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    Life had many twists and turns and surprises hidden all through it,
    but to life, these surprises were nowhere near surprising.
    This was especially the case when four nearly unrelated people
    all happened across the same building on the same day
    with the same organization, First Kiss.
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]Craig was currently inside the New York airport, trying to weave through the crowds
    to get to his luggage. He wanted to get far away from the airport as soon as possible.
    A team of football players had been on the same flight and they were more than
    annoying. Craig got absolutely no sleep and was prepared to fall asleep at any moment.


    Stan had been one of the luckier ones on the flight, getting more than enough sleep
    as he had adapted to sleeping around the other players on his team. Honestly,
    he wasn't too excited to be in New York - they had played a game here earlier in
    the season - but New York was still a pretty amazing place to be in. It definitely
    was not a place Stan only wanted to spend a few days in.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][so shall this start with the kiss thing? Or before?]

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8][before, like just a bit before]
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Would you like me to take your bags, sir?" a soft yet worn out female's voice spoke out. Wendy Testaburger had walked over, dressed in a mock flight attendant uniform. She worked in the air port for a part time job to get money to pay for her college expenses. Her long dark hair ran down from her shoulders and down her back behind her, her pale blue eyes fixed on him with a blank expression on her face.


    Kyle Broflovski however had been in the airport waiting for someone himself. He was waiting for his you her brother Ike who was returning from a trip from Canada. He didint know anything about Stan in this world, as he never met him. But he and Wendy both had a similarity; both of them would be doing the same thing to both strangers they're going to meet. Kiss.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"Only if you want to," he mumbled, deciding that he shouldn't waste to much energy on conversation. "I don't have much with me."


    Stan, as he was walking along, felt a tug on the back of his shirt. Turning back, a smaller kid stood behind him. "Sorry, but, uh, I can't see through this crowd. Do you see anyone with ginger hair or maybe a very bright green ushanka?" the boy asked, tilting his head. Stan then looked around, spotting two people that may fit the vague description. "Come on."
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Wendy nodded and simply took his bags, noting how over dressed he was and figuring he was coming from somewhere a lot colder than New York was right now. "Can you show me where you'll be going?"


    Kyle sighed as he pulled up his orange jacket's sleeve to glance at his watch. The Jewish boy was indeed wearing a green ushanka and his green eyes stood out with his matching colored hat. He was worried that Ike may have gotten lost or the flight had gotten delayed and he wasint aware of it. Where could he be?

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"Sure." He pointed past her to the exit sign. "I have a ride outside that's coming to pick me up."


    "Excuse me." Stan asked, coming up beside Kyle, "Does this belong to you?" he stepped aside to reveal Ike and the boy smiled.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Oh. I suppose the walk isint so far then, huh?" Wendy blinked and said rather sheepishly. Well, a job was a job. And despite that she doubted this would earn a tip she'd do it anyways.


    Kyle quickly lifted his head in confusion before his eyebrows raised in shock and surprise. "Oh my god-- Ike!" he cried out and quickly hugged him before pulling away to look at Stan in bewilderment. "How-- How did you--"

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"Thank you." he muttered, following after her with his eyes closed. The only thing keeping him from running into anyone was a sound of Wendy's footsteps in front of him.


    "He couldn't see over the crowd, asked me to look for you. I'm glad I could help." Stan gave a smile, ruffling Ike's hair. He always liked younger kids.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"I can see you're tired. Have a rough flight?" Wendy asked, seeming to notice him lagging behind with his eyes shut.


    "He usually gets himself in trouble or lost, I'm not surprised." Kyle said simply as he puffed out his cheeks in frusteration like a cute chipmunk. He quickly looked back up at Stan. Some thing felt oddly very familiar about him. "You're pretty overdressed for late spring weather."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"Very. Had a flight with a team of football players. They never shut up." he attempted to open his eyes to no avail. "I will most likely be sleeping all day."


    "I'm here with my football team. We just came from Colorado. Not sure if you know this, but it's pretty cold down there." he chuckled, shaking his head.
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Sounds worse than a girl sleep over." Wendy mused in amusement as she thought of it, a smile spreading across her face as she pictured a bunch of football players having a girl sleep over in the plane. "At least you can sleep on your ride back."


    "I actually never have been to Colorado. My parents met there though." He admitted with a frown. Though his mother was a born jersey who was used to warmer weather, his father had grown up around the Colorado area.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"Hopefully I can. But I don't want to be sleeping through the film fest later this week. It's the sole reason I came."


    "Maybe you should visit sometime. It's not the most exciting of places, but it's nice. Plus, you're legally allowed to smoke pot."
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Film festival?" We day wuickly had her attention grabbed. She loved film festivals and going to them more than probably anyone else in the city. "Are you an entry or are you just seeing it?" her voice seemed to rise with interest


    "Dude, are you serious?" Kyle blinked and rose his eyebrows. Well, this place certainly seemed very different from his own home city. Though he doubted his parent would allow him to go. They ought Colorado was too dangerous for some reason or another. Of course, a small town like Southpark and Kyle never even heard of the name. "Maybe. But I'd have to sneak over there without my parents' permission."

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"I'm an entry. One individual and one group." Craig finally managed to open his eyes, a smile spreading on his lips.


    Stan's eyebrows rose. "Parent's permission? How old are you? I thought you were my age."
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Oh my god, I go there every year to see the movies so I'll probably run into you--!" she had begun before quickly shutting herself up. She was cared of getting in trouble for not being professional on the job.


    "I am.." Kyle admitted in a not so proud tone, eyes lowering. However, his parents where too overprotective to let him to. He even had to take his college classes at home. "sadly it's not really my choice..." he admitted grimly

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]"I'd love to. I'll even point you out to the good movies." Craig smirked, stopping by the car he was taking. In the driver's seat sat a chubby brunette. "Thanks for carrying my stuff."


    "I don't want to get inbetween you and your parents, but that is seriously messed up." he stood in silence for a bit, looking back to the group of his friends and teammates. "Hey, they'd let you go to a football game, right?"
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]"Oh, hey no problem. I'm glad I could help a poor tired soul out." Wendy mused with a tiny smile, though she doubted he'd remember her after this, it was always so great to meet someone who liked something she did.


    Feeling extremleye embarassed as he realized not only this guy Stan and Ike where's listening, but his whole team of friends that he didint know. His face quickly paled as he felt pretty pathetic before giving a weak nod. Oh dear god kill him now, this was too much. He'd officially ruined his reputation.

    [align=center][font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=9pt]I had a dream [shadow=white,right]last night. [/shadow]The worst part of you [shadow=red,right]came to life.[/size]
    [size=8]You told me not [shadow=white,right]to run,[/shadow] that I would just be [shadow=orange,right]blinded by the sun.[/shadow]
    [hr]
    [font=arial black][color=black][size=8]He nodded, reaching into his pocket. "I never had someone carry my bags before, so I don't know what exactly to give you." He pulled out $30 and handed it over. "Keep it. I bet in your job, you don't always deal with the nicest of people."


    "Calm down. I'm the rookie. They don't pay attention to what I do." he gave a pat on the other's shoulder. "If you don't believe me, I'll bring you to our next game. No ticket needed. You're going in with the team."
    [hr]
    [font=georgia][b][i][color=black][size=8]And you dragged me [shadow=white,right]to the shore,[/shadow] said you had a [shadow=orange,right]little plan in store.[/shadow]
    [size=9pt]And then you [shadow=white,right]pushed me in,[/shadow] said you didn't [shadow=red,right]want me anymore...[/shadow]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt]Wendy's eyes widened. Oh wow, this was. This was quite the surprise. She'd never gotten so much before, it startled her. Her mouth agape as she held the money in her hand, she stuttered. "I... Wow. Thank you I don't think I can repay you properly, but--"


    Kyle blinked, even more stunned. Now he was a mixture of embaraassed and confused, the poor ginger. Well that was... Generous of him. Though he wasint sure if he did it out of pity for the whole thing about his parents. "wow uh, thank you...."