Okay! It's Christmas Eve! As my early gift to you, I will now present the winner to the contest! This year, I am having three winners! For each or the winners, one will have the least grammer and spelling errors, the the second will have the most humor, and the last, but certainly not least, the most Christmas Spirit!
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Our first winner, which is the winner with the least spelling and grammer errors is Twas a Night Before Christmas by Bridge7112! Here's Bridge's story!
Tweek sighed as he looked at the barely decorated Christmas tree in the Tweak household. His parents had given him the job of decorating it this year while they went to a party, even though Tweek had begged them not to because he thought it was way too much pressure.
What if the tree fell over?
What if it caught on fire?
What if the gnomes were Santa's elves and by decorating the tree wrong he pissed them off and they'd take his socks now too!
He grabbed his hair and let out an anguished scream of discomfort, why the hell did he always get stuck like this? His small breakdown was interrupted by the doorbell ringing loud and clear which actually scared the poor boy out of his mind making him jump almost a foot in the air. He stared at the door with confusion; he wasn't expecting company so it had to be the gnomes! He wailed in terror and was about to flee to the safety of his room when he heard a muffled voice.
"Tweek, open up! It's Kyle!"
Kyle? Tweek was confused, but then his face lit up with recognition as he remembered his friend. Even though the boys no longer talked to him he still considered them friends, well Kyle, Kenny, and Stan anyway, Cartman could be eaten by the gnomes for all he cared. He headed toward the door and was about to open it when he was struck by thoughts.
What If this was some kind of prank?
What if some child molester was out there waiting to get him?
What if…
"Tweek please, it's snowing out here dude!" and with that a series of harsh coughs accompanied Kyle's statement. Worrying about his friend's health more than the gnomes Tweek threw open the door and looked at a shivering Kyle. The redhead was coated in a layer of snow and pathetic emerald eyes looked at the twitchy teen.
"Gah!" Tweek yelped as he grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him into his house, closing the door quickly. Kyle sighed in relief; he'd been running to the store for a few groceries for his mom and the next thing he knew it had been snowing full blast. He was too far away from Stan's or Kenny's, and there was no way in hell he'd ever ask Cartman for help so he had hoped Tweek would let him in and he saw he'd made the right choice. He turned to Tweek to thank him, only to have the blonde look serious at him.
"Clothes, off, now." Of course Kyle was startled by not only Tweek's abruptness but for the fact that Tweek wanted him to strip?
"What!" Kyle asked confused.
"You're all wet." Tweek explained, "You want to catch, ngh, pneumonia? Oh god! Don't transfer it to me!" Kyle stared before realizing Tweek was right and he was freezing.
"Actually that sounds nice." Kyle admitted and Tweek led him upstairs to his room. Kyle smirked and looked around the room; it looked the same as when they had done their project in here a few months ago.
"Here." Tweek said, handing Kyle some clothes. "I'll go downstairs and make, ngh, something to warm you up." Tweek twitched and gave Kyle a smile before leaving the room. Kyle immediately felt guilt blossom in his chest. Tweek was someone they'd made fun of, abandoned as soon as Kenny got back. All the boy had wanted was to fit in and they'd given him a taste of their normalcy, only to kick him out. Even Butters who'd they rejected now had a permanent spot in the group, however that was because he was simply annoying and kept following them around like a puppy whenever he saw them.
He pulled off his icy cold clothes and shivered, quickly placing whatever Tweek had given him on. He was given a bright green sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. He couldn't help but notice how big the jeans were for him, and Kyle was the slim one, just how thin was Tweek? His mind began to wrap around the worry of an eating disorder or something like that and he frowned. He wondered if he should just leave his clothes on the floor since he had no idea where the hamper was but it felt somewhat rude to do that, after all he was a guest.
"Hey Tweek?" Kyle called out, hoping to elicit an answer. It was quiet and he frowned. "Tweek!"
"ARGH!" he heard a screamed response and he felt panic as he raced down the stairs. He tried to stop in the kitchen, however his socked feet slid on the tiles causing him to slide and small into a wall. He groaned slightly as the pain throbbed throughout his body and then remembered the reason he'd come running down the stairs in the first place but before he could move he heard another yelp.
"Oh Jesus Kyle! Are you ok? You're not dead are you! Oh Jesus that'd be way too much pressure! I don't know how to deal with that!" He looked up to see Tweek yanking mercilessly at his hair.
"I'm ok Tweek." said Kyle as he stood up feeling the pain from where his legs had slammed into the wall. "Are you ok? You screamed." said Kyle as he looked at Tweek.
"Oh, well I, ngh, burned my hand, but I'm ok!" Tweek said with a smile only to frown as Kyle grabbed his hand. Gently the redhead examined the injury, then smiled.
"Yeah it doesn't look too bad dude!" He didn't notice the slight blush on Tweek's face as he quickly pulled his hand away.
"Oh, uhm, I made you some, ngh, hot cocoa, I know you don't like coffee. Oh Jesus but how can you not love coffee!" Tweek screeched nervously making Kyle laugh.
