kenny_lover98 wrote:Do you have a link to the whole thing? I read the first part, and I know I missed a WHOLE lot.
Here ya go.
Jimmy made corn into crack? THEN HELL YES, I CARE![/center]
Tweek anxiously twirled his tassel with his index finger. He began swinging it back and forth, making sure not to accidentally pull out any of the small white strings.
“J-Jesus, I g-gotta relax,” he whispered to himself, attempting to calm his nerves.
“Tweek!” a voice cried.
“AHH!” Tweek sprang up from his chair. His arm jerked, causing him to rip his tassel off his hat. He looked down and clenched it tightly. “GAH! NOT AGAIN!”
Wendy walked up to him. Tweek didn't say anything, and instead held out his arm, the tassel dangling from his hand. Wendy smiled and took it from him.
"I'll fix it for you," she said, taking off his hat.
Tweek watched as Wendy carefully hooked the tassel back onto his hat. She handed it back to him.
“C’mon, honey, let’s join the others,” she said, grabbing his hand.
Cartman walked around, constantly pulling at his gown. He growled and felt like ripping it off.
"This thing is so f*cking uncomfortable!" he shouted, throwing his hat at the wall in anger.
Butters came over and looked at his boyfriend.
"W-well, that’s because i-it's on backwards, E-Eric," he laughed and picked up the hat, placing it on Cartman's head once again.
Cartman stared sheepishly, pulling his arms into the sleeves and turning the gown around.
"Well, it’s too baggy on me," he complained, trying to look for a good excuse.
Butters smiled and hugged Cartman around the waist, leading him cheerfully to the rehearsal room where everyone was waiting to go on stage later on.
They walked through the door and joined the rest of their class. Everyone was huddled together. Some girls were busy fixing their hair and make-up, while others were taking group pictures and giggling. The boys sat around, talking and laughing. Everybody was cheerful and in an upbeat mood.
Cartman spotted his two friends and walked up them. “What’s up, fags?” he asked, slapping both of their backs simultaneously.
Kyle jolted in shock. “Dude, get your hand off of me.”
“Ooh, sorry,” Cartman said sarcastically. “I didn’t know that only your boyfriend was allowed to touch you.”
“Dude, shut up,” Stan said in Kyle’s defense.
Cartman’s hands slid off their backs. “Jesus, you guys suck. It’s graduation, for God’s sake. Do you guys have to be such whiny bitches?”
“Shut up, fatass,” Kyle said.
Cartman laughed. “By the way, where’s the poor kid?”
“I haven’t seen him since this morning,” Stan said.
"Really?" Kyle asked, "I thought I saw him in the dressing room maybe half an hour ago. He and Token were...talking.."
The four boys looked at each other and had a feeling of what may be going on.
"I nominate Stan to go find him," Cartman grinned.
"That's bullsh*t!" Stan whined, "I always have to do stuff!"
Butters, of course, agreed with Cartman, and Stan sighed, accepting his unwilled nomination. He walked slowly to the dressing room, hoping that he wouldn't see something that he didn't want to see.
He opened the door slowly.
"Kenny?" Stan asked. "Token?" He pushed the door open and stepped inside the dressing room. It was pitch black, but Stan made sure not to bump into anything.
He placed a hand on the wall and felt for the light switch. After successfully managing to find it, he flipped the switch.
He looked around the room, but there was nobody to be found. It was just a plain dressing room with a bunch of changing stalls.
"Stalls." Stan realized. He began slowly opening each curtain, and each one was vacant. As he opened each one, he could hear the sounds of, what seemed to be, moaning. It grew louder as he neared the last curtain.
Stan tore it open.
"Goddammit!" Kenny threw his gown over himself, his face bright red.
Token glanced up and gave Stan a look.
"Uh.." Stan blushed, covering his eyes and sighing, "Sorry, but we're gonna be marching in a while."
"Well give us a f*cking minute!" Kenny stood and groaned, sounding annoyed.
Token was still silent as he pulled on his clothes. He exited first and began walking out. Stan walked with him.
"You were on bottom, weren't you?" Stan muttered.
Token looked at his feet and hurried out of the dressing room.
Kenny caught up with Stan.
“You didn’t see anything, got it?” Kenny asked.
“Got it,” Stan echoed. The two of them made their way back to the rehearsal room in silence.
“So…how’s your sex life?” Kenny couldn’t help but ask.
“My what?!” Stan asked in shock. "Dude…that's none of your business!" He started to blush again, but Kenny just smiled.
He chuckled. “You and Kyle should join me and Token some time. That would be so hot.”
Stan shook his head, completely ashamed. “Sick bastard.”
