Yay, I updated ;D So uhm. If you review I will give you OREO UNICORNS FROM URANUS AND JUDE WILL MAKE YOU FRIENDSHIP BROWNIES ='D R&R please, your approval is my drug…well besides weed 8D I still haven't made my mind up who to pair Star with. Gahh either Ike or Georgie but now I'm thinking about Evan too or Tweek or Dylan. Also, now that I've introduced Lee into the story who says I should pair him with Stan and Jude with Kevin or Kenny? I'm not sure. Oh also. To cause less confusion I'm calling Red Goth Dylan and Tall Goth Evan like in most fanfics, because in Hey Hey, My My I called Tall Goth Derek and Red Goth Evan but that makes things way too confusing. Red is Dylan. Tall is Evan. Got it? Got it! Anywho I hope you enjoy Star's confusion between who's hitting on her or not. She's not a slut. But sooner or later she'll probably end up getting with each of the possible pairings and then settle on one. Sorry for the rushed ending I just really wanted to post something! And…I hope the story itself doesn't seem rushed. I don't think it does if you keep in mind that Star lived her childhood out in South Park so all the guys aren't randomly getting crushes on the new girl…like…they all knew her before so xD
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Disclaimer: South Park & Stain by Nirvana [best band EVER] are sadly not le mine =[
Stain
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck.
Well he never reads and he never draws.
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck, yeah
I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain
Ugh...
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck.
Well he never reads and he never draws.
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck, yeah
Georgie Wilson. Goth even in childhood; always with the hairspray, dyed black hair and onyx lipstick. He hasn't changed a bit. It's beautiful. Neither have the other five who sit with him inhaling nicotine, blasting Skinny Puppy and moping around. Fuck I missed their faces. Wait—five? There's one guy that I don't recognize, but who am I to say anything, I haven't been here in ten years after all.
"Star?"
My mind lazily flops back to Ike—he's still seated with his knees on either side of my chest, looking slightly unnerved. Unnerved that I sorta want to talk to my old Goth friends? Interesting. "Yeah?" I manage a tiny smile and absentmindedly—so absentmindedly—I stroke my hand across his silky cheek, the skin is just as warm and soft as I expected, and as soon as I pull away his face rouges. That blush, those blue eyes…how did mom ever convince me to leave this place?
"STAR!" Another teenage voice—presumably male—slices through the icy air. Georgie. Again. "COME 'ERE!"
I glance up at Ike awkwardly and quickly gesture towards the Goths. "I guess I should…" I stammer pathetically "Go and…umm…see them."
"Go for it" Ike grins—shyly?—and stands up, brushing snow off his torn up jeans as he lets me up.
Once I have both feet on the ground I trek over to the grove of rather dead trees that the Goths sit beneath. "Hey" I can feel my face—which is so goddamn white—turn scarlet, as scarlet as my frigging hair probably. Curse my pale complexion! I start gnawing on one of my glossy black fingernails uncomfortably.
"Are you just gonna stand there?" questions someone else, someone with a gravely, flat voice. My gaze leaves the snowy ground and lands on the speaker. Red Trudeau, well Dylan, but he goes by Red, or at least he used to. He's kept the long flat-black hair with the dull red dye pouring down from the roots, along with his fully-black attire, but that's expected.
"Sit" Georgie pats the log beside him and I slowly lower myself to sit on it. "Since when're you back Star?" He passes me a cigarette and I nod thankfully.
"Since today" I reply, flicking out my torch and lighting the smoke.
"Shit" Henrietta's eyes—toned purple with contacts—take me in. "You've sure changed." Henrietta never did care for me, I was always just that tagalong kid who wasn't quite Goth but fit in perfectly with the others. She was never hostile towards me, just…indifferent.
"I guess" I shrug halfheartedly and puff on my Export A cigarette. "How've you guys been?"
"Non-conformist" Smirks the tallest boy "Like usual, and you?" Evan Verlaine; 6'3 and stick thin, with sea green eyes, pallid skin, rouged lips and almost-shoulder-length dye-black curls. Beautiful. Oh right—he asked me a question.
