"Here Comes The Rain."
South Park multi-pairing FanFiction by ToniTheTerror / dark--romance.
Title: Here Comes The Rain: Chapter Two - Knowing Sibling.
Author: Toni (ToniTheTerror / dark--romance)
Beta: None. Lilzyy's on holiday D:
Fandom: South Park
Pairing(s): LizzyxBebe, KylexCraig, KennyxKyle, KennyxCraig, KylexStan.
Warnings: Prostitution, Sex, Vulgar language and actions, Swearing, Yaoi/Gay/BoyxBoy, Lesbian/Yuri/GirlxGirl, scary cafeteria food, labeling.
AN: UH. YEAH. Hate this chapter. Cryyyyle. Have some of that. -kicks the pairing- Uh, yeah 8D So, I hate this chapter because all the way through I want to kick Kenny up the behind. Really bad. And don't get confused by the blonde - female and blond - male thing. That confuses me too. Uh. My Beta is on holiday, in France, lucky so-and-so. Which means this chapter is more than likely riddled with typos. Read? Don't have to review, but drop me a loving message and I'll love you back 3 x
- Chapter Two ; Knowing Sibling -
The cafeteria of South Park High wasn't exactly huge. Tables stood in straight rows, a few chairs tucked haphazardly beneath each top. Now, at the height of dinner time, the tables were packed with students all chatting, laughing and eating. They seemed to have all grouped themselves into gatherings of certain labels to a table.
At the back of the hall a group of dark haired teens, clad in black and their eyes smoky, had claimed the furthest three tables, pushed them together and grouped around them. The 'Goth Kids'. This breed preferred to keep themselves as far away from others as was remotely possible. They mulled in their own emotions till it sent them quietly insane. In front of these, another group poured over a text-book in the centre of a long table. Almost all of these students wore thick-rimmed glasses, braces and pockmarked faces. They spoke with lisps, and all squawked about a new edition of some Sci-Fi show being published. The 'Geek Kids', obviously. Before these, were the 'Normal Kids'. The ones who sat here were the likes of Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, and Stan Marsh. Each kid looked like a normal, healthy 18-19 year old. However the 'Normal Kids' were still split up. The group banished Philip Pirrup from its ranks, to leave him to sit with the likes of Damien Thorne, Butters Stotch and Tweek Tweak - The 'Weird Kids'. Some students from the 'Normal' table flitted, now and again, to the one in front of it - The 'Popular Kids' Table. Here sat Bebe Stevens, the beauty of the school, her best friend, Wendy Testaburger and others such as Clyde Donovan, Token Black, and sometimes Craig Tucker.
All seemed to be in perfect category. Except for one single table, off-set from the others, between the 'Popular' table and the 'Normal'. It had only enough chairs to sit two and one chair was filled. This, of course, was the 'Poor Kids' table, and the poor kid sat at the table was obviously, Lizzy McCormick. It was a strange system. Lizzy would have been considered a normal kid, since she had nothing mentally wrong, and she definitely wasn't unattractive. She could have even been eligible to sit at the popular table. Everyone in the school knew her, she was considered very beautiful. It was just the small matter of her being a McCormick, and therefore, very poor.
Poking at her scrounged meal of a lumpy meatloaf, Lizzy sighed and fluttered her cyan eyes upward to gaze at the 'Popular' Table that faced her. She looked up just in time to see Craig Tucker leading a bewildered looking Kyle Broflovski to the table. Craig sat down, and then patted his own lap, instructing Kyle silently to sit, which Kyle did obediently with a red face. Lizzy's eyes couldn't help but roll as she viewed this. She shovelled a fork full of the sloppy excuse for a meal into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
Soon enough, the doors to the cafeteria opened and an orange figure, stained with a little red, sauntered inside. People noticed his appearance before he had even made his presence known. He waved to the few that called him and made his way over to the secluded table holding Lizzy. His hands pressed over the large eyes of the girl and he grinned.