"That one time I drank it at your place was enough. I got so sick from that."
"That's why you don't eat the, ngh, grounds." said Tweek with a smile back accompanied by a few furious twitches. Kyle sat at the small table in the kitchen and Tweek joined him with his own mug of coffee, also bringing over a few cookies from a huge pile his mother had made the night before and offering a few to Kyle, before beginning to apologize quickly.
"What?" asked Kyle calmly as he took a sip of the cocoa.
"You have diabetes right? Oh Jesus I'm such a bad host! Here I am offering you a whole bunch of sweets and you get, ngh, sick!"
Kyle smiled, "No I don't have it, it was some lab technicality or something, trust me my dad had a field day with that one." he said with a roll of his eyes.
"Then what about that time you really got sick in third grade?"
"It was genetic." said Kyle with a shrug as he rubbed the area where Cartman's kidney was sitting. "But I'm fine now."
"That's good!" said Tweek a little loudly but happily as he returned to his previous gesture of offering the redhead cookies. Kyle smiled as Tweek sat down across from him and began dipping the cookies into the coffee, he couldn't believe how nice Tweek was being after everything they'd ever done to him.
"Tweek?"
"Mmm?" The blonde responded, right now all his attention was on the cookie in his hand.
"Thanks, you know for letting me in and everything." Tweek froze, and then looked up with a smile.
"Its fine Kyle!" said Tweek happily, "I mean you're welcome! I mean aghh!" he yelled at himself angrily as he was unable to articulate what he'd been trying to say.
"So what were you doing before I came over?" asked Kyle as he dipped the head of his Santa into his hot cocoa and promptly bit it off. He hated Christmas, not because it was a holiday he didn't celebrate but because everyone left him out of everything. Parties, caroling, present wrapping; it just made him feel alone.
"Well I was supposed to be decorating the tree. But it's just way too much pressure! I mean what if it falls on me!" The blonde shrieked unhappily and Kyle found himself smiling again. It was hard not to smile when Tweek rambled on and on like this.
"Well how about I help you?" Kyle offered, not even his super best friend Stan had ever allowed him to help with the Christmas tree and he'd always wondered what it was like.
Tweek paused, his face focused as he thought, then he smiled, "Yeah! That's be awesome! Then you can watch the tree so it doesn't fall! And you can make sure I decorate it right! I mean I don't want my parents to sell me! Gah! What would I do then!" Tweek asked.
Soon their drinks were finished and they headed back into the living room. Tweek had started with the lights and managed to put them up correctly, however the tinsel was another story. Large clumps of that were all over the tree and Kyle sighed and carefully began splitting apart the strands and placing them more articulately on the tree. Soon Tweek's shaking hands joined his and although it took longer it was definitely more enjoyable. Soon the tinsel was placed and then they started on the ornaments which easily became a quick problem.
Kyle had started to place the beautiful glass balls of green and red on the tree when the tinkling of glass reached his ears. He looked away from his spot only to see Tweek staring guiltily at a pile of broken glass near his feet.
"Oh Jesus! Now my parents are definitely going to sell me!" he cried out. Immediately Kyle grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the glass, his fear being the fact that if Tweek had a spazz out he would accidentally step into it.
"Here I'll clean it up, it's just one ornament." said Kyle as he went to grab the trash can from the kitchen and the dustpan he'd seen in the wide open pantry. The mess was cleaned and they resumed, however the crash noise hit his ears again and he sighed looking at Tweek. "Again?"
"Gah!" Tweek yelled in response and once again Kyle cleaned. A few more ornaments were broken and cleaned but soon enough the tree was decorated. The beautiful glass radiated the bright yellow lights from the tree and Kyle found himself feeling happy, it was the first tree he'd ever decorated and it looked wonderful. He looked at Tweek who was also grinning. "It looks good!" The blonde spurted out and Kyle nodded his agreement.
"Although it's missing one thing." said Kyle, "The star on top!"
Immediately Tweek shrieked, "We can't do that!"
At that Kyle looked confused, "Why not?"
"Cause! Gah! If I try I'll fall or you'll fall and then we'll both end up hurt!" Tweek said and yanked at his hair. "I don't want this night to end like that!"
"We'd have quite the story though." said Kyle. "Come on Tweek, how about I put it up and I'll be real careful." Tweek frowned clearly unhappy with the idea. "Unless you want the gnomes to see there's no star and they'll get mad."
With that Tweek immediately panicked. "No! Ok put it up! Hurry!"
Kyle smirked and pulled the foot rest in front of one of the chairs in the room next to the tree. He was a little short even with the footrest, however if he just stretched a little… He soon got the star on and sighed in relief, however in that second lost his balance. He felt his body wobble dangerous and panic made him cry out. A pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he stopped wobbling. He turned only to see that Tweek had jumped on the small bit of space left on the footrest and grabbed Kyle's waist, preventing the boy from falling over. The blonde's eyes were squeezed shut and he was trembling nervously.
