Um, I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen in this chapter so sorry if this chapter is kind of all over the place. Sorry for how long this is going to take to get out. I've been having writer's block on all my stories.
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Chapter 11 – And It's a Lonely World
Girl on Fire
Token hated himself for snapping at Craig. They were supposed to be having fun this weekend and he was ruining it. He really should be trying harder to just ignore Nichole and have fun with his friends. Now he couldn't even find where Craig, Tweek, and Clyde went.
As he wandered around the forest, casually looking at all the campsites, (wait a minute, did that camp belong to the vamp kids?!) he suddenly became aware of someone following him. He glanced behind him and scowled.
"What do you two want?" he hissed at Red and Bebe.
"Oh nothing," Bebe replied, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulder, "We were just walking and you happened to be in front of us. What makes you think we want anything?"
"Because you two always want something," Token pointed out. Red smirked at him.
"If you're lonely because Nichole rejected you, I wouldn't mind a kiss," she remarked. Token curled his lip up in disgust.
"In your dreams," he sneered, "Just leave me alone."
"Not gonna happen, dream boat," Red purred, trotting a little to catch up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. Angrily, Token shook it off.
"What is wrong with you? Get away from me!" he yelled at them and took off running.
Bebe and Red watched him with Red pouting. "Oh dear, I think we upset him," she grumbled. Bebe chuckled.
"Red, you're such a slut," she said.
…
Tweek leaned on a tree, drawing the landscape before him as Craig rested gently against him. Sketching had helped him calm down from seeing that girl that may or may not actually exist and feeling Craig's warm body pressed against him also helped a lot.
"Look at how my drawing is coming together so far, Craig," Tweek insisted, holding the journal out for him to see. Craig opened his eyes and turned his head to see.
"That's really nice, Tweek," he complimented, "Those art classes really paid off. You've turned into an amazing artist."
"Aw! You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend!" Tweek dismissed, blushing.
"No, I'm not!" Craig argued, "I say that even if I hated you. But I don't. I love you."
"I know you do," Tweek said, "I love you, too." They kissed gently before Tweek went back to sketching.
A shadow fell across them and they looked up, startled, to see Kenny standing in front of them. He stared down at them with a blank expression.
"Hey," he greeted, "Can I hang out with you guys for a little bit? Unless you're on a date or something. Then I'll leave."
Tweek and Craig looked at each other, then back at Kenny. "Uh no, it's fine. You can sit with us for a while," Tweek replied.
"Feeling lonely?" Craig wondered as Kenny sat down beside them. The other teen sighed.
"Yeah," he muttered, "I've been trying to hook up with girls for the past two days. But my ex-girlfriend keeps ruining it for me."
"ACK! I didn't know you had an ex!" Tweek exclaimed. Kenny looked at him.
"You and Craig didn't meet her last year?" Kenny asked, "I guess my friends just met her. Anyway, I didn't date her for very long and I sort of kept it a secret 'cause I wasn't very proud of it. She apparently didn't take the breakup so well and has been sabotaging me all weekend."
"That sucks, dude," Craig said in sympathy, "She needs to get a hobby. Or, you know, a new boyfriend to torment."
Kenny nodded but didn't say anything more. He looked over at Tweek who had gone back to drawing. "That's a cool sketchbook," he observed, "What are you sketching?"
"NNGH! Just the landscape," Tweek answered, "It's pretty rough right now and not very good."
"Tweek is amazing," Craig said, immediately contradicting him, "He's just being modest." Tweek blushed and hid his face in his book. Kenny grinned.
"You guys are adorable together," he noted, "You work so well together. I wish I could have a relationship as good as yours."
"Keep trying, Ken. You'll find someone. I know you will," Tweek encouraged, "Maybe you'll find them sooner and closer than you think."
Kenny smiled warmly at him. "Thanks, Tweek," he said, "I hope you're right about that."
"Does it have to be a chick?" Craig asked, "Like are you completely straight or are you up for trying a relationship with a guy?"
There was a pause as Kenny thought. Then he sighed a little. "I guess I've never really thought about it before," he answered truthfully, "I mean, I've teasingly hit on Stan and Kyle before, but I've never really thought about dating a guy before." He looked over at the couple. "But I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to the idea. It would have to be the right person, though."
"Of course," Tweek agreed, "You don't want to go up to a strange dude and start hitting on him. You might get punched in the face."
"Is that what happened to you?" Kenny asked.
"No, but it happened to Fosse," Craig told him, "We saw it happen, too. It was funny."
Kenny huffed with laughter. "I always thought Bill and Fosse were gay for each other," he said, "They're always talking about things being gay."
"They might be together," Craig mused, "Haven't seen them in a while. I haven't had any classes with them since middle school."
"Yeah, me neither," Tweek said. He looked up to study the scene and continue his sketch, but then froze in fear.
It was her! That gypsy girl from before! She was dancing in a suggestive manner, beckoning to him. Tweek shook and looked away. When he looked back, she was still there.
"Are you all right, Tweek?" Kenny asked him, "You look pale."
"What's wrong dear?" Craig wondered.
