South Park Boyfriend Scenarios

~New Guys' Update; When You Guys Meet~

Pip

"Children, I'd like you to meet our newest student, (Y/N) (L/N)!" Mr. Garrison announced, a fake smile plastered on his face. The class groaned. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door before Mr. Mackey popped his head in. "Mr. Garrison, the new student's here, M'kay?" "Alright, let her in." Everyone stared in awe as the young girl made her way in. Everyone thought she was beautiful. She had soft (H/C) hair that shone in the dimmest of light. And her sparkling (E/C) eyes seemed to catch everyone's attention. After further introductions, (in which I was too lazy to type out), Mr. Garrison ordered that she sits next to Pip. She smoothly glided towards her desk and took a seat. Pip leaned in and whispered, "Ello, (Y/N)! My name's Phillip! But everyone that hates me calls me Pip!" She looked at him, and gave a warm smile. "Well, I shall call you Phillip!" The young Brit widened his eyes in shock. "R-Really?" "Of course." she replied genuinely. "So does that mean we're friends?" Pip asked with pure hope. "Absolutely."

Pete ~Red Goth~

You sat in your favorite tree, which happened to be behind the school. Sometimes, you couldn't stand that place, so you would ditch and climb to the very top. It cleared your mind and was quite relaxing. As you took a deep breath in of the sweet,fresh air, you noticed a boy your age sitting at the bottom. He had black hair w/ red roots that he would occasionally flip out of his eye. You watched as he would take a deep drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out; then he would just sit there, quietly. It didn't even look like he was thinking. When you had the guts, you slowly yet stealthily climbed down and hung from your legs like monkey bars. "Hello." you said, loud enough for him to hear. He looked up, without flinching. "What?" he simply replied. "I was just saying hi." "Why don't you bother someone else, you Nazi Cheerleader?" he snapped. "One; I'm not a fag cheerleader, those girls are sluts. Two; If I was to bother someone else, I would be in school. In which, I am not." He was silent for a minute before sighing. "Fine. You're tolerable... For a Conformist..."

Micheal ~Curly Goth~

You and your *cough* annoying *cough* sister, Wendy, were talking with her best friend, Bebe. And by talking, I mean they were talking, while you sat there writing your poems. Right when you were closing up, a red ball flew by you and rolled itself towards the back of the school. "Hey, (Y/N), can you get that for us?" Stan yelled from across the playground. You angrily sighed and stomped your way to go retrieve it. When you found it, you saw four goths smoking and listening to rock 'n' roll. You walked up to the ball, grabbing it and heading back. Just as you were a few steps leaving, you heard one of the goths call out, "Conformist." You stopped in your tracks and turned towards them. "I am NOT a Conformist." you replied angrlyi, yet in a calm tone. "What about your Nazi cheerleader friends?" The girl goth asked. "I only hang out with them because one of them is my sister. And because I like to listen into their conversations. It calls for really good black-mail..." They looked at you, then each other, then glanced back at you. "Why don't you sit with us?" the curly-haired one suggested, getting everyone's attention. You gave a small smile, to where it was barely noticeable. "Yeah, sure, sounds cool." you said, throwing back the ball and walking back to Wendy's group to finish your poems. It was quiet for the goths before one of them spoke up. "She's strange..." the red goth said, flipping his hair. "But in a good way..." the curly one whispered to himself.

Mike ~Vampire Leader~

"Hey, who's that girl?" one of the Vamps asked, looking up the bleachers. The rest of the group looked up to see a girl with (F/C) converses, black skinny jeans and a (F/C) hoodie on. She had (H/L) (H/C) hair and sparkling (E/C) eyes. The group suggested that Mike go up there and shoo her off. As he made his way to the top, he noticed she was drawing pictures of bats flying off into the night. (So majestic) He sat down beside you. You looked over to him and smiled. "May I help you?" "You're a pretty good drawer!" he remarked. You blushed from his comment. "Yeeaahh, weelllll...~" "How would you like to be my friend?"

(I know it's sucky, but I didn't really know what to put...)

Derek ~6th Grader Leader~

You walked through the forest looking for Slender Man. (Yes... You're gonna be that person...) You stopped when you heard a bunch of motorcycle noises being badly impersonated. You decided to follow the sound before you found a bunch of older kids, a couple of years older, riding their bikes in a drainage place thingy. Being the stalker you were, you decided to watch them for a little bit. One of them saw you, and called the rest of the group. They steered their way towards you and started to circle around. One of them with short brown hair and a green t-shirt with his face on it rid their bike to where he was completely facing you. 'He seems concieted...' you thought to yourself as you glanced at his shirt. "What are you doing here? This place is for 6th graders, you Fourthie!" "Well, guess what! I absolutely do not give a crud!" you said before turning around and walking off like a boss. You sat down at your earlier spot. Hesistantly, the one who told you to leave got off his bike and slowly walked towards you. "Hey," he whispered loud enough for you to hear. "For a Fourthie, you're tolerable. Tomorrow, meet me at Starks Pond after school." And with that, he walked away leaving you stunned that he actually used the word 'tolerable' in a sentence.