South Park Imagines

confession » goth pete

anon: How about a Pete (red goth??) reader insert where whenever you try to confess to him, you end up becoming a blushing mess and back out of doing it until he starts to notice you coming around him a lot or something aaaah, i'm sorry i'm bad at prompts ;;

"So you're finally gonna tell him how you feel?" Kyle asked from the seat next to me. "I will." I replied. "Try not to fuck up again." Stan mocked me. "The last time you've 'tried' confessing you ran away as soon as he looked at you." Kenny from the back dragged his chair with his feet to move closer to me. "I'll try harder this time." with that the bell rings and we all headed out of the classroom. "So are you going right now?" Stan asked. "Yes." I said as I made my way to the back of the school.

I hang out with Stan's gang, but somehow I managed to be friends– well acquaintances with some of the goth kids, mainly Pete. I live next to him so we would sometimes get to talk to each other on the way home. It's been awhile since I've started to like Pete, everytime we're together I just can't help but to panic inside. He's eyes when we walk looked so calm, I had no idea what he was thinking about when we walk, but what he gave off when we walk made me feel all warm inside,ever since I felt something towards Pete I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to eat lunch with him, hang out with him after class and watch movie with him. I told Kyle about what I felt about Pete and he was very supportive, I told him that I couldn't handle bottling up my feelings anymore, so he suggested me telling Pete what I felt.

When Kyle told me to tell Pete what I felt I've been spending every other day of the week trying to tell Pete and they all end up with me failing miserable. On my way to the back door of the school I saw Pete about to head out. "Wait!" I tried to stop Pete from heading out before me. Pete turned his head to my direction and stopped himself from opening the door. "What's gotten you all hyper?" He asked, but knowing him he doesn't really need an answer. As soon as his face met mines I realized how close I was to confessing, I knew what I was suppose to do but the fear of getting rejected just kicked in. "I- Erm.. I wanted to talk to you.. About something"

Pete moved further from the door. "I have my whole life to spare." I've been asking for a moment of his time since a few weeks ago, I'm surprised he isn't ticked off by all this attempts. "I–" I felt my cheeks feel warmer, I noticed that his eyes were focused on mine. Shit, he probably noticed my cheeks turning red. "That's a really nice door." I blurted out something stupid again, why must this always happen whenever I overthink. "Shit." I said under my breathe. "Sorry, I'm feeling really sick. Talk to you later." I then ran back to the classroom. The first thing to greet me was Stan and Kyle's surprised face. My feeling were in such a mess that I didn't have time to make a snarky remark about the face they're making. "Guys, I messed up again." I hid my face on Kyle's chest as to hide my embarrassment. He would usually pat my head whenever I would fail in confessing, but this time it felt like Kyle was frozen as I rested on his chest. "Kyle?" I raised my head as to check up on what was happening to the ginger. "What's wrong?" as soon as I asked his eyes met mine, it seemed like he was staring at something in front of him besides me. "What is it?" I asked as I turned around.

"It's nothing." Kyle awkwardly laughed. "Stan?" I got out of Kyle's chest and turned to Stan. "It's was nothing. Don't worry." The two of them were acting strange. "Anyways we should get going." Kyle jabbed Stan with his shoulder. "Haha.." now Stan's the one laughing awkwardly. "You're right.. We have to do that one thing." Stan and Kyle started walking away. "Wait, where are you guys going?" I asked why they were suddenly leaving me. Stan turned to my direction but continued walking "look behind you" he said in a quiet voice, that was only meant for me to hear. I directed my attention to what was behind me. What caught my attention at my first glance was jet black hair, with red streaks on it. "Pete!?" I practically shouted from the shock.

My reaction was completely different from Pete's when he saw me, he still had his usual expression. "What was it you've been meaning to say?" He asked. He certainly did not waste any time when it came to his question. "I.." am I supposed to confess now? I asked myself, I noticed that there was a lot of people passing by, probably not now. "It's nothing important." Pete raised a brow, but besides that the look on his face remained the same. "It seems important enough for you to see me each week about it." he now looks slightly concerned. I haven't seen this facial expression of his, I feel bad now. "Uhh.. funny story." Why did those words leave my mouth, being confronted by Pete is making me stress out. I don't even know what I'm saying anymore. "You see.." I'm starting to sweat, I really have no idea how to get out of this conversation or what to say.

"I like you."

My mouth was left open by those words, I now had stopped talking after hearing those three words escape his lips. "Was that what you wanted to say?" Pete asked. I lowered my head I thought he felt the same way, but instead it was just him hitting the nail on the coffin. "Yes." I answered him, there's no point in lying. I really do like him. I raised my head as to face him and my fears of rejection.

Red, not just the streaks in his hair but also the tint of his cheeks. Why is he all red? Is this second hand embarrassment making him red? "Are you making fun of me?"

"I usually make fun of preps, but with you it's slightly different."

Slightly?

"I've felt that that's what you wanted to say a few weeks ago."

His words pierced through my heart, I feel really stupid. It was that obvious "I like you." despite Pete taking the words out of my mouth I still wanted to say it. "I know." I looked at him confused. I didn't really plan anything after saying that. "Uhh.." What now? What do I do now? Why isn't he turning me down yet. "You're so dense." He said as started walking towards me. "I already know that you like me."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"I didn't know what to say." We both stayed quiet trying to find something to say. "Do you like me as well?" I wasn't bold enough to confess, but I have the balls to ask this. "I don't know."

"I don't know?"

"Somehow I felt sorta happy" he cringed after saying the word happy. "When I realized that you were trying to confess." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked to the side, his hair following him and his eyes were blocked by his bangs. I couldn't tell what face he was making now. I was so focused on what he was saying I didn't realize that my cheeks had become even warmer than earlier. "I guess I can try hanging out with a conformist." A smile formed from my lips as I heard his response. "Really!?" I was so surprised that I couldn't help, but to shout. Everyone in the hallway near us turned to us. "You're making a scene." He said as he held my hand and brought me to the usual place, the back of the school where we planned a date for the weekend.