Congratulations"Meet me at Stark's Pond tonight at midnight," Stan said with a playful wink. "Believe me, it'll be worth it."Congratulations3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kyle sighed and looked up at the starry night sky. He supposed that he should be mad that Stan was nearly an hour late but happened so often that he didn't care. He could only hope that Stan wasn't going to stand him up in the middle of the night, he might never be able to forgive him in that case.
He spotted movement near a tree at the edge of the pond and hit the pause button on his Ipod, near the end of the English version of "Shissou," the ending theme for the anime Ouran High School Host Club, which Bebe had introduced him to. He turned to the movement but didn't step towards it. There were all sorts of people that hung around the park at night, mostly drug addicts and homeless people though, and Kyle wasn't sure if he was entirely safe now.
After another moment, a figure with short blonde hair stepped into the moonlight with a deep sigh. His orange parka wa
Damien's Unwilling Bride Pt. 7Chapter 6Damien's Unwilling Bride Pt. 72 years ago in Romance More Like This
When Craig awoke once again, he felt the worst sense of pain and despair. Tears streamed down his face and he knew that they were not for his own loss. Something had happened to Tweek that had completely shattered him and Craig knew it.
He stood on shaking legs and slowly stumbled toward him and Twhis bathroom. He was sure he looked like shit. He had sobbed himself to sleep over a bottle of cheap gin that he'd stolen from his parents' house a while back. In his sleep, he had felt more despair than ever though.
He had seen Tweek being raped by Damien who had enough cowardice to disguise himself as Craig. Every scream that left his beloved blonde's lips and every single tear that fell from his eyes shot straight through his heart like burning arrow. And that's when he realized that it wasn't just a nightmare he was looking at Tweek's reality.
Craig looked at his puffy red eyes coated with tears, both unshed and falling, in the bathroom mirror. He d
Damien's Unwilling Bride Pt. 3Chapter 2Damien's Unwilling Bride Pt. 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
It should've been a normal day at work for Tweek, or really as normal as things are at the Tweak Bros. Coffee House, and it had started off that way. He had gotten to work on time, clocked in, served his kinda-friend Kyle Broflovski the usual cappuccino, and spilled some of it on his green apron as he made it. It was after Kyle left and Tweek was trying to wipe the coffee from his apron before it could soak through to his white t-shirt and black pants, that the day became less normal.
First off, a second customer came in only a few minutes after Kyle left - this in itself surprised Tweek since regulars came in at their usual time. Secondly, the person who stepped into the coffee shop wasn't a regular. It was a pale man with shaggy jet black hair and blood red eyes wearing a black turtleneck, pants, and trench coat. On his left ear, a black inverted cross earring was pierced, and a matching pendant hung around his neck. His black steel-toed boots echoed off of the coffe
He Misses HimAt the sound of his electronic alarm clock going off at the exact time of 6:00 A.M., Kyle groggily opened his eyes and rolled out of bed. He turned off the alarm and, without bothering to change from his night clothes or brush out his graying shoulder length wavy red hair, walked out of the bedroom. His grass green eyes traveled down the hallway and to the closed door that he ultimately walked to. He took a deep breath with his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door open.He Misses Him2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sitting up in a twin-sized bed was a man the same age as Kyle, his once raven hair had turned light gray and his dark eyes were staring vacantly at the framed photographs on the wooden dresser against the opposite wall staring back at him. Family portraits, pictures of friends from years past.
None of which those blank eyes said he recognized.
Kyle's eyes fell to the man's chin, where dark stubble was beginning to poke through. "Craig," he forced a small smile, "you need a shave again."
Craig looked over
Impossible - Ch. 3Groaning, Kyle sat up in one of the cots set up in the nurse's office. He cradled his pounding head in his hands. He ached everywhere, feeling the developing bruises on his stomach, arms, legs, and jaw. He wondered how long he'd been out for as his mind flashed back to the three boys who had helped him: Stan, Damien, and Craig. Maybe he should learn how to fight so that he won't have to rely on them coming out of the woodwork like that again.Impossible - Ch. 33 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"About time you woke up," Kenny commented from the seat next to the cot Kyle was sitting up in. He'd been listening to Hollywood Undead's "City" on his MP3 Player and now turned it off.