"Tweek it s ok, I'm fine." Kyle soothed and the blonde opened his eyes, smiling at the redhead in front of him. They both made their way off the footrest with no other problems and smiled as they looked at the tree.
"It's, ngh, perfect!" Tweek chirped happily and Kyle nodded, man decorating a tree was fun! Maybe he could convince his mom to have a Hanukah bush next year or something he could decorate, or maybe he could just come back next year and help Tweek with his tree. "You want to watch some, urk, Christmas specials?" Tweek offered, he had a couple in his room but only the ones that didn't scare him like The Santa Clause, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer, Alvin and the Chipmunks and others. He didn't have Frosty though, the magician always gave him nightmares and the fact that Santa had known who the magician was and what he had wanted for Christmas nearly made him pee his pants the first time he watched it.
Kyle nodded, "Sure sounds like fun!" and with that the blonde was running upstairs to get the movies. A faint knocking was suddenly heard and Kyle frowned wondering who it could be and since Tweek was upstairs he decided to answer the door remembering the snow that had blown on him. He opened it only to be tackled.
"Kyle there you are!" said Stan happily. Kenny was behind him and almost blocking the doorway was Cartman.
"Yeah you had the jew bitch on a rampage." said Cartman earning him a glare from Kyle.
"Stop calling my mom a bitch lard ass!"
"Well maybe if her picture wasn't next to the word bitch in the dictionary I would!"
"Alright enough you two!" Kenny yelled, although it was more muffled chatter but understood by his two friends.
"Come on Kyle we better get you home." said Stan grabbing his friends hand only to turn back surprised as Kyle pulled his hand out of Stan's grip. "Kyle?"
"I sorta want to stay here Stan." said Kyle with a smile earning laughs from Cartman and to his surprise a few chuckles from Kenny.
"You want to hang with twitch!" Kyle swore he heard a soft urk at that and he glared.
"Yeah I do fatass."
"I knew it! You two are fuck buddies aren't you!" he yelled only to get punched in the arm by an extremely pissed Kyle.
"Shut up fatass!" Kyle snapped. Immediately Cartman began crying.
"He hit me!"
"Well you did deserve it." said Stan thoughtfully only to get a glare from Cartman.
"Screw you guys I'm going home!" and with that he trudged back into the storm with Kenny following him.
Stan looked at Kyle, "Why do you want to stay? Don't you want to come over to my place and we can play video games?"
Kyle shook his head, "No dude, I'm having fun with Tweek."
At that Stan looked even more confused. "How can you have fun with him? I mean he's so panicky and nervous and."
"And an actually really good friend." said Kyle, "Why don't you hang out here with us? I'm sure Tweek won't mind."
At that Stan looked somewhat concerned, and shook his head. "Nah I gotta get going, see you Kyle." and with that he was gone into the snowstorm as well.
Kyle snorted as he closed the door allowing the warmth to seep back into the room. If his friends wanted to be assholes then fine, they could be assholes and he could hang with Tweek, fine with him!
"You think I'm, urk, a good friend?" Kyle turned to see Tweek looking at him with a small smile.
"Yeah dude! Tonight was one of the best nights I've had in a while." With that the phone rang and Kyle sighed, "That's probably my mother, how about you set up a movie and I'll talk to her?" Tweek nodded and smiled darting into the living room. Kyle went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Mom?"
"Kyle! Oh sweetie you're safe! Where are you? Stan said you were staying at someone's house?"
Kyle popped his head out the door to see Tweek setting up the DVD player and smiled, "Yeah mom, I'm staying with a friend."
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Awesome story! Now, for our second winner, the entry with the most humor is What's the Hold Up? by BattyCore! Here's Batty's story!
"Look at that snow guys!"
I gazed out the window to see fluffy white snow piling up around us. It rolled by like coulds as we sped along the country road. "It's pretty," I commented.
Cartman pffted and rolled his eyes at me. "What a gay thing to say," he spat.
I clenched my teeth and tried my hardest not to punch him in the face. I opened my mouth to bite a reply, but Kenny beat me to it. "Shut the fuck up, Cartman. It's Christmas; he's allowed to be as gay as he wants. You know, 'don we now our gay apparel' or whatever."
Granted, it wasn't the best defense, but I was grateful for Kenny's backup. I was not going to let that fatass ruin my Hanukkah.
Cartman and Kenny continued to bicker, so I turned my attention back out the window. The white color was almost blinding against the sun. The only thing that separated the white expanse of land from the dull white clouds in the sky was the line of evergreen trees on the horizon. Ahh, the country…
My head slammed against the window as the car swerved dangerously. I cried out and pressed my hands to the sore spot on my forehead. "Stan, what the fuck!" I cried out, staring at him wide-eyed through the rearview mirror.
He hesitated; looking around frantically to make sure everything was still okay. "Sorry, guys, I hit a patch of ice. The snow it getting pretty harsh, I have to slow down. It's going to take a lot longer to get there," he explained. I could feel the car decelerate.