"Guess who?" he asked, purposely making his voice a few octaves higher in hopes of fooling Lizzy.
"Kenny," she said almost instantly. "Now get off me." she knocked his hands away and continued her work in eating the mess of meatloaf before her. Kenny sighed and moved over to the opposite side of the table, sitting to face her with his back to the popular table.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked, still grinning widely.
"Your fan club yelling your name was a little bit of a hint," she said nodding backward at one of those that had called Kenny's name.
"Oh yeah..." Kenny said with the faintest trace of a smile. Lizzy's eyes rolled again and she chewed on the meatloaf, shuddering from the texture a little. Kenny looked at her curiously, and then down at the meal she was currently half way through.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, looking at it as if it were some sort of Martian.
"Meatloaf, dumbass," Lizzy replied quickly. "Or it's supposed to be."
"Looks like vomit." Kenny said, wrinkling his nose.
"..Thanks, Kenny." Lizzy said, looking equally disgusted with Kenny's comment. Kenny stared at the food for a while, before sighing and taking the fork from Lizzy without words. He packed some of the slop onto the fork and slipped it into his mouth.
"How much did you pay for that?" he asked, grimacing and swallowing thickly.
"Three dollars," Lizzy replied, snatching the fork back and lumping another forkful down her throat.
"Three fucking dollars?!" Kenny repeated incredulously. "That's a bit expensive... They're not going to get many customers with prices like that."
"Well, I don't know," Lizzy said, licking sauce off her fork and looking cheekily at her brother. "You're pretty expensive, but you still get customers." she giggled.
"They aren't customers," Kenny said matter-of-factly. "They're clients."
"Sure they are." Lizzy snickered and concentrated again on her meal.
"They are! Besides, I don't make fun of your evening entertainment, so don't do it to mine." Kenny said, knocking his hood down from his blond head and shaking off his hair.
"Our 'evening entertainment' is exactly the same thing. Except for me, it's definitely not entertaining. But it gives me money to pay for shit like this, so how can I complain..." Lizzy grumbled to her meatloaf.
By the time she had finished, her stomach was feeling pleasantly filled. She couldn't ever remember feeling full, but this was fine. She wasn't starving anymore, and it wasn't unbearable. She looked up to the 'Popular' table again to see Kyle and Craig in her plain view. Kyle had switched positions and was now knelt on Craig's lap; his knees either side, straddling the raven haired boy's thighs. The red head's arms were wound around Craig's neck, Craig's hands were bracing either side of Kyle's waist, and their lips were pressed firmly together. The boys continued to lap at each other, their chests pressed close, and Lizzy watched. Her hand supported her head just under her chin, and her eyes lidded just a little. She looked very... bored. Obviously her brother noticed this and cocked a single pale eyebrow upward at her expression.
"What?" he asked, questioning her look and turning to follow the trail of her Cyan eyes. Immediately the blond boy frowned and turned back to face his sister.
"God. Can't leave it to a room where people don't have to look at them, can they?" he grumbled, glaring straight at the plate before Lizzy's hands.
"What's got your parka in a twist?" Lizzy asked, a hint of laughter in her voice as she also raised a light eyebrow. "You can talk. When you and Butters were dating, your hands never left the back of his jeans."
"Well. That's just how I am," Kenny said defensively, frowning deeply.
"And that's how Kyle and Craig are. So leave them alone." Lizzy said.
"Hm. Well, I never liked Craig." Kenny sniffed, leaning lazily back in his seat.
"What are you talking about? He's your best friend. You're only saying that because he's with Kyle." Lizzy said knowingly, standing to take her plate to the wash.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kenny questioned, quite outraged by Lizzy's comment.
Lizzy ignored him, taking her plate to the wash, cleaning it, piling it atop the large stack of others, and plopped back down in her seat within moments.
"You need to stop being so jealous, and catch someone already," she said quietly, tucking her looped blonde hair properly behind her ear. Kenny made a non-committal noise and poked his finger through a hole in his parka, absently.
"I don't need anyone," he said lowly. "What about you? I don't see you chasing anyone."
"There's no-one to chase," Lizzy said simply, "All the boys are complete assholes."
"What about the girls?" Kenny asked with a grin, suddenly forgetting the hole in his parka, and switching his gaze to stare at his sister. Lizzy frowned at him, staring straight into his eyes, trying to figure out what he meant silently.
"What do you mean?" she asked, admitting defeat to her previous tactic.
"Well... I do see you on the bus. And you can't take your eyes of one person in particular. Also, when you're in assembly. The cheerleaders perform, and there's just one cheerleader you look at..." Kenny said slowly, putting his hands under his chin and smiling knowingly. Lizzy narrowed her eyes.
'He's doing it again,' Lizzy thought angrily. 'He's acting like he knows better than me about my own emotions! God, I hate it when he does that.'
"Oh yeah? Well who's that then?" Lizzy growled. Kenny smiled wider and sighed.
"She's sat right behind me," he said simply, tilting his head to one side to allow Lizzy to see who he was referring to.
A blonde head, overtaken by golden curls spun tight together. The girl's hair glinted and shone in the sunlight peeking through the windows as she tossed her hair around, talking loudly and laughing. One of her perfectly manicured hands wound into her blonde ringlets and lifted them, flicking the curls backwards so that they bounced around her face.
"Bebe?!" Lizzy questioned in a hushed whisper, realising what a good eye Kenny had. She had found herself staring at the back of Bebe's head on countless occasions, and staring at her pretty face when she was talking. "What are you playing at by saying that, Kenny?!"
"I'm playing at the Cupid game," Kenny said with a light chuckle. "You totally crush on her. You're as obvious as Stan was with Wendy."
"Sure, apart from the fact that I don't throw up over Bebe every time she calls me a whore." Lizzy said, curling her own straight blonde hair back behind her ears once more.
"So you do like her then?" Kenny asked cheekily.
"..What..." Lizzy began, confused. Yes, she had indeed just said 'Sure' when Kenny said she was obvious. Did that prove it? "Kenny, honestly. There is no way-"
"-How do you know unless you try?" Kenny interrupted. Lizzy paused, looking from her brother, to Bebe and back again, as though hoping someone would tell her what to do. When no advice came, she decided she would have to cope with this alone.
"Because it's Bebe Stevens," Lizzy said, her voice quieter as not to attract attention. "She's the most popular girl in school, she's wrapped up in being beautiful and she's rich. You should know how hard she is to handle - you dated her for God knows how long."
"It was a year." Kenny said with a wrinkled nose and a look of disgust. In which I didn't have much fun, but maybe she's different with girls. I would have thought her perfect match would be someone who knows what a pedicure is..." he said with a shrug of his orange shoulders. Lizzy laughed, and then glanced upward to the back of Bebe's head again.
There was a silence, in which Lizzy simply looked at Bebe's head, thinking. Kenny looked at his sister with almost sympathetic eyes and finally sighed and broke the silence.
"Look, Liz. You never know until you try. Like I said. She talks to you now and again. Granted she's got a short attention span, but you can worm past that. You're interesting. If you talk to her, just... get to know her." Kenny said. Lizzy sighed and reached for her stringy messenger bag under the table.
"I already know her, Kenny," Lizzy said as she slung the bag over her shoulders and hooked her Parka zip up. "And she doesn't go for people like me."
With that, Lizzy pushed open the cafeteria doors and walked out into the sunshine. However, almost a second after she set foot on the ground, the sky turned dark and the heavens opened, sending rain down onto South Park. Lizzy sighed angrily and tossed her hood up.
"Great. All I need." she grumbled, throwing the hood of her pink parka upwards and hurrying to the school building.