Hey! Thank you for reading this far! I wrote this as pretty much a filler chapter. Not much action. Though I warn that Nat probably cusses the most out of the three girls. Though her personality is portrayed a bit in this. Hm I'm leaning towards Stendy in this. Ohh and a new character is in introduced! Well on with the fic
Disclaimer: I did not commit said acts, while with said person in that laundry basket!
Chapter 3: Nat
I open my eyes to see my new pair of shoes on my night stand, I put them there so I would wake up in a fantastic mood. For some reason they didn't do the trick and I'm already pissed off at the world. I shuffle my hand around the night stand, my face stuffed into a pillow, feeling around for my clock, when my hand touches it goes off. Just my luck. I make a angry noise as I sit up in bed, tired and angry I woke up early on a Saturday. I ruffle my hair slightly, knowing damn well it is as messy as shit.
My name is Natalie Voss, a.k.a Nat, and I feel like shit.
I quietly get dressed, looking in the mirror to examine myself. Nothing is out of the norm. I am wearing a long sleeved shirt it a cute button on shirt over it. Yeah I know summer is coming but damn! It is also cold is fucking South Park. My jeans have a few holes in them, ones I made myself. Only because ripped jeans are way more expensive then ones I can just buy form Wally world and then make them look cool later. I am wearing eyeliner, dark but not like gothrings around my eyes.
I hate being called emo. I don't even wear that much black! Emo means emotional, I think, so that means every girl on the fucking planet is emo! I just can't stand it. My style is more music freak, in my opinion. In the end I'm pretty normal, andmy hair is always messy, I don't mess with it because all I am doing is walking. I check the time, it's 10:30.
I quietly slip on some old shoes, not wanting to ruin the cute high tops I just bought, andhead out my window, since it's easier this way. Why? Because of my grand parents. I sigh thinking about them and slowly make my way down. I kind of wish it was still yesterday. I mean I was having so much fun with Wendy and Bebe, but when I got home I entered the normal lonely house. I can't stand looking at my grandparents, lately, they both have been bringing up my parents more andmore that I just can't stand it.
I know they are going to follow them soon! They don't have to remind me every second. I briefly look at my House before I start walking, glad to get some fresh air. I usually find myself going to Bebe's or Wendy's on walks like these but today I just feel like waking. Because, knowing Bebe is she is still sleep and Wendy might want me to help her do something disgusting. Like clean out a horse stable. I know you all are giving me weird looks right about now, but I swear she has made me do that before!
I never liked horses and never will after that fiasco. Any who I look up and I'm in that new section of town where that house was built. OK, I swear houses are never built in South Park, it's just not done often. Wendy told me the last new house was built the year before I moved in with my grandparents. That was back in the 6th grade so about five years have passed since a house was built. Half a fucking decade... That's just crazy. So I decide to see if anyone my age moved in, knowing South Park there will be. As if some kindof holy being was watching sure enough this girl with blonde hair steps out. Well... she's cute, I guess. She notices me right away and comes running.
She has these wide eyes and this pink blush on her face. I hope I won't have to tell her I don't roll like that."Hi! Oh! I just moved here!" She speaks in this annoying ass monotone, but I guess it can't be helped. She could of had a really preppy voice, so I let it slide. She sounds a little like Bebe but deeper. I figure that flush most mean she's not used to the cold.
"Anyways... It's all so new," her voice isn't as annoying, witch it good because I could only handle so much of that. Maybe she does it when nervous. I nod my head, I've been there.
I decide that maybe I should voice that thought. " Yeah.... I moved here a while back... But I know what it is like. Have you been to good old South Park U.S.A before or is this your first time riding the ride," I try not to say it too sarcastically, Bebe and Wendy are always telling me I have a habit of sounding meaner then I mean too. And something about how it offends some people, to my luck the girl just laughs.
"Haha! Nah, I've been here before. My name Kelly and you?" Kelly. Why the fuck does that sound so familiar. Though, I can reassure I've never met her before... I think. Almost positive I haven't met her, since her voice is pretty distinct. But something is ringing a bell... I'm just not sure what!
"Oh.. the name is Nat," I don't give my real name, Natalie, because that would be stupid and a waste of my time. I hate when people call my Natalie it's like salting the wound. She looks at me a bit confused, like she hadn't heard me.
I about face palm when she starts to talk again. "Did you say your name was Cat?" I look at her with this: What in the world are you smoking and where can I get some? look. I sigh and decide to repeat my name.
