𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍☆; Rivals?? Mall??

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"WHAT THE FUCK."
Stan grumbled under his breath as he watched across the lunch room with you and a whole other group of guys.

"they seriously need to leave [Y/N] alone, they've been stuck to them like glue ever since the fucking party."
Kyle hissed as his hands supported his head which was also faced towards the group.

"look darling! doesn't this venue look lavish!"

"Gregory, I already told you. we're not getting married."
you groaned as you stabbed the peas that were on your tray.

"beside we're exes."

Gregory pouted, "that was in fifth grade! maybe we can try again!"

"Gregory, zip it. zhey liked me better."

"you two dated for two days!"

as Gregory and Christophe started to bicker, you looked ahead of you where Damien and Pip sat, watching the older two bicker back and forth.

you let your head fall onto the table as you let out a much—needed groan.

Damien sent you a confused stare before going back to his journal and Pip continued to look at you worried.

"zis is why you wear lip balm!"

"at least my lips are fresh as a daisy take a gander at yours"

you let out another loud groan, "ladies! you're both pretty just shut up! I'm starting to get a headache!"

Damien chuckled as Pip giggled at the scene, finding it amusing.

"oh no! are you alright darling? I got some pain relievers!"

"Fuck zat! I got weed! isn't that what you want mon étoile?"

you lifted your head towards Christophe, "weed doesn't sound too bad right now—"

"no no no!" Gregory pulled you towards him wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner as he glared at Christophe.

"weed is bad! you don't want to ruin this pretty face do you?"
Gregory cupped your face with one hand, smiled affectionately, and closed his eyes as he rested his face against yours, savoring the moment.

"b—besides," he pulled away as he cleared his throat once h realized he was savoring the moment a little too much.

"wouldn't want my rival to die early!"

"rival?"
Damien questioned, looking at you confused and you sighed.

"he thinks we're rivals."
you spoke in quotations, using your fingers to emphasize the word; rival.

"we are! and as your rival, I need to make sure your health is squeaky clean!" he cheered. unwrapping an arm and booping your nose, causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

"I don't zhink that's what rivals do."
Christophe spoke up, getting tired of his counterpart's bullshit.

"well me and [Y/N] are different! two rivals, once ex—lovers!—"

"your making this way too dramatic."

"chill."

Gregory scoffed and continued to hold you like they were going to snatch you away any minute, though you weren't too fazed as he had done stuff like this before. "your just jealous 'cause you don't have what me and [Y/N] do!"

he pouted as he leaned his head against your chest, "right [Y/N]?"

you rolled your eyes, "what happened to the whole rival thing?"

★彡

"I CAN'T DO THIS."

you let out a big sigh into your arms that were currently resting on the counter.

Katie turned towards you and chuckled, "aren't you a ball of sunshine today??"

"mhm..." you hummed, sarcastically.

Katie twirls her blonde hair around her finger as she grins.

"I know what will make you feel better—"

"I'm not making out with you."

the blonde rolls her eyes, "nevermind then... wait, how about you and me..."

Your eyes widen as your face starts to heat up, you turn to face her trying to check if she is implying what you think she's implying.

she notices and giggles, "not that, I was gonna say hang out."

"OH! then yeah, we can work something out." you smile, feeling the blush vanish from your face.

Katie's grin grows in excitement, "great! how about after work? the mall?"

an eyebrow raises in confusion, you never knew there was a mall in south park considering how small this town was. though, it does surprise you more and more everyday.

"sure, I'll see you then."

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