Moving Up

CH 3- Long Night

      You enjoyed the rest of your evening more than you thought you would. You had learned that Wendy, Stan and Kyle were all studying to be various kinds of engineers. Kenny was actually going to the university's partnered tech school to be a mechanic and Bebe was doing something with meteorology. But what surprised you the most was that Cartman was going for the same degree as you: psychology. Knowing you'd see the boy more often was not a comforting thought.

      Later that evening you had recounted your conversation with Kyle to Wendy. She teased you for how anxious you were around the boy, but still warned you that his anger issues could emerge at any moment.

      When Sunday rolled around everyone basically kept to themselves, the realization that they were really about to start college hitting everyone at once. But you didn't mind the lack of socialization, especially since you knew this first week of school would be full of it. There was only one thing that was really bugging you: you never got to accept Kyle's apology.

      Wendy said it was a proper punishment for him to wait because of how he prejudged you. While you agreed it was childish of him, a form of guilt was still gnawing away at you. You wished you had his number, but there was something so insincere about texting it.

      Or maybe you wanted the excuse to talk to him. To see how his pretty hair bounced as he animatedly talked, or how his green eyes sparkled when talking to his friends, or how his cheeks glowed a red haze under his freckles when in an argument. Maybe.

      The only thing distracting you from your thoughts were Jimmy's texts. For the most part it had really just been small talk. But it was better than dwelling on some school girl crush. If you could call it that.

      Anyway, Jimmy had somehow convinced you to let him bring his friends to eat with you guys at the student union. He said that, just like with Kyle, they were a little put off by the fact you were from North Park. But Jimmy said he was able to convince them that you were pretty cool. His words not yours.

      So finally around six you crawled out of bed and got dressed in something comfortable. Turns out Wendy was going to get dinner with Stan so you first had to stay and help her pick out an outfit before finally escaping to get your dinner.

      The already familiarity of the walk was almost comforting, you almost felt like you were in the calm before the storm. And soon enough the familiar bench with the familiar boy came into view. Three unfamiliar boys however joined him. One had brown hair similar to Jimmys, but his looks almost mirrored Stans. Sitting across from them you saw the backs of a boy with black hair and one with blonde hair.

      Jimmy, noticing you approaching the table, gave you a wave and the three other boys' attention went in your direction. You feel your nerves start buzzing but your steady walk to the table never wavered. You sat down next to Jimmy and noticed he had already bought you something similar to what you got from the cafeteria the last two nights. What did they put in the South Park boys' water?

      "Fellas t-this is y/n," Jimmy said as you sat, "This is Clyde," He motioned to the other brown haired boy.

      "Hey," He said and you gave him a small wave in acknowledgment.

      "This-s is Criag," This time Jimmy motioned to the black haired boy and just simply gave you a nod, "And next t-to him is-s his boyfriend Tweek."

      "Hi!" The blonde boy yelped before twitching. Still you smiled and said 'hi' back.

      "Thank you," you turned your attention to the boy beside you, "How much do I owe you?"