" VACATION. " || a south park x reader || disc.

PANCAKES AND BLONDIES. || III

|| GOOD MORNING, BELOVED!  ||

Placing the hot pancakes on the coffee table in front of the four boys, you sat on the armrest of the couch with your own plate of pancakes. You started to eat as the boys looked at each other as their conversion died down and they looked at the pancakes, at you, at each other, before finally starting to eat.

Not a word was said from you as the boys started to eat, and must've been heaven on a dish because the moment they took a bite, their faces lit up and their eyes pretty much shone before they all started eating it like rabid dogs, some more polite than the others. (From what your memory serves, those two were Kyle and Butters.)

"Holy shit dude, these pancakes are the best!" The boy, Stan, exclaimed, and the Kenny boy nodded in agreement. A small, proud feeling blossomed in you for just a moment as you struggled to keep your smile from appearing.

The fat kid, now known as Cartman, had eaten the most pancakes and was now licking his fingers and wiping them off on his pants before he shrugged and said, "I suppose they're okay." Before he reached for the last one, but before he could, his hand was slapped away by Kyle with a harsh glare.

"Don't grab their pancakes with your fuckin' hands! Especially not after they were all up in your mouth!" He reprimanded, but Cartman glared back at him.

"Shut your goddamn Jew mouth! I do what I want!" He yelled back, and you just rolled your eyes before picking up the pancake with your fork and placing it on Cartman's plate, not wanting to hear any more yelling. The two mentioned boys stopped arguing for a moment before Cartman gave Kyle a smug look and laughed.

"See?! I'm obviously the favorite here, Kial!"

"Shut up fat boy, it's probably because you were whining like a little bitch! Also, my name is not 'Kial.'" He corrected, his hand started to clench up and he looked like he was about to punch Cartman.

Cartman just rolled his eyes and stuffed his face with the last pancake, wiping his hands on his pants again and sighing out, leaning deeper into the couch, mumbling something about 'being stuffed,' and 'this was one of my best ideas yet.'

It was silent momentarily before the Butters kid spoke up, "W-well gee uhm..." He trailed off, not knowing your name.

"[Y/N]."

"Well gee [Y/N], I think those were s-some of the best pancakes I've ever had!" He said, a smile so bright that it was practically gleaming emitting from him. You couldn't bite back your smile any longer, especially not when the other boys nodded in agreement.

"Thanks." You said, crossing your arms and closing your eyes out of internal embarrassment at the fact that you couldn't stop smiling, even if it was a small one.

"It's no problem," Kyle said, smiling and nodding. The parka boy, Kenny, let out a thoughtful hum before smiling as if he got the best idea in the world.

"How about you come to hang out with us? We have nothing to do today, and you're new so we could totally show you around town!" He suggested, perking up and this was only when you realized he had his hood down. You could see his dirty hair, which was blonde, his slightly scratched up face, his missing teeth (which he was missing more than Butters, you noticed,) and a band-aid across his nose, which seemed to be pretty dirty, whether it was from falling or from whatever it was covering.

Cartman quickly interjected, "No way! There's no way I'm letting some ugly, new kid walk around with us! If they get seen with us, we'll be doomed!"

"Shut up Cartman, we go everywhere with you and with each step you take you nearly shake the entire ass fuckin' Earth!" Kyle yelled at him, raising a fist right underneath his chin, shaking.

"Yeah Cartman, plus they've given us some of the food we've all ever had, it's the least we can do!" Stan added on. You were quite surprised that a mere breakfast would make them want to hang out with them so easily, but there's no harm in it... Right..?

"Fuck it, I'll come with."

|| SOME HOURS LATER ||

You were already starting to regret agreeing to come with them. Kyle was doing most of the 'touring,' Stan taking over when Kyle had to yell at Cartman for being... well, Cartman, and reprimanding Kenny for his, 'unnecessary comments,' even if you couldn't understand them through his parka.

Butters stayed quiet as Cartman was yelled at, and you felt that maybe he may have felt a bit out of place, either because there was a new kid with them (you,) or he just feels like that in general. You opted to stay walking next to him, occasionally giving him a soft glance every now and then. This made him feel a litter better, you could tell, because his shoulders weren't so tense and he had a happy smile on his face whenever you glanced at him.

'...he's almost like a puppy whose been hurt before, but still is far too trusting for his own good.' You thought to yourself, listening to Kyle babble on about South Park and places within it.

Out of nowhere, a loud scream was heard around the corner, making you jump slightly in place and stare at the corner. The boys looked in the direction before agreeing to go check it out.

The moment you all turned the corner, the boys just sighed, seeing it was just some other blonde boy, who was twitching an awful lot and had his hands in his hair, gripping at it and pulling on it.

You winced, 'That must hurt...' you thought before looking at the five boys around you. 'Are they not worried or surprised..? Does this happen often or something?'

You shifted your feet, the snow underneath them making a loud crunching noise which made the twitching blonde snap his head towards you six. You stayed silent for a while before nervously smiling and waving.

The twitching blonde stared at you for a moment or two before screaming and running off. You all were left without a word as the twitching blonde disappeared, the screaming fading with every step he took farther away from you guys.

All you could muster up was a small, "...what."

|| SWEET DREAMS, DARLING.  ||