"How long was I unconscious?"
"Well," he waited while the bell to signal eighth hour starting rang, "eighth hour just started."
"Damn." Kyle swung his legs over the edge of the cot and grabbed his black ankle high Converse. "Have you been here the whole time?"
"No, I just took over for Stan about five minutes ago." Kenny stood up when Kyle did and walked with him o
Damien's Unwilling Bride Pt. 1PrefaceDamien's Unwilling Bride Pt. 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Craig's eyes widened as he saw the ground split open in front of his very eyes in the center of Stark's Park. Red-orange fire shot from the newly made fissure towards the clear blue sky, singeing the grass to a deep brown but not catching it on fire.
The noirette took a few steps back as the fissure continued opening towards him, only stopping about ten feet from where was standing. He took nervous breath after nervous breath. The last time he had seen that fissure open was a year ago when his fiancé was taken from him.
The fire from the fissure died down as a pale man with spiky blonde hair wearing a black changshan dress, the sleeves of which extended well past the tips of his fingers, slowly ascended to the ground of the park. His black flats echoes dully against the rock of the fissure as he climbed the stairs that formed as he walked.
The blonde's now emotionless blood red eyes met with the shocked dark blue ones belonging to Craig. The noirette barely rec
Right Kind of WrongKyle stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Kenny fidgeting with the combination lock on his black locker. He hadn't expected to see the blonde in the hall. Granted, they do go to the same high school and all, so maybe he should've anticipated it, but class was in session, he figured Kenny would be there, not in the hallway. He took a shaky breath and pushed a stray lock of his curly red hair behind his ear before walking forward like nothing was wrong. He just had to get past Kenny without incident so that he could get to his own locker and then scurry back to Geometry - he forgot to grab his textbook from his locker between classes.Right Kind of Wrong2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Kenny had seen Kyle walking towards him from between strands of his shaggy blonde hair but didn't say anything until the flame-haired Jew was passing him. "Hey Kyle." He turned his head to him when he stopped. "Forget something?"
"Y-Yeah my Geometry book." Kyle turned his head to Kenny. "You too then?"
Kenny shrugged. "No, not really. I just wan
Prey :: Ch. 20Prey :: Ch. 202 years ago in Romance More Like This
"All the little pieces falling, shatter/Shards of me, too sharp to put back together/Too small to matter/But big enough to cut me into/So many little pieces"
Chapter 20: Breathe No More
New Years Eve
I hooked my arm in Butters' as we entered the liquor store to get something for tonight. I would've come last night, but with Butters crying and Stan failing at comforting him, I ended up holding him until he fell asleep; by that time the liquor store was closed. I got lucky when he didn't wake up in the same state this morning, and I figured he wouldn't want to be alone with Stan so I asked him if he wanted to come to the liquor store with me for the champagne for tonight.
"Anything you like in particular?" I asked him as we stopped in front of the champagne.
He shrugged. "I don't really drink "
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" I would've thought being around Kenny would've seriously influenced that part of him at least to the point where he'd drink, well
Past the Point of No Return~Kenny's POV~Past the Point of No Return3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Last night was insane, and that's coming from me.
We all decided to go out to a nightclub for Kyle's eighteenth birthday, a pleasant surprise when we picked him up and arrived at the warehouse outside of town serving as the makeshift nightclub. It was just the four of us, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, and me, Kenny McCormick, for the first time in a long time. (Since graduation was fast approaching, we've barely had any free time to hang out as a group and it really sucked since these guys were, well, my only friends.)
Everything was going good--actually, better than good, things were great! The four of us were squished together on the dance floor, being forced to grind against each other to techno, fast pop, and hard rock music. The birthday boy was sandwiched between Stan and me, his front against mine while his super best friend was grinding against his ass. I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a little jealous of Stan's position, but the one I
Prey :: Ch. 29Prey :: Ch. 292 years ago in Romance More Like This
"So I'll say why don't you and I get together/Take on the world and be together forever?"
