The morning sun was just barely enough to pierce through the winter sky. The winds did die down over the few days this short snow storm endured, but snow piled on while icicles remained stagnant. The outside world might have stayed frozen in place, but the opposite was true for Sharon and Carol. No such thing as a still morning for these two now, no matter the hour. Carol opened her eyes as she felt something grabbing her shoulder, getting up and jolting herself wide awake. “Ah! Shit, leave me alone!”. She turned to her left, seeing Sharon shocked at her reaction, who was moving her hand away. “O-Oh, sorry! Jesus, I got so scared, I imagined someone in my dreams just…it’s whatever, sorry I scared you!”. “It’s alright, maybe I shouldn’t have woken you up that way”, Sharon replied, chuckling awkwardly and rubbing her arm. “Anyways, I thought I’d wake you up. I’ve been trying to for a good while, but man, you slept like a log! By the way, you’re dribbling drool on my new sheets, red”. Carol looked down, wiping the drool from her lips. “Must’ve slept well, huh?”, she said, laughing. Sharon sighed as she rolled her eyes. “As the old saying goes, ‘Gingers have no soul’”. Carol did a double take as she looked at Sharon, moving the blanket out of the way. “What?! Who the hell says that, my dad?!”. Her tone was a mix of slight anger with just confusion, it’s not a saying SHE ever heard. “Relax, relax! I’m kidding, gingerbread! Or at least, I don’t think the girl from Crackwhore was kidding when she said that in an interview…”. All Carol could do was give her a semi-disgusted, semi-confused look. “Why are you reading Crackwhore issues?!?!”.
Sharon just rolled her eyes again. “Don’t worry about it, I may or may not know some of the women who worked there. They’re good people, trust me. So good that they uh…got me…a subscription…look it doesn’t matter! That was also in college, when Liane Cartman really wrote ‘Gingers have no souls’ in her column. I quote that every now and then, I just HAD to say it now”
Sharon stretched as she donned a bathrobe for a moment, yawning as well. She looked at Carol and cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t really have anything else, you can get a new and clean sweater of mine though”. Carol waited until Sharon walked downstairs, tying the sheets around her chest for a brief moment as she looked through Sharon’s drawers, finding yet another brown sweater. “Fine, looks like I’m going to be matching forever”, she grumbled, putting it on alongside a bra. She put the sheets back on the bed as neatly as she could, or at least someone who hasn’t slept on a bed in years could. This all still felt so surreal to her, like a drunken dream if anything. A routine for Sharon surely, but one Carol had forgotten by now. She wandered out of the room and looked around. “Ah…well…”. All she could do now is try to recall WHAT kind of schedule she had to follow. Brushing her teeth seemed logical, so she went off to the restroom and turned the light on. She winced at the sudden bright light and the buzzing of the LED bulbs. Such a foreign environment, and funnily enough this was the average life. Not one she never had, but one she should’ve by now. Before her was a cup with some toothbrushes and toothpaste. One HAD to be Sharon’s, so she let the odds decide if she just so happened to grab her’s. The moment she grabbed the toothbrush, an epiphany hit her like a truck
‘I haven’t seen my reflection in two years’, she thought to herself. She stopped the water and held her toothbrush. “I haven’t seen my reflection in two fucking years”, she said out loud this time. She breathed in sharply and exhaled hard. This was something she felt like she would never get used to. She kept staring for a moment, just lost in her thoughts. That’s what she looked like now. That’s what she will probably continue to look like, and that’s who she’ll see when she looks at a mirror. The closest thing she had to a mirror was occasionally looking at the glass doors of the nearby markets and shops or looking at puddles. Those were brief moments where she had to keep enduring what she was brought, where she didn’t bother to ponder what it meant to not know what she looked like or knowing that she saw herself often. “What a mindfuck”. She scoffed as she continued to brush her teeth, slowly this time as she just kept staring at her reflection. Finishing up, she walked down the stairs
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A Roof Over Your Head (Sharon x Carol South Park)
RomanceIn this South Park AU, Sharon moves into South Park for the first time, thinking she would spend her time in solitude. As a blizzard draws near and forces her to spend her first days inside her home, she makes an unlikely friend in one homeless Caro...
