Bromantic (Craig Tucker x Reader)

Ferris Wheel

Y/n's POV
        I woke up, took a shower and put on a dash of makeup before putting on some denim shorts and a black tank top. It's supposed to be about 80 degrees today so I might as well dress the part. I went downstairs to eat breakfast only to be greeted by my mother and father. They have been home for a bit of time now, and to be honest I miss sharing my mornings with the entire family. My mom had made pancakes so I sat down at the dining table to eat. James was of course staring at me probably coming up with some weird joke or an argument for me.
        "Stop looking at me" I said rolling my eyes annoyed.
        "Im sorry, Im just curious of where you are going? You've been acting weird lately, I'm just worried" James emphasized the word 'worried'. He was being a dick and trying to get mom's attention focused on me. Which meant he was hiding something..
        "Wait, what's wrong with Y/n? Is everything okay sweetie?" My mom then started to intervene, James had won this round. Great, now my mom is all concerned about me for absolutely no reason.
        "What? No! I'm fine!" Before I had a chance to switch the attention  back on my brother the doorbell rang. Everyone looked at the door and oddly looked at eachother.
        "I got it." My dad sighed as he made his was to the door.
        "Well sweetie if something is bothering you, you can always talk to me okay?" My mom was now standing behind me as she lightly squeezed my shoulders. I gave my brother a dirty look and mouthed 'what the hell?' across the table. All he did was smirk back at me as he took a sip of orange juice.
        "Um, Y/n. There is a- what's your name?" My dad was talking to someone who was staying in the doorway which was out of my sight.
        "Oh, I'm Kyle Broflovski Sir." I heard a slightly familiar voice as the red headed boy stopped inside my house.
        "Y/n, Kyle is here to pick you up" As my dad finishes talking Kyle gives me a small smile and waves a bit awkwardly.
        "You're going on a date!? Y/n!! Oh don't you step a foot out of this house until i get a picture!!" Before I could protest my mom quickly ran out of the room in search for her camera.
        "No!- Mom- don't!" I tried yelling after my mom but my dad was already dragging me towards Kyle and shoving us together. My mom then came running back into the room snapping pictures. I felt Kyle put his arm around me pulling me closer to him for the pictures,
        "Okay mom, we gotta get going! Bye!" I then basically pushed Kyle out of the door.        
        "Bye! Be safe!" My mom yelled to me as a I closed the door behind me.
        "I am sooo completely sorry about that, that was completely embarrassing." I took a deep breath as we made our way onto the sidewalk.
        "Oh no you are fine, my parents would of acted the same way." I smiled at Kyles words while we walked.
        "So that was a great way to officially meet each other." Kyle laughed a bit nervously.
        "Yeah, well it's nice to finally talk to you." I smiled over at Kyle and laughed a bit.
        "So where are the others?" I asked, remembering Cartman said they would all meet me at my house.
        "Oh, we figured I'd come get you since you where on the way from my house. We figured we would just meet them there so they didn't have to back track." For the rest of the walk me and Kyle just asked each other lame questions about each other. Surprisingly we had aloy=t in common. Maybe today will be fun after all.
        When we finally arrived at the fair we saw the other three boys waiting for us. Stan came right over to me and nudged my shoulder.
        "It looks like things didn't work out between those two guys huh?" As Stan spoke I could feel my face immediately shoot up with fire. I could feel the crimson red burning through my cheeks.
        "What the fuck are you talking about Stan?" Cartman asked looking annoyed, yet oddly fascinated at the same time.
        "Nothing! We are not talking about it." I shot Stan a glare.
        "I'm over it, It's just embarrassing" I said softening my stare as I spoke to Stan.
        "Alright, well let's just have a good time guys." Kyle said obviously changing the uncomfortable topic. I noticed Kenny had strayed from the group with few whorish girls from around town. Well, I mean I never have talked to them before. There's a chance they could be pretty nice, but they were all wearing extremely short skirts and tanks tops, and the one when the one blonde started putting on lip gloss her eyes went dead... so i'm gonna guess Kenny is not gonna have a conversation that intelligence  is gonna surpass the third grade.
        "Let's go on the ferris wheel guys! Come on Stan." Cartman grabbed Stans wrists slightly dragging him while we all started walking to the iconic ride.
        "What? Why me?" Stan asked sounding a bit pissed.
        "Because I hate Kyle and I'm not gonna ride on a ferris Wheel with some whore." Cartman's words took me a bit by surprise because he was the one who invited me, so I figured he at least liked me a little.
        "Woah not cool Cartman." Kyle said as Stan looked at Cartman with disgust.
        "Oh does me calling (Y/n) a whore bother you Kahl? Does it make your jew heart hurt? Does it make you want to hit me?" Cartman walked closer to Kyle as he talked, getting in his face like he was trying to fight him.
        "You just talking makes me want to punch you in the face, so shut up and get on the ride and try not to let shit fall out of your mouth." Kyle's words made my body fill with tension, but everyone else seemed perfectly at ease, almost as if this was a normal conversation.
        "No promises" Cartman said as we all got in line. There was barely anybody at the fair today so we all got on right away. The ride could only fit two people at a time so Stan and Cartman got in first. Stan did not seem very happy about it.
        "You better keep my name out of your mouth fatass." Kyle said as the ride instructor checked their seat.
        "Fuck off Jew" Cartman said as the ride began moving. After a little while Kyle and I got on.  We were a bit squished together and I could feel his entire leg matched exactly against mine. I was in shorts so I could feel the rough fabric of his jens lightly scratching me leg. His hand slightly grazed my thigh as Kyle buckled us together. Suddenly I became extremely nervous as the ride began to move. The ride went on for a bit before anything was said.
        So... You still like Craig?" Kyles question took me extremely off guard, so much though I began stampering on my words.
        " W-w-what?" Was all that came out.
        "Oh, uh Stan kinda told me everything, you know after he hit you and then apologized." He explained. I mean I should of known better, they are best friends, what did I expect?
        "Oh.. Well, no, not really. I don't think... well I haven't even spoken to him for months now. So no. I don't." I looked over at Kyle, