A Roof Over Your Head (Sharon x Carol South Park)

Chapter 1: Winds of Change

A new beginning has come for Sharon Kimble. The young woman drove into her new home's driveway, parking and getting out of the car. She breathed a deep sigh and looked at the lovely Colorado landscape on the horizon. Recently moving into the area was a decision she wanted to do so badly, owning a two-floor house now in the midst of snowy climates and tiny communities that just bustle with life, or so she heard. Her trunk popped open as she found a pair of keys and a box of things she brought for her home, opening her door and viewing her home now that it's hers now

Her only response was a smile, unable to contain her happiness now that she truly was an independent individual. Sharon opened her door, opening the box of simple ornaments and lamps, laying them on the empty countertops in the kitchen area. In her bliss she didn't notice someone outside that caught her off-guard, someone on her lawn. "Augh! Um...how can I help you...?". She jumped when she left the door but didn't want to seem rude to whomever this was. They were a ginger woman witg a bright green shirt with "I'm With Stupid" written on it, bruises and marks on her face. She was only rubbing her arms, shyly waving. "H-hello...". Only staring at their feet and constantly moving they cleared their throat. "I saw ya just moved here, just wanted to know if ya have any money on ya? If it's not too much to ask, just some change!". Although she felt a little bad, Sharon put two and two together, this woman was likely homeless. "Look, just don't scare me like that, please! If you want change, you can have it!". She dug into her pocket, grabbing around 2 dollars in change and walking over slowly to them, clutching her fist of change. The redhead gasped quietly, a smile and light laugh following as she quickly accepted the money. "Oh, thank you! Bless your heart!". She fiddled with the money in amazement as she pocketed it, walking off. Sharon didn't care about where she went, at least not feeling so guilty by giving her change. She just hoped her time here was uniquely strange like this, but still heartwarming 

After the quick exchange with the homeless woman, not much else happened for Sharon. As much as she would like to know other people like neighbors in the area, today was just for getting everything into her new home. It didn't take long, just putting in bare essentials: Things like cooking supplies, tools if anything got out of hand, small furniture that fit in her car, blankets and pillows she adored, and after a while everything that breached the category of novelties was also placed in the house. It took only a handful of hours, but the feeling of closing her trunk and throwing away an empty box was an amazing one. Now, all she needed to do was enjoy her new house. Walking in, it did feel a little off to not see the house full of life and history, but it WAS her first one. Proud was the only word to describe her emotions as she breathed in heavily every time she took a short walk to see the house after her work. She turned on the radio as she decided to fix herself something simple to eat from what little food she brought, she expected to shop later that day. Making herself a sandwich, the forecast for that afternoon was announced on the radio. "As we see clouds roll over South Park, our weatherman predicts at least three to four inches of snow to hit tonight. Expect harsher snow to fall this week, hope you're all prepared down in South Park!". Her jaw slightly dropped as she suddenly stopped. Of course, Sharon expected snow here, but also to get more supplies soon. She was basically locked in, a realization that made her groan out loud. She finished her sandwich and quickly turned the stove on, getting ready to make some cocoa. "First day and this is already going horrible...". All she did was shut her eyes and silently pray everything just turned out well...

Once the bitter cold winds struck, it was a sign for everyone to stay indoors. Sharon closed her windows shut but can still feel her windows being slightly shook and hit by the sheer velocity and force of the winder winds. She took her ham sandwich and cup of cocoa to the living room, sitting on the sofa that was (luckily) there with the house. A sip of the hot drink soothed her soul and anxiety as she got comfortable, turning the TV on and sighing. "And well, it seems that this snow will only get worse. It's predicted that in South Park alone, at least five inches of snow will fall in the next two days. We're all hoping that this snow melts quickly". There just wasn't anything to take her mind off this, huh? It hasn't even been a full day and it looks like she'll be either inside all day or outside with layers of clothing. Another sip of that cocoa was enough to soothe her again. Maybe she'll go see how the weather is going. Walking off to the windows, she moved the curtain. "Well...what did I expect?". Snow. Snow that just fell with no end in sight. Already the ground was starting to be caked in layers of snow, a sight she saw rarely before in her life, looks like it'll be more common now. But her eyes darted to a slow moving figure that caught her attention. Someone was out in the snow, covering themselves with a worn out blanket. Their ginger hair though...could it be? It was! The same woman she met, the poor thing was out freezing. She felt her heart sink, seeing nobody else outside. Why wouldn't anyone want to help her?? Sharon grabbed a thicker coat as she darted out of the house, determined to somehow help her

The wind was rough on Sharon's face, the only exposed area of her skin. It howled so ferociously as the icy cold air felt like hell, but what kept her going was imaging what it felt like for this homeless woman. Her shoes sunk into the snow with a small crush being heard under them, she didn't care to find boots. Running in the snowy winds, she eventually found the poor lady, who didn't even notice her as she kneeled down and quickly patted her shoulders. "Hey, hey!". She turned in confusion as she kept shaking from the cold, her weak hands barely having the strength to hold the blanket over her head. "O-Oh! It's you again! I used your m-money to buy a blanket!". She shivered and struggled to keep speaking, still keeping some optimism. "Heard it was gonna be cold, worth it, huh?". Sharon moved closer to face her in the eyes, putting her hand on her shoulder. "I can't stand seeing you like this...please, let me help you. What's your name, miss?". She shivered as a rougher gust of wind blew again. "C-Carol...McCormick". Sharon placed her hand on Carol's, moving her closer. "Carol, I want you to come home with me, okay? We have to be quick, I'm afraid you won't last long outside, neither of us can". Carol was confused for a second, not knowing how to react. "Your home? Your new home? But are ya sure? I'll be fine...". "No! Please...". Sharon's eyes grew watery as her voice broke slowly. "I don't care if I saw you once before, nobody deserves to live like this, okay? Hold my hand, Carol". Carol was at a loss for words, she never saw or heard someone cry wanting to help her. She held her blanket tight as she felt the need to just ask, "W-What about this blanket? It's all I got". Sharon paused for a moment, a tiny smile appearing across her face. "Of course Carol, let's go". They held hands tightly, Carol feeling the warmth of Sharon's palms as they both ran away in the cold night as the wind ran behind the two

Sharon opened the door quickly, making sure Carol got in as she closed it as quickly. Turning, she hugged Carol, sighing shaky breaths. "Are you okay?". She couldn't open her eyes, Carol herself feeling the tears roll from her eyes to her shoulder. It was such an odd feeling, not just to comfort someone who was crying but more that it was for HER. "I-I am...are YOU?". Sharon pulled herself away with a pensive face refusing to look at Carol's. "I'm sorry...it just hurt...I wanted to help you so badly, please accept this. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. Care for some cocoa, Carol?". The ginger responded with a sweet smile, scoffing at just how amazing this was. "Of course! I never get your name though, ma'am". Sharon stopped, laughing lightly. "So much for hospitality, huh? Sorry, my name is Sharon Kimble, but just Sharon for me". She started taking her coat off, placing it on the sofa. "You can leave your blanket here too. While you wait for the water to warm up again, would you like to shower? My restroom is upstairs, just walk down the hallway and you'll find it". Sharon went to turn the stove on once more while Carol was simply standing there. A moment of silence started to startle Sharon though, looking and seeing Carol trying to hold tears back. "Oh, Carol...you'll be okay". She quickly jumped to hug her, catching Sharon off-guard as she quietly cried on her shoulder this time. "I know, that's the best part. Thank you, Sharon. Thank you..."