Knock Knock Knock
You hear from the door. Running up excitedly, struggling to reach the handle because of your height. Your father comes up behind you, opening the door for you, letting you free to pounce onto your friend in a playful hug.
He lets the bag to his side fall to the ground, taking you in his arms as a priority.
"Hey!!-" You give him one last squeeze before letting him go
"-Did you bring your tools??"
He nods enthusiastically as he kneels down, unzipping the bag to show you.
"Yep! Two rolls of duct tape, a stapler, a bag of rubber bands, normal tape, super glue, and..." He digs further past his 'tools,' spare clothes, and medical bag before pulling out a small wrapped box and bashfully holding it out to you.
"...A gift for you... I didn't get to give it to you at school, so..."
You take the gift, immediately opening it, looking at the recent Mario Party that had dropped right there in your hands. Your face lights up as you pull him into another hug, lifting him slightly.
"Thank you, Thank you, THANK YOU!! We can play this tonight after we build the fort!"
As usual, he grins, the tip of his tongue peeking through his teeth.
You set him down and immediately grab his hand; he swiftly dips down and grabs his unzipped bag as you guide him upstairs.
"Come on! I got the cardboard and paper! I have the perfect idea of where to put it, too!"
You open the door–
The aged wood creaks as you let gravity control it, the entrance swinging gently to reveal the vacant living room. You step in, flicking the lights on before moving out of the way for Jimmy to pass in front of you. The floor plan was uncomfortably open, pleading for decorations and furniture. Jimmy lets his duffle bag shift from his shoulders to the carpeted floor.
"Wow, my own place! And it's n-not an apartment!"
You step in, leaning your own bag against the wall
"Not much of a home right now, though... Looks like a Home Depot display room right now." you look over to Jimmy, who is already imagining where everything should belong.
"Yeah, I know, But that's just the lack of... Well...everything!"
The room had the essentials A TV, a small coffee table, and a couch. Behind the sad setup, you could see the opening to the kitchen, the faint edge of a round mahogany table greeting you.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway catches your attention, turning toward the door. Before you can make your way to the entrance, Jimmy holds a crutch out to stop you.
"Don-Don't worry about that! I have some other friends coming over to help with the moving down here if wanted to start upstairs."
You put your hands on your hips sassily, accompanied by an eyebrow raise
"What? Am I not enough?"
He rolls his eyes, heading towards the door.
"Now you know that's not what I m-mean. Don't pull the dramatics with me, m-m-missy!"
You shake your head with a smile as you begin to walk up the stairs.
"I'll start on your bedframe for you; just call if you need me."
You reach the room, a large box resting against the western wall. You carefully pull the box into a lying position before ripping the tape off with an unnecessary struggle, pulling out the large metal pieces. It's just like Lego... But adult!
You got pretty far into the project when you heard voices from downstairs. They were faint but loud enough to notice with the door cracked open. You paid no mind to it; you were too enthralled with your work. You could, however, make out clearly what Jimmy was saying. Not only was he a funny man, but his voice also carried very well without the need to yell, something you wished you had throughout your college years.
"Hey man, brought your tools? Yeah, she's upstairs. Go see if she needs them."
The sound of the stairs thumping came shortly after as someone made their way down the hallway. Your back was to the door as you struggled with the far-too-small L wrench before the door opened.
The voice that came after made you freeze.
"Uh, hi? Jimmy told me to meet you up here- oh, you've done some work, I see-"
That voice... The mannerisms and atmosphere...
That lisp.
You slowly turn, a pit in your stomach growing, not from fear but from anxiousness. Why were you feeling this?
Looking up only confirmed your suspicions as you shot up from your seated position on the floor, making him jump slightly at the sudden movement.
"...Scott?"
"....yyyyyes? How did you know that...?" He reaches up to his coat collar, running his thumb across the edge of the cloth, one of the nervous habits he developed early in his life. You'll never know why you remembered this, but it confirmed it for you. You stepped up to him, a smile spreading widely across your face.
"Scott, It's me! (Y/N) (L/N)??"
His eyes widen, struck with a multitude of emotions. Happiness, excitement, confusion... betrayal. His grip loosens around the small toolbag, the handles slipping through his fingers before clattering loud against the silent air.
He reaches out slightly before pulling his hands back, struggling to find the words as his mouth lies open.
"I- uh... I didn't even recognize you! You're so... Different!"
"Yeah... A lot had happened... On the other hand, you look exactly how I envisioned!" your smile dips for a second before you advert your eyes.
"I thought you moved out of South Park?"
He retracts his tongue, letting out a sigh. Looking down, squeezing the cloth of the coat collar.
"Yeah, well...You wouldn't know that would you?"
You were taken aback by this. The way he spoke that response, the amount of double-crossed cynicism dripping from each word, caused your heart to sink.
After almost two decades of not seeing each other, he drops that bomb?
"Scott, I-"
"The tools are here, I... Think someone is calling me from downstairs...."
He turns on his heel, swiftly rushing out the door, leaving you alone again.
Looking down at the tools, you huff and pick one up.
That was until you heard a squeal, followed by a flurry of stomps up the stairs, a thin, black-haired figure sharply turning the corner, wrapping you tightly into a hug.
"(Y/N)!! OH MY GOD!!! IT'S BEEN TOO LONG!!" The figure squeezed you tightly, feeling like your head would fly off from the pressure like one of those stupid stress toys.
"Wendy?? You remember me??" She quickly pushed back, a lightly offended look painted across her features
"Of COURSE I remember you!! I've been following your blogs and book releases since day 1!"
"(Y/N)! Get down here already!!" a voice calls from the stairs. Wendy grins, pulling you by the arm as she relieves you from your work. She walks you down the stairs, flamboyantly gesturing to you like she's a girl in a car commercial.
Immediately, a brunette pipes up
"Well, that's a pretty face!"
The Donovan kid was always charming, to you.... and you were surprisingly glad to see it carried into his adulthood.
With a roll of the eyes and a dismissive wave, you snicker to yourself.
You look upon the sea of guests...
Tolkien, Clyde, Heidi, Of course, Wendy and... Scott...
Jimmy is the host, obviously...
But there was a face you were missing... A face you were expecting to show.
Butters.
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Trust In Me (Scott Malkinson X Reader)
Fanfiction"17 years... It's been 17 years. Where did the time go?" After living it up in your college years, you decide to re-buy your childhood home in South Park, Reconnecting with friends you haven't talked to in forever. But one of them won't be so willi...
