The Bay of Pigs Memorial Dance
A/N" Mkay. So everyone basically found a date, and lotsa random soap opera shit happens.
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The lights were turned way down low. Spotlights circled around the dark empty gym. The doors were closed, and only a shaggy emo teenage DJ was in the room. He prepared his burned disks and signaled over to Principal Victoria, standing in the doorway, that he was all set. She nodded and announced in her portable intercom, in her famous Minnesota accent, "Ohkee, children. The dyance will styart in aboot fayve minutes. Y'all can chyange in de byathrewms aynd be in the gym. Seeya soon!"
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Girls Bathroom- 5:48pm
"Wow, Carly! Tweek got you a really cute dress!" Kristin exclaimed, sporting her turquoise gown. "Thanks! Hey Annie! I really like yours!" Carly excitedly offered. Annie was wearing an ice blue Club Monaco dress. Not too shabby. Wendy stomped out of the handicap stall, and modelled her way through the half naked 9-year-olds. "How you you like MY dress?" she demanded. "It's... great, Wendy," Bebe absentmindedly retorted. "Yeah, if you like wearing ballerina costumes from when you were 3..." Red put in. The entire bathroom exploded with laughter, causing Wendy to turn red and storm out. Once Wendy left, Emily quietly emerged from a smaller stall. She was wearing a satin violet bauble dress with black lace trim. It was a hand-me-down, but she still loved it. "Aww, Emily! That's gorgeous!" Heidi yelled, loud enough for Wendy to hear. Emily meekly smiled and checked her stringy hair. She'd managed to wave it a little. Carly was wearing a tight strapless dress with a silk bow tied along her torso. Everyone looked elegant and beautiful, with the exception or short little Emily, who still looked miserable. "Let's go!" Kristin gestured to the door, linking arms with Annie and Carly. They all followed and walked down the plain hallway with much anticipation for what would happen next.
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Gym Entrance- 5:56pm
A line of boys dressed in crisp tuxedos awaited their dates. Emily cringed at some of the wierd couples: Red and BUTTERS? Milli and JASON! The bald dude. Jeez! People were desperate. Tssh, like she should talk. She was more desperate for Kyle than Wendy was for Stan! She approached an anxious Clyde, excitedly holding a pretty violet corsage. He was a sweetie, it's just, she didn't have any feelings whatsoever for him. Still, she didn't want this to ruin her night. She put on the corsage and held Clyde's clammy, sweaty hand. "You look beautiful" he whispered into her ear. She looked up at his genuinely smitten face, eyes glistening with sorrow. "...Thanks," she finally spouted before looking down again. She let her hair fall infront of her face, choking from the smell of her Coconut shampoo. She peeked through her brunette waves to see Stan with some tall girl with plenty of eyeliner. Exchange student? Either way, she was releived to see him happy for a change. She scanned their grade to see if Wendy and Kyle, dear sweet Kyle, were making out already. Hm. That's weird... seems like Wendy was going with Cartman. Things were pretty fucked up right here.
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It was time. 6:00 sharp. All the hot n' heavy couples pushed and shoved to get in, while some of the short-lived awkward ones held back. Clyde led Emily by the hand to a great spot on the dance floor. Apparently they had some special guest performing, but all the kids saw were an empty stage and an asian emo dude playing the SAFETY dance. Noone was really dancing, except for Butters and Red, who were bustin' a move. A muffled "God damnit, Butters!" came from a nearby Cartman. Wendy was acting all clingy with him. Emily decided to stay out of that one. Some Aerosmith blared out the speakers, so Emily had to dance. "I don't wanna miss a Thing" was a good slowdance song, so her and Clyde held eachother and danced. In the distance, Tweek and Carly were so close together, she could literally feel the pressure on her pelvis. She took her hands down to his tight little bum, pulling him even closer for a kiss. Emily could feel Clyde's hands falling down her back as well, so she strategically tripped on her heels. "Are you okay?" he sounded disappointed. "Oh...yeah. I'm fine. I just need a drink or something," Emily faked a woozy voice. "Oh, sure. I'll get you some punch." He made his way through the crowd. Emily had to get out of there! She decided to chill with the wallflowers: Kal, Token, Heidi, Ethan, Esther, Kyle, Timmy, KYLE! He was facing the wall, schlumped over looking at his shoes. Passing by him made her squeak, which, of course, caused him to look up. She froze, but then realized that the tension was only going to grow. "Uhh, hey. I figured you'd be here with Wendy." Emily nervously broke the ice, when all she wanted to do was grab him and kiss him. But she couldn't. He'd moved on. "Wendy? Why would I? She's a nasty bitch.".. WHAT? Emily looked like she saw a ghost. "..Y-you mean you DIDN'T make out with her at the arcade?" He gave her a 'WTF' look. "You mean you haven't fallen in love with Clyde?" They both thought for about 5 seconds. They both clicked. "Aww, BITCH!" they screamed in unison. Kyle took both Emily's hands, tearing up because of their gullibility and foolishness. "Come with me," he gently took her behind the bleachers.
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"Cartmaaaaaan, I have to go to the bathroom really bad now, can I just so real quick?" she pleaded. "NO! I need Kristin to come back to myah." Wendy let go of him and strutted over to the washroom anyway. Cartman glanced over at his antagonist, Craig. That son of a BITCH... he muttered. Kristin said something in the midst of it all, and was also going to the washroom. "Now's my chance!" Cartman yelled, some people giving him confused looks. "Kristin! Hey, KRISTIN! Will you please, pleeeeease come back to me. Don't go back to that asshole Craig. You don't know what its like to have someone you've wanted for so long, and then just been thrown back into the water. Please, you mean a lot to me," he literally got down on his knees and begged, eyes welling up. "I..I'm sorry. I'm in love with Craig," she slowly turned and continued her way. Cartman let out a long painful moan, falling down on his knees, sobbing. "Have you seen Emily?" he sounded worried, and a little paranoid. Cartman just kept sobbing, so Clyde did a 360 and left.
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"Kristin? Can I talk to you?" Wendy was washing her hands when Kristin walked in. She slowly nodded. "Well, I want you to know how much you mean to Cartman. He's been talking about you all night." Wendy explained, her eyes filling up with tears. Kristin awkwardly patted Wendy's back. " Just know this, when you mean something to a guy and you just reject him, there is NO way to get him back." It suddenly made so much sense to Kristin. "Stan means so very much to me, but I just can't tell him." she began weeping. "But I missed my chance, I'll never get him back." Kristin gave her a comforting hug. "you mean more to Cartman than Stan means to me. I say, you go for it!" Kristin ran out og the washroom to get Cartman.
"...I shoot. I never miss. The BITCH ALWAYS WINS!" Wendy cackled. She'd done her job. But she'd just spilled how she really felt about Stan to Kristin. Uh oh.