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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"i mean, it's only been what- two weeks?" she asks me redundantly. everyone knows that bebe didn't just 'forget' the day she got cheated on. she might even remember the exact time. "right." i confirm anyways, after all she's the one painting my nails. "right! so i don't understand why everyone's always like 'girl move on' and 'girl get over it' when they know if it was them they wouldn't even get out of bed in the morning." she rolls her eyes at her own mention of a mysterious figure pressuring her.
i'm guilty of thinking that, but i would never tell bebe such a thing. it's difficult for me to be in a house with the both of them and i can't even begin to assume how it feels to be in bebe's shoes. probably pretty shitty. and for the most part her outbursts are mild anyways, and any reaction towards either clyde or wendy is to be expected. bebe was never really one to forgive and forget. but despite that, i'd be shocked if anyone moved past her situation forgivingly- even mother teresa.
"if i wasn't on this stupid island, i would've had myself a rebound already. clyde wasn't anything special anyways." bebe lies through her teeth, focusing intently on perfecting her polishing job to avoid my observant eyes. "it's still okay to be hurt by it, you know? yeah he's a dick and whatever, but he was your boyfriend. and you loved eachother." she looks up at me from her bowed head, her mouth slightly agape as she processes my words.
"whatever, fuck that bitch." she looks down again, shaking her head. "let's go have some fun with some way cuter guys." she suggests to me, but it's not really a suggestion, rather she's telling me what we're going to do. "we have a pretty limited selection." i remind her. "whatever there's.."
she finishes up on my nails before starting to paint her own, and continuing speaking.
"at least one you like!" she breaks out into an excited smile; beaming up at me as she briefly lifts her head. "if you could go on a date with any guy on island, who would you choose?" she asks me. this is a hard question!
my mind runs through a short list of the guys on the island. jimmy, barely know him. butters, ehh.. too young-ish? tweek, gay. tolkien, basically married. and the thought of going out with clyde makes my stomach churn.
then there's the actual guys i would possibly take out on a little date. just a tiny one.
craig, stan, kenny, kyle.
it's crazy how i have the whole trio in there! and then craig. if southpark is good for anything, it's creating some fine men. and i'll never complain about that.
"well, who would you go out with?" i ask her in rebuttal. her answer will narrow down my selection at least? but the early bird gets the worm. or, best-most-handsomest date. i study her features as she pauses; soft sunlight bleeds through the thin curtains, casting a golden glow on bebe's curly, already golden, hair. "oh i don't know.." she stalls for an extremely short moment, "kenny." she giggles, and i join her.
