Hey everyone, this is a fanfic request, so I'm gonna do the best I can to make it great! I have never thought of this pairing before, so I am quite interested in seeing how this goes.
Also, right now I'm lazy on reading, so if there are a lot of typo errors, please let me know and I will go back and fix them!
One more thing, feedback is very important to me, and will push me into updating more. I appreciate suggestions, opinions, and advice, but not harsh criticism.
I hope you all like this, here's the Prologue!
Cheeks of Silver
Prologue
The school halls were just as long and deep as a dark mystical forest, filled with the dangers of peers, bullies, and betrayers, just as the demonic creatures that would steal your souls or eat your flesh.
The halls went on for so long, and went in different directions, filled with lockers and doors to smaller rooms.
For most children, in their perspective, it was the peers. Peer pressure, social anxiety, heartbreak, and rejection. Most adults didn't understand the frustration that preteens went through. They were children, but they were growing up, so it was a confusing time for the boys and girls.
Cheat off the math test, that's what I'm gonna do.
"No, no, no, no no!"
Eric Cartman slowly turned his head from his locker and faced the familiar spikey-blonde haired boy, who was pacing around in circles next to him, like a wolf trying to escape its cage.
"Oh, hamburgers!" he let out as he placed his hands on the sides of his head.
Not that Eric had genuine care for his peers, he was still curious of the boy's actions. Then it got to the point where he was just annoyed, and he wanted it to stop. He eyed him. "Butters," he said.
"Oh, Eric!" the blonde-haired boy faced him, and there was worry on his face. "The school dance is coming up in two weeks, and I still don't have a date! Can you help me?"
Eric shut his locker and watched his friend closely. He was beginning to realize that Butters had planned this, especially now that he was seeing the "cute" begging look on his face. Butters was getting a lot cleverer, and Eric couldn't help but admit he was impressed.
Not only that, but Eric did love playing Matchmaker, and he wasn't surprised that Butters came to him for help.
However, nobody realized something about Eric that changed things. It changed things for him, which apparently affected everyone who needed romantic advice.
He glared. "No." He was broken. Losing a precious relationship only weakened his match-making abilities, and he only wished that people would stop coming to him for advice. He wanted to forget.
"But Eric!"
"Dating is a waste of time, and you should take that to consideration." With that, he turned away, and took his leave. He didn't look back to see the continued disappointment in his friend's eyes. It wasn't because it was painful, because he wasn't a sensible person, but because it was pointless.
Watching him march by, Stan Marsh, a friend of his, sat against his locker while tuning his guitar, something he didn't often do in school. However, he started bringing it to school recently because he didn't feel like doing anything else before class started.
The dull expression on the boy's face only told how he could care less what Eric's problem was. He knew all too well that his friend was always angry about something, but to this point, he didn't care. Just like a lot of preteens, and not that most adults knew, life felt the frustration of whatever passed him by.
It was not just Stan and Eric, but also Kyle Brovlovski and Kenny McCormick who completed the little group. They often did everything together ever since Preschool. However, they weren't as close as they use to be since they got caught up in their own personal issues.
"Did you get the history homework done?" Kyle asked. He appeared next to Stan, who didn't seem to get a bit startled by his sudden presence.
"Yeah," Stan replied, not looking at his friend, who was very precious to him. They had been best friends since day one.
"Stan, class is gonna start in five minutes." Kyle watched him but noticed that he wasn't going to get up anytime soon. So, he leaned against the lockers next to Stan, and waited patiently. Usually, he wouldn't want to be late, but he felt like something was keeping him there.
Stan played a couple chords when he noticed an all too familiar girl walk by him with her other friends. Wendy Testaburger, with long, shiny black hair that kept at the corner of the boy's eye.
Kyle also noticed and watched as Wendy flared her new black skirt. The glitter off the 3D dolphin sticks from her notebook that rested in her arm, practically flew off and stung Kyle's eyes. He didn't really understand girls and their glitter and sparkles.
Stan, on the other hand, had a different perspective. It wasn't the glitter he was looking at, but the dolphin. Wendy's love for animals was always something about her that he liked.
Kyle could tell that Stan was slightly distracted and paused on his guitar. He only watched by the corner of his eye, and then stared across the hall as his friend continued to play. "You know, I'm just curious," he started. "You and Wendy have been breaking up and getting back together, off and on for two years."
Stan messed up on the chord and briefly glared. It was obvious that his friend wasn't being considerate of his feelings.
"Are you guys together again?" Kyle finally turned to face his friend with a curious expression and waited for his answer. It got confusing for him to see Stan and Wendy's relationship go back and forth.
Stan recovered the chord on his guitar. "No, we broke up." He continued to play.
Kyle knew he didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he turned back to face the wall and sighed. His best friend was having a grouchy morning, something that happened occasionally. He decided to head to class so he wouldn't get in trouble.
Stan watched Kyle leave, and checked the clock, seeing that he only had a couple minutes left. He picked up a notebook where he kept his own lyrics written in. He wrote a line where he had a song started and read it out loud as he wrote.
"New flared skirt."