"Aw, what? You mean I'm stuck in this metal piece of shit with you three fags for longer than I already had to!" Cartman complained. He almost screamed, crossing his arms in a huff and glaring out his window.
Stan glared at Cartman through the rearview mirror for a second before returning his attention to the road. "If you don't like it you can ride in the fucking trunk!" he warned.
Kenny looked to Stan with a sparkle in his eye. "I don't mind! I'd looove to stay in here as long as you'd like~ As long as I can trade seats with fatass back there and be closer to Kyle…" he ended his sentence on a sweet note, glancing at me through the corner of his eye.
I cringed away from his stare and melted into my car door. "Please don't let him sit back here," I pleaded, giving Cartman the puppy dog look, even though I knew it wouldn't work.
Ignoring me, and the seatbelt laws, Kenny crawled over the front arm rest and plopped himself in the middle seat next to me, all the while Stan shouting at him to stop obstructing his vision. Now satisfied with his seating, Kenny leaned on my shoulder and clutched onto my arm, kind of like I'd expect a girl to. "Mm, Kyle, you're so warm~" he said, snuggling his head into me.
I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily, probably not for the last time. "How far away is Nebraska anyway? Why does Token even have a house there?" I asked, trying my best to ignore the blonde leech.
Slowing down even more, Stan shuffled through some papers. "Well, according to Google Maps, it's about four and a half hours to Sidney, and we left about an hour and a half ago. At the speeds we're going, it'll take like… double the time. You do the math."
I groaned and glared out the window. Suddenly, I didn't find the snow quite as pretty.
I heard Cartman scoff disgustedly. "God damnit, guys! Can I move up front? Kenny's freaking me out! Could you get any further into his lap!" he asked, disgusted.
"No, don't encourage him!" I cried, but it was too late. Kenny was challenged. He literally picked himself and sat back down in my lap. I squished against the back of the seat and my arms pinned to my chest. He was damn heavy for a kid as skinny as him. "Ugh, Kenny, get off me!" I whined.
He turned to face me as much at the minimal truck space would allow and pouted. "But… without your Jewish body heat, this poor little malnutritioned blonde will freeze to death!"
I tried to shove him off, but he was too heavy and my arms were at an awkward angle. "Look at that fatass over there; I'm sure he radiates more heat than I do!"
He brought a finger up to his lips in thought. "You're right." Cartman gave us a horrified look and scooted as far as he could into his door, as if he could escape. "But you're cuter than he is, so I don't mind your insufficient heating abilities. Its okay, Kyle, I forgive you."
I was actually speechless at that. The sheer stupidity of some people… just gets to me. "GET THE FUCK OFF," I shouted in his ear. At that he slinked away from me. At least he knew when enough was enough. I watched as he snuggled up to Cartman, just as he had to me. I had to admit, at least to myself, that it was hilarious. The almost sick expression on Cartman's face was priceless.
"You guys are idiots…" I heard Stan mutter from the front seat. I merely flipped him off and resumed staring out my window.
We rolled on for another two or so hours without major incident. I actually started to relax. Cars make me sleepy. I leaned my head against the window and flinched. I felt my forehead and there was a small lump from where I'd smacked it before. Cautious of my bruise, I laid back on the window.
As soon as I'd settled in, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I cursed every God in existence and ripped it out of my jeans. I glared at the little LCD screen displaying the name Craig Tucker. I flipped it open and read his text.
"Where the flying fuck are you guys? You were supposed to fucking be here by now."
I rolled my eyes. Who knew he'd care? I responded.
"We left late and the snow is holding up the car. We'll be there in circa four hours."
I shut my phone and held it in my hand, waiting for his reply.
It buzzed.
"What the fuck is circa?"
I sighed and rubbed my temples. I typed out a reply.
"It means about, dumbass. We'll be there in about four hours."
I shut my phone again. "Who're you texting, Kyle?" I jumped slightly at the mention of my name. "Is it your boooooyfrieeeeeend?" Kenny sang.
My face flushed red. "He's not my boyfriend, asshole! If he was my boyfriend, he would have kicked your ass a long time ago for constantly sexually harassing me!"
"But you want him to be your boyfriend," he said with a sly, definite note. He gave me a knowing look.
I scoffed and attempted to look pissed off through the heat in my cheeks. "As if. He's more of an asshole than you are," I said.
My phone vibrated again and I flipped it open.
"Sorry we're not all in fucking AP Life."
I gave a frustrated grunt and typed quickly.
"Is there something you wanted, or are you just being your usual asshole?"
"If you don't want his nuts, then how did you know who I was talking about?" Kenny asked. He somehow achieved that playfully serious tone that only Kenny McCormick can ever achieve. I can never tell if he's joking or not when he speaks.
Either way I felt my eyes grow wide. I tried to come up with a witty comeback, but it was stuttered. "W-well… Because I… he… you… You always make fun of me by calling him my 'boyfriend!'"
He waited a moment before saying anything, eyeing me suspiciously. He opened his mouth to speak, but I was saved by the buzz of my phone.
