Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]

The Boys

    You arrive at Kyle's house not too long later, the bag you have nestled in the crook of your arm. You use your unoccupied hand to knock on the door in a little beat. While you wait, you find yourself balancing on the heels of your shoes, wanting to see how long you can do so without falling. You instantly stop when the door opens, though.

    "Oh, (Y/n)! I'm so happy Kyle's taken to you already!" Sheila greets you in all her Jewish glory. She steps aside and allows you to walk in-- a polite woman, she is. "Gerald and I will be having a night on the town. I'm sure I could trust you if those boys get a little too rowdy, right darling?"

    You love her silly little accent. You've never heard 'darling' pronounced as 'dahling' before. It's actually kind of cute. "Thank you for allowing me to be here, Mrs. Broflovski. I'll do my best to keep everything under wraps for as long as possible," you promise her with a smile. You watch as she goes to the stairs, only taking one step up to call for her son.

    "Kyle! (Y/n) is here, you'd better not keep her waiting!"

    You wait for a bit, holding your bag with both hands in front of you. Sheila retreats to her room, presumably to start getting ready for her and Gerald's date night. You come to full attention when you hear footsteps coming towards you. You look up, and you meet the gaze of none other than Kyle Broflovski.

    He's an incredibly handsome fellow, with curly red hair that looks incredibly soft and kind, green eyes. His nose is a bit sloped, freckles dotting along his skin and some on the higher parts of his cheeks. He's tall and lean, dressed like you would expect from a handsome, studious character in a teen drama. He wears a mint green, cable knit vest on top of a collared white shirt, some skinny jeans, and a pair of white canvas shoes.

    You realize that the two of you are staring at each other sort of awkwardly, and you clear your throat. This is kind of weird, huh? "Uh, hey. It's nice to meet you properly," you tell him, cheeks a bit hot at how he's unapologetically looking at you. But, apparently, he doesn't realize that he's staring till you say something.

    "O-Oh, right," He stammers, growing embarrassed at how he's behaving. He walks down the stairs to be on the same level as you. Is he blushing or are his cheeks naturally a bit rosy? You're not sure. "It's nice to meet you too. I was just about to start making the appetizers."

"I didn't know you could cook," You say, impressed as you follow him into the kitchen. You hop up onto the island, swinging your legs slightly. There's a lot that you don't know about the kids in South Park, but you guess you'll learn eventually. But, still-- Kyle seems like a really good kid that younger people would probably look up to. Hell, you know his mom adores him.

"I could barely call it cooking..." Kyle rummages through his freezer and pulls out several bags of frozen appetizers, from potato skins, to mozzarella sticks, to wings. You chuckle at the sight of them-- it's quite a lot for just five people, isn't it? "I know what you're thinking. It's a lot." He sets the oven's temperature to the one he needs. It begins to preheat. "And it is, but Cartman eats more than half of all of this because he's a fatass."

You can't help but laugh-- even though he seems like a goody-two-shoes, he's kind of got a mouth on him, huh? You wonder how bad it is when he's around his boys. "That's kind of mean, Kyle," you lightly chastise him. You watch him put foil on a baking sheet and spray it with cooking oil. He starts to place the potato skins on the sheet.

"It's not mean!" He protests, redness crawling to the tips of his ears. "It's the truth! I can have five bags of these potato skins and he could probably eat all of them. He's always been like that." He seems kind of pouty that you called him out, which just makes you laugh more. Is he not used to being crossed? Maybe not, but it's all in good fun.