South Park Oneshots

🌹Dip🌹

Damien X Pip
Study Date
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Damien's POV

'Another boring fucking day in class. Goddamnit, will this teacher ever shut up? What the heck dude.' I thought. I use my pencil to scribble on my desk, and quickly erase it before he could see it. Mr. Garrison was on a rant about social studies or something. I wasn't listening. Suddenly..

"ALSO THERES A POP QUIZ YOU GUYS NEED TO STUDY FOR!"

Shit dude. I didn't want a fucking quiz!
The responsibilities of being the Prince of hell already weighed down on me. I sighed, crashing my head onto my desk in anger. I groaned loudly, slamming my head over and over on my lame excuse of a desk.

A cheery voice awakened me from my state of anger.

"Hello Damien! Did you hear teacher?"
I sighed.

"Of course I heard him I'm not fucking deaf." I responded in anger.
"Well, would you like to come with me to the park? We can have a study date AND a picnic!"

I groaned. He acts like a naggy girlfriend. Too bad I love him.
"Yeah, sure whatever." I say, waving my hand up and down.
"Well gee thanks! I'll see you there I guess!" He says, giving my forehead a small kiss. I flip him off.
"Bitch."
He responds and I chuckle. I think he's been taking a lot off of me, heh.

I get up off my ass, and go to my locker. Grabbing my history book, I hear rustling beside me. I look over and see the fat boy they call cartman. He laughs and points at me. A smirk is planted on his face as he opens his mouth. "Damien's a faag Damien's a faaag!"
(I would never say this, it's for his character)
He chants. I exhale, and stare at him as he dances around, doing a jig.
I just stand there, cringing at him. He looks zesty as hell. He obviously heard me and pip. Fuck, this guy never gives me a break does he?
"Yo shut your fatass up" I say, after waiting a second.

"HEY! IM NOT FUCKING FAT GODDAMNIT!!!!" I slowly walk away. "HEY! HEYY!!!" He says in his naggy tone. I get so annoyed by that fucking bitch. But oh well, people are like that. I never really understood it.

Anyways, I pull out my phone as I exit the school. I text my dad, saying that I'll be home later. Next, I open up SoundCloud for music. I put in my earbuds, and while walking to the park I jam out to 'Dragula' by rob zombie.

'Dig through the ditches and burn through the witches, and slam in the back of my- DRAGULA-AH!' I hum.

I continue to walk down the cracked path. Snow soaks my boots as I stomp through the slush. My legs aren't moving very fast, as I want to enjoy my music. As I see a glimpse of a tall oak tree, a familiar voice calls out to me.

"Damien! Over here!"
It was pip. I jog my way over to where he lay a baby blue blanket. A basket with toast and berries sat ontop, as well as some open text books. "Cheerio, Damien!" He says, giving me a small hug. Turning off my music, I return the hug cheerfully. Boy, is he sweet.

"Alrighty then. Let's get it over with." I say, sitting down and planting a book in the blanket, opening it to the correct page.

We both read about Anti-semitisim and how many Jewish peoples had to immigrate, and how a bunch had been put into concentration camps. Normal social studies stuff I guess. He gently writes notes in his leather-covered notebook. I can't help but watch as his hand glides across the paper. I keep getting distracted by his beauty, god!

A pale pink spreads across my face as I glance at him. I shift my eyes to the book, but I can't help but to look at him every once in a while.
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Pip's POV:

I carefully write my notes down as I feel someone staring at me. Damien does that a lot, but I find it cute. I gently grab ahold of his left hand as he looks through his notes, he looks up at me, smiling. I softly rub his hand as we read more and more. It evolved into us right next to eachother, then cuddling, then with my head on his shoulder, peaking off of his book. He chuckled, lightly placing his head on mine.

"I love you, Phillip." I smile and blush a little, wrapping my arm around his back. "I love you too, Damien." I kiss his head. It seems that's the place we kiss most, seeing we're only elementary school sweethearts. We never really kiss on the lips. We both kinda find that weird, but that doesn't really matter.

"Say, we've studied enough. Would you like to go play?" I ask. In return, he nods his head violently, loudly slamming his book shut. He grabs my hand and we stand up. He pulls me over to the white field of snow, spinning me around and giggling. I push him down into the snow, cuddling him and laughing. We rolled around and play fought. I of course tried not to hurt him too much.

As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a green patch of grass. I took his arm and dragged him there, sitting down with him as I grinned. He reached down, into a patch of clovers. He looked kinda bored, I guess. Then, his eyes widened. He had the biggest smile as he pulled something out of the ground. It was a 4 leaf clover. I gasped, looking at the plant.  "Woah, that's super rare!" I say, pointing at it. He snickers, and stared at it. Damien looks at me, and smirks.

He moves his arm over, and places his newly found clover in my palm.
"I can't have this, Damien!" I say. "Nono, you deserve it." He tells me. He smiles, and suddenly kisses me on the cheek.

"Thank you."

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This has to be the longest one yet! I actually thought this was quite cute! I really hope you Dip shippers enjoyed this.