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"Oi, (Y/n)!" I groaned, hearing my cousin's voice down the corridor. I was staying with him and my aunt for the summer since I was looking at colleges near here, wanted to learn the area. "Come here, you little shit!" I slammed my laptop shut and stormed out of my room.
"Call me that again, and I swear to god, Eric, I am going to-" I swung open his bedroom door and immediately fell silent, freezing in my place. Eric had his friends over. Three of them. One was laying on the bed, his arms tucked behind his head while his feet were up on the wall, a red and blue beanie covering the majority of his black hair. Eric was sat one of two beanbags in his room in front of his TV, playing a video game with another one of his friends. The friend beside him, playing the game beside him, was wearing a green winter hat over his fiery orange hair as he tipped his head back and to the side to look at me out of the corner of his eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips. Finally there was the one sat at the desk chair, his legs kicked up on the desk - bright blonde hair, orange jacket, black jeans. All three of Eric's friends were staring at me, each of them somewhat surprised or entertained. I relaxed a little, they were all pretty cute...
"Stop staring at my friends." Eric demanded, smirking as he thought his teasing would work.
"Actually, Eric, your friends are staring at me." He paused the game and looked over his three friends.
"Ew! Stop, that's weird-" He shook his head. "Anyway, can you go get some pizza?" I stared at Eric, raising an eyebrow.
"Just go yourself."
"I have guests." He motioned to his friends, who'd all adjusted their seating positions to sit up straight. I rolled my eyes with a sigh.
"What do you want?" I waited for a moment for Eric to answer, but he was thinking. I scoffed, turning to leave when I felt the boys still staring at me, hearing a few whispers and minor movements. "Do you guys want anything?" A soft, welcoming smile crossed my lips, and I watched as the blonde boy at the desk had his face flush red.
"Mushroom and Pepperoni's fine." I stared at the red head, scoffing with a laugh.
"You're fucking weird." He chuckled and shook his head, leaning back on his arms as his eyes met mine, a smirk crossed his lips.
"I'm Kyle, Broflovski." I smiled, feeling my face heat up a little.
"Stan Marsh." I looked to my left as I settled myself to lean against the doorframe. The black haired beanie guy offered me a wave and small smile, looking me up and down.
"Well, Stan, any pizza you want?" He shrugged, looking over to Kyle on the beanbags.
"Nah, I'll just steal Kyle's."
I laughed and shook my head, looking over to my cousin, who was still thinking. I tilted my head with a cute smile as I looked to the blonde at the desk.
"And you?" Stan chuckled as his friend looked over to him, silently pleading for some form of help when talking to someone new.
"Just go with her to get then, Kenny-" Kenny...
"Oi! (Y/n)!" I turned my attention back to Eric. "Chocolate fudge brownie, two pepperoni pizzas, and some KFC." I stared at him, a smirk soon crossing my lips.
"Give me the money then." Eric stared at me as his friends chuckled.
"I'm not giving you the mone-"
"Then I'm not getting you the food." He groaned but stood up, going over to his desk and throwing his wallet at me. I took out the necessary money before pushing myself off the doorframe. "Are you going to come, Kenny?" The blonde looked up from his phone, his face flushed as he looked to his friends. They all nodded or shrugged.
As we drove back to the house, well as Kenny drove and I vibed in the passenger seat.
"So..."
"Finally met you." Kenny spoke, finishing my sentence and glancing over to me with a soft smile. I quietly laughed to myself.
"When'd you get the piercings?" Kenny hummed, sitting up from resting his cheek on his fist against the driver's door.
"A while ago." We pulled up to the house, Kenny switching off the engine.
"Hey Kenny." He hummed again, turning his head to look at me, tiredly as he rest his head against the headrest. I quickly pecked his cheek. "It was great to finally meet you after...what? two years of talking online?" Kenny shrugged, gently lifting my chin, his eyes meeting mine before our lips lightly brushed together.
Third Person POV
"Yo! Yooo! Look at this!" Cartman shouted across his room to Kyle and Stan. They wandered over to him, their gaze's following the route which Cartman's finger was pointing.
"Your cousin's car?"
"Nah, nah, inside."
"Is she...Kissing Kenny??" Stan laughed in surprise.