They re-entered the rehearsal room, where everyone was now lining up.
“Dude, over here,” Kyle called.
Stan walked over and squeezed Kyle's shoulder.
"Excited?" he asked.
Kyle nodded, a small grin on his face.
Cartman, in the back, was shoving Craig. Clyde smacked Cartman in the back and tried to get him to stop. Kenny came up and pushed both Craig and Clyde away.
"Hey, hey Cartman!" Kenny threw his arms around his friend's neck, "How's the action with Leo, eh?"
Cartman glared at him.
"Alright, Butters," Kenny turned, despite the teachers that were telling him to shut up and get in line, "How's tubby?"
"You’re b-breakin' my balls, Ken," he replied and shoved him back into line.
Stan looked back at them.
"Shut up!" he hissed, "We're marching!"
The students began to walk, one slowly after the other. Nervously standing in the back of the line was Pip.
"Oh my," Pip said uneasily. "I do believe I've got butterflies."
Damien smiled and patted him on the back. "Relax, darling. All we have to do is walk out there and wait to receive our diplomas. It's not a big deal."
"I suppose you're right," Pip said, smiling. Damien, however, could sense his boyfriend's anxiety. "Oh Damien, hold me."
Pip threw his arms around Damien and hugged him tight. Damien laughed and did the same.
"C'mon, let's go," Damien said after they let go of one another. They followed the others onto the stage.
The class stood, looking over the crowd. Parents were smiling, waving and crying. Younger siblings looked bored. The teachers looked relieved.
Mrs. Garrison walked over to the pedastal and placed her hands on either side and then leaned forward, placing her mouth near the microphone.
"These wonderful kids have been going to South Park Elementary, Middle School, and High School for a long, long time. We're all very sad to see them go, but proud that they've put so much work into everything. Like anti-smoking, getting rid of goobacks, coaching kid's hockey teams and so much more..."
The boys exchanged glances sheepishly.
"Now...we'll have our own Mr. Stotch give us a quick speech. After that, Mr. Broflovski. Butters, come on up."
Butters walked up and Mrs. Garrison muttered, "Godspeed."
The blonde glanced around the auditorium and cleared his throat.
"A-All of us are very excited to be here today," Butters began. He awkwardly adjusted the microphone as he continued. "B-because it's graduation, and that sure is excitin'."
Cartman slapped his forehead and shook his head. "Please don't screw up," he thought.
Butters began to ease up as he spoke. "Why, just the other night, I was talkin' with my boyfriend," he said, glancing over at Cartman. "A-and I asked him, 'Are you excited about graduation, Eric?' and he said, 'Yeah, I guess, even though it's just gonna be a gay ceremony with those son of a bitch-"
"Okay!" Cartman interrupted as he rushed onto the stage.
"B-but I was just gettin' to the good part, Eric," Butters said, unaware that he was still speaking into the microphone.
“That’s all right. Let’s just go,” Cartman said, grabbing Butters’ arm.
Butters refused to move. “L-let me just-"
Cartman placed a hand on Butters’ shoulder. Butters turned to him, despite his confusion. Cartman moved closer and kissed Butters on the lips. The audience gasped. Some people cheered while others turned away in shock.
Mrs. Garisson hurried over to the podium. She pulled the microphone to her mouth. "Well, um...let's have Kyle Broflovski give us all a speech now. Mr. Broflovski?"
Butters and Cartman smiled at each other. They held hands as they walked off the stage. Kyle walked up shortly afterward.
He straightened his gown and sighed, giving annoyed looks to both Butters and Cartman. Cartman flipped him off.
Kyle looked at the crowd.
"All these years in South Park have molded us, changed us, into people who we ourselves can be proud of," he began. "We've found friends, enemies, lovers. It feels like yesterday, I was sitting in preschool fighting with Cartman, and playing blocks with Stan, and er...talking with Kenny."
Kenny pumped his fist.
Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled back at the crowd.
"I'm sure that we're all going to leave or stay in South Park with lots of knowledge and expertise in so many different things. Someone could become, say, a doctor. A worker in construction. A porn star. Anything. But we'll always remember--"
His eyes became glassy and he rubbed them quickly, glancing back at all of his friends.
"We'll always remember the great times we had. Together."
"FAAAAAAAG!" Cartman hollered. His fellow students, and even some members of the audience, tried to contain their laughter. Kyle glared at Cartman.
He turned to face the audience again. "Excuse me," he said, eagerly stepping off the stage and walking toward Cartman.
Cartman was laughing hysterically as Kyle neared him. He suddenly grabbed Cartman by the collar. He gritted his teeth and made a fist.
