Spin the Fucking Bottle
A/N" Bet you're wondering what's going to happen at Wendy's party? Let's see, now...
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Friday was a little bit creepy on Clyde's behalf. He was forced to do an egg assignment with Milla Killa because he was absent. She'd decorated the egg to look like some scary Goth, with real makeup all over it. Milla was a decent person, she was just too scary to have a conversation with. All she ever talked about was music she liked, movies she liked, etc. Clyde was bored out of his small mind. Milla grazed Clyde's hand 'accidentally', and put their egg into a pouch they'd made earlier. Clyde looked at her like, "what the HELL are you doing?", but she just winked at him. "Wanna listen to my iPod?" Before he could answer, she shoved an earphone into the ear closest to her and scrolled around her green iPod mini for the perfect song. "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt blared into Clyde's unsuspecting ear. He was a little intimidated. Girls were never so forward with him. Emily was always so much more distant with him than open. Milla mouthed the words "I saw your face.. In a crowded place" while yearning into Clyde's cappacino-colored eyes. Clyde 'ahem'ed and continued his work on the egg. He was sort of uncomfortable with all the attention he was getting. He wasn't even a happy person these days, after Emily totally ditched him at the dance, then swore off her last chance with him in the hall. It was a tough position, but springing to some random girl wasn't something he wanted to support. He scootched a little bit further from her and gave her back the iPod earphone. She sighed but pondered, Hmm, this cutie is tougher than I thought. Maybe this is what ill grow to like about him. Odd, he seems like such a vulnerable dork.. it should be easy to sway him. Maybe at the raven girl's party tonight...
Cartman was a little dodgy ever since the night before. He'd found Kristin with puffy red eyes in his bathroom minutes after Carly and Tweek left. They'd had a small talk about things, but he'd confirmed he couldn't put himself in a weak position like that, like he was pointlessly putting himself out there. Kristin had agreed to make everything clear to both him and Craig before she made a final decision of what she would do. Craig had no idea about Kristin's feelings, just passing it off as a cruel rumour. Kristin tried to kiss him again, but he just held the door open for her. She'd sullenly left, and was forced to go to Wendy's house for an impromptu 'emergency' related to the space in her basement. She ended up spending the night moving the furniture as Wendy kept a close watch of ... the television set. Wendy was really getting on her nerves! She seemed so meek and nice when she told Kristin about her feelings in the washroom, but then she just turned out to be the calculating critical bitch she always was. Kristin knew know, "some things never change!" Anyhow, Heidi joined their little "clique" and was to wear a pink leather micromini. Kristin groaned, leaving her two admirers, Cartman and Craig, (on either side of her) to wonder if the other had farted.
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Emily was in her room, anticipating the party and how it would affect her situation at school. She wondered if Clyde would show up with that blue-haired bitch, and if Wendy would try and steal Stan from Lauren. They were quite a cute couple, despite some things they were doing. Thankfully, the 'slathering' thing was a joke, the mousses were just for Lauren's family. They don't go out much. But honestly, she really respected Stan and Lauren. They weren't all public with their love, more mysterious than anything. Except for that one public kiss after the dance. But, c'mon! It was a special occasion! Everyone kisses at dances. Emily smiled, she had no more to worry about. She was with a 'nice Jewish boy', as her Mom liked to call it. She was just like Christina Aguliera. Ew. Don't ever think that again. She put on her Betty Boop tee, and some dark-wash jeans. Her sisters scoffed at her when she came downstairs. Emily escaped into the kitchen and flicked through her white nano for a soothing song. "Feeling Good." That was Emily's stress-releiving song. During the time when she first met Kyle, she would listen to that song every time she was around him. Also, a song her and Kyle liked to call their 'song' like an old married couple, was "Lonely Day," by System of a Down. Maybe she could get Wendy to play it at the party...
ding dong!
"YES!" Emily stood up out of her chair and raced to the door. Luckily, her sisters were out of sight. Kyle was standing at the door with his hands shyly behind his back. Emily blushed a little when she saw how cute he looked. She should of reconsidered the Betty Boop shirt! He was wearing an emerald Lacoste polo that brought out his eyes, and gray jeans. His hair was combed, just like when they played 'Truth-or-Dare.' Emily was uncontrollably smiling at Kyle's shoes. Red and black checked Vans. The hottest shoes around. "Are you ready?" he anxiously fidgeted. "Yep, one sec." She fluffed her hair and put in a chunky black headband. Instant fancy. For fear of her sisters coming back, she ran into her black and white checked Vans and booked it out the door.
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Wendy's house was surprisingly ugly, purple bricks with her famous piss-pants yellow curtains hanging from the windows. Maybe their family dyed more than just the pants with piss. Interesting. "This is where Stan was standing with a boombox over his head last year," Kyle sadly looked at the ground. "Aww." Damn, way to depress me! "Well, it looks like some people are already here. Let's go!" She took his warm hand and entered the house without knocking. It seems people were 'mingling', much to Wendy's disappointment. A few people were laughing at Tweek's hair. Emily thought it looked quite nice. Hot even. It wasn't gelled or anything, it just reminded her of a beach-blonde Pete Wentz's hairdo. Carly was adoring it with a passion. She was just holding his shoulders and staring at it. Maybe that's what they were laughing at.
"ALL MY PEEPS, THE BROUHAHA WILL COMMENCE DOWNSTAIRS! LET THE BROUHAHA BEGIN!" Wendy screamed in her super-high voice.
Oh my fucking lord. What a geek. She's clearly trying to make it sound 'exotic' or 'tropical' or something. Not like their outfits matched that. They looked like exotic dancers, but that's the closest they would ever get. Kristin was wearing a red shirt that said, "FCUK THIS", that matched her white micromini. She reminded Emily of Elvis. Pfft. Heidi wore a white shirt that said, "BITCH, PLEASE", matching her pink skirt, and Wendy wore a pink shirt that said, in goopy white writing, "SPERM DUMPSTER", perfectly going with her red leather skirt, that barely covered her drooping ass. "Sick, dude!" Kyle cried, gesturing to Wendy's overloaded pink eyeliner and clown red lips.
Anyways, everyone "COMMENCED" down the staircase, and into a wannabe 'Stupid Spoiled Whore" party. There was a closet with pillows and blankets, and a sign on the door, "2 minutes in the closet!" Like anyone would participate in those slut games. There was a bottle with much space around it, which drew quite a few people close. "I guess Wendy wants to play 'spin the bottle' and kiss Stan..." Kyle rolled his eyes. Emily was somewhat disappointed that Kyle didn't want to join the well-intended fun, but she understood his caution, considering it was Wendy's party.
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Milla dragged Clyde down the stairs. She'd been trying to 'court' him all day. He was just too tough to crack. It just made her want him even more. Clyde tried to initiate a conversation with Craig, who, by the way, everyone was confused he'd even shown, but Milla just thrust him against the wall. "Let's play spin the bottle!" she smiled into his pretty eyes. "Umm... no thank you, Milla. I'm fine." Milla rolled her eyes. "Come ON!" she moved her face closer. "Uhh... I think I'm just going to go home now." He tried to escape her powerful grip. "No.. just do it. Spin the fucking bottle with me."
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Until next time, »aym«