𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; south park ☆

𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙁𝘼𝙄𝙇𝙐𝙍𝙀; looking at the stars, admiring from afar.

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"GO GO GO!"

practice is one thing, an actual football game is another.

when your at practice; you are only showing off your skills to your friends and coach.

but now it's time for the real thing; your uniform snug around your waist and your socks scrunched up around your ankles, your makeup and hair done by Bebe instead of your usual heavy/light makeup.

the team did the first part of your routine before the football players came into the field, making most of the attention focus on your loud cheers and claps of the cheesy song the coach and school came up with.

not too long after, the football players came out onto the field, various people cheering and screaming at the South Park boys getting into the field.

Stan Marsh wasn't someone you would particularly find yourself wrapped with, he also seemed to hate you. and he proved that a few days ago.

he marched onto the field, behind Tolkien who was the captain, his face shown a small smile but in his mind he was anything but happy.

of course Stan loved football, but his real passion was music— he rarely ever threw a football in his free time— but he definitely wasn't going to go for baseball ever again.

as Stan marched onto the field, he looked towards the cheer squad, trying to look at Wendy, but instead, he ended up looking at you.

as soon as the boy made eye contact he looked forward in embarrassment, his face hearing up in result.

How did that happen?

you on the other hand, didn't think too much of it, but it was more of a stare that Stan gave than his usual glare that he only seemed to shoot your way. now that you think about it, what did you ever do to him??

the game goes on, South Park starts to take the lead, but what you start to notice as you cheer is that Stan is starting to look towards you more often.

and it's not the cold look your usually used to, but it's a some kind of hopeful look— like how he turns to you with wide eyes to make sure if you saw him score a point or tumble a guy to the ground— almost like a puppy trying to get rewarded after bringing back the stick.

your eyebrows would furrow and you'd usually look away in awkwardness, which seemed to make him more angry at your lack of attention,  you realized that this was maybe an enemy thing; he wanted to make sure you saw how strong and tough he was so that you wouldn't try anything funny with him, but it wasn't really working.

Leslie caught wind of your eye contact with Stan and turned to you, "what's up with Marsh?"

you shrugged and took a sip of your water, "I don't know, he seems off..."

the robot grinned, knowing exactly what was happening, but turned back towards the game.

"your so clueless..."

but Stan wasn't the only boy who was watching you from afar.

"excuse me? Vampir?"

one of the vamp kids asked their leader, tugging on his leather jacket.

though, he was too busy with a bucket of popcorn in his hands and a soda in another, but he wasn't watching the game, but instead; you.

"why did we come here again? I thought you said school games were for weak mortals?"

one of the other vamp kids pointed out, Mike Makowski perked up at the question and turned his head towards his loyal follower.

"watching the game is for weak mortals!! I didn't come here for that.."

Mike/ Vampir turned back to where you sat, his eye—lids drooping as he let out a dreamy sigh.

now it didn't take a genius to figure out that Mike had a MAJOR crush on you, he has dedicated a CD to a mixtape that was filled with songs that reminded him of you, he had wrote you letters that he wouldn't dare to give.

hell, he would even write your initial with his on some of his papers— but made sure no one would see.

his plastic fangs hung out from the bottom of his top lip creating a snaggle tooth as he smiled dreamily, watching you.

Mike has pretty much convinced himself that he was meant to fix you, he knew you were weirdo just like him and he thinks that you are just too scared to express yourself; and he's the one that has to drag you away from your popular girl lifestyle.

"uhm, Vampir? your not staring at [Y/N] again are you?"

Katie asked again, already knowing the answer to her very obvious question.

Mike was quick to avert his gaze and blush embarrassed, scrunching up his body and nose in an awkward motion as he looked off to the random football players on the field.

"...NOooooo...."

Katie shook her head softly and looked at where he was staring at, your figure wasn't hard to find and eventually, she found herself staring too at how the moonlight seemed to beam down at you like a spotlight.

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