A Tale [SOUTH PARK OC X MICHAEL]

Chaptet Five; Mother's Home

Early monday morning, Mrs. Park was home from her work. Only for a day, but that day means cake baking and the golden girls and total recharging.

Mary chucked her suitcase down behind the couch and kicked off her heels. She plopped down face first onto the couch, just like what her dear husband does. She knows she has about an hour of silence before her beloved son wakes up for breakfast and then morning classes. So Mary sleeps, her brain fried from the constant use of different languages used on flights.

Around 8am, Morris patted downstairs, seeing his momma on the couch, drooling away. He doesn't wake her, instead gets out all of the ingredients for her sweet, sweet strawberry mocha cake as quietly as he could with the most loudest smile on his face.

He then trots up to his mother, putting a hand on her face. She always wakes up with a little gasp and a sequence of eye blinking, her hand over his once she sees her son's face.

"Where's Jerry?" She asked, sitting up.

"Work. He left an hour ago."

"How long was I out?"

"I don't know but it's 8am."

"Not too much then." She said, glancing over to the kitchen. "You want cake?"

Same shit, different day.

"Absolutely."

"Well, I, want golden girls." She says. "And coffee. And 8 more hours of sleep."

"Two of those things can happen now."

After baking the cake with her son and watching two-three episodes of the golden girls, Mary hauls herself up the stairs to her bed to sleep the rest of the day off. Jet lag is a bitch.

Morris, however, does a handful of tests to skip today's homework and lazily plops down onto his own bed, pulling out his phone.

He decides to check out Instagram for a bit, stumbling upon the girl he met at Whole Foods. Wendy, was it? She does have a pretty face. Morris follows her and decides to stalk her a bit. Payback for the grocery store, idk.

Oh, wow. She hangs out with a lot of people. Oh, hey there's that Craig lookalike. Stan. They're dating??? Oop, sis thats some tea. Blonde girl... who's she? Bebe? and Clide?? The dick from the basketball court?? Eww.

Speaking of Craig... follow. And the other kid from the basketball court... Token?? Cool. Follow. Now where's pussy coat? Go back to Stan... Oh, there he is. Kenny. Cool. Follow. Message.

□Hey
□it's the kid from the Chinese place.. 🏃🏽‍♂️💨
□I just thought that your parka kinda looks like a vagina....
□Pussy Parka 🤘🐱

● thanks man, your the second person to point it out.

□ whose the first???👀👀

● craig.

□ that guy is so chill.

● yes.

Thats the end of that dry-ass coversation, time to nap.

Morris wakes up, uncalibrated and fucked up. His phone is going off for a video chat. He throws it across the room, crashing off of his bed and onto the floor. He sits up, looking outside to see the sunset, the pretty reds dancing in the sky. Those are nice.

"Cake..."

Morris shuffles over to his phone, its screen protector now cracked and no longer going off for a video chat. He opens Instagram and goes through Stan's following, finding Cartman. He only messages him.

□ Butch deacon. Meet me 2morrow at recess or whatever u people have, i have ab apology.
□ although i dont mean it bc that shit wuz funny.
□ period.
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● im blocking u

□ it's cake you ass

● ur a fatass

Morris passed back out on his floor after being blocked by Eric fucking Cartman.