"I want you to hurry the fuck up! I'm sick of listening to Clyde complain about how fucking bored he is. Plus, the power is out 'cause of the fucking storm."
I busied myself with texting as slow as possible so that I wouldn't have to acknowledge Kenny's existence.
"What does the power being out have to do with me?"
I shut the phone slowly and clutched it for dear life, praying that Kenny had forgotten about me. The last thing I needed on this annoying as piss car ride was interrogation about my romantic interests.
Chancing a glance at Kenny, I heaved a sigh of relief. He'd decided to be merciful and go back to torturing Cartman instead of me. I'd never been happier to have Cartman around in my whole life.
My phone went off again and I flipped it open.
"Because it's fucking dark and I'd rather feel my way around with you than Clyde."
I froze at the wording and stared at the screen. He wanted to feel my… what? I shook my head and forced myself to think rationally. He's talking about feeling around the house. Like walls and stuff.
"Why don't you light some candles? It's a cabin for God's sake; isn't there a fireplace?"
I could feel my hands twitching as I shut the phone again. What had I been wanting him to be feeling in the dark?
His reply came slightly quicker than normal.
"A fucking candle lit taco dinner with Clyde? No, thank you. Just hurry the fuck up and get here already."
I couldn't help but flush a little. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and fiddled with my phone. Why was Craig so eager for me to get there? Did he miss me that much? Or was he really just that sick of Clyde's whining? Knowing Craig, he's probably just that sick of Clyde. But there's a part of me that can't help but wish that… maybe…
"How sweet. Well, you'll just have to suck it up and stop being such a pussy because the snow is really bad. I'm not even sure it's safe for us to be out, so fucking be happy we're coming at all."
I snapped the phone shut and sighed again. What should I do…?
My eyes suddenly grew very heavy so I closed them again. Just a little nap won't hurt anyone… It'll just be a few minutes… I vaguely felt a vibration in my hand, but I ignored it. I could answer it after my little nap.
I was shaken awake by cold hands on my face. "Kyle! Wake up!" I heard. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I don't even think I fell asleep! What could have possibly been so goddamn important!
"What do you want, Kenny? I was trying to fucking sleep!" I spat out, giving him the meanest glare I could manage.
He gave me a sympathetic look but held out his phone. The screen said 16 new alerts. "I'm sorry, Kyle, but you're boyfriend won't leave me alone! He says you're ignoring him? You're not giving him the attention that a healthy relationship deserves; if you're not careful, he might break up with you!"
I rolled my eyes and shoved him away from me. "It's been like two minutes since I texted him last. Why would he bother you? …And he's not my boyfriend! So he can't break up with me."
He quirked an eyebrow at me. "No dude, you've been sleeping for like… almost three hours," he said, glancing at the time on his phone.
I shot up in my seat, fully awake. "What!" I exclaimed. How had I been asleep that long? I didn't even remember falling asleep at all! I scrambled for my own phone and looked at the screen. 6 new messages.
"You're the fucking pussy. Why couldn't you just fucking come up with us? Nooo, you had to go with your faggy little fucking friends."
"No response, huh? I didn't think you were that much of a fucking idiot to not come up with a reply, Smartass."
"Still no fucking reply? Did you get in a fucking crash? Are you okay?"
"Kenny says you didn't get in a crash, so what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"You're fucking ASLEEP? Weak, dude. Just fucking weak."
"You're a fucking bitch, you know that?"
I didn't even have the energy to reply to any of those, so I typed out something else.
"So how's your taco candle date with Clyde going?"
I waited almost a full three minutes for his response.
"Fuck you, you cocksucker. It's not fucking going well at all. He's not pretty to fucking look at and he doesn't put out on a first fucking date. He's a real fucking bummer."
Did… Craig Tucker just make a joke? He did! Well, let's have a run with this joke, shall we?
"I'm sorry to hear that, dude. I take it that means you do put out on a first date?"
Again, he took a few minutes to respond.
"Do you care?"
I bit into my lip and furrowed my eyebrows. It had been a trick! A dirty trick!
"No way! I was just rolling with the conversation. Why would I care what you do with girls on first dates? That's gay, dude."
The minutes ticked by as I waited for my phone to vibrate again. I was nervous. I didn't want to get trapped into saying something I didn't want to say. Finally, the text came.
"If you have to fucking know, I don't know what I'd do on a first date. …I've never had one."
That honestly shocked me. Really, truly shocked me. With such a cute face and such a sexy… I didn't want to go there. But it was hard to believe he'd never been with someone.
"…are you being serious? How is that even possible?"
I sent the text and immediately regretted it. What if he thought I was being rude? Or worse, what if he thought I was hitting on him?
"I don't date. No one's fucking interesting enough. And there's few things on this fucking planet that I'd willingly put my fucking dick into. Clyde is not one of them."
That was both heart wrenching and hilarious at the same time. He doesn't date…? That's sad. But the fact that he's so dead set against his supposed best friend is funny.