"Uh" I find myself stumbling on my words again; it's hard to not be tongue tied around someone as gorgeous as Evan. "I've been…uhh…pretty…unsatisfactory"
"Pretty unsatisfactory?" Georgie brushes back a few shiny black strands of his hair. "That's a new one" I can't keep my eyes from his lips. Parted. Pouty. Painted the blackest black they can be.
I raise my over-plucked eyebrows "Why, how would you describe your life?"
He glances at the smoldering tip of his cigarette and then back to me. "A hell hole?" Dylan, Evan, Henrietta and the other boy nod in agreement. Who…is that other guy?
I guess he sees me looking at him because he meets my stare—sky blue optics lined with Kohl—and smiles lightly with pink lips. "I guess you never met me" His voice comes out emotionlessly, but that look he gave me—it speaks levels, he's not just another Goth. "I'm Lee"
I nod, my bright red bangs falling over my eyes "I'm Star"
"Falling Star" Georgie chuckles darkly and tosses his fringe so it splays out over his face. "Remember that?" I nod with a roll of my eyes. My childhood Goth name; Falling Star.
"Hey Star!" Bugs yells from across the pond. "We're heading over to Tweek Bros, wanna come with?" I chew my lip and dart my eyes from the Goths to the others. Well…that's what I like to think I did. But really my eyes dart from Georgie—with his sultry black makeup and sneer—to Ike—with the bluest eyes and the sweetest smile on the planet.
"I guess I'll" I bite down on my lip, almost wince and look up "ONE MINUTE GUYS! Um yeah, I'll—I'll see you guys around." Why am I so awkward? Such a fucking mess? Can't I just act normal for once?
"Definitely" Georgie deadpans, looking at me levelly; his onyx lips in a straight line save for the corner of his mouth which is lifting in the beginning of a malicious half-smile. He grazes a pale hand over my waist "Wanna come to Village Inn with us tonight?"
I turn to face the lanky boy and give him a smile/smirk of my own. "Sure" I purr "I'll see you tonight" Let's just say that I ooze way more confidence than I really have. I shake back my crimson hair and jog over to my four other friends.
"Huh" Theo muses once I reach them "I never saw Georgie eye-fuck someone that much before"
"I know eh" Vergil chuckles "I think he has the hots for you Star-Bar"
"Star-Bar?" I snort, ignoring his statement "Really Verg, really?"
"Yes Star-Bar, shut up. It's the only rhyme I could think up that quickly" I roll my eyes and can't help but smile.
"How about you all shut up!" Bugs snaps, but she's grinning and she's looking wild and gorgeous as always. "To Tweek Bros already"
"Yeah, yeah" Verg pokes his tongue out from between rosy lips and so starts our journey to the coffee shop.
It's only when we're in Tweak Bros that I finally realize that Ike hasn't talked since I acknowledged the Goths back at Stark's Pond. "You alright?" I ask quietly, nudging one of the ravenette's—actually, at a closer inspection his hair isn't quite black, it's just a really, really, REALLY dark brown with reddish undertones—pale shoulders. "Ike?"
"Yeah, yeah" He gives me what I assume is supposed to be a reassuring, carefree smile. But it comes out as a forced twist of that pretty mouth of his. "I'll—be right back" We haven't even been in the store five minutes but Ike races to the bathroom like there's no tomorrow.
I cock an eyebrow "Uh…is he usually that…weird" My voice cracks, I dab at my plum toned lipstick with the sleeve of my jacket nonchalantly.
"Ike's a weird kid" Bugs laughs, lifting an eyebrow—pierced through with one silver and one black barbell.
"Usually" Vergil continues Bugs' sentence "Not that weird though"
"The answer to this is really simple guys" Theo rolls his bright eyes and smirks "He is so totally jealous"
"Jealous?" I let out a one noted laugh. "Of what?"
"Of Georgie hitting on you" Verg exclaims, like he's just solved the mystery of the century "Shit. He is so totally jealous of Georgie hitting on you!"
