Doesn't Seem Right

A/N" It's all relative after this. Shes at it yet again. I don't care if I'm cheesy, I LOVE KYLE!

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" -giggle- Okay Kristin, go ahead!" Wendy and Kristin were giggling in the hall during lunch. They both held stacks of pink papers, photocopied advertisements of some 'party' at Wendy's house later that week. Kristin was having fun being Wendy's new BFF, but it felt kinda phony at the same time. All she did was bitch about that girl with Stan these days, and brag about her next party, like it was freakin' Christmas. She faked a giggle, and obeyed with an "Alright." Kristin sprinted through the hall, dropping dozens of invitations as she went. Wendy invented that form of advertising. She snickered. She could get anyone to do anything she wants. Muahaha, she thought. I am the queen of the school. Kristin shuddered. Subconciously, she knew this life was empty and shallow. She wanted more than anything to run into that lunch hall and stick her tounge down Eric's throat... I mean Craig's. Maybe.

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Tweek and Carly escaped the lunch hall to fool around in the janitor's closet (Kenny referred the place to Tweek.) Kenny and Bebe were left alone, sitting together on the 'Couples Table'. Kenny leaned toward little Bebe and lay his head on her lap. She was choking on her laugher, just shaking slightly. Yeah baby, its making them jiggle. He muffled. She gave him a weird look. It was the 5th time that day he'd said something violently sexual to her. Was this considered Sexual Harrasment? She couldn't ask the panda either, because he transformed into "Petey the Dont Sue People Panda". Bebe nervously giggled while Kenny subtly fondled her tiny breasts.

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"... and I didn't want to tell you, because you'd be angry... and you might not like me anymore." Kyle finished a l-o-o-o-ng speech about Rebecca and that asshole Mark who kept touching his balls when he tackled him. Noone knew he was gayer than tight pink lederhosen. Emily twitched a little. She thought for a minute. That was the scariest story she had ever heard. EVER. It didn't mean she would be mad, she was glad to hear about the 'skeletons'. She just didn't understand why he'd made such a big deal out of it. If it was all in the past, what's to worry about? Unless his past feelings for her came back. He was still in love with the slut with hair bigger than Diana Ross! Not something Emily could deal with. She turned away from him, tearing. She sat on the floor, thinking about Rebecca. He would never come to terms with his everlasting feelings. "..I knew you'd be mad. It's just.." he turned her around. Emily's hair was infront of her face, covering a sniffling mess. "I KNEW IT!" Clyde's booming rage from behind them. "YOU FUCKING DICK! YOU JUST CANT DO THAT TO HER AGAIN! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" he tackled Kyle, sending them across the hall. Kyle cowered under the beating of the enraged Clyde. Cartman approached and said something. She was too distraught to care. The fight was paused, Kyle looked to Emily for support. Emily snapped. How could she let this happen? She started, "...Clyde?"

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Eric Theidore Cartman fished through his yellow backpack for his extra cheesey poofs. On the contrary to his suicidal state, he was fatter than ever. He crazily snacked on everything in his poor mother's house. He was leaving the lunch hall a little early for an eye appointment. Apparently that asshole Ophthalmologist was trying to give him huge glasses again. It was total bullshit. At least he got out of going to Art class with all those other artsy fags like Butters. Everyone could see Kenny's boneration, even from outside. He was poking Bebe's boob. Jeez man, grow up! Don't treat women like fucking objects. Stan and the new chick with the red streaks was laughing at Jason again. It's sorta funny that Jason is bald, though. Fosse is also pretty bald. What is with the male-pattern baldness these days? Lauren pinched Stan in the 'area', and he puked a little bit. She looked a little confused, but she just wiped it off with a tissue. Cute, but quite corny.