Feeling slightly brave for some unknown reason, I send the next text.
"What WOULD you put your dick into if you can resist the amazing sex appeal of Clyde Donovan!"
I waited in agonizing silence for his reply, but it never came. Then the car started to sputter. It slowed and stopped in the middle of the road. "Uhm… What happened?" I asked.
Stan looked super pissed off. "The engine just died," he ground out through clenched teeth. "My dad is going to murder me!"
I looked out the window to the mounds on snow on the ground. It was almost up to the window by that point. "I don't think he'll murder you if you tell him what happened," I offered.
"More importantly," Kenny said, "how far away is Token's place? Because it looks like we're going to have to walk through this shit storm."
Stan shuffled through his papers again. "Looks like we're about a mile away. But it's a straight shot from here; all the way down this road," he said, pointing in front of us.
"Are you fucking serious! No way!" Cartman shouted.
We all ignored him, piling out of the truck. "Suit yourself. Freeze out here you bastard," Stan muttered, slamming his door shut. Cartman, of course, scrambled out after us.
"You guuuuys! Wait for meeee!" he whined, jogging up to us as we walked away from him.
We walked as fast as our frozen bodies would allow. It was so fucking cold. None of us spoke for fear our tongues would freeze solid. When we finally reached Token's door, I nearly cried. We ran up to it and banged our fists into it. The door swung open and we fell into the warmth of the cabin. We all laid on the ground, panting heavily.
"Uhh…welcome," came Token's voice. "What happened to you guys?"
We shook our heads in a "don't even ask" manner. I looked up to see Token, Wendy, Jimmy, Butters, Bebe, Clyde, and Craig. I picked myself up off the ground and pulled Stan and Kenny with me. Cartman could do it himself because I hated him. He muttered something anti-semitic under his breath as he got up.
We brushed ourselves off and greeted the crowd. It was still dark, so it was hard to see anyone's facial expression.
Out of nowhere, Craig attacked me with a giant, tight man hug. "What the fuck took you so long? Do you know how long I've been listening to Clyde talk?" he asked. Man, it felt good to hear his voice instead of reading a text.
"Hey!" Clyde protested from somewhere behind Craig. Then muttered to himself as everyone slowly filtered out of the room.
Craig still didn't let me go, even as everyone left. He buried his face into my shoulder and it made me feel awkward. He held onto me tight, and I couldn't help but flush. His touch was so warm… I was glad it was dark so he couldn't see my face.
"I'm so happy you're here that I could kiss you," he said.
Of all the ever loving things he could have said… I sighed and looked to the ceiling for emotional support. Then I noticed…
I shifted uncomfortably. Should I point it out? What would he think if I did? What would he do if I did? To hell with it.
"Uhm… well… ehh…" I laughed nervously and shifted in his grip.
He brought his head up and gave me a suspicious look. "What?" he asked.
I gave another nervous laugh and hesitated before looking upward. He followed my gaze and then brought his eyes back to mine. He raised an eyebrow, but his face remained emotionless. Damn him for being so unreadable!
Then he did something that shattered my world. He made the butterflies in my stomach breed like fucking rabbits and my heart pound like a Native American drumming.
He kissed me.
And just like that it was over. It ended just as quickly as it had begun. And I was soooo happy!
My face was burning and my palms were sweating and I felt like running all the way back to the truck and then back to the cabin again, but he looked fine. He wasn't shaking or overheating. He was just Craig Tucker.
Craig Tucker took my hand and led me into the next room where the crowd was. Craig Tucker sat next to me on the couch. Craig Tucker spent his Christmas with me. I couldn't have had a better fucking Hanukkah.
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Another awesome story! I was laughing my ass off! Now, for our last, but CERTAINLY not least winner, the entry with the most Christmas spirit is Tidings of Comfort and Joy by SuperDupergir! Here's SDG's story!
Kenny~
"YOU WILL STAY HERE AND HELP CLEAN THIS MESS UP! YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! YOU WILL STAY HERE ALL NIGHT IF YOU HAVE TO! WHATEVER IT TAKES!"
Snow softly falls around me. It's too late, I'm too late, I'm a failure; The cold air is sharp against my bare face, but I don't notice. I'm to busy feeling sorry for myself. I press my nose up against the large picture window, a small fog building around it. Just inside the window, there are hundreds of Christmas lights, all different colors, blinking in all different patterns. If I weren't so distraught I'd enjoy watching them. They lined the window, the miniature Christmas tree and display, and the sill it sat on. An beautiful angel sat on the top of the tree, one with bright blue eyes and curly blonde locks, similar to mine; She smiled down at me. I sighed, looking inside. There was that new Mezco toy train every elementary boy in South Park wanted; It sounded silly, really; With all the cool new videos games and cell phones that came out, everyone wanted a little toy train. Yet, there was something about it, I wanted it, but, I wasn't going to get it; and there, there was the new Ben Ten© Rocket Launcher every middle school boy wanted, I knew Kevin wanted it, but he wasn't going to get it. Perched beside the tree, in a small rocker, was the new popular new Baby – Doll; She was a beautiful doll, resembling my own little sister, bright green eyes, straight brown hair with bangs cut off above the eyebrows. She was so beautiful, porcelain skin, a frilly purple dress. Every little girl in South Park wanted one, every little girl except for my sister. That doll could do everything, she could talk, sing, shit, piss; Everything little girls love, right? But no, My sister, she didn't want the realistic, Fifty dollar toy in the store window, no. She wanted the pretty, pink ragdoll princess in the back, On the 'reject' shelf. She had pink ribbon hair, with a plastic crown on top; Her black button eyes and sewn – on smile simply enthralled Karen. That little doll was only seven dollars, She wanted it,
But she wasn't going to get it.