" My name is Nat," I say, without mumbling. This time she gets it and nods, smiling a bit. Then she starts telling me how she hates when people mumble cause then she can't understand, I kind of stop listening due to the fact that I really want to know why I think I know her form somewhere. I sigh and decide that it'll come to me sooner or later.
"So, Nat, uh.. I have to unpack maybe I'll see you around school? What grade are you in?" She asks me this and she starts to walk away, she's a blunt one that's for sure. I start to take my leave too yelling back," I'M IN TENTH!" In response she yells to me that she's in the same grade.
I'll have to introduce her to Bebe and Wendy at school on Monday, and maybe they too get that weird sense of: I THINK I KNOW THIS PERSON feeling too. Well, no matter. I start walking towards Bebe's because she should be up by now, kind of sad that now I'm way far away form both my friend's house. I suck it up though, because I really do not want to be alone.
I walk slowly, and bored, because I'm not in the mood for running. I just an so drained, and I have no clue why. I mean that girl distracted me a bit but my mind is on some short of like I can afford drugs. I'm addicted to music and when you buy too much music and manga you can't afford anything else.
Fucking of course I walk into someone. My first thing to say is," Watch where the fuck you are going! God Dammit! " I know.... totally rude. But I'm kind of just out of it today so I don't really care. Tomorrow I might care. But not today.
" Your mouth is starting to be like Cartman's. You don't want to be like that Fat ass do you?" I look up too see that I just cussed Kyle out. Well... that was a smooth move. I curse under my breath before I glare at him, my eye twitching ever so slightly. Only because I'm not in the mood.
" Piss off, Kyle. Don't compare me to him! Dammit.... do you by chance have the time?" I say, in a civil matter, not really caring about the time, but you can always use that as a small talk starter or a way to distract the person form realizing you cussed them out just a few moments earlier. Though, Kyle gives me this: What the fuck is your problem look before giving me the time. 2 hours have passed and it's now 1:30. I've been walking for longer then I thought. I thank him curtly before I continue on my way.
"What the fuck is your problem, Natalie!?" WHO CALLED THAT! WHO!? I begin to think on whether I should answer him or not. Of course I can't let my big mouth stay closed.
" Period," I say as I leave him, blushing a bit. Cute little jewish boys, I can't help but tease them. Though, I can't say me and Kyle are close friends. I mean yeah we know the basics on each other but that is about it. I continue on my merry way, no particularly interesting thoughts gracing me with their presence as I make way to Bebe's. It's a pretty long walk away so by the time I get there I probably look like a mess, and her mom will probably give me a dirty look.
She doesn't like me. It's because my grades aren't great, I have no parents, and the way I do my look. At least I'm not Goth... I'd have to kill myself if I got that far... well or at least kill someone else. And I'm not blonde... Bebe's mom finds every little detail about me and somehow twists it. Luckily, Bebe still loves me even if her mom thinks I'm Damien's sister. I knocked on the door, and to my complete and utter joy Bebe answered it, though she looks tired.
"Nat.... What are you doing here.... Do you not realize how early it it?" She says it in this: There better be a damn good reason for this shit tone andI feel my self slinking into the back ground. I rub the back of my head nervously before answering with the truth.
" It's almost two!"
"... On a Saturday! So what are you doing here?"
"I got lonely... and I can't stand my house these days..." So it wasn't the whole truth. I left out that part of death and how everyone I know is going to leave me behind. Does that fit into loneliness? It does now. Bebe sighs before opening her door more letting me in. I smile as I come in, leaving my shoes out doors. Only because I'm so used to doing it at my house I forget others don't really give a shit.
I come into Bebe's house, and you can tell right away only females live in it. I finger my locket as I take on uneasy step. " Don't worry, mom's not home. And I'm calling Wendy now!" I smile at Bebe, as she reassures me of my unspoken woes, she really can read my like a book. I brush myself off as I sit on her couch, kind of absent mindedly. Bebe returns from the call and sits down next to me. I look at her, trying to fake a smile. I'm good at that for the most part.
Her glare bores into me. " Stop giving me that weird ass smile!" I about drop off the floor. Maybe I'm not as good at it as I thought? I recover giving her this sad look. I repeat the sentence that I am lonely.... only to receive an angry looking Bebe with a clenching jaw in return.
" Nat..." I know she is pissed, I can tell by the look that is dancing on her face. It's get silent as I try to think of something to say.
