Music Meme South Park

Just discovered this,, so here you go. The deal is you put your iPod on shuffle and write a short story based on each song in a fandom you previously picked. I've obviously picked South Park...Enjoy (:

1. Girl All The Bad Guys Want-Bowling For Soup

Everybody likes Kenny. Kenny is hot, funny and so, so nice. To everyone. Even people who tell him he's a whore, a slut, he's poor. He just laughs and flips them off companionably. He just doesn't care.

And Kenny likes everyone right back. Throw a dart in this school, you hit someone Kenny has slept with...or someone who wants to.

There are only three people who have not slept with Kenny. Cartman, Stan...and me. And it's not for lack of trying on my part, that much I can tell you. I have always wanted Kenny. And he looks right through me. Because I'm 'such a good friend', and he 'loves me so much'.

I wish.

I try desperately to be like Craig or Tweek or Butters or anyone who Kenny has banged, but he just says 'Hey, nice hat' or 'Cool hairdo, bro'.

But he will be mine.

Oh Yes.

He will be mine.

(Lol Wayne's World!)

2. Stacey's Mom-Fountains Of Wayne

Kenny was constantly over at the Cratman house. Nobody really knew why, leased of all Cartman, who remained blissfully unaware that his mom was banging his best friend.

All the kids at school, upon reaching puberty, had realized just how hot Cartman's mom was. They commented on it constantly, few tried their luck. None were lucky enough. Bar Kenny.

Kenny didn't even have to try.

He was just sitting there one day, watching Cartman arguing with his mother, who had just emerged from the shower, bright red and dripping, wrapped only in a towel. Afterwards, Cartman had flipped his mother the bird and stomped off to his room. Kenny had felt the need to comfort the poor woman. It couldn't be easy having a son like Cartman after all.

After a few moments of comforting, murmured words, her towel fell from her dripping body.

Kenny considered himself the luckiest kid on Earth.

3. Gives You Hell-All American Rejects

A loud, booming knock on the door alerted me of a visiter. I checked my hair in the mirror, hoping it would be Cartman.

When I opened the door, I found Stan, swaying slightly, standing on my doorstep.

"Stan." I sighed.

"Kyle." He replied seriously. "Where is the love?"

"What love Stan?"

"The love, Kyle, the love! You used to love me."

"Stan." I explained, for what felt like the hundreth time. "We kissed once, when we were drunk, at a party."

"Marry me, Kyle."

"Stan." He was clearly hurting me. He knew he was too, but he didn't care. Yes, there was a time when I was in love with Stan Marsh. But he broke my heart, married Wendy Testaburger, and became an alcoholic. "C'mon." I offered. "I'll take you home."

We drove in silence, Stan hicoughing every so often. We reached his house in minutes. Before he got out, Stan planted a single kiss on my lips, and my heart jumped to my throat.

"I love you, you piece of shit."

Then he left, and I went home and cried.

4. Don't Trust Me-3oh!3

"Drink?" Offered another drunk guy.

"Fuck you." I answered blandly.

"Fuck you harder." He grinned, thinking he was clever.

"Go away!" I yelled. He seemed to get the message and cleared off.

"Butters? That you?" Came a voice from behind me.

I turned to find a man about my age, wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants, and carrying a tray of martinis. "Kenny?" I asked, confused. Why would Kenny wear leather pants? He was a fashionable guy.

"Yeah, it's me!" He grinned. "I work here. " He told me, in explanation of the outfit. I nodded.

"So...you're a prostitute?"

"Shush!" Kenny face-palmed. "You were always difficult Butters."

"But Kenny, I don't think it's good for you working here." I insisted.

His smile faltered. "It isn't. There is the occasional barfight, violent customer. So on and so forth."

"Oh that's it, Mr, you're coming with me."

He had no objections. He dropped the martinis and followed me out.

5. Untouched-The Veronicas

Tweek dragged Craig roughly into the back room of his parents coffee shop. Tweek's fangs were falling out, and blood was dipping from his nose as an aftermath of the fight he and Craig had just been involved in. Craig's hat had dissapeared somewhere and his eye was already bruising.

"You are so hot." Tweek growled, pushing Craig into some shelves and crushing their lips together. His cloak fell off of its own accord, giving him an idea.

"You're bleeding." Craig stated.

"Well, no! Fucktard."

Craig quietened and allowed himself to be dragged onto a small table.

"We're going to have sex." Tweek insisted.

"Sir yes sir." Craig sighed, pulling off his emo jeans. That's what he came to the costume party as . An emo.

Tweek pulled off his trousers and didn't even wait for Craig to give him the go-ahead. He just went right on in there, making Craig scream a little.

"Shut up!" Tweek cried, a glimmer of his old paranoia apparent.

"Sorry, but you did just unceramoniously shove your dick in me!" Craig replied sarcastically. That was just Craig. Sarcastic sex. Mmm.

Tweek began to move, and eventually Craig stopped complaining and gave in, the party outside dissapearing, the world consisting of Tweek, and Tweek only.

"I love you." Tweek told him.

"You too." He gasped.

6. CheaterCheaterBest Friend Eater-Nevershoutnever

Phone's ringing again. Like I'm gona pick up. I know it's you, Kenny, don't pretend like I'm gona forgive you this time.

But we were so happy...Why would you do this? There's another thing, too, blaming it on me! It is not my fault you felt the need to stick your dick in my best friend.

My Kyle.

