". At hearing this, I now suddenly felt bad for not only his sister... but the girl who had been unlucky enough to become Craig's girlfriend. It was nice however to know someone else who didn't think girls were yucky. "Why don't you ask her out?". Wait. Didn't he know?

"Girls have cooties Craig". At my sentence he looked at me strangely.

"What?".

"Girls... They have cooties. Kyle and Stan told me". The look of strangeness on his face finally made sense to me. He was laughing. This was Craig. Actually showing emotion for the first time that I had known him. No wonder happiness looked so strange on his face. Wait. Why would he be laughing?

"Cooties", he gasped through tears of laughter. "Cooties aren't real".

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Chapter 11... Well. Two factions of the story have finally met up. I wasn't really sure how to have them interact so I hope that this was okay. I also hope that the gullibleness of the kids is believeable and not too far fetched. I needed them to be gullible for this part of the story to work. Also, the moaning behind Mr Garrison's door... Yes... let's just pretend that he indeed is a spy. HEY! I know what you're thinking! But this IS a South Park fan fiction, so in true South Park fashion I had to add some dirty details. Same thing with the 'sugar' tip by Chef. Don't judge me!

On a second note, this chapter helps evolve the romantic side of the story a little bit more than the main plot. Don't worry, I won't make it all soppy just yet, (purely because I'm not a soppy type of writer), but it's just nice to delve between the two plots every few chapters. It just add's a sense of freedom when it comes to writing. I know that probably makes no sense at all.

As I mentioned a couple chapters back, I am planning to possibly write a collection of one-off spin-offs based on this story once it's complete. This chapter has a very good possibility of having a 'Girls P.O.V'. I've actually sculptured some of this chapter so that a spin-off chapter would work for it. If you guys would like to see this spin-off chapter than make sure you let me know because I won't know whether to write it, if you guys don't tell me whether you want it.

Thanks to Cortez30 for the reviews. I didn't actually notice your first review back from chapter 9 so sorry about that! I agree that the Al Gore parts can become a bit tedious, but without giving too much away he won't be in the story for much longer I don't think. Hopefully that pleases you ahah! & The 'cock blocking assholes' review made me crease! Claps for you, my friend ahah!

Disclaimer; South Park IS actually my property... In my head that is...

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