"Do you really want to go to this party?" Frankie groaned and rolled over from her back to stomach, pulling out her phone.
"Yes, Tweek really wants me to go." Frankie's best friend Craig sighed while flicking his hair upright in the mirror. Frankie opened up Snapchat and scrolled through people's stories.
"Lame." Frankie rolled off the bed and opened her wardrobe. "I hate having to wear anything other then pj's."
"I know." Craig grumbled and sat down on the bed, picking Frankie's open phone up. "Why do you still have Clyde on Snapchat?"
"-Oh, I don't know. I never block people." Frankie lied, shrugging her shoulders. Clyde and her had been fuck buddies for ages, they were both using each other so it didn't really effect her.
"He's such a fuckboy, you need to get into a relationship. It'll do you good. " Craig rolled his eyes as he looked into their chats. "He's dick is so small, what do you see in him."
"Hey, get out of that. I don't see anything in him. He's gross." Frankie snatched her phone back and looked at the photo. "Fuck your right."
"I'm always right. Hurry up and get dressed." Craig pulled his wallet out of his jeans pocket and began counting his money. "If you put in twenty we can get a case of white claws."
"Nah, I feel like getting shit faced. Wanna get straight?" Frankie raised an eyebrow at her best friend.
"Yeah, alright. Just get ready." Craig got up and threw the cash on her dresser.
"Alright, alright. Light me a smoke." Frankie grinned and headed for her closet again. She scanned through her stuff then finally landed on a black mini dress.
"Bit skimpy, but?" Frankie pulled the dress out and showed Craig, he nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
"Hot. You might actually get some dick better then Donovan." Craig chuckled as he handed the lit cigarette to Frankie.
"You are such an asshole, Craig." Frankie punched him in the arm as she took a drag of the smoke.
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"Look at Butter's go." Frankie giggled as she watched Butter's dance to wap. "He really doesn't have any shame, does he?"
"I think he's just glad to be invited." Craig shrugged as he took a sip of his drink.
"Who even invited him? Because I sure didn't." Tweek stared at Butter's. It was so awkward, he was the only one out there. "Oh my god, this is killing me."
"Oh, leave him alone." Frankie nudged Tweek in the side. "He's having fun."
"Sure looks like it." Craig let out a slight chuckle, his hand linked with Tweek.
"I don't think I can sit here and watch this much longer." Tweek rolled his eyes and walked away to the kitchen, Craig following after him.
"Okay, see you later then." Frankie rolled her eyes and headed for the living room. As she walked in she looked around at everyone. There was a group sitting on the floor playing uno. Frankie shrugged and headed over to them. "Hey, can I play?"
Everyone quickly looked up at her and studied her. They all had looks of confusion on their face as they tried to work out who she was. The group consisted of Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick, Eric Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, Wendy Testerburger and Jimmy Valmer.
"Hey, Frankie. Yeah, sure." Kyle scooted over and patted the floor beside him, she smiled and sat down.
"Did you just move here or something?" Cartman stared at her from across the circle, Stan quickly nudged him.
