southpark is a close knit community, in which y/n's family has woven their selves into. for better or for worse? depends on the day. a chance to get away from the cold, mountainous, town arises from an invite to tolkien blacks's very own private isl...
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since i didn't drink very much i woke up relatively fine, just a small headache. i got up really early at 6 a.m and couldn't fall back to sleep so i spent some more time organizing my room before heading downstairs and making breakfast.
heidi won't eat any animal products at all so it's harder than i originally thought to make a meal everyone will eat in this household but vegan pancakes are easy enough. wheat flour, flaxseed, sugar, almond milk, and coconut oil are the only ingredients required but it's still much harder to make than normal pancakes and they don't even taste better. whatever. i stack of four plates on top of one another and structure them next to the tower of pancakes so they can serve themselves. i'm not their maid. only part-time i am.
i walk back upstairs to wake everyone up and to get changed into day clothes. i stop at bebes room first because she's closest to the staircase. her room is bebe-ified already. the clothes not in her suitcase are strewn messily about the floor and she has two dumped over make-up bags on the vanity, probably from getting ready last night. she's tightly wrapped and curled up into a pink zebra print blanket sleeping quietly.
"bebe. it's time to get up." i gently shake her awake. "no." she croaks and dives under the covers. "i made pancakes?" she slowly moves out from underneath. "vegan?" she asks, already assuming the worst of me. but she's right. "does it really matter?" i try to deflect. bebe hates heidi's alternative foods. she calls it 'weird hippie shit'. "ugh." she grumbles and reluctantly gets out of bed. her curly blonde hair is messy, but somehow she still looks gorgeous. she has light weight satin pajamas on from victoria's secret, which i know for a fact is where they're from, because clyde kept complaining to everyone in class that she brought him into "the boobie store" to trap him.
"you can go now." she rolls her eyes at me while she makes her bed slowly, and lazily. i don't even see why she bothered when she's going to do it like that.
"fine." i mock her bitchy behavior and follow her wishes, leaving her door closed and moving onto butters. she's so cranky in the morning. "good morning butters." i say, popping my head into his doorway. he's already up. "mornin!" he responds cheerily, working away at his computer. "what are you doing?" i ask. it's not like we have homework or anything right? "playing the sims." he answers, not looking away from the screen this time.
"alright. there's vegan pancakes downstairs if you're hungry." i say before closing his door. his room is very nice. he picked the blue room i was considering earlier. wendy's room is at the end of the hallway and then heidi's is to it's left. mine is at the very top of the staircase and me and heidi share a wall.
i knock on wendy's door but she doesn't respond. i open it anyways to find she isn't there. she probably stayed the night at stan's house or something. "heidi, i made you some vegan pancakes downstairs." i say, opening her door. she's asleep ontop of the covers and is the complete opposite of bebe in the morning. very sweet, but looks kind of crazy until she warms up to the day. "thanks. i'll be down soon." she sits up and smiles at me through half-lidded eyes.