"Whoa, dude! Take it easy," Stan said as he quickly approached Kyle and grabbed his clenched fist.
Kyle didn't take his eyes off Cartman, but he finally began to relax his fist. He slowly let go of Cartman's collar. Cartman stared with a somewhat frightened expression. He sheepishly walked back to his spot.
Stan patted Kyle's back. Kyle smiled at him and walked over to where the rest of the class was sitting.
There was an awkward moment of whispering amongst the audience. Mrs. Garrison once again ran up to the microphone. "Okay, then...thank you. Let's just give out the diplomas now, shall we?"
One by one, the kids were called up. Each did their own little catch phrase or movement as they took their diploma. As Kyle and Stan recieved theirs, the two kissed and their friends cheered.
Butters nearly fainted as he got his, and Cartman dragged him off-stage.
"Calm down!" he shouted at him.
As Kenny came up to get his, a light beam happened to snap and was swinging down towards the stage. Everyone ducked.
"Oh my God, you killed Kenny!" Stan screamed.
"You bastards!" Kyle shouted.
The diplomas were still passed out as Kenny's mess was quickly and quietly cleaned up.
Once the ceremony had finally come to an end, Mrs. Garrison stood up and spoke triumphantly. "Let's hear it for the graduates!"
Everyone clapped and cheered wildly. The audience gave a standing ovation as the graduates began tossing their caps into the air.
Parents rushed to their children, giving them flowers and hugging them tightly. Throughout everyone's celebration, one small boy sat alone quietly. He held a blanket in one hand and a bottle in another. He looked around at the crowd of people, wondering if his parents would be able to find him.
"Charlie!" Wendy called out. The boy turned his head sharply and smiled when he saw his mother waving.
His bottle dropped from his mouth. "Mama!"
Wendy hurried over to her little boy. She dropped to her knees and kissed him on the cheek. She lifted him up into her arms. "Where's your brother?" she asked.
The boy looked around and pointed with his index finger. "Daddy," he said.
Wendy turned and smiled when she saw Tweek walking toward them with their other son in his arms.
"H-hey," Tweek twitched, coming up with Hayden.
His son was trying to squeeze out of his arms and was kicking him with little feet. Tweek freaked out and set him down. The boy ran over and hugged his mother's legs.
"Mommy!" he shouted.
"THESE KIDS!" Tweek shrieked, "THEY'RE WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"
Wendy chuckled and patted him.
"Don't worry, darling," she said, "They'll grow to love you even more eventually.
Terrible images of teenage years went through his head. He suddenly remembered the sleepover.
"They're only allowed to play with girls from now on," he mumbled with his teeth clenched.
Wendy stared, wondering what in the world he was talking about. She shook her head and laughed, picking up both her children and pulling Tweek over to her parents.
"Congratulations sweetheart," Mr. Testaburger said, throwing his arms around Wendy. Wendy returned the hug with one hand, since her other hand was gripping onto Charlie's hand.
"Thanks Dad," Wendy said as she pulled away.
Mr. Testaburger glanced over at Tweek, who was keeping a watchful eye on Hayden. "Congrats to you as well, Tweek."
"Ahh! Th-thanks sir," Tweek said nervously.
Mr. Testaburger laughed. "Oh Tweek, I've told you dozens of times, but I'll say it again. You don't have to keep calling me 'sir'."
"Y-Yes sir," Tweek replied instinctively.
"Especially since you and Wendy will soon be husband and wife in just a few more years," he went on.
"I-I know," Tweek said.
"Oh, and one more thing, Tweek," Mr. Testaburger said. He gestured for Tweek to step closer, which he did, although hesitantly. His voice lowered to a whisper so no one else would hear. "From now on, use a condom."
Tweek's face turned red instantly. He didn't know what to say, so he just quietly nodded.
Mr. Testaburger smiled at his future son-in-law. "Well then, I guess we'll leave you and Wendy to go join your friends now."
Wendy gave both Charlie and Hayden each another a kiss on the cheek before walking away with Tweek.
"Be on your best behavior for grandma and grandpa," she said.
Her two sons glanced at each other for a brief moment. They smiled as they waved to their parents.
Tweek and Wendy walked hand in hand to join their class.
Kyle and Stan stood nearby, talking to their own parents. Randy and Sheila both silently disapproved of their sons being together, but Sharon and Gerald couldn't be happier.
"Congrats," Shelley frowned at Stan.
He smiled at her.
"Thanks, sis," he threw his arms around her.
She shoved him off and walked away, looking annoyed. Stan chuckled.
Kyle grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Butters and Cartman walked over.
"Hey, fags," Cartman sighed, "How's it going?"