"Th-That girl!" Tweek squeaked, "That girl right there! You guys see her, right?"
Kenny and Craig looked to where he was pointing. But the girl had disappeared. They turned back to Tweek.
"Are you sure you're ok, Tweek?" Craig asked, concerned, "You've been acting kind of paranoid lately."
"I'm not paranoid!" Tweek insisted, "There's a girl who keeps following me! It's true! I'm not crazy!"
"I believe you, Tweek, you're not crazy," Craig said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced.
"Where do you see this girl?" Kenny questioned, "What does she look like?"
"She was dressed as one of those gypsy dancers," Tweek explained, "She keeps appearing and gesturing to me but ducks out of sight when someone else looks. A-And the strangest thing is… I feel like I've seen this girl before. E-Even before this festival."
"That's strange," Craig muttered, "Do you have any idea where you could have seen her before?"
"N-No," Tweek replied, "She keeps her face covered with a s-stupid veil."
"Huh. I wonder what she wants with you?"
"That's what I want to know!" Tweek moaned. He groaned and slid down the tree while Craig gently patted him on the shoulder.
…
"Clyde, why aren't you more intimate with me?" Belle complained. Clyde gulped.
"I-I'm plenty intimate with you, babe," he insisted, "We kiss and hold hands all the time!"
"Yeah, but we haven't slept together yet," she pointed out, "Most couples have slept together by now, you know."
"I don't know about that," Clyde murmured, "We haven't even been together for a full year yet. Don't you think sex would be pushing it?"
"But I'm special, right?" Belle urged, putting her hands on her hips, "And you do whatever your special girl wants, right?"
"I j-just think it's too early, that's all," Clyde argued.
Belle huffed and folded her arms. "Fine," she relented, "But we're talking about this when we get home."
Clyde was not looking forward to that conversation.
…
"Cartman, if you don't stop following me, I'm going to kick your ass," Kyle warned his fat not-friend.
"Yeah right, Kahl, as if you could beat me up," Cartman scoffed.
The two were walking towards the food vendors because the others back at camp (i.e. Stan and the kids) decided they wanted food all of a sudden and demanded Kyle go get it. And Cartman tagged along no doubt just to torment him.
"Besides, Kahl, someone needs to help you carry all the food we're gonna get," Cartman pointed out.
"You mean all the food you're gonna get," Kyle corrected.
"That's what I said."
Kyle sighed and rolled his eyes. It was probably best at this point to ignore him. As they stood in line at one of the food vendors, Cartman suddenly gasped.
"Whoa, hot babe. Incoming," he murmured.
Perking up slightly, Kyle looked to where Cartman was pointing and his heart immediately dropped. Becca was coming right towards them and the only thing covering her breasts was half a t-shirt. Kyle gulped.
"Cartman, don't you remember who that is?" he hissed.
"Should I?"
"That's Kenny's ex-girlfriend," Kyle explained, trying not to roll his eyes, "He introduced us to her last year."
"So that means she's not taken?" Cartman asked hopefully.
"No," Kyle replied with a sigh, "But you are."
"Oh yeah. Damn it."
Before either of them could say anything more, Becca had reached them. She gave them her most flirtatious smile as she walked up.
"Hey boys," she greeted, "Kyle. Enjeric."
"What?" Cartman hissed, "That's not my name! That's not even a word!"
"Whatever," Becca dismissed. It was clear who she was more interested in. "What are you two doing out here?"
"Getting food, obviously," Kyle growled at her. He tried to fight down his nerves which were quickly rising to the surface whenever he was around this woman.
"Well, well, getting fiesty, are we?" Becca purred, "I like that in a man. Probably why Kenny is so perfect for me."
Kyle glared at her and was about to make a retort, but then suddenly noticed something in her hand. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"What's that in your hand?" he asked. She smiled at him.
"Oh, this?" she said, holding up what appeared to be a pill bottle, "It's just my… medication."
"Now why don't we believe you?" Cartman taunted. Becca scoffed at him.
"Well it doesn't matter if you believe me or not, because I- HEY!" she screeched as Cartman snatched the bottle from her and hid behind Kyle before she could grab it back.
"No way!" Cartman gasped, "Do you know what these are, Kyle? These are roofies!"
"What?!" Kyle cried. Becca quickly grabbed the bottle from Cartman and stuck it between her breasts. "What are you going to do with those?"
"Hmm hmm… wouldn't you like to know?" Becca cooed, "Let's just say I have more than one way to make a man fall for me." She thrust her chest out before turning on her heels and leaving.
Kyle and Cartman watched her go with worried looks on their faces.
"I don't like this," Kyle muttered, "We have to warn Kenny right away. He might be in danger."
"Right," Cartman agreed, "We're gonna get food first, though, right?"
Kyle gave him an annoyed stare.
Happy Holidays! Here's your present: a long awaited chapter of this story! I've been trying to work on my old stories more, but I want to finish "You Ruined Everything" and "Camp Sucks-A-Lot" because they're so close to being done. Also, I've got a new job that eats up quite a bit of my time, so sometimes I don't have the energy to write. Rest assured, I will keep working on my stories as much as possible. In the meantime, please leave a comment!