Cartman pulled his sketchbook out. F, F, F. Yep, he sucked at Art. That art whore Mrs.Streeble was just out to get him. What a whore. The janitor's closet door was viciously shaking, he could sorta feel an earthquake under him as well. God, Pip and Damien should really get a room! Tweek and Carly were waiting patiently outside it. Pfft, it's like its 'their turn' later on. "KISS MY HAIRY BEANBAG, ASSHOLE!" came from the hall. Cartman ran out to see what the FUCK was up. It appeared that Clyde was molestering Kyle, and Emily was crying about it. "AY! WE JUST HAD LUNCH YOU DICKHOLES! DON'T MAKE US BARF IT UP!" Kyle and Clyde looked sharply at him, Kyle looking a little scared. Cartman could help the covetist Jew, but then he'd be a hippie. Either way, the fight was postponed, and it was time for his eye appointment. "OW! God DAMNIT!" he tripped on a pink slip of paper. Come to think of it, they were everywhere. Wendy must be having another party. Bitch.

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Kristin hid in the washroom to eat her Golden Delicious apple. Wendy didn't allow her to eat, apparently she wasn't skinny enough. Skank. She planned out the outfits that they were to wear at the party. Kristin was supposed to wear a skin-tight white leather micromini, and a bare midriff. Her top had to say "BRAT" or something provocative, in a matching color. Wendy would wear the same thing, except a red leather micromini. Damn, people were annoying when they did that. It just wasn't worth it, being Wendy's friend. She didn't even know what she SAW in being Wendy's friend. She guessed she just pitied her for her pathetic grudge with Stan.

The washroom door opened. Kristin stood on the toilet seat, for fear of being caught by a teacher, or worse, Wendy. Someone was sniffing and crying. Whoever it was, turned on the water and sobbed even louder. Kristin peeked under the toilet stall. The girl wore pink and white adidas shoes. "Bebe?" She opened the door and approached her. Bebe's eyes were wide and frightful. Jeez, what is it with girls crying in the washroom? Also, why do I have to be the one who supports them? Bebe held her face with a paper towel. "He's.. he's scaring me." Bebe was crying because of fright? Wha? "Who is?" Kristin was beyond confused. "K-K-K-Kenny. He's making me really uncomfortable and touching me inside my private areas. Every time he does it, he sings the Fingerbang song." Ewwwwwwww. Kristin was mortified. "Uhh, ew. Gotta go!" She ran out of the washroom and right into Kenny. He was waiting for her to leave. Creep. "Hey, is Bebe almost done?" Kristin rolled her eyes. "...okay. Clyde's kicking Kyle's ass near the Science room, if you wanna check it out."

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"...I want you to leave."

Kyle's face was bruised purple and black. Bits of his hair stuck out his hat. His coat was bloody and ripped. It was great pain. He felt like Clyde was some sort of werewolf. He was quiet and stupid in class, then when Emily comes into the picture, he was all sensetive and vengeful. Kyle had never meant to cause anyone pain, its just, peace in love is nonexistent. Except in Tweek and Carly's case. No one had even dreamed to screw around with them. Rawr. Clyde stood up. "What do you mean? He's ruining your life!" Clyde was baffled. "That doesn't matter. I'm in better condition now than I ever was. I was a blushing, obsessive maniac before Kyle. Sure people like to mess things up with us, but the fact that we get through it makes it a whole lot more meaningful." Clyde made a face. "But..." he turned around and slowly walked away. Ever so slowly. Emily scooted over to where the injured Kyle lay. "It doesn't matter what other people say, all that matters is that I love him." Emily pulled Kyle up and looked into his sparkling emerald eyes, one of them blackened. "I love you," she looked down. "You've seen me through all this bullcrap, but you still stick with me." Kyle's bleeding lip formed a gentle smile. His eyes were watering a little bit. "You came back after everything that was rumoured. You're heart is loyal and I love that." Kyle brushed Emily's hair aside, and held her face. "I love you," he returned, and got a little closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a little peck. He pulled her closer and romantically kissed her. It wasn't the longest kiss, but it was the kiss of true love.

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Until next time, »aym«