𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; south park ☆

𝘾𝙐𝙏𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙀𝙍; Hats and Hair clips

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"IS THIS THE PLACE?"
you asked yourself, staring at the house upon you. it was a house, just like any other in South Park. but this was Craig's house.

of course, you weren't close enough either Craig to go to his house to hang out. this was for a project and Craig had missed out on school a bit. so, working at his house it is.

your converse along with your body stepped onto the front steps, you nervously inspected the door, looking over the paint and the air bubbles as you timidly knocked.

after a few moments of silence, the door opens, revealing a blonde woman.

raising an eyebrow, you wondered if you had gotten the wrong house.

"Uhm, hello ma'am is Craig—"

"[Y/N] right?"

your eyebrows stitched together in confusion, how the fuck did she know??

"oh uhm, yea?—"

"Craig is upstairs in his room. last door to your left."
she nonchalantly said, leaving you flabbergasted as she stepped off to the side.

"okay then."
you thanked her before following her directions going up the stairs, and knocking on the door on your left.

"hello? Craig? It's me [Y/N]."

rustling and thuds were heard before the door opened to a Craig Tucker fixing his hat.

"hey, you're early."
the black—haired teen greeted monotonously, looking over your figure with his usual unamused facial expression.

in the time that you've gotten to know Craig, you realize there is more to him than meets the eye. he's into a lot of interesting topics and he has a Guinea pig named Stripe!

sending a smile to him, you nodded, "yeah I didn't want to be late. hope that's not too much of a problem."

the stars on the end of his hat swayed as he shook his head, "it's not."

he then stepped to the side and invited you in, his room was a cute color scheme of yellow and blue that you wouldn't expect of a football player.

little stars decorated his room from ceiling to bed sheets. hell, even Stripe had little stars on his cage.

Smiling you walked over to the small interesting critter.

"Stripe! how is the little dude going?"
you squealed quietly, not wanting to disturb sir Stripe.

the chubby Guinea pig tilted his small head towards you and squeaked at your presence, waddling over as if to greet you.

you stuck a finger through the wired cage and pet stripe, causing the Guinea pig to squeak in content.

Craig felt his heart warm at the sight, he thought it was insanely adorable watching the two things he thought were the cutest in the world interact. your giggle was everything.

deciding to leave Sir Stripe to his important duties, you decided to focus on yours and turned towards Craig.

"what else do we need to work on?" you asked, walking over to the bed and placing your stuff by it, Craig following and sitting down.

"uhh... I don't know I have to check."

you sat next to him, leaning over to see the computer he had pulled off from the surface of his desk.

"we have to work on two more slides then we're done."

He turns to face you but instead only increases the proximity between your two faces.