I remember that day, December Fifth, when we walked into that store, and she pointed her out to me;
The bell atop the door rang as we walked in, Me, Stan, and Kyle; and of course my little sister, who I never left home alone with my father. The small toy store was transformed into a Christmas paradise; A small tree had sat in the window, I could see town residents, children and adults alike, staring in awe at the beautiful display. Garland wrapped around the shelves and counter, ornaments and lights had been strung from the ceiling. Simply beautiful;
"Dude! Look at this!" Kyle pointed out, we all admired the new train set, a Mezco product, of course; Based off of the real train that had just crashed in New York. It was amazingly realistic. I ran my gloved hand over the glossy black paint that covered the train. I fingered the realistic exhaust pipes, painted gold. It was as if I were looking at the real thing, I was completely hypnotized; Until I felt a tug on the back of my parka. I turned around.
"Lookit, Kenny!" Karen exclaimed, pointing to the supposed 'Reject' shelf, where all the old toys were set. I see old, recognizable items from awhile back; The old Chinpokomon cards and dolls, that old Tiger Woods golfing game, An old Cyborg Bill doll, and the little pink princess Karen was staring at. Her mouth was curved upward, the start of a smile. I could tell through her eyes that she had to have that toy.
"Can I help you kids with anything?" I heard a man say, I turned to see the cashier, I nodded.
"How much is the ragdoll?" I asked, the man picked her up, and checked the tag.
"$6.95" he answered. My heart sank. I had about four dollars, a month's allowance;
"Sorry Karen." I answered, "Maybe you'll get it for Christmas, Santa knows you've been a good girl." I smiled, and turned back to Stan and Kyle;
"Santa isn't real…" I heard her whisper, to herself.
This year, I was going to prove her wrong.
Yet, I didn't; I completely fucked up. It's MY fault. I waited so long; Not that I actually had a choice…Mom got paid on yesterday, the twenty – first, for washing dishes at Olive Garden – and I got Seventy Five more cents. My final allowance for December, I actually had enough, just enough, to buy the toy. I planned everything so perfectly, I planned to come here immediately after school; Get the toy, wrap it at home, and give it to her on Christmas day; Now, I'm too late. Today is Thursday, the twenty second, The store closed about a half an hour ago, at 9:30. It's closed for the Holiday weekend, it opens again on January third. I feel tears coming; I wanted to do something nice for Karen this year, I had too. Of course, I would've gotten here on time, if it weren't for that fucking selfish, sadistic, buttfucking, douchebag;
Cartman.
"Come on you guys! It'll be great!" Cartman exclaimed, as he laid out his master plan; Start a food fight at exactly 11:03, ten minutes after lunch starts. Apparently, he wanted to get back at the Janitor for getting him expelled. (Because Cartman thought it was such a brilliant idea to write his name in shit on the bathroom wall.)
"Dumbass, how exactly do you plan to not get caught?" Kyle asked.
"Caught? For?" He retorted.
"Starting it, stupid!" Kyle yelled back. Cartman laughed it off;
"We'll just have Kenny take the fall, right, poor – boy?" Cartman said, and laughed, "I'll give you ten bucks!" He taunted.
"No! We aren't doing it! We're going to get into trouble!" I yelled, Cartman laughed.
"Right, like YOU'VE ever cared about getting into trouble! You probably just don't want to cancel your butt-fucking plans with Butters, do you?" Cartman laughed. I blushed under my hood, but stood my ground; So what if Butters said he likes me? Besides, I wasn't going to let Cartman get my goat; I had to remain strong, I DID have plans, important plans, tonight.
"Maybe I don't!" I exclaimed, "At least someone WANTS to do me." I retorted, and smirked(even though it wasn't visible to the other guys.)
"Kenny's right, dude." Stan said, holding back a smile.
"Fine! You guys are pussies!" Cartman exclaimed, he stuck up his middle finger;
"FUCK YOU, POOR BOY, FUCK YOU, JEW, AND FUCK YOU, BESTIAL FUCKER!" he yelled, he stood up on the table, picked up his fish taco, and screamed;
"FOOD FIGHT!"
The snow had turned to rain fast, scratch that – hail. It was hard, and cold. I pulled my hood up, but couldn't bring myself to leave the store window. I pulled the strings on my parka closed tight, but I just kept staring at the doll. It was so close, but so far away. Images of other kids cheering and throwing their equally disgusting lunch cuisines at one another filled my head.