"Fine," Kyle rolled his eyes, "We all still on for-"
"H-heck yes we a-are!" Butters stammered.
"It'll be kickass," he said.
Tweek and Wendy came over.
"Are we still going on the trip?" Wendy asked cheerily, "I heard you saying something about it."
"It's all planned out," he said, "Damien and me are driving the cars. We just haven't arranged seating."
"I call shotgun," Cartman said immediately.
"Let's wait 'til tomorrow to figure that out, fatass," Kyle rolled his eyes.
"The senior trip," Pip smiled, "I'm finally invited to go somewhere!"
Damien smiled at him, putting a hand on his back.
"Of course," he said, "If you weren't going, I wouldn't go. I would want to stay with you and we could-"
Pip shushed him quickly, giggling and blushing.
"BILLY! Tell your friends to huddle together. I'm taking a picture!" Stan's grandpa said as he wheeled himself toward them, waving the camera around in his hand.
"Grandpa, do you even know how to work a camera?" Stan asked.
"Dangit, Billy! Shut up and smile!" Grandpa ordered.
Stan rolled his eyes. "Guys, my grandpa wants to take a picture of all of us."
"Oh boy, I love takin' pictures," Butters said with his usual optimism.
Cartman threw an arm around Butters. "You're such a little gaywad, Butters."
"I-I am?" Butters asked.
"Look who's talking, fatso," Kyle scoffed jokingly. Cartman pretended not to hear it.
All of the kids grouped together for the picture.
"All right, on the count of three," Grandpa said. He attempted to steady the camera in his hands. He looked through the lens. "One, two, thr-"
Just as Grandpa was about to snap the picture, Cartman happened to "accidentally" give Kyle a little shove, causing him to lose his balance and fall backwards. Stan, who had an arm around Kyle, came toppling down with him. Pip, standing behind them, shakily tried to move out of the way, but was unsuccessful. He fell to the ground, causing Damien to fall as well.
Cartman laughed uncontrollably as all of this went on. Butters frowned and decided to give Cartman a taste of his own medicine. He pushed him slightly, and Cartman, taken aback, crashed to the ground. Butters unintentionally ended up falling down with him. Everyone started laughing. They all laid there, not even trying to get up, because they knew that they would just wind up falling again.
"AAAHHHH!" Tweek suddenly screamed. "IT'S LIKE AN ORGY ALL OVER AGAIN!"
The End ;D
Jimmy made corn into crack? THEN HELL YES, I CARE![/center]
Total_Beefcake wrote:"FAAAAAAAG!" Cartman hollered. His fellow students, and even some members of the audience, tried to contain their laughter. Kyle glared at Cartman.
I laughed my arse off at this part!
Thank you guys finally, for the epilogue! It was a fantastic conclusion to an epic love story!! I will have both parts to the story bookmarked on my browser so I can re-read it. Again!!
*Puts on a Cartman voice* I love you guys!
A couple of things seemed a little off though. First, Kenny's "accident" seemed like it was thrown in as an afterthought just for the sake of including it. It might have been funnier if he had died in a slash related incident, given the theme of the story (but I probably don't have to go into detail). Secondly, both Tweek and Wendy's parents seem to be seriously under reacting to the fact that Tweek knocked Wendy up not once, but twice.
Third, not so much an inconsistency, but a suggestion for the final scene. It would have been funnier if everyone was writhing and groaning in pain after falling on top of each other. I'm sure that speaks for itself.
Anyway, glad to see you've finally wrapped this up, but next time don't take so long to finish! (And yes, I mean that as a compliment.)
Kyle the Skeptic wrote:A couple of things seemed a little off though. First, Kenny's "accident" seemed like it was thrown in as an afterthought just for the sake of including it. It might have been funnier if he had died in a slash related incident, given the theme of the story (but I probably don't have to go into detail).
Jori wrote that part, so...
Kyle the Skeptic wrote:Secondly, both Tweek and Wendy's parents seem to be seriously under reacting to the fact that Tweek knocked Wendy up not once, but twice.
XD I know. But I figured that, since the epilogue is about two years into the future, they had plenty of time to cope with the fact that Wendy and Tweek are soon-to-be-wedded parents.
Kyle the Skeptic wrote:Third, not so much an inconsistency, but a suggestion for the final scene. It would have been funnier if everyone was writhing and groaning in pain after falling on top of each other. I'm sure that speaks for itself.
Aw man, I wish I thought of that. That would've been a better ending.
Kyle the Skeptic wrote:Anyway, glad to see you've finally wrapped this up, but next time don't take so long to finish! (And yes, I mean that as a compliment.)
We'll try. :B
Uh nevermind, forget I said anything.
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