Time To Live A Little (various South Park x Reader)

Time to move on.

Clyde and Bebe looked at (Y/N) incredulously, staring at her unkempt physique. (Y/N) realised her shirt was still up, and rapidly pulled it down. She screamed, "Clyde, let me into your damn car, dick. The cops just arrested Trent!"

Wide-eyed, Bebe looked at Clyde, then smacked his hand to force him out of his lustful stupor with Bebe and to open the door to let (Y/N) in. Police sirens rung in close proximity, which caused Clyde to slam on his pedal and speed out of the lot next to Stark's Pond. After putting her red sweater back on, Bebe asked, through panting breaths:

"(Y/N), what the fuck do you mean Trent was just arrested?" She ran a hand through her curly blonde hair, and began to fiddle with the ends nervously. She yelped when she realised her underwear was still around her ankles, and began to pull them up. (Y/N) ignored her actions.

"The cops saw him with his dick out, they've arrested him for indecent exposure - I managed to run away before they could catch me." (Y/N) began to tear up. Trent didn't do anything wrong, once again, and here he was being taken back to Juvie. Bebe sensed (Y/N)'s upset, and turned from the front seat to put a hand on her knee.

"(Y/N), it'll be ok - look, Clyde and I will take you to Wendy's-" Bebe began, before Clyde cut her off.

"Or, we can go to Craig's? His parents aren't home, and I know you're friends. Wendy and Red will just be fucking, right Bebe?" Clyde questioned, albeit matter-of-factly. Bebe nodded and sighed in response.

"We were gonna head to Craig's afterwards anyways, (Y/N). Do you want to come?" Bebe asked, as she braided her hair to make it look a little less roughed up.

(Y/N) nodded in response. She knew it was best to keep up with the lie that she was at Wendy's. If she went home now, it would be a huge problem with her parents, especially with the adrenaline rush she felt from running from the cops. Tears began to stream rapidly down her face. What could she do? If Trent was truly gone now, would this mean it's over? With the charges they might press, he wouldn't be back to graduate.

Clyde pulled in onto Craig's road, parking on the side adjacent to his house. There was a lull of music from Craig's house, with a few girls attempting to reason with Tolkien to be let in. (Y/N) recognised them as Juniors who were madly obsessed with Craig, Tweek, Tolkien and Jimmy; a fan-club if you may. As (Y/N), Bebe, and Clyde exited the car, Tolkien waved, which disgruntled the Juniors.

"Hey guys! Come on in - (Y/N), Bebe, Nichole's already inside!" Tolkien exclaimed, ushering the trio past the Juniors. Despite their comments of "fucking sluts" and "why can't Craig look at us?" Tolkien continued to slam the door in their faces.

(Y/N) looked over to the sofa. Craig had his arm around Tweek, whilst hitting a joint. Tweek seemed more relaxed, most likely caused by the numerous empty beer bottles that sat in front of him on the coffee table. (Y/N) scanned around the room for Jimmy, until she realised that she heard stuttered grunts and feminine moans reverberating from a bedroom upstairs.  She then felt a squeeze from behind.

"(Y/N), you're here! But... weren't you supposed to be with Trent? It's only 9:30pm?" Nichole asked, releasing herself from (Y/N)'s back and standing in front of her, concerned. Nichole noticed the running mascara down the (H/C) girl's face. "Oh no, sweetheart... what happened?"

As (Y/N) attempted to save face and wipe up her smudged makeup with her fingers, Bebe took over, and explained what had happened at Stark's Pond. Craig had lowered the music to hear, and Tweek rushed over to embrace (Y/N) in a deep embrace, twisting her knotted hair into a claw clip that she had held out for him. Tolkien placed his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder in sympathy. Although he agreed with his girlfriend's uncertainty about Trent, he also deeply cared for the girl; she was always there for Nichole, and to see her this upset was heartbreaking.

Tweek's hugs had calmed (Y/N)'s sobs. Tweek was no longer the scrawny, petite boy he was in Elementary School; he had grown significantly taller, and his endless shifts working gave him some muscular definition. He still twitched, however, but it was endearing. Craig and him called it quits years ago, when they both realised that "being gay" for south park included much more than just holding hands in the corridor to please the asian girls. Tweek was still bisexual, however, and (Y/N) knew about his friends with benefits situation with Jason. (Y/N) lifted her head from Tweek's chest to look over at whoever had just poked her back.

It was Craig. Tweek was tall, but Craig was taller, standing at about 6ft 2. His steel gray eyes stared blankly at her, but his brows were knotted with worry. He held out a red cup full of vodka lemonade, which he urged her to take a sip from to calm her nerves. Craig, unlike Tweek, was straight, but had immense platonic love for him. As he did for all his friends, despite his stoic manner.

"(Y/N), take a drink, and sit down with me." Craig ushered, pointing to the sofa. Bebe pulled her from Tweek, who nodded in agreement. (Y/N) sat in between Craig's long legs on the sofa, with Bebe and Tweek on either side if her. Nichole knelt in front of the distressed girl, who began to sip gingerly from the cup.

"(Y/N), how do you feel?" Clyde asked, leant against the wall. His lips were covered in Bebe's red lipstick, and, having just noticed this, (Y/N) chuckled lightly, wiping the remaining tears from her face. The rest began to laugh in suit.

"Bro, your lips." Craig pointed out, resting his chin on (Y/N)'s shoulder. Clyde aggressively wiped his mouth, as Bebe cackled and ranted on about "marking her territory."

(Y/N) sighed as the laughter died down, realising how many concerned eyes rested on her form. She downed her drink, slammed it on the coffee table - which happened to make Tweek jump, and began to rant:

"It's fucking bullshit. They're always arresting him for stupid things he never did! Not to mention we've been dating since Freshman year and nothing has ever happened! I even gave my phone to Wendy and Red for the night, and they're not gonna let me disturb them - what if my Mom texts me? This always happens, we get so close to doing anything, and then - Tolkien, get me another drink," (Y/N) interrupted herself, gaining a few snickers. She continued "...anyways, this is just feeling like a lost cause. He's cute, but we can't be together anyway because of my parents and their issues with him, and now, Lisa Berger is gonna lose her virginity before me, and I'll be the only one!" (Y/N) yelled, taking the cup Tolkien brought her and taking a large sip.

Bebe stood up, and knelt next to Nichole.
"Then dump him, (Y/N)! He's not a nice boy, and he's just going to keep dragging you down with his constant arrests!" Bebe exclaimed, putting a hand on (Y/N)'s.

"Its not exactly his fault he does get arrested, Bebe..." (Y/N) trailed, noticing Nichole and Tolkien's agreement with Bebe's statement. Even Tweek and Clyde hummed in harmony. Craig didn't mover from (Y/N)'s shoulder, and still, faintly, through the music, Jimmy and whoever were still humping like rabbits upstairs.

"It doesn't matter if h-he is inno-nocent, (Y/N)." Tweek contended, putting an arm on the (H/C) girls shoulder. He continued, "all that matters is that you're y-young, GAH - and you need to l-live a litt-tle."

Tolkien nodded, before going back to fill up (Y/N)'s cup again with more alcohol unprompted, though, with less alcohol than before. He called from the kitchen:

"(Y/N), you've been tied down to Trent for the entirety of High School, and where has that left you? You have no experience, and he's certainly not going to college. Its time to move on, start anew, and experience your last year before college properly!"

(Y/N) looked at her friends in front of her. They all looked at her expectantly. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Yeah, it's time to move on and live a little."

Craig smiled into her shoulder, whilst Nichole let out a happy squeak.