"Holy Shit!" Kyle screamed, "Cartman!" he yelled, but was silenced when Cartman pelted him with(What was supposed to be,) a pork chop.
"FUCKING JEW!" he screamed, and laughed, as tears were brought to Kyle's eyes.
"Hide!" Stan cried, as the three of us hid underneath an unused table. Stan tried to wipe the stains and meat off of Kyle's jacket, as he sobbed. I could hear other kids screaming, and unidentified food items hitting the other side of the table. Suddenly I heard the loud voice of Mr(s). Garrison.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!"
I heard screams and shouts coming from the others.
"WHO THE FUCK DID THIS!" (S)he screamed,
"Cartman!" I heard Craig cry, others chimed in with agreement.
"Get to your classes…" Mr(s). Garrison growled, the sounds of doors flying open and sneakers squeaking across the tile indicated it was time for us to come out of hiding.
We got up, and holy shit.
The cafeteria was a complete mess, Mashed potatoes were splattered across the 'Believe' mural, fish tacos were mashed into the wheels of our lunch tables, ice cream was melting all over the floor. It was a complete and utter disaster.
"YOU FOUR!" (S)he screamed, face flushed with anger.
Uh – oh.
"AFTER SCHOOL. HERE." (S)he continued, louder this time.
Oh no.
"YOU WILL STAY HERE AND HELP CLEAN THIS MESS UP! YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! YOU WILL STAY HERE ALL NIGHT IF YOU HAVE TO! WHATEVER IT TAKES!"
And so we did; I mean, we had no choice. For hours we scrubbed, washed, and rinsed practically every surface in the cafeteria. The three of us, I mean, Cartman ran(if you call his fat – waddle running) home, as fast as he could. We, the only three who didn't participate in making the mess, had to pay for the mistakes of others. Stan paid with his father's checkbook, having to repaint the wall in the cafeteria, Kyle paid with his mother's anger towards him, in having to replace three cafeteria tables, and I? I had to pay with the tears of my five year old sister; and myself, of course.
Yes, I did, I started to cry. No, I started to sob. Images of Christmases past flashed through my mind, Sometimes, no tree, sometimes, no gifts, sometimes? No dinner. I could hear my sister crying in the back of my mind. I looked up at the tree again; the Angel was still smiling at me. How can she smile? There's nothing to smile about. Nothing at all! I could feel my knees start to shake; They gave out. I fell the the ground, crying into my gloves. The hail turned back into snow; Heavy snow, it fell onto me. I wish It would just bury me. Can I just die here? That would sure help. Inhuman noises came from me as I sobbed; I sounded like a dying giraffe. I sounded like death itself.
I stopped crying, I couldn't anymore. I sat in silence, for only about two minutes, before….
"Hey kid, are you alright?" I spun around, to see a tall blonde man, I recognized him, from where, I did not know…until I realized..
"You're the guy that works here." I said, more of a statement than a question. He smiled, and let out a chuckle;
"Yeah, I forgot the key to my apartment inside. I'm lucky I have the store key." He laughed again. "Hey, kid, what's wrong?" he asked. The tears started to flow again, so I simply pointed to the window, where the lights were still going.
"Do you need to buy a toy? Is that why you're so distraught?" he approached me, and lifted me off of the ground, into a hug. "It's okay, little boy, I can stay open a few more minutes, I suppose." He said, and opened the door. We walked inside, and I dashed past him, to the back. I grabbed the princess doll off of the shelf, and hugged it. The feeling when I grabbed it, when I held it, when I ran my fingers through her hair; Was the feeling of pure happiness.
"Is that what you want?" he asked, I nodded, and pulled my $6.95 out of my back pocket, all in dimes and pennies, of course. He rung it up, $7.03 flashed on the register screen. My face fell.
"Wha~?" I asked, looking down at what little money I had, he shook his head.
"Tax. I'll just take that off of there.." he trailed off, placing eight cents into the register from his own pocket. He smiled, and put the doll into a plastic bag.
"Hey kid, you need a ride home?" he asked, as he grabbed the key from the shelf behind the register. I shook my head and held up the bag;
"This is all I'll need for tonight." I said, smiling. We walked out the door, and went out separate ways. He got into his car, and waved, as he sped off.
I, however, stayed behind. I took a final glance at the display; Once again looking at the angel, but this time? Her eyes, seemed real, her smile, seemed warmer.
I guess she really is an Angel;
Maybe, a Guardian Angel.
Hell, everybody needs one.
Even me.
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And another awesome story! Doesn't it just make you want to cry?
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And that wraps up our Chritmas contest! Thanks to everyone who entered! If you want to debate on who should've won, now would be the time to fill up the reviews with your opinions. I'm probably going to have a Valentine's contest as well, depending on how much schoolwork I get. Thank you!
Merry Holidays and Happy Christmas,
~From SouthParkFan8