Wendy thought for a moment before smiling.
"I have just the idea," She stood up. "Let's go to Stan's house to devise a plan; he knows him best. Then, after, I'll text the girls in for a meeting."
I stood up, "Okay, let me put the tea away first."
I took the kettle and mugs into the kitchen, with the help of Wendy, and then we headed out to Stan's.
I knocked on the door once we arrived; after a few seconds, I was greeted by his mom who told us that Stan was at Kyle's house and we left.
"Well, what now?" I asked Wendy as we wandered the streets.
"Um…. Let's go over Kyle's house and hang out with them and I'll see if I can get Stan alone to talk to him," She said.
"So, I have to distract Kyle?" I asked, nervous.
"Essentially," She beamed. "But you like him so it shouldn't be too hard."
I sighed and we went with her plan; Kyle's dad let us in and we went upstairs to Kyle's room. Upon knocking, Kyle asked, "What's up, mom?"
"Kahyl, can you take out the trash?" I tried my best impression of his mother; it was horrendously hilarious.
Wendy looked at me, unable to contain the hilarity. We both laughed; they could tell it was us and Stan opened the door to let us in.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked.
"Your mom said you weren't home," Wendy said. "And I need to talk to you."
"Why'd you drag her along then?" Stan asked.
"Because… I saw her walking around and we were going to hang out after," She said.
"Oh… kay…" Stan said. "So, what's up?"
Wendy sighed, "In private, Stanley."
Stan looked at Kyle and said, "Be right back." Before walking into the hall, door closed, with Wendy.
I was left alone with Kyle. It felt awkward knowing what would eventually occur.
"Why weren't you at school today?" Kyle asked. "It wasn't because of Kenny, right?"
I shook my head, "No, I just didn't sleep last night, so I figured I'd be useless going anyways and I didn't want to deal with the Goth kids' drama."
"Goth kids' drama?"
"Yeah, they're split right now because Michael and Firkle are pissed at Henrietta and Pete for being conformists," I sighed. "It's really frustrating and hard to explain. They're like my one stable friend group, since it seems like the boys keep fluctuating on whether they want to be my friend or not."
"That sucks ass," He said.
"Yeah, well life could get worse," I shrugged. "I've been nervous about my dad because I heard him muttering about how work sucks, but that's beside the point. How was your day?"
"You don't really want to know," He said.
"Really, what?" I asked.
"Well, Cartman harassed me all day because Hanukkah is starting soon," He began. "And Kenny's pissed because he found out that you came over my house because Butters saw you. And, Clyde's been weird lately, so he kind of ignored everyone except Craig today. Oh, and Jimmy was acting kind of weird, but I guess that's normal for him, I don't know."
I didn't know what to say so I gave him a sympathetic look. Before either of us could say anything else, Stan burst through the door with Wendy behind him.
"You okay, Stan?" Kyle asked, startled at the sudden reappearance.
"We have to go over Cartman's house," He said, kind of pissed. Did this have to do with their conversation? "Something happened; call Kenny. I'll meet you there."
He left. I looked at Wendy for guidance and she shook her head; so I assumed it didn't have to do with their conversation.
"Well, we've got to get going," Wendy said. I stood up. "See you, Kyle."
He waved goodbye and we were on our way.
"What the hell happened?" I asked. "Is it serious?"
"Probably not; Eric likes to scare them when he doesn't get the attention he craves"
I kind of felt bad for him, though I would never admit it; I knew he was rude but I didn't know too much about him. I wished I had the chance to get to know him better, but I probably never would. I assumed it was for the better. Wendy took me to Bebe's house and we went to her room where a small tea party was set up.
"Okay, girls," Bebe said. "Time to start the meeting."
In the room sat Heidi, Nichole, Red, and a few others. Wendy and I took seats around the tea table and were handed cups; we poured our tea and the meeting commenced.
"I'm not sure if this will sparkle will all the girls," Wendy began, sipping her tea. "But, we're here today to get Emma a boyfriend."
I blushed; I didn't know if I was ready for this. There was no turning back now though, especially after all the work Wendy has put into this. I had to at least try it; I was just scared that if Kyle did like me, that I'd eventually break his heart and lose his friendship.
"Ooh, who?" Heidi asked.
"Yeah, tell us," Bebe requested.
My blush deepened and I put my head down, wishing I could hide in my hoodie that I wasn't wearing today.
"Kyle," Wendy said.
"What?" Bebe gasped.
"But he's Jewish," Red exclaimed.
"Yeah, have you seen his hair?" Nichole practically shrieked.
"Guys, be nice," Heidi said. "We all have our types."
"Says the girl who likes Eric freaking Cartman," Red spat.
"I thought she liked the emo kid," Bebe said. "So, at least it's not as bad."
"He's not emo," I muttered, but nobody heard me. I sighed and drifted into my own universe as Wendy talked with the girls.
"So, Emma," Wendy said, snapping me out of my daze. "Are you cool with the plan?"
I hadn't heard the plan, but I just nodded my head. I was growing tired; it was a long day without sleep and caffeine only got me so far. I looked at my watch; it was only six, so dad was probably getting home soon if he wasn't already.
"I have to go home," I said, standing up. "But, I'll see you guys tomorrow, alright?"
"Girls," Bebe corrected.
"Sorry," I said and left.
On my walk home, I accidently ran into Kyle, Stan, and Kenny who were leaving Eric's house. I wanted to avoid them, but knew that I would look like an asshole, so I waved.
"Hey, Emma," Stan said, giving me a weird look. I wondered what Wendy had said to him. The others said hello after, but Kenny was clearly trying to avoid my gaze.
"So, is Eric okay?" I asked.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah, fat ass just pranked us. He got his mom to call Stan too, which is why we actually believed it this time."
"Mmmph," Kenny muttered, but I assumed it was directed towards Eric and not me.
"Anyways, we're sleeping over Kyle's tonight, so if you want to join us later, you can," Stan said.
"Um, I don't know if I can," I shrugged. "I'll see you guys later."
I walked home. Dad was, as assumed, passed out on the sofa; he'd been doing this for the past few days, since he told me he was miserable at work. I worried for him. I walked upstairs, tucked Van into bed for the night and stayed awake. I waited to see if the Mysterion character would arrive – less out of fear and more curiosity. He knew Kenny. I wanted to know more about him. He never showed up and if he did, I was asleep by the time he did. However, around three in the morning, I was awoken by a banging on my window.
"What the fuck," I muttered. I drew the curtain open, "Mysterion?"
It was dark so I couldn't tell and I opened my window. It looked like a kid in a bug costume.
"I am Mosquito," He buzzed. "Mysterion cannot keep you safe if he is avoiding you. Beware, human, for I, Mosquito, will make your life a living hell."
"Dad!" I screamed.
By the time my dad came into my room, the bug boy was gone and I apologized for frightening him. I didn't sleep for the rest of the night. I felt like my nightmares were only beginning in the small mountain town.
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Hey, dudes and chicks! Let me know what you think with a review? Have any requests? Have someone else in mind for Emma? I might... Lemme know :) thanks for reading and I'll see y'all tomorrow afternoon/evening for another post.
