𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨 / 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲

"you're such a fucking bitch, you know that?" wendy yells, slamming the door behind her. she was sort of chasing after bebe, but not really since we all live together anyways. "rather be a bitch then a slutty whore!" bebe doesn't turn around at the sound of wendy's voice and continues her path towards the kitchen. heidi and butters stand dumbfounded watching intently. "everything clyde said about you was right. you're a dumb cunt who's only good for a quick fuck." wendy follows right behind bebe and catches up to her once she reaches her destination.

"and was that before or after his dick was in your mouth?" she responds, finally turning around and facing her. bebe's eyes are wild and dark. her curly blonde hair is thrown into a ponytail, which might come in handy soon if they keep this up. her chest rises up and down heavily as she awaits wendy's answer.

"fuck you!" she states. she puts all her force into the words and she grows closer to bebe, wendy's in her face with each syllable. "fuck you!" she yells back repeating wendy's actions aswell. "fuck you!" wendy continues their childish streak and bebe follows right after. their voices are so irritating, and unlike them obviously, i enjoyed the bonfire. they are ruining my mood and killing my high (my sober high for now).

"both of you shut the fuck up. separate or something! take a walk, go to your room, leave, just fucking get away from eachother!" i interject screaming. i am so tired of their shit. either they make up or they don't, either way they need to fight on their own time, in their own place.

the wounds are still fresh from wendy's betrayal obviously, it hasn't been long at all. 3 days? bebe was doing amazing by not fighting her, but this is annoying as hell. yes, wendy is cheating cunt but bebe needs to vent, fight her, or move on.

they both stare at me for a moment before returning to glaring at eachother. wendy looks back at me, then back at her, then storms out of the house. probably going to clyde's, or the neutral nichole. i'll probably talk to her later. right now, i'm going to heed my own advice and not bother conversating with bebe, heading to my bedroom. i have to decide what i'm going to get tolkien for his birthday anyways.

what could he possibly want? he can buy everything in the world. his birthday is too close to make him something of use, and i'm sure he doesn't want a macaroni necklace anyways. i can't get him anything super personal like a letter, i don't know him that well; but i don't want to get him some super generic, completely thoughtless gift.

i scroll through amazon before realizing that they can't ship it to the island, and it won't arrive to the vineyard within 3 days anyways.

i'll have to go to the vineyard and pick something out. they have to have something i can give him. i should have gotten something before we left southpark. ugh.

y: can i borrow the boat? i need to go to south beach for something?
t: Sure! What's the occasion?

y: nothing in particular, i just want to explore
t: I'll tell my parents to get it prepared.
y: you're the besttttt!

i quickly rifle through my still unpacked bags and collect a tote bag and a jacket. i don't think my tank top and shorts will be enough for the cold winds of the ocean.

as i go to leave, butters rushes through the door. "y/n, i have a problem!" he pants exasperated and exhausted. "oh, where are you going?" he quickly redirects himself and his attitude returns back to its commonly cheerful state. "south beach, i haven't gotten tolkien anything yet. want to come?" i ask him. i could use some company, and i haven't had the chance to really talk with butters yet.

"of course! i'd love to." he accepts and leaves my room promptly. i follow behind him and we make our way towards the dock, where our boat will be waiting. the sand coats the rubber part of my converse as we walk. it's one of the warmest days we have had as the island since arriving, and there is just a slight wind chill.

"hello gorgeous. and butters!" kenny chirps from the beach. he has sunglasses on, and his shirt off. enjoying the sun.

he is toned to the point where you can see his muscles, but not to the point where he's like a body builder. athletic, but not over done. his dirty blonde hair is a similar shade to the sand beneath him and it looks amazing when it's pushed back from his sunglasses resting on his head. his eyes are a grayish blue, like a stormy afternoon, but they have a distinct shine to them. glittery. he has silver hoops in his pierced ears and another one in his helix. they fit him well. he is definetly a silver boy and he knows it, wearing the same metal in the form of his chain and various rings.

he is another gorgeous south park man, but he is significantly different from the others. he's like a beacon of light and his presence just makes you want to smile. he's a constant source of light and warmth everywhere he goes, in the freezing mountainous lands at southpark, in the heat of the east coast island, it doesn't matter. whenever he enters a room the entire energy shifts. he is so fun and light hearted, but can hold a serious conversation if needed be. playful, flirtatious, amazing, adventurous, spontaneous. kenny is addictive.