Chapter 29: Why Don't You & I ?
Tall, vibrant green grass that blew around my legs with the slightest breeze surrounded me. I looked up to see a clear azure blue sky without even the smallest cloud dotting it. In the distance was a single large oak tree; I walked towards it with no pain in my leg. Everything, every little cut and bruise, every break and stab wound Eric had given me was gone.
Here I felt relaxation of relief, and I knew that this was the place Eric couldn't even begin to dream of reaching. But regardless of the calm of this place, I couldn't feel even a shred of happiness because I knew I was alone and so was Stan.
Under the tree sat a little blonde-haired girl in a torn dress crying. I knelt down next to her. "What's wrong?"
"I I can't find mommy," she cried.
My lips tightened into a straight line when she looked up at me. Her face was torn open and her tears were
Damien's Unwilling Bride ExtraHalloween ExtraDamien's Unwilling Bride Extra2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Craig sighed as he looked out of the door of his apartment. He really hated that his friends had convinced him to go out with them tonight. He closed the door and wandered back into his room to look in the full-length mirror bolted to the back of his door. Craig's black hair was tousled and his dark blue eyes were outlined in heavy eyeliner, but that was all of his face that could be seen, as the rest was hidden behind a white and gold Mardi Gras mask. He poked at the mask and then ran his hands over wrinkles on his clothes - a jet black vest over a long-sleeved white shirt and a red and black tie, and a pair of dark blue pants.
Dear God, Craig's mind groaned, why did I agree to this? He was just glad that the "theme," as his friends called it, of their costumes was the Splicers from BioShock. At least the costume he was in didn't require a lot of extra spending or time. His eyes fell to a ripped portion of one of his sleeves that was dotted with br
He's Always the OneI can still remember the first time I saw you, though it was so long ago. I didn't realize it then because I didn't understand what it meant when I trembled at the touch of your hand against mine, but now I do. I've loved you since then.He's Always the One2 years ago in Romance More Like This
That feeling only grew over time, and years later when your touch became more romantic than friendly, I knew then that I loved you with all my heart.
And now, years later, I'm so happy to say that I know we're perfect for each other. And though we didn't always feel that way, or things didn't seem like it, it happened like it should've. Maybe if we weren't so sure at times, we wouldn't be here right now, in such a beloved moment.
Looks like we made it
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way
We knew we'd get there someday
But even as we're here in this moment, I can here the voices of those who said that we weren't supposed to be together and that we would never make it together. We just weren't meant to be.
No one wou
Stolen [style][stenny]Part 1Stolen [style][stenny]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Stan, I was thinking," Kyle says, walking across the living room towards him. It smelled of air freshener, most liking from Stan's neurotic mother and her need to have a house good enough to be showcased to the world in some kind of commercial. Everything was clean, organized, and neat. Nothing out of place, if you don't count Stan's room and his dad's work room which Kyle had ever only seen twice. Stan is strewn across the sofa in a ragged t-shirt and some boxers. His hair had that I-just-woke-up-from-hours-of-partying look to it, sticking up in different directions and had a slight wave to it that only happened if he didn't brush it.
"Why would you do that at the ungodly hour of," Stan pauses to look at the clock on the olive green wall, "eleven in the morning."
"Shut up man. I was thinking, maybe we should-er try to um, hey wait did you say eleven? I have to leave in an hour to babysit Ike."
"Yeah okay, so what were you thinking again?"
"Oh, oh yeah. Um I was thinking, s
SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.4 South Park not normal- STYLE chp.4SP-STYLE- Normal? chp.44 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Night I hesitated, but I wrapped my arms around Stan, and Stan did the same. Stan was warm, and he smelt really good, probably because he just took a shower, but he still smelt good. Stans breathing started evening out, He fell asleep. My eyes got heavier, and I soon fell asleep after he did.
