𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; south park ☆

𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; babysitting

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"HOLY SHIT!"

Bebe giggled, leaning over to watch the fight video that was on (Y/N)'s pixelated screen.

"yeah! and I got a good view too!"

as the two girls gushed over about the video, the team of losers— Stan's group. were at a table across the room, sighing, the redhead with tanned freckles skin threw his curls back in frustration.

"ugh, dude my mom's gonna hire a babysitter."
Kyle Broflovski groaned, his arms crossed across the green polo shirt he wore.

"Mphm mm hm?" Kenny McCormick Muffled, curiously looking over at Kyle.

"cause Stan and Kyle were caught smoking and his mommy got mad."
Cartman giggled, his brown eyes tauntingly turning to the redhead who just rolled his eyes.

"damn, must be tough. who?"
Stan asked himself, his eyes tearing away from the paper to his super—best—friend.

"I don't know, probably one of the girls though."

Kyle's green eyes turned over towards the girls table, his eyes looked over each and every one of them. maybe it wouldn't be so bad. as long it wasn't (Y/N) Vinceley.

the loser, the music—freak.

she didn't do anything to him, but Stan had a problem with her and whoever had a problem with Stan—had a problem with Kyle.

even then, the two never dared to intervene with one another and stayed their distances, good. as it should be.

(Y/N) was a dork, the type of girl your parents would actually be proud of you for. the type of girl to talk about any interest of hers to an unwilling victim. the type of girl who was in your preschool class and has been ever since.

it was almost like a superpower. she was pretty well—known but she stayed invisible. she had some popular friends but none of them really helped her status up. plus, she was a total lesbian for dating Cartman's ex.

his eyes turned away from the girl, back to the rest of the girls, he rarely talks to them but he's pretty neutral with.

"Kyle, why are you so red?"

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"EW! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!"
Kyle stuck his tongue out in disgust as Stan let out a giggle.

"sorry!" Stan apologized. his legs crossed on Kyle's bed as he wiped his mouth.

"next time you fucking laugh hold that shit in!"
Kyle scolded, looking down at the soda spilled on his shirt, courtesy of Stan.

"KYLE??!"

Stan's laugh stopped as his wide eyes looked up at the door.

"shit, your mom."

Kyle gasped and kept his eyes on the door as well, pushing Stan out of the bed.

"quick! hide!"

he ushered, causing the teen to hurriedly rush to the closet and hide.

just as the closet doors closed, his bedroom door opened, revealing his mom.

"Kyle? babysitters her I want you to go say hi."