Excuses they have to see you/talk to you
Characters: Kenny, Kyle, Eric, Stan Notes: Hello South Park fandom. (Aged up characters)Not prooread.
Kenny: His poor ass can't afford spotify premium
We all know that this man is poor asf, c'mon. He couldn't afford any app that had anything to pay, I mean, his phone was really old and it was a miracle that it even turned on. As Cartman put it, "he had a potato phone."
He had admitted to himself not so long ago that he really really liked you. He didn't like you in a way that he wanted to have sex with you and just that. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, touch you, see you smile... So, he always looked for any excuse to see you or to talk to you. In class, he sat near you so he could hear your conversations with your friends. He really wanted to be with you.
That's when he overhead your friends talking about how you managed to hack a paying app and got it for free. (It was just an apk but they were still impressed). An idea clicked on his mind and he decided that in the next class he would ask you to hack that app.
The moment the bell rang he ignored his friends and made a beeline to you. You were packing up your things to go home and do your homework, but the blonde guy stopped you. "Hey..." He sounded kind of nervous, you raised an eyebrow confused. "I heard that you hack apps. "He smirked trying to hide how nervous he was feeling. You looked at your friends who were waiting for you, they shrugged they surely didn't tell anyone right? "I mean, yeah, but I can't do it to anyone, they can take down all of the hacked accounts." His smirk dropped so fast, he was about to drop down to his knees and start pleading you to hack that app (absolutely not because he wanted to spend more time with you) Until you agreed to do it. You told to him to meet up at your house so you could do it through your computer and the pass the archives to his phone. That day, he went back home skiping and smiling like he heard the best news of his life. His friend group looked at his so confused, why was he acting as if he was in a disney movie?
Stan: He reminds you of a wet dog, somehow.
He was doing his homework while listening to music, however he started to get bored. Why was homework obligatory anyways? He decided to go out for a walk, he put his headphones on and went out his house.
He felt the cold air hit his face, it was somewhat comforting. He made his way to Stark's Pond, away from his house. As he approached the lake he saw a very familiar figure crouching. He squinted his eyes and he realized it was you. Oh no... He started feeling sick, not in a bad way, of course. He tried to calm himself down, he didn't want to puke in front of you; that would make him look like a total loser! But he also didn't want lose this opportunity to be with you, and alone. As he approached you his eyes turned to the small creature that was between your hands. A small puppy whined between your soft hands as you pet it. Oh how he wanted to switch places with the small canine.
Nowadays, he has that day marked in the calendar beucase he had managed to talk to you and have a whole conversation without puking! Kyle overheard you telling your friends how people shouldn't abandon their pets in the middle of the road. He told that to Stan and both of them started a whole ass FBI research about animal shelters near South Park so Stan could talk to you about it.
After finding the perfect one, he sat next to you at lunch and told you about it. You looked really exicted to go there and he subtly suggested you to go with him. The moment you accepted he excused himself and ran as fast as he could to the nearest bathroom.
Kyle: He relies on you when Cartman starts an absurd debate.
Another day another stupid debate at class. Cartman was now saying how the people of the united states have been living in their lands since the beginning of times. And as always he didn't know what he was talking about. Kyle tried to confront him saying how he was making everything up, but he gave up as soon as he got insulted.
You were getting really, really annoyed. It was always the same thing in history class. The teacher would say what you all were going to learn that day, Cartman talked out loud and started a debate. Most of the time it would be about how the Jewish manipulated everyone into thinking that they were the victims. Anyways, this time was really stupid, and you decided to step in. "Cartman, in which state are we?" You asked out loud, everyone looked at you as if you asked the dumbest question ever, this was part of your plan though. "Colorado, duh." He said with a confident tone. "Okay, the name is in spanish, why? Because the spanish were here before you, and in the east side; the British. Oh, and before that, the native americans were here." You explained calmly, you wouldn't let him get to your nerves. "Oh yeah? And how you explain that I'm speaking english right now?" He fired back with a nervous and angry tone. Before you could speak, Kyle talked. "That doesn't matter, fatass! Just admit that you're wrong, I wanna go home." He said. "Shut up you fucking manipulative Jew!" You sighed and rolled your eyes, "he's so fucking retarded." You said and Kyle, who was near you, agreed.
After class, Kyle approached you, he put his hand on your shoulder and smiled to you. "Thank you for helping me in history class." He was red in the face, for him, you were like a greed god/goddes, you were smart, pretty, calm... He admired you so much, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance with you. Anyways, you smiled to him and told him that it was nothing. "I just read books, not like Cartman." You said and he laughed.
From that day, he started offering you to go to the library together and suggested to study together. He liked to be with you and talk to you, he felt like he could be himself and express his concers and have deep talks with you. Every night he dreamed about holding you in his arms to sleep. AHEM, he started to talk to you more and prayed to every singled existing god to make you notice him in the same way he noticed you.
Cartman: Your grandma is cupid now.
You always had a bunch of candy inside you backpack. Why? You didn't even know, honestly. Every time you visited your grandma's house she always gave one candy, 'in case you were hungry at some point and you couldn't eat properly.' She always was worried that you had eaten properly, because, in her opinion, you were too skinny. You weren't. It was just her grandma-vision that saw everyone too skinny. You ate properly every day and ate healthy, you weren't too fat nor too skinny. Just how a human body would look.
However, one time, you stomach growled more than usual. You took out one of your grandma's candy secretly so the teacher wouldn't see you eating in class. Unfortunately, a bored fatass- oops sorry, I mean Cartman. He was looking around maybe wondering who his next victim was going to be or thinking about how to exterminate jews without his mother trying to stop him for the 100th time. From the corner of his eye he saw you taking out a small candy from your backpack. He smirked, should he blackmail you? Or trick you into something that benefitted him the most? It was you we are talking about here. In his words, he somewhat tolerated you, but everyone knew that he liked you. He was very obvious with it, to be honest. Like always picking on you or mentioning you into every single conversation or speech.
Now, after class, he approached with that shit eating grin of his and poked you shoulder to get your attention. "What do you want?" You said suspiciously, you knew that Cartman always found his way for everything. "Do you have candy to spare?" Of course he saw you and of course he would ask you to have some. You told him that you didn't have more, which was an answer he didn't like. He walked away annoyed, he really wanted that candy. Or did he just wanted an excuse to talk to you? ... Both, probably both, but the candy had more priority.
So, he started sitting next to you in class, hoping you would give him some. You refused to let him win what he wanted, but after some weeks of him talking your ear off about how he wanted to get elected class delegate or how he wanted to ruin Kyle's day, you gave up. "Okay, if I give you the damn candy will you shut the fuck up?" You whispered annoyed, your eyes darted to the teacher who was boredly explaining some equations, you wanted to punch that smirk of his. He had won the battle. He tried to ignore that tingly feeling he sensed when your hand brushed his as you gave him the candy.
From then on, he sat next to you in every class, not only because you gave him candy to shut up, but also because he got the chance to talk to you and nobody (except the teacher) interrumpted you two.
















