"Show him, Cartman!" Kenny exclaims, pushing on Cartman's seat to make him go faster.
Cartman shakes his head and slows down. "Dude, if I wreck my new truck, my mom'll kill me. And Craig is so not worth it."
"Prude," Kenny mutters, glaring out the window. His eyes widen as we approach Stan's house and we notice a small silver car outside. "Who the hell is at Stan's house?"
I sigh and lean back. "I don't know. We told him we were coming, right?" I ask, shooting the last word at Cartman icily.
"Yeah I did," Cartman replies.
He pulls into Stan's driveway and lays on the horn. I wince at the sudden loud noise, but I'm too busy inspecting the car. I don't know who it belongs to, but it's familiar, making me fear that it's Wendy's.
Kenny seems to read my mind. "That ain't hers," he says, "Wendy's car's blue."
"Oh," I reply quietly as Cartman blows the horn again. The upstairs window opens and Stan's head pops out.
"Can you wait a fucking minute?" he calls angrily.
"No! The movie starts at 11:30, asshole!" Cartman shouts back, "and it's 11:20 now!"
Stan rolls his eyes and holds up one finger, closing the door again. "I hope it's not a girl," Kenny says, "This is our day to forget about those damn bitches."
"Yeah, me too," Cartman and me say in unison.
Finally, Stan's front door opens and he walks out with a certain blonde. There's a groan from Kenny and Cartman but a sigh of relief from me. Sure, it's a girl, but it could be someone else. Stan approaches the truck and climbs in the bed with Bebe.
"Why the hell did you bring her?" Cartman asks him.
"She wanted to come, and she was at my house when you called," Stan explains.
Kenny rolls his eyes. "You could have told us that, asshole."
"What's so bad about me?" Bebe asks, her light eyebrows disappearing under her bangs.
"Nothing," Stan says quickly, "They're just being douche bags."
Cartman huffs and pulls out of Stan's driveway, speeding his way to the theater.
As we approach the ticket counter, we spot a familiar face.
"Tweek?" we all ask in shock, and the boy twitches in response.
"Since when do you work here, Tweek?" Kenny asks, searching for money in the pockets of his hoodie.
"Since… ack! I got a job last Thursday," Tweek replies nervously, his left eye twitching.
Cartman sighs and grabs the money from everybody. "Five tickets for Transformers."
"Transformers?" Stan asks, "I thought we were seeing Drag Me To Hell."
"I thought we were seeing The Proposal." We turn around and look at Kenny, who grins. "What?"
Cartman shakes his head. "I got a free ticket to Transformers," he explains, showing Tweek the little card.
"Oh, god… I have to- ack! –deduct this? That's way too much pressure!"
We all roll our eyes as he fumbles with the register, jumping in his shoes every time the little money drawer pops out. He finally gives us our tickets and we walk into the theater.
"Jesus, I should have asked him if the job pays well," Kenny asks, taking a seat on the end. Cartman takes the seat next to him, leaving me to sit next to Stan. I know they have a thing going on together, which only makes this seating arrangement all the more awkward.
"Dude, Tweek's therapist probably recommended that he get a job for responsibility purposes," I say quickly, trying to divert my attention from the two next to me, who are giggling and sharing popcorn. I lean across Cartman to Kenny. "Are they together yet?" I ask him, jerking my head toward Bebe and Stan.
Instead of a reply from Kenny, Cartman pipes up. "Well it sure looks like it. Why else would he have ruined our no girls day?"
"I don't wanna be next to them if they're gonna be getting freaky!" I whisper frantically, glancing back at the giggling duo. "Kenny, switch with me."
"Why me?"
I sigh, knowing that it's obvious. "Because you're a pervert. You think making out and shit is hot."
"No," Kenny snaps, "We put up with you and Red for months, the least you can do is sit with those chick flick stars over there."
I glare irately at Kenny as I lean back in my seat. The two are no longer talking, and Stan is looking nervously at his shoes. Bebe seems a bit distant too, as if they're both waiting for something. And no matter how jealous I am that Stan has something romantic going on in his life still, my friendship with him overpowers my envy and I lean over next to him.
"What're you doing?" I ask him.
"Watching the movie," he snaps, "What's it look like I'm doing?"
I sigh loudly and glance at Bebe, who is staring intently up at the screen. "I know you like her."
"How?" he asks, genuinely surprised. How could he be surprised? He was so fucking obvious! I voice this to him. "Oh… well, you know…"
"Do it," I interrupt.
He stares at me. "Do what?"
"I don't know, kiss her or something," I reply, "Do what your gut tells you. It's really romantic, I guess."
"And you're giving me advice?"
I shake my head. "Just do it asshole, kiss her."
He sighs and turns to the girl next to him, and she looks at him too. I find myself unable to look away. She meets his eyes and they lean toward each other.
Kenny leans over and nudges my shoulder. "Look what you're missing out on, man! You need to get back out there!"
"It's been a day."
Cartman rolls his eyes. "Kenny's right. Stan's getting plenty of action." Instead of the romantic two-minute kiss I'd expected, Stan and Bebe are making out big time and violently, making me shyly turn back around.
"Screw you guys."
Kenny grins at the two and I glare at him. "What? One friend fixed, one more to go."
"I don't need to be fixed," I snap, "I'm not a cat."
"Oh contraire, you're my little jungle cat, and I'm gonna help you get your missy back before you get all jealous on Stan's ass."
Cartman snorts and I glare, wondering if Kenny really can help.
Ha it took me forever to get any inspiration at ALL for this chappy, and when I did it was kinda eh... whatever. There are two people I really want to put together in this fic, but it's not what I originally had planned, so I don't think it's a good idea. All odds are already going towards the other couple anyway. That was just me thinking out loud to myself, so yeah.
You should read Fight Fear With Fire if you aren't. It's another one of my stories that's my only other really long South Park fic. I guess a lot of people like it, and I'm having lots of fun writing it, so go check it out, please!