And there's another message. How many is that now? You're not allowed to have me back, Kenny! If you really wanted me you wouldn't have slept with Kyle, now, would you?

There's the door. Probably Cartman come to bitch with me.

But it isn't. It's Kenny. I stand and stare at him, not knowing what to do.

"I love you." He tells me, and before I know it we're lying in bed, and he's kissing me.

Every time. Every fucking time! He's not good for me. He doesn't really love me.

But I forgive him everytime.

7. I Write Sins Not Tragedies-Panic! At The Disco

"He's a whore."

"He's a poor ass piece of shit."

"He gives blowjobs for five dollars."

"Last night, he stuck it in Kyle Broflovski. And Tucker!"

"Where'd you hear that?"

Seriously. This is what I hear, what I know Kenny hears, as we walk through the halls of our high school. If Cartman heard this, he'd be heartbroken. Since he and Kenny got together, he's become a lot less suspicious of everyone, and he's so, so gullible.

I decide to save him. I storm into the classroom, where the stupid bitching kids are lounging on desks.

"Quit talking about Kenny like that. I mean it." I warn.

"Butters, c'mon." Kenny calls, unaware that I'm saving his relationship.

"What are you gona do about it, wimp?" Asks the biggest kid.

"I tell you what I'll do...I'll...I'll..." I muster all my courage and blurt "I'll fuck you up, bitch!".

"Whoa." The kid says simply, I guess with the shock of hearing me swear.

"That's right." I tell him, and walk out.

8. Hate (I Really Don't Like You)-Plain White Ts

"Clyde. You need to quit it!"

"I loved him! He's a prick!"

"You sound schizophrenic, dude, calm down!"

"But I'm serious!"

"Are you shizophrenic? Oh God Clyde, don't kill me!"

"I won't kill you Tweek."

"Good. Gah!"

Clyde unlocked the stall door. He surveyed Tweek innocently. Then he spotted himself in the mirror and groaned. "I'm a mess."

"You're not." Tweek assured him.

"Ugh." Was Clyde's response.

"You're always pretty. Craig's silly for not liking you anyomore."

Tweek's outlook on life was way childish, but right now it was all Clyde needed.

"Thanks Tweek."

He smiled "You're welcome. You can come to my house now, if you like. We'll have hot chocolate, and not coffee. You don't like coffee."

"I know that, Tweek. I'm me." Clyde laughed as Tweek blushed. Then he took Tweek's pale, cold hand and walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey Clyde"

"Fuck you, Craig."

And Clyde and Tweek, still holding hands, walked away from the boy who broke Clyde's heart. And it felt so good, and so right.

9. Good Grls Go Bad-Cobra Starship

"Hi Gregory!"

"Hey Greg!"

"Mm, Gregory...nice jeans!"

Gregory slicked back his hair and winked at the girls as they swooned. They waved and tittered and giggled together. The occasional brave one would approch him.

Gregory was the hot stuff at this school. It was the hair, the accent, the baby blues. It was just him.

But despite girls being so into him, Gregory had yet to have a girlfriend. He wondered why no girls had asked him out, if they liked him so much. Or did they expect him to make the first move?

Still, it was nice knowing he must be attractive.

The final final bell rang, signalling that loitering students should leave now, lest they be pepper sprayed by the drunken janitor. Greogory quickened his pace, no longer acknowledging the simpering women around him.

Christophe waited for him outside, stradding his bike. Gregory gave a final wriggle of his butt for good measure and smiled. Christophe guffawed.

"You are zuch a faggot."

"Shush. The ladies love it."

Christophe raised an eyebrow. "You do realize, Greggerz, that zee girls pay you so much attention because Cartman told zem we are togezzer?"

Gregory froze, thought about it, then visibly shrunk.

"Just drive." He instructed, and Christophe chuckled beneath the noise of the engine.

10. Girlfriend-Avril Lavigne

Who wears short shorts? Kyle thought to himself amusedly as he entered Stan's house. Stan's mother stared at him a little, but Kyle just blew her a kiss and giggled before tramping upstairs.

He barged in, not caring that Stan and Wendy were most likely making out-or worse-in there. Stan stared. Wendy scowled.

"Whoa." Stan gushed. "You look...wow!"

"Thanks, Stan!" Kyle simpered, sitting beside his SBF and stretching his long, milk white legs. He kicked Stans phone, lying on the bed, to the floor.

"Oops, sorry, Stan!" He smiled, and bent over to pick it up. Wendy huffed impatiently and pulled Stan's head around to kiss him fiercely. But it was too late. Stan had already seen Kyle's amazing ass.

"Wendy, I love your hair today. Did you just shower, or something?" Kyle asked innocently. Wendy, oblivious, shook her head.

"Then why does it look wet?" Wendy remained silent. "Oh, sorry, it's grease, huh?" Kyle nodded knowingly.

"Gross!" Stan shied away from Wendy. She frowned, hurt. "That is kinda sick dude, sorry." Stan apologised, not looking sorry at all. Kyle slid a hand behind Stan and pinched his ass. Stan jumped.

"Kyle!" Stan accused.

"Now, Stan, don't pretend you didn't enjoy it."

Stan blanched, as if he were about to throw up, when he met Kyle's eyes.

"That's it!" Wendy cried "I'm sick of this shit!" and she stormed out.

Bingo Kyle thought, blinking innocently.

A/N: I liked this...I'm going to do it whenever I feel like writing and don't have inspriation...