"Ughh" Bugs sighs thickly and leans over the counter "I'll have a medium double-double Tweek" Oh, I didn't notice him there before. But lo and behold standing behind the counter, twitchy as ever, is Tweek Tweak.
"Tweek!" I drop my Goth demeanor and smile softly. "Long time, no see!"
"Jesus-Jesus Christ" Tweek manages to grin quickly before a twitch makes him grimace. "S-Star, have-haven't seen you in GAHH—a long-t-time" His hair is down to his collar bone and it's so spiked up and out—in punk fashion if he'd styled it intentionally—it looks like it hasn't been brushed in months, which is probably true. His skin is creamy and perfect save for the spots where he's picked wounds with cocaine-addict tendency and his mane is bright blonde as always. His eyes are as dark and warm as the bitter coffee he's currently gulping down. "C-Craig mentioned that you were c-coming back"
I'm not really sure what to say—fuck my fucking awkwardness—but I'm saved by the voice that slices through the coffee shop in a way-too-dramatic way. "STARLA, COFFEE'S HERE!" It's Theo of course, batting his eyelashes and shaking my cup of black Joe precariously.
I bite my lip and turn back to the blonde "I'll see you around Tweek" He gives me this look—I don't even know how to explain it…but for Tweek it's all wrong; calm and caring and such, I'm almost unnerved by what lies in those chocolaty irises.
"Nngh, s-see ya Star"
"Definitely" I try to return the look he's intently giving me but I think it comes out all flirtatiously. "We should have coffee sometime"
"Gahh, s-sure" Tweek replies, twisting the long fingers of one hand in his Tweak Bros uniform and tugging at his yellowy hair with the other. Despite his drug-addict tweakiness the blonde really is gorgeous. I feel my stomach tie itself up.
As I approach our table by the window I think. Why do all the boys in South Park have to be so fucking sexy? And why do I have to be so fucking…plain? Life isn't fair. I seat myself next to Ike. "Want your coffee?" Theo trills
"Yeah bitch!" I grin—always so good at covering up my emotions—and reach for the steaming cup.
"Verg, Theo, Bugs!" A girl who I vaguely remember approaches our table. She has long black hair and soft brown eyes. Lucy. Bugs' sister. "We've been looking for you all fucking day" She growls. Oh. Behind her are two other older girls. Lucky Day and Vivi Sykes, Vergil and Theo's sisters. "Come on" Lucy grabs Bugs by the back of her ratty Sex Pistols t-shirt and begins dragging her to the door. Not wanting to be dragged Verg and Theo give Ike and I helpless, confused looks and follows their siblings out of the coffee shop.
"What was that about?" I muse, sipping my coffee.
"Dunno" Ike says, he leans towards me and lets his dark bangs fall over his forehead.
"I guess it's just you and me huh" I smile and start chewing absentmindedly on a strand of my fire-engine-red hair.
And suddenly our eyes are locked and our faces are way too close for comfort. I can feel his hot breath my face and smell mint gum and coffee. His eyes are so goddamn crystalline. I gulp. Such a fucking meaningful look passes between us. "Hasn't always been that way?"
Before I even know what I'm saying I reply without missing a beat "Yeah"
And then he's holding my hand.
I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain
Ugh...
I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain, I'm a stain
Ugh...
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks
And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck.
Well he never reads and he never draws.
And he never sleeps 'cause he's got bad luck, yeah
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
I'm a stain
The sexy, hot OC's baby ;D
Bugs Montgomery & Lucy
Theo Sykes & Vivi
Vergil Day & Lucky
Isabelle Layke
Laura McCarthy
Kuran Montri [Don't worry, next chapter when Star's with the Goths I'll introduce him ;D]
Hope Tompson
Christy & Nathan Morejon
Emilie Griffiths
Zora Cody
Taylor O'Neil
Nate McCormick
Addison McVim [Oh, do you want Addie to be the same age as Star and Ike and everyone in this fic?]
~Right. So that's 13 OC's. I'm accepting 2-3 more. Submit before it's too late babes ;D
R&R please ;]