Teh Queen: Not much to say. A Style fic, if you don't like boy love, don't read it. Feel free to flame, I don't really take them into consideration

-One-

"You guys! Seriously! It's the coolest thing ever you guys!" Cartman ran towards his three friends that stood waiting at the bus stop. Six years may have passed, but whenever Cartman got excited it was like time hadn't passed at all.

"You're moving to Mexico?"

"That's not cool, the poor Mexicans! You're moving to Detroit aren't you?"
Stan and Kyle took their respective guesses at anything cool Cartman could tell them.

"You're mum's only charging $50 a night now? Please let it be true!"
This earned Kenny a bat across the back of the head from Cartman in disapproval.

"I was going to let you guys in on my super cool plan to totally humiliate the lunch lady, but if you guys don't wanna..." Cartman trailed off.

"Dude, she's obviously not as cool as Chef, but we don't hate her, why would we wanna be in on that?" Stan tried to reason.

"Because she charged me a fucking extra dollar fifty for a second dessert!" Cartman almost screamed. When it came to food, he got a little emotional. "And weather you guys like it or not, you're going to help me."

Cartman started to explain to them how he was going to sneak into the kitchen before class like he did whenever he wanted to steal Twinkies and set a trap in the cupboard so when she opened it silly-string would squirt her in the face. Cartman sniggered under his breath as he explained his genius.

"I'm surprised you even listened in science long enough to learn how to do that." Kyle noted, as it wasn't everyday Cartman could work out a pulley system.

"You're such a dumb ass Cartman! Someone could really get hurt, I mean, that stuff is flammable, and there's, what? Like three gas stoves in the kitchen?" Stan shook his head at Cartman's immaturity and allowed himself on the bus that had just pulled up.

"Just you wait and see guys, it'll be awesome, Kenny will help, won't ya?"

"Why would I help you?"
"Because, friends help each o
ther and don't let lunch ladies cheat them out of their fucking dollar and fifty cents!"

The whole scenario was more or less out of Stan and Kyle's minds as they made their way to the cafeteria after having English together. Neither would admit it to each other, but English was quickly becoming their favorite class as it was the only one they were together in. Since they started high school, the time they could spend together was either cut short, or invaded by Cartman's rants.

"Hey! Guys, I'd keep to the back of the cafeteria if I were you." Kenny had just jogged up to them, a half worried, have mischievous smile played on his face.

"Errr, sure Kenny, just after we get food." Stan grabbed Kyle's shoulder and steered him towards the Lunch lady, deciding he didn't want to know exactly what Kenny was talking about.
But it didn't take him long to find out. It all happened relatively fast. Cartman came bounding up to them, panting, asking if he had missed it, they spared a glance at the lunch lady who was bending down before-

BOOM.

Something in the kitchen had exploded, and the school erupted with screams.

"You fucking fat ass!"

"I can't believe you!"

Stan and Kyle shook their over weight friend, who also seemed taken aback by the large display of fire on the other side of the room. The fire alarm sounded, and people started to run. Stan grabbed Kyle's hand, if he was going to keep track of anyone, it would be him.

The roof above them started cracking slightly, large pieces of plaster falling on the fire behind them, eventually sealing it off.
Kyle wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help blushing furiously as Stan held onto his hand for dear life, there was something comforting about it, no matter how gay he thought it was. The pair couldn't even see where they were running anymore, until they reached a dead end.

"Shit, Kyle, is there anything behind us?" Stan said, rather flustered, pressing the walls in front of him that weren't there this morning. Stan just noticed how quiet things has gotten.

"There's a door here." Kyle replied, opening a door that said 'staff only'. It lead to the kitchen storage room, no connecting path. The boys ran back the way they came, the cafeteria looked like it had completely caved in. the pair became highly disturbed when they saw a familiar orange clad arm poking from under a chunk of roof plaster.

"Oh my God! Cartman's joke killed Kenny!" Stan said hysterically, pressing himself against the opposite wall.

"That bastard!" Kyle replied, following the corridor of rubble as far as it would go. "I think this is it Stan, you didn't see any doors or windows did you?"

"No, none at all. I think we're trapped." Stan mumbled regrettably, more to himself than Kyle.

"Eyyy! Stan! Was that you?" A voice sounded from beyond the plaster. Although it was muffled, the boys could tell the voice was yelling. It was Cartman.

"Yeah! Kyle's here with me, are you trapped too?"

"Too? TOO? You mean you guys have gone and gotten yourselves stuck aswell? Oh god damn it! You guy piss me off so much, I hate you gu-" Cartmans voice faded out in a rant. They really were stuck. But as Stan and Kyle glanced at each other, they weren't sure if it was quite a bad thing.