I Can't Help It (Kenny McCormick X Reader)

Chocolate Cake

(Your P.O.V)

All of my classmates were shouting and chattering and even throwing paper airplanes on our way to school, like they did almost everyday. 

One of the guys I usually hang out with had an eight-inch round cake. A chocolate cake, which was layered evenly with chocolate cake and coco mousse. On the top, it had milk chocolate frosting which I wished I was close enough to reach over and dip my finger into to take a taste of the delectable dessert. That was Eric Cartman, we usually just called him by his surname.

"Be quiet back there! These roads are slick!" a piercing voice rang out, which was starting to not sound so "devilish" and "wicked" because of how many times my classmates and I have heard her yell.

"Hey Cartman!" I heard a voice ask from the back of the bus. "Are you gonna share that cake with any of us?"

I turned around and noticed that the question had come from another one of my friends, Stan Marsh. He was a kid who always wore a toque that was similar to Cartman's cyan and yellow one, but its colours where mainly blue with red trim and a bright pom-pom that matched the trim in colour.

"Hmmm let me think," Cartman replied. "No."

"Oh come on, fat ass!" another voice replied. "Its not like you should be eating all of that cake, anyways!"

Again, I turned around and saw one of my other friends, Kyle Broflovski. He adjusted his green ushanka hat with his matching green gloves.

"Yumm!" Cartman said. "Its chocolaty and delicious!"

"GIVE US SOME, CARTMAN!" Stan shouted, but was quickly cut off by our bus driver, Mrs. Crabtree.

"I SAID BE QUIET!!!" she screamed.

"I can't possibly finish this whole cake..." Cartman said as he put down his fork for a few seconds. "Oh wait! Yes I can!"

"SHUT UP CARTMAN!" Stan shouted, once again causing Mrs. Crabtree to slam her foot down on the brake peddle.

"Okay, that's it." our bus driver said, breaking the short amount of silence. "Y'all be quiet or the cute bunny dies!"

She held a revolver pistol up to the head of a grey, fuzzy bunny-rabbit as she held it by the ears. Everyone gasped as she put her finger on the trigger, they then stopped talking.

An ear-deafening screech broke the silence that my classmates were too scared to break in case our unstable bus driver decided to kill the bunny. Everybody's eyes shot forward to where a sign was blocking our path. A road closed sign.

A detour sign was put up right beside it, so Mrs. Crabtree quickly veered off towards the twisty road that would get us to our destination.

"Cartman! Give us some cake!!!" Stan shouted, leading Cartman to joke again with saying, 

"I can't possibly eat one more bite... maybe I'll try."

Kyle then shouted at the top of his lungs, which was a big mistake. "GIVE US SOME YOU FAT F***!!!"

Mrs. Crabtree turned around in her seat, still driving and yelled. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!!" 

Before Kyle could reply, our bus was heading for the edge of the road. Suddenly, kids were bouncing out of their seats... and my vision went black.