Author's Note: Guys, after SWNP and The Future are done, so you know, I am leaving writing, and fanfiction, particularly South Park, forever - except for one more fanfic to finalize my old series. I sincerely apologize it has ended on such a harsh note, and I don't want to go into all of the details and reasons why I'm leaving, it's complicated, and to be honest, it might just offend some of you. It's not something any of you guys particularly did, it's something a lot of other people did that I'm not sure if you guys support or not, and admittidly, it's not all completely related to the story. Do not talk me out of it, I will not listen. This entire week Carsen, Mutt, Sera, Lucy and Amanda have attempted to do so. Budge I shall not. I shall not do it, even if the Gods commanded it.
I'll try to keep SWNP, the finale and The Future with my normally optimisitc demeanor in-tact...
The Story With No Plot
By JVM and Mutt13
Me and Kelly talked for a bit at the park of nothing in particular. Then split off, with me leaving a note that I'd see her at the dance later. School was let out about that time and I was lucky to run into Kevin, "Hey dude." he had a small, extremely nervous smile. I knew what that meant... something cool happened that could go wrong really fast. I hadn't seen that look since the Star Trek prequel trailer came out. "What happpened?"
"Well... I said yes to Red." I slapped him an (unexpected) high-five. He gave me a questioning look.
"Dude, I feel happy for you. Red's everything you ever wanted - kind, intelligent, beautiful, loyal and modest." Kevin still had an unsure look, "Something the matter?"
"Dude, imagine going on a date with your best friend!" Truly, me and Kevin are the closest around my little circle, but you know... everyone always picks someone over me for best friend.
"Lizzy already asked me out."
"But you're dating Kelly!"
"I said I'd think about it. That's not a yes."
"But it's not a no."
"Kevin, godammit..." I laughed and me and Kevin bought our fancy clothes together. Kevin bought himself a cheap but still fancy-looking tuxedo-type, and I got a suit. The kind you'd see the President wearing. It wasn't long before the dance now, so he called up Red and (while stuttering and suddenly haivng a thick Polish acsent... how the hell that work...