" Uh...are you mad at me?" I say this in a small voice, the kind of voice I, for one, used too much a a nine year old kid. Back when Mom was sick. For the first year after the car accident. That little voice we all have deep within our childhood. The voice you use when you feel that small and I look at Bebe, trying not to look too pitiful.
Bebe rubs her temples and I am forced to make an: Oh shit face but this face must of made Bebe laugh because she chuckles. " You know you wear your emotions on your face right? Anyways.... no I'm not mad. Just annoyed because my mom woke me up early to tell me she was going shopping.... That would depress you too!"
" Uh... Can't say it would, Blondie."
"Shut the hell up, Emo, before I kick you out of my house!"
" That was mean..."
" It was meant to be mean,"Bebe says with an icy tone. I don't look at her, trying not to be mad because I know she's just irritable because of her mother. The mood gets awkard as I swallow a thin gasp of breath and at this moment Wendy comes into the house, not even bothering to knock. I thank whoever is watching me up there and look at them both, trying to fake a smile.
"BEBE! She is doing that thing she does when she's upset! She's doing that thing where she smiles all fake like!" Wendy cried out as she plops down on the couch, looking at me with a hint of pity. Fuck. The one thing I don't need right now is fucking pity. I need friends who love me with out the pity?
Am I asking for too much? Should I make a return? CANCEL ALL MY ORDERS? Dammit.... I'm fucking insane. "Guys... I have reason to believe that I am insane. Not a good insane as in lonely insane... Insane in that total... I think everyone is going to leave me way," I say in a faltering tone, I know this is not a big deal. I know... But something in my heart is screaming. And I want to get rid of it because I hate feeling like a sappy girl who watches way too many dumb sitcoms.
Both of them put their arms around me. " You're not insane!" Bebe tells me as she hugs me and I come clean about today. She must be in a better mood.
"Am so! I told Kyle to fuck off and that I was on period... I wonder if he is still standing in that same spot..." I say as I start to tear up, I can hear Wendy laughing beside me. Bebe starts to laugh as well and we are all put into a fit of giggles.
"NAT!" Bebe says in between laughing. " I cannot believe you told him that!" I shrug. I was pretty pissed of this morning. but already I am feeling a lot better hanging out with both of them. That's when Wendy tells us both to be quiet for a second.
"OK! Before I got here I asked my mom and dad if you guys could come over and they said yes! Well they said I could have company and that translated into: Bebe and Nat can come over!" I smile because Wendy's parents don't mind me much, and are pretty nice.
Oh and it'll be nice to get out of the house.
I look over to Wendy. " Hey, Wendy, can I borrow your cell so I can call my grandparents?" I say in a pretty lax tone. Wendy tosses me her phone as Bebe goes upstairs to get some stuff. I dial my phone number and put it too my ear.
"Hello?" my female guardians voice is cold and ice even through the phone. I swallow before answering.
"It's Natalie, Mam. May I spend the night at Wendy's?" I always have to say things in a polite tone when dealing with her, she's gets super angry if I say it in a disrespectful way. The only thing she is lax about is grades. I don't understand her at all.
"Be home at a reasonable time," and the phone goes dead.
I sigh softly as I toss the phone to Wendy. She gives me this understanding look that I shrug off. " Well at least I can go!" I say happily, and she smiles as well. That's when Bebe returns form upstairs, with this huge bag.
" What the hell, Be!" I say as I look at her huge bag.
"What's in there?" Wendy asks, as she stairs at the bag. Bebe gives us both this evil look and I look at her confused, and concerned. Because the look on her face is darn right scary.
"You'll see..." And with that we all leave, Bebe locking up her house a note saying where she is and the adventure to my home starts. We're only going so I can pick up some stuff and well... I think both me and Wendy really want to hear what the fuck is in the bag.
"Guys! Chill!" Bebe says as we make it to my house, Wendy and I badgering her the whole time about what was in the bag. Also some part of the conversation was all three of us complaining about not having cars. Bebe promised she would tell us after I got all the stuff I needed for the next day. I rush in and out of the house, exchanging little words with my family.
"Spill!" Both Wendy and I tell Bebe who smiles smugly, this must be an good idea.
" We are going to egg and TP someone's house guys!!" Was all Bebe said. All I know is that tonight is about to get much more interesting.
Ha... That was a fun chapter to write. Originally they were going to egg/ TP Cartman's house but I'm not so sure now. reviews will be loved!