This chappie is mainly a filler, but it still shall be awesome! :D

Home among these mountain tops can be so awfully dull,

A thousand miles from the tide.

But photos on the walls, of New York shopping malls,

Distract me so I stay inside...

Christy's P.O.V.

"Guys, we really need to do something." I said. It was about 5:00 and me, Mary, Kenny, Stan, and Kyle were walking down the street. Going nowhere. In the cold. Because we're not old enough to drive.

Damn.

Mary nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we-"

"-it seems like you and Kyle already did do something." Kenny interrupted, smirking.

A heated blush covered my face. "Will you please shut up about that?" I complained.

"No." He said, crossing his arms and still smiling. "I'll say whatever the-"

"Kenny, seriously. Shut. Up." Mary said angrily. She has a really bad temper.

Kenny didn't say anything after that.

"So, as I was saying." Mary said, shooting a glare at Kenny, who frowned. "We should go to that fair!" She said, pointing across the street at a huge sign that said 'SOUTH PARK FAIR: ONE DAY ONLY!'

How did I miss that?

"Yeah, we should go!" I agreed excitedly. Who doesn't love fairs? "Oh, but wait." I groaned. "How are we going to afford it?"

We all thought for a second before Kyle spoke up.

"We could sell Natalie." He suggested.

Mary gasped. "No way in hell! After all she's been through?" I rolled my eyes. Natalie was Mary's flute. Yeah, she named it in 7th grade. I thought it was pretty weird. I know that people name their guitars and stuff, but a flute?

Strange.

And the thing is, she doesn't even play it anymore, now that she has a piccolo. So it just sits in her closet, gathering dust. And she doesn't want to sell it? Greedy bitch.

"Well, then what about Carl?" I suggested.

Kenny practically growled. "No. Fucking. Way. You. Bitch." He stated. Carl was Kenny's clarinet.

"Yeah, you're not supposed to seperate a parent from his child!" Mary teased. Yeah, long story.

When we were in 7th grade, there was a band/ chorus trip to Philadelphia. Mary and Kenny were on that trip, and they thought it would be funny if they made their instruments have sex. Which is done by placing a flute inside of the bottom of a clarinet. So, they joked about how Natalie was 'pregnant' with Carl's baby. A few months later, Stan's baritone horn, Barry, gave Natalie an ultrasound (which was done by putting valve oil on the mid- section of the flute) and they pretended that they could see a baby inside there and everything. Then, in highschool, Mary got a piccolo (you know, like a flute only smaller and with more high -pitched notes). Then she and Kenny joked about how it was Natalie's and Carl's 'daughter' and they named her Carlie (a mixture of Carl and Natalie). Kenny came up with a new word for what Carl and Natalie did on that day in Philly. Instrumentcourse. Not intercourse. Instrumentcourse. Yeah, my friends are, how do I put this nicely...

Wackjobs. Wow. That was like, a huge insult when I was a kid, but now, it actually sounds kind of dirty, doesn't it?

"So, you can't sell Natalie. Or Carlie." Mary said to Kyle. Huh. Apparently a huge fight had been going on and I had totally spaced and missed all of it.

Damn.

"Or Carl." Kenny cut in.

"Or Barry." Stan added.

"Okay, okay! We get it! So... how are we going to get this money?" I asked.

"I've got it!" Mary declared. She whipped out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hi... no, I'm fine... we're walking down the street... Natasha Road... about eight... well, see that's why I was calling you... yeah, I know... it's okay... I'll have enough time...so, can I go to the South Park Fair tonight?... Christy, Kyle, Kenny, and Stan... um, yes? You know they are... okay, I highly doubt that that's gonna happen... yeah, yeah, I know...okay! I get it...but Christy will be with me the whole time! And I'll be back by nine at the latest!... pleeeaaasseee!... about twenty dollars... I'll pay you back... uh- huh... yay! Okay, thanks!... Love you, too, mom... bye." She shut her phone.

"My mom says I can go!" She said excitedly. We all began taking out our phones and calling our parents.

"... c'mon!..."

"... dude, I totally know..."

"... Just this once?..."

"...but I love you!..."

"...I'll work it off..."

"... only twenty bucks!..."

"...by nine, chill..."

"... they are so not strong enough..."

"... you are way too overprotective..."

"... pllleeeaasseee!..."

We all end with a "Thanks! Love you! Bye!"

And then we turn to face each other. "I can go!" We all yell to the high heavens, before grinning.

"Sweet, dude." I say.

Christy's P.O.V. (again)

So, I was just sitting there, with Mary, in my kitchen. Eating Jello. Of the green variety. The guys were gonna come over at five, and right now, it was four- thirty. And we were having a nice, peaceful snack. And, of course, Mary had to go and be all retarded.

"How come there's never been any food fights with Jello?" She asks me.

I shrug. "There probably has."

"But, like, in food fights in movies and tv shows they never throw Jello. Mash potatoes, pudding, you name it. But no Jello."

"Then it probably doesn't stick." I concluded.

She frowned, then took some Jello out of her cup, and threw it against the back of her hand. She turned her hand over and it fell off. Sighing, she pushed back her chair and got up, throwing her empty Jello cup away.

Then I had an idea.

I took some Jello out of my cup and threw it against the back of my hand, but I slapped so that it was more mushy. I turned my hand over and it stuck.

I picked up the last of my Jello in my hands. "Mary." I say, a devilish grin on my face.

She turns around to face me. "Yeah?" She asks.

I threw the Jello right at her face, then mushed my hand through it to make it stick.

"You. Fucking. Bitch." She hissed, running to the kitchen cupboard and taking out one of the many cups of Jello (yeah, my family likes Jello) and opening it. She took out a handful and threw it at my left arm, so hard it actually hurt. She then slapped my arm, and I nearly bit her hand off.

Okay, I was pissed.

I rebuttled by taking out a can of jello, opening it, and (not even bothering with hands) hurling the contents of the cup at her, realizing that if you threw the Jello hard enough that it just stuck by itself without the need to slap it.

Well, it was an all out brawl after that. Our arms, legs, backs, you name it, covered in Jello. Yeah, we're kind of really competitive.

Like, really competitive.

Mary scooped her hands through two cups, taking out two large handfuls. She prepared to throw it, but then I tackled her, pinning her arms down.

"Don't you dare throw that Jello, Christmas." I hissed at her.

She glared at me. "Well, Mo-"

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

We turned our heads to see Stan, Kenny, and Kyle standing in the doorway to the kitchen, jaws slack. I then realized the unintentionally sexual position that me and Mary were in. And that male fantasy about girls wrestling in Jello.

Blushing in embarassment, I quickly got up. "Okay, this so isn't as wrong as it looks."

"What's wrong about it? Keep going." Kenny said, smirking. I glared at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry Christy, but I don't roll that way." Mary said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I love you as a best friend, but I'm straight." I said, laughing.

Mary went to the sink and started to wash her Jello -clad arms, and Kenny happily checked her out with his 'I'd- tap- that' expression.

"Oh my god! Kenny!" I yelled, faking concern.

He turned to me, alarmed. "What is it?"

Then came the bitch- slap.

"Ow!" He yelled, clutching his cheek. "What the hell was that for?"

"For checking out my best friend, douche."

Kenny blushed, and even though the Jello hid her face, I could tell that Mary was blushing, too.

Oh yeah. They so want each other.

My darling,

We're both on the wing.

So keep on singing,

And we can go anywhere...

This seems realy half assed, and i apologize :(

-CC