"where are you guys going?" his curious voice snaps me out of my trance. "south beach! want to come?" butters responds happily. i see how he accidentally invited cartman now.

"sounds like fun. i'll come, if that's okay with you?" he asks me. he dusts the sand off of his t-shirt on the ground and quickly pulls it on, slipping his sandals on in the process. multitasking! "the more the merrier!" i'm the first to climb into the boat. i used to go fishing with my dad (by force), so i know the basics of operating it. the directions plastered on the side are also helpful.

"have you been out in the water yet?" kenny shouts at butters once we've all finally piled into the boat. it's kind of loud. "no! but i should. it's gorgeous out here on the sea." he looks out to the ocean in admiration. "i remember you loving it on the ferries too!" i jump in. i still can't believe he doesn't have a fear of water having been drowned and all that.

"how come you like it so much?" kenny questions him. "well you know. the depth of it, and also what it stands for. i think i mostly love the ocean though because it taught me that emotions can be deeper than just surface level, and that is what makes experiencing them so beautiful. like everything always has a larger meaning to everything. i'd love to go snorkeling sometime." he explains, rather poetically. "that was beautiful butters." i tell him shocked. i knew he was occasionally wise, but that was once of the most poetic statements i've ever heard. he should really start writing this stuff down.

"why thank you." he does a mock bow while sitting down. it's silent the rest of the way there, too loud for all of us to bother speaking again. "and we're here!" i exclaim happily. i brought 45 dollars in my bag so i hope the shops aren't too expensive, but i should be able to cover it nonetheless.

"where are we going now?" kenny looks around confused on the dock of the south beach. i quickly tie up our boat then join him and butters at the end of the dock and beginning of the road. "not quite sure." i respond and begin walking to the nearest store-appearing building.

theres a huge line of shops, all brick with great big glass windows showcasing their atmosphere and products. they follow close behind me, not wanting to get lost in the swarms of people crowding the streets. as i look through the big windows of cafes and restaurants i think back to butters entrance. what had him so irritated? what was his problem? my wandering mind comes back into focus as i spot what i hope is a gift shop, or any shop of some kind. "this looks interesting." i tell them before walking in.

the bell rings once as i walk in and they file in behind me. racks of clothing line the walls branded with various designs depicting the vineyard. other trinkets lay amongst them on the shelves nearby, also souvenirs for tourists.

the walls are a cute shade of salmon pink, but slightly lighter. a teal trim lines the walls and it's a bold color scheme that fits the style of the place. they have air conditioning too, which is nice amenity with the current weather.

as i walk through the store i keep my eye open for anything he might possibly like. i spot shelled necklaces, chains, and bracelets. mason jars depict ocean scenes, whether that be a beach or the depths of the ocean depends on which one you pick up. a row of animals are lined up ontop of the shelves for the trinkets. crabs, lobsters, seals, otters are staples amongst them. common cape cod animal life. they also have other plushes of the average animals. giraffes, bears, tigers, dolphins, parrots, kangaroos, monkeys, and lions.

my eyes rest on the lion plushie for what feels like hours, trying to come to a conclusion and why it sticks out to me so much. and then it hits me. whilst at a party, one of the first ones of the 8th grade year, i was so bored and preparing to leave. tolkien stopped me and we went outside away from everyone else and the smoke. 8th graders smoke a lot of weed. we got to talking, just mentioning basic things about ourselves, why we were there, stuff like that. i told him my favorite animal was a lion (cause it was at the time), and he brought up the time he broke into their confinement at the zoo and befriended a pack of them.

we also almost kissed but i don't mention that part a lot.

i walk up to the woman at the cash register and ask her about the stuffed animal and she confirms that they are indeed for sale. since they are ontop of the rather tall shelves, she has to grab a ladder from the back to retrieve it for me.

this is perfect. maybe a little childish, but it's cute! it is kind of like a jellycat plush, but it's a little more realistic. less cartoonish. i think it's grown up enough, and it makes a fine gift.

