Yo! Its the first day of school 4 me 2day :(. We hav 2 hav it on august 31. So gay. Lik y not september 1st? Well watevs.

But still! Another update cuz thts just how generous i am!

Btw it took me FOREVER 2 come up wit a flashback 4 dis chappie.

Also, cuz this is drivin me crazy, 2 all fanfiction writers, its spelled LIAR not LIER.

Well, on tht note...

He took me out for dinner on a Friday night.

He really got me workin' up an appetite.

He had tattoos up and down his arm,

There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm...

"Daddy?" An eight- year- old Christy Morejon asked her father as she opened the door to his bedroom.

"What is it, Christy?" Mr. Morejon asked sleepily, sitting up in his bed.

"I had a bad dream." Christy whimpered, looking close to tears.

"What happened?" He asked gently. Christy sat down next to him.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Christy said right as she started crying.

"That's okay." Mr. Morejon said as he hugged his daughter. "Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it? You'll feel better if you do, I promise."

"Well, okay." Christy said, sniffling. "I dreamed that you and mommy both died."

"Oh, honey," Christy's dad started as he hugged his daughter tightly. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere."

Christy's P.O.V.

Make your own kind of music,

Even if no one else sings along...

I sighed. Usually if I can't fall asleep, I count to 1,000. When that fails, I think of all of the songs that I've memorized and sing them in my head, sort of like a lullaby thing. Well, that just failed too.

Wow, it seemed like it was really warm in my room, even though this is South Park. Maybe I should go for a walk.

I decided on that, and made my way downstairs to the front door. Yeah I know, fifteen- year- old girls shouldn't be walking alone late at night, but this was South Park. Nothing dangerous ever happened here. Sure, the town would be invaded by anal- probing aliens and Mega Streisand but when was the last time you ever heard of a girl getting kidnapped? Never. Well, at least not in a couple of years. So, if that didn't convince you, then shove it, because I'm taking a walk anyway.

I put on my coat and opened the door, slipping outside.

As I walked, I couldn't help but think about all that had happened these past two weeks. How my dad dying had brought on the start of a friendship with Kyle, how it had tightened my best friendship with Mary, and how it even seemed to bring Mary and Kenny together.

I always knew they were meant to be.

I tried to stop thinking- because the whole point of this walk had been to clear my mind- but thoughts came flooding into my head, things that had been suppressed for a very long time.

I need to tell someone about Mary getting abused. No, I can't. She would hate me. Was I starting to develop feelings for Kyle? I shook my head at this one. No, we were just friends. Right? Was I lying to myself?

Isn't it weird how things can change faster than you can say 'Dad, don't do this?'

I stopped in the middle of the street and took a deep breath. Okay, I needed to calm down. I looked around me and froze. Where the hell was I?

I was in a neighborhood in South Park, but not one that I'd ever been in before. I noticed that the sstreetlight's shadows looked a little too long, as if someone could be hiding in them...

Okay, calm down. I told myself. Just call mom and then...

I groaned inwardly when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my cell phone. I decided that I would just go into the house that I was standing next to, and ask if I could use their phone. It wasn't something I really wanted to do, but what if I got kidnapped and/ or raped or something?

Yeah, I know. Tremendous irony.

I walked up the steps and knocked on the door of the house. When there was no answer, I tried the door. It wasn't locked. I opened it, stepping into the house. The lights wre all out (as was expected, it is about midnight). I made my way upstairs, to a door. I turned the knob slowly, hoping that if there was someone on the other side of it, they wouldn't wake up. Finally I pulled it open.

"Ahhh!" I screamed as I was tackled to the ground.

"Ahhh!" The person who tackled me yelled.

We kept screaming until the person turned on a lamp, revealing Kyle's frightened face.

"Christy?" He asked in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask to use your phone." I whispered.

"Oh. Well why did you come to my house?" He asked.

"I didn't know it was your house!" I shot back.

"Well why were you out this late, anyway?"

"I was just taking a walk and then I got lost? Why did you tackle me?"

"I thought you were a robber or something!" He said.

"Oh, ok then." I whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"So that your dad doesn't wake up and think that I'm breaking in!"

"Well, you kind of are. But it doesn't matter, my dad sleeps like the dead."

"Oh." I stated. Silence.

"Um, Kyle, can you gt off of me now?" I asked when I realized that he was still on top of me.

He blushed. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." He said quickly, standing up. He offered his hand to help me, and I accepted it.

"So what am I going to do now?" I asked Kyle, sitting on his bed.

He shrugged. "Well, you can use my phone if you want.

"That would be great." I said, leaning down to fix my shoelace.

"So where is it?" I asked, not facing him. No answer.

"Kyle?" I asked, turning around.

And there was Kyle, sound asleep in his bed.

"Kyle!" I yelled, shaking him. He continued to rest. I sighed and sank lower in my seat on his bed. I guess I have to walk home now. Oh, but it was so cold out there. And creepy. And it was so nice and warm in here. And this bed was so comfy.

My eyelids started to flutter close, and I let the exhaustion overcome me.

Christy's P.O.V.

"Dude, they so fucked." I heard a male voice say.

"Their clothes are still on, retard." A female voice said.

"Well, maybe they did it through their zippers or something." The same male voice stated.

"Okay, that's just gross." A different male voice said.

I opened my eyes and looked around the room. Kenny, Mary, and Stan were all sitting around the bed.

"Well hey there, sleepy head." Mary said, smirking at me.

"Have fun last night?" Kenny asked, waggling his eyebrows.

I blushed and quickly got out of the bed. "We didn't do anything, Kenny.

He grinned. "Sure, you say that now."

He's a sweet -talkin'

sugar -coated candyman.

A sweet -talkin'

sugar -coated candyman...

A more light- hearted chappie, not so much drama. And a little shorter, sry :(.

Also, im proud 2 announce tht ive gotten ovr tht nasty review i got in Miss South Park, and hav enabled annonomous reviews again! ^ ^

Tah!

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