South Park Oneshots

Jimmy x Kyle Request

also a request by MurderersInMaine !!!😸 im so excited to write Jimmy bc i havent done it before
this one is just a bit of fluff :)

JIMMY POV

"Here, t-take one," I handed my home-made fliers to a group of passerbys. A girl with blonde hair almost strode past me before I could stop her. She was surrounded by a cliqué of other females.

"Bebe."

She halted with a smile, but her friends continued down the hall. "Hi, Jimmy."

"Here," I placed one of the papers in her open palm.

"Comedy show?" She studied the ink.

"Y-yep."

Before I could say more, Wendy hollered, "Bebe! Let's go!"

"Thanks, I'll be there!" She shouted over her shoulder as she dashed to catch up with her friends. Her blonde curls bounced on her shoulders as she ran.

I scanned the lockers, and the hands of every student occupying one, making sure I had advertised to every teen I could. One boy stood with carrying only his bag.

"H-h-hey Kyle," I greeted the ginger.

His expression brightened when he saw me, "Hey Jimmy, what's up man?"

"I j-just wanted to invite you to my comedy show t-tonight," I handed him the ad.

He held up to his eyes, "oh cool!"

I couldn't help but stare at the crimson curls peeking out through the rim of his hat.

"You're free, right? I w-would love to s-see you there."

"Yeah, of course! I wouldn't ever miss one of your shows," his eyes scanned the paper more thoroughly, "you even got a huge venue this time," he mused.

"S-sure did," I grinned.

The school bell rang before we could continue talking. Several of the stricter students began filing into their respective classrooms.

The boy's usual friend group approached him. They didn't register me, as they seemed to be in a hurry.

"We've got Mrs. Choksondik next, c'mon we can't be late," Stan nudged his friend impatiently.

Cartman's backpack brushed against my crutches, "oh hey Jimmy," he nodded.

The other two boys looked over. "Hey Jimmy!" Kenny and Stan noticed me in unison.

"H-hey fellas," I hummed.

The black haired boy glanced at his phone, "oh shit! We're gonna be late!"

He grabbed his friend's sleeve to yank him along as he sprinted away.

"T-tell the guys about my sh-show! See you there, K-Kyle!"

He waved at me as he was dragged down the hallway.

. . .

I stood behind the huge, velvety curtain, quietly rehearsing my material to myself. The wood of the stage had just been polished, I could smell the chemical that was used. I tilted my head downwards, and I could practically see my own reflection in it.

Did they do that for me?

The audience on the other side of the fabric chattered quietly amongst themselves.

Sounds like a pretty big crowd...

I made sure the mic was adjusted perfectly for my height and my water bottle was within reaching distance.