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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the rain pours down heavily outside, casting a gloomy shadow over the island. it was forecasted to rain yesterday, but that didn't happen and it looks like the rain multiplied in anticipation. most of the beach has been swallowed by the high tides at this point and we won't be able to go swimming for at least three days with the surge of new bacteria, so the rest of this week is pretty mush a waste. "what the fuck." i groan, acknowledging the weather. thunder booms overhead, sealing the fate for the rest of the day. there will be no fun island activities.
i get dressed appropriately for the weather and go downstairs where i am greeted by a drowsy heidi and an alert butters. "good morning!" butters shouts from his position on the couch next to heidi. "how long have you guys been up?" i ask them from the kitchen. they are both early risers. at least when you compare them to wendy and bebe. "two hours." heidi responds, "butters woke me up with his whistling." she walks into the kitchen and takes a seat ontop of the counter next to me. "whistling?" i lean on the back of the counter with my cereal bowl in hand. it has intricate designs that wrap around the top of the bowl; about what you would expect from a family with generational wealth.
"yes! i think it was yankee doodle dandy." she smiles, acknowledging the strange nature butters has. "that sounds like butters." i say, i guess a little loud because butter shouts from the couch in response. "WHAT SOUNDS LIKE ME?" he asks in a sweet southern accent. "WHISTLING, AT 6 IN THE MORNING, YANKEE DOODLE DANDY." heidi shouts back, a tinge of playful anger in her voice. heidi doesn't often get honestly angry, opting instead to ignore her feelings or passive aggressively express them before blowing up at everyone.
"sorry heidi. it's just i love the fourth of july. i am so excited." he happily exclaims. heidi looks at me and rolls her eyes. butters pauses the cartoons he was watching and joins us in the kitchen, his slippers pattering against the hardwood floor as he walks. "it's in like a month." heidi laughs and leaps off the counter. "exactly!" butters throws his hands in the air then grabs the cereal box behind me. "sorry, you just make it look real good." he grabs himself a bowl and heidi retreats upstairs.
"i thought you quit eating cereal because it makes you look like a baby?" i ask, savoring the last bite of cereal i have left. "i know but you just look like you're enjoying your cereal, so i want some too, and i know you wont judge me." he stands infront of me with his own cereal. "i am enjoying it." i confirm and rinse out my bowl. "i know- just let me get some cereal in peace, y/n, damn!" he says frustrated, but also smiling. "okay jeez. i thought you were happy in the mornings. anyways, let's use your psychic abilities again. what's going to happen with bebe and wendy today?" i ask while i dry off my dishes. "what do you mean?" he says funny, because not only does he have a slight southern accent, he has a mouthful of cereal. "locked up together? what's going to happen?" i restate. he pauses for a moment, thinking thoughtfully on his answer.