I felt a weight on top of me. I also felt hot. I tried opened my eyes, and saw I wasnt in my own room. This was Stans room! I turned my head to expect Stan sleeping next to me, but I turned my head, and Stans nose touched mine. My reaction was to jump away, but I couldnt. My body felt to heavy. I turned my head back to see why I was f
Pip and Damien :: Ch. 9Chapter 9: An Old Friend Pt. 2Pip and Damien :: Ch. 93 years ago in Romance More Like This
At Pip's exit, Aerin looked around a bit awkwardly. "So "
"If you say anything about me needing furniture too, I'll kick your ass," Damien said out of the blue. Pip had mentioned that morning that Damien needed more furniture since the apartment was extremely bare. He just didn't want to hear it again.
Confused, Aerin just said, "W-What?"
"Uh," Damien turned his head away with a light blush; he'd forgotten Aerin didn't know anything about him and Pip's conversation, "nothing."
Silence settled in between the two friends. Damien could see the emotions of jealousy and worry Pip tried to mask, and it concerned him. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have let the blonde leave alone with that look on his face, but he knew he would've just gotten a quick lecture on being a good host and ended up staying at the apartment anyway. Confronting him about it would've been a waste of time.
"We're alone...in your apartment " Aerin said quietly, breaking the
Pip and Damien :: Ch. 8Chapter 8: An Old Friend Pt. 1Pip and Damien :: Ch. 83 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pip walked out of the high school with Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Butters, and Bebe, laughing about something Kenny said that made Butters blush like crazy. Nothing new, and Pip was happy for that. He could sense Damien's worry in the car when he was dropped off by the anti-Christ and had guessed it had something to do with the incident at the Church the day before, he knew Damien would be glad to hear that nothing eventful occurred.
The blonde waved at his friends as they walked towards their cars in the parking lot. Sometimes he hated that Dalia never got him a car or let him use hers, but for the most part he was okay with it, especially days like today. Damien had promised him that he'd pick him up from school. Pip looked around, trying to find the jet black Jetta approaching the high school but couldn't find it. Damien hadn't forgotten had he?
I wonder why Damien isn't here yet. He said he'd meet me. After waiting a f
You Belong With Me Ch.1Today is the first day of High School, and I'm extremely excited to see my best friend. The last few weeks of summer have been bizarre, I haven't heard from Kyle at all and have no idea where he is. He better give me a good explanation for why he's been ignoring me.You Belong With Me Ch.12 years ago in Romance More Like This
When I arrive at the school, I see my flaming, red haired best friend running towards me sporting a giant grin on his face. He locks his arms around my neck, and my face is buried in his curly hair. I can smell his pineapple shampoo and I let out a deep sigh of happiness. Oh how I just want to run my fingers through that hair of his.
"Stan! It's nice to see you again!" I place my hands on his thin waist and he pulls away to look up at me with those big, innocent eyes of his.
I can feel a blush tint my cheeks and it's not due to the cold weather. I've always kind of had a crush on my super best friend, but I've never had the guts to confess to him.
"Y-yeah, nice to see you, too Why didn't you contact me these las
Creek Oneshot"GAH! W-what are you doing here?"Creek Oneshot3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Craig shrugs and stares at me with those emotionless eyes of his. It's nine-thirty in the morning, and Craig Tucker is at my front door step. Craig has to be one of the hottest kids in school. He's so cool and can get away with flipping anyone off at random. He's emotionless and mysterious, and we are best friends.
"Can I come in?" He asks, causing me to jump.
"O-oh Yea!" I stand aside, letting him come in. Craig and I have been friends ever since third grade. I can't understand why he would want to be friends with me, though. When we were younger I didn't really think about it that much. But when we went into seventh grade, Craig began to grow while I stayed the same. When eighth grade rolled around Craig had grown a lot. He was taller and had muscles and girls loved him. He was popular. Me, I was small and skinny and awkward and I certainly wasn't popular.
Now, in ninth grade, Craig was one of the most popular boy's in school. All the girls lov