i also pick out one of the t-shirts for sale, and grab one of the puka-shell necklaces kenny has been eyeing for atleast 10 minutes. "butters, do you want anything?" i ask him before i go to the register. since i'm buying something for kenny (regardless if he knows it or not), it's only fair i get him something too. "not really. just looking around. i would like some ice cream though!" he answers.

i ring up my items, and then we get ice cream.

i got my go-to flavor, kenny got chocolate, and butters got matcha. he says he got it because he's never had it before and it's a day for adventure. he enjoys it. cones were only two dollars, and that's what kenny had in his pockets so he paid for himself. we didn't give him a lot of time to prepare, but he didn't give himself any either. i bought butters and he thanked me very greatfully. he left his wallet on the boat. hope it isn't stolen at this point for how long it's been unattended.

"you guys think of your parents and everyone else back home?" butters asks everyone as we slide into a booth. the dinner is like a beachy 50's style one. classical decor but with a cape cod twist, and aquatic color scheme.

"yeah. probably boring now that i'm gone. though it was pretty boring before." i answer. summers or any break for that matter, did get so boring at home. i couldn't drive anywhere. my friends would take me out, but not every day or weekend, so the wait between events was unbearable. only so many hours you can spend on your phone before you get bored.

"sort of. i don't miss them. i was actually dreaming about my mother last night though. she was with some guy that wasn't my father and she didn't have any kids and it was the happiest i'd ever seen her." he stares intently at the table while he speaks, foregoing his usual intense eye contact. you think with something like ice cream he would be back to his usual antics, but maybe he's taking a break. everyone knows about his home life, but not the extent of it. just that moneys tight and his parents are addicts, who are also country hick assholes.

"i guess when you're a kid you don't realize you're watching your parents grow up too. mine didn't change one bit." he continues. he laughs at the end of his sentence. "god i hate those fuckers but i still feel bad for them." he sucks on the inside of his cheek in disdain.

"i understand kenny." butters empathizes. his parents are fucking insane from what i now know. drowning your son? he's also come to school marked up, and constantly has to explain that he's grounded.

i'm very lucky. my parents are just protective, and not even to an insane extent. i am so grateful for them. my mom's a lawyer. dads- dad. he has a job, but it's different every week. he just goes where the wind takes him.

"i'm sorry kenny. you've turned out amazing for coming from such a tough situation." i say. the topics a little heavy now, but kenny quickly eases the tension. "you think so?" he teases. his eyes reach mine with a pleading expression. his head is tilted downwards to the point where they aren't begging eyes, just bedroom eyes.

"yes i do." i might be blushing a little, but not anything ridiculous. he leans back over to straighten his posture and slightly laughs under his breath at his own behavior, and my reaction to it. "you guys need to get a room." butters rolls his eyes, finishing his cone.

once we're all done we head back to the boat, then sail back home. not really sailing, just riding listening to the loud drum of the engine and the slicing of the water beneath us as the blades break the surface.

it's nearing sunset when we return and we part ways. butters goes home, kenny goes home, and i go out looking for wendy.

it doesn't take long. i guess she finds solace in the beach too. she's sitting with her arms crossed over her upright legs in the sand.
"so.." i take seat next to a gloomy wendy. "what do you think about all of it?" i'm referencing the obvious here. her little affair.

"i shouldn't have done it, but i don't regret the outcome." she mumbles with her mouth covered by her arms as she rests her head against them. "really?" i respond kind of shocked. you think she would have some regret. "i miss stan, yeah.. but not so much it crushes me. sometimes we expect so much from others because we would be willing to do so much for them and we get disappointed. i was constantly disappointed with how he treated me and i think my drunk inner conscious was looking for a way out, which was clyde." she adds onto her previous sentence.

they did have a lot of problems. they should have just broken up honestly, and done it way sooner. "i get that i think." drunk words are sober thoughts- maybe it's that same for drunk actions? "i do regret how it effected bebe though. she didn't deserve this." she completely buries her head in her arms.

wendy doesn't open up a lot about her problems. she'll converse about other peoples and has no issue giving advice, but she stays pretty private about her own emotional turmoil. "you don't deserve this either wendy. you were drunk, he was drunk, everyone was drunk that night." i console her and rub circles in her back.

"yeah." she mumbles through silent tears.

"but i still like clyde sober."

shit.