South Park One-Shots

Ten Lovers (Pt.1/11)

Blah. Jubyphonic -my senpai- has motivated me into writing this. Oops. Yes, I am writing 10 different endings for this. I don't know how that'll work but it will. [¬º-°]¬(Its based off the song but not literally it. No they are not one person with ten personalities as seen in the song, but ten separate characters as they are in the show. I just used each personality to place them.)

Number 1(Original)- Kevin
Number 2(Broken)-Tweek
Number 3(Sporty)- Token (.-. Idkokay)
Number 4(Tsundere)- Stan
Number 5(Sexy)- Gregory (yup >:3)
Number 6(Smart)- Kyle
Number 7(Mean/Animal?)- Craig
Number 8(Pervert)- Kenny
Number 9(Cute)- Butters
Number 10(CryBaby)- Clyde

This idea was great. (≧∇≦)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

You are (y/n) (l/n), and apparently, the cutest girl in the school. According to your best friends, BeBe and Wendy, the boys made a list ranking how cute the girls are. It was similar to the list that you guys made back in 4th grade, and that BeBe altered just for shoes.

They had found a way to steal it from Butters. He had disguised himself as Marjorine again, and the list was in his -or should I said, her- backpack. Wendy and BeBe took it as a chance of revenge, and quickly scanned the list.

You came out on top, as said before, and your two best friends came after. Heck, they even listed reasons why.

1. (y/n) (l/n)
Why: NotBitchy
Notslutty
Cute
(Add your own reasons here :3)

Unlike your description, Wendy's had 'a bit bitchy' while BeBe's had 'a bit slutty.' Every girl below them had similar descriptions.

"Assholes," you spat onto the grass, "Those judgemental freaks."

"Woah calm down (y/n). Its just a list," Wendy reassured you.

"Just don't become like Clyde. He became really arrogant. And I mean reallyarrogant," BeBe said.

"Does it look like I wanted to?" I duck face them. (Shout out to my home girl Paola over there XDDDDD)

( ˘•ω•˘ )Time Skip( ˘•ω•˘ )

It is lunch time. You had gotten in line first, just to avoid the boys. In actuality, you had been avoiding them all day. In class, they'd stare at you with a piercing gaze (this is so annoying). They felt like knives burying themselves into you.
As you walk towards the lunch table, you noticed that all the girls are looking at the list. You sigh.

"Hi," you awkwardly say.

"So looks like you ended up on top," Red scoots next to you, making you feel queasy.

What does she have that I just don't inside?
Now all of us are in love with the same guy.

"No shit, Red," BeBe pouts and Wendy rolls her eyes. As the others keep looking over the list, BeBe starts another conversation.

"So how does feel like being on top?" She asks.

"Bullshit," you reply cynically.

"I've noticed you've been avoiding them all day," Wendy changes the subject quick. She knows you too well.