"You don't have to feel pressured to stay just because Clyde begged you to come over," the guy with the curly hair speaks to you in a gentle tone, leaning down to be at eye level with you and patting your shoulder. His eyes are such a pretty shade of brown, it reminds you of chocolate. "If you're uncomfortable then please don't stay just for our sake.""I didn't beg her!" Clyde sputters, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Do you really think I'm that desperate?"
"Yes," all of his buddies respond without even a second thought, causing him to grow embarrassed and look away from them.
"Oh, don't worry!" You chirp, trying to get over the fact that you're surrounded by such attractive men and one of them is touching you right now. "He only asked if I wanted to hang out and I said yes. I've been wanting to make some friends around here anyway." You feel kind of bad that they're ragging on him so much, even if it's a little funny. But if you didn't want to hang out, then you would have said no. You're sure he's faced rejection before.
"Team Stan already got to you," the guy with the fluffy, parted hair states as if it's obvious before sitting down right next to you. He fishes through the cooler and takes out a can of soda. "So you're in trouble. Hope they don't kill you." You wish you could tell if he was joking or not, but his tone and his face tell you absolutely nothing.
"T-That's not— ACK! Funny, Craig. She won't be able to tell that you're— GAH! Joking," the messy-haired blonde lightly chastises him, to which he mumbles something you can't quite hear before taking a sip from his soda. You wonder to yourself if this guy has tourettes, since he seems to have a couple of speaking tics. It's not like you judge him for it, it's not like he can control it, but you're curious.
The fellow with the arm braces chuckles before plopping down on the other side of you. He undoes his braces since he's not standing anymore and is quick to grab a couple pieces of fruit from the tupperware. "D-Don't worry about i-i-it. I t-think what C-Craig was trying to say w-w-was..." He holds up a chunk of kiwi. "Kiwi be friends?" Then a slice of banana. "W-We f-find you a-a-a-peel-ing," he adds, causing you to burst out into laughter at how silly those jokes are. Meanwhile, his friends groan and tell him that he could do better.
"I'd love to be friends with you guys!" You giggle, looking a bit pointedly at the sandwiches. You don't want to be rude, but whatever they have going on looks absolutely divine, and you are starving. You blink when one is suddenly put in front of your face, and you look up to see Craig (you think that's his name?)— he's not quite looking you in the eye, but he's offering you food so who are you to deny him? You take it gingerly, telling him, "Oh, thank you!"
Clyde grins at the scene, and you find it actually very sweet. Perhaps he's happy that you decided to give him and his pals a chance? "Oh, before I forget! You already know me, but these are my friends: Tweek, Jimmy, Craig, and Token.
"H-Hi..." Tweek greets you, a shy smile apparent on his features. Jimmy just gives you a toothy grin, Craig flips you off (maybe it's a habit? He doesn't look upset), and Token waves his hand.
"It's nice to meet you guys," you smile, taking a bite out of the sandwich you've been provided. A bunch of flavors burst into your mouth, causing your eyes to widen and a 'mm!' to come from your lips. Whoever made this thing is a genius. After you compose yourself, you talk once more. "I'm (Y/n), but I think you guys already knew that."
"We saw you on Kyle's picture last night," Token informs you, taking a handful of chips from one of the bags. "And that you beat Cartman in smash and he threw a fit about it. I bet he was trying to say that you cheated or something, right?" He snorts when you nod in response to his assumption. Maybe Token is really good at guessing, or maybe he just knows Cartman that well. Either way, it's pretty impressive!
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Pinku Cat Cafe [South Park x Reader]
FanfictionThe flight felt like it took days upon days to end... maybe it was because you felt too jittery to fall asleep for many hours and only successfully rested for about two. Your mother got you up at the asscrack of dawn (around 6:00 in the morning), an...