𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; south park ☆

𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; In the middle

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"HES SO PRETTY..."
[Y/N] swooned, admiring from afar the guy that didn't even acknowledge her. and when he did— it was at least once a week.

either way, [Y/N] founded him absolutely mesmerizing; even if he didn't really do much of anything.

Gary was quiet, and the times he did talk it was soft—spoken and barely audible. like he was too scared to speak.

and he kept to himself a lot, usually— [Y/N] was not the stalker type but she had to do some digging just to find out more about him.

well... [Y/N] was a bit of a stalker.

she would always search for him in the hallways, overthink about any interaction they have (they have literally never talked before) and sometimes snap a picture or two.

so yeah, she was sadly delusional.

"he wants me so bad."
the [H/C]—haired girl muttered, sighing as she sunk her head more into the palm of her hand.

He was so ideal, blonde hair, blue eyes, a pretty face. He was a cutie!

at least to [Y/N].

"aww c'mon [Y/N]! He looks like a deformed gremlin."

Leslie spoke, her nose scrunching at the sight of Gary waiting tables in front of her and her human companion.

"He's a cutie I don't know what you're talking about."
[Y/N] huffed, letting out a big sigh as her arms left the table and she leaned back into the booth of the restaurant. Gary was out of sight so there was no more staring to be done

Leslie rolled her eyes again and turned towards her best friend.
"anyways, how are the roller skating lessons? Marj told me you're doing surprisingly good."

"surprisingly good? girlie, I'm a natural."

[Y/N] boasted, letting a grin form at her cherry chapstick—glossed lips.

the robot across from her shrugged as she rested her eyes, glancing down at the menu placed in front of each of the girls that displayed all the options— of which were all good; but [Y/N] didn't come here for the food. but instead the waiter that was Gary.

"I'm just saying cause last time—"

"OKAY! okay, shut up. don't have to bring it up."

the [H/C]—haired girl put her hand up and rolled her eyes before glancing at the menu as well.

"can I get you guys anything to start with?"

OH MY FU—

"uhm, just some... do you guys carry motor oil?"

As Gary raised a brow at Leslie, [Y/N] was busy screaming mentally and forcing her eyes away from the blonde at their table, instead pretending to focus more on the menu and be mysterious.

"will water do?"
Gary asked, a little creeped out by the girl's request, even though in the other hand the teenage robot thought it was a regular thing to ask for in a restaurant and not a car shop

"sure."
Leslie shrugged. satisfied with her order she turned her head towards her best friend; who was hiding her face in the menu.

Gary also looked towards the girl, waiting for an answer.

"Soder— SODA!! just a cherry soda please."

[Y/N] nervously giggled, having no other choice but to pull her face from the folded paper and glance up at the waiter Gary, who was looking down at her with a blank expression.

even if the eye contact was for a very brief 0.3 seconds— [Y/N] still felt her stomach turn and the heat in her face rise. to her: he was perfect.

he totes wants me.

"ooookay, Cherry soda, and water."

Gary mumbled as he wrote it down, [Y/N]'s mouth turning to a small smile once she notice how he stuck his tongue slightly out the corner of his coral lips.

and just like that he was gone.

"isn't he just so dreamy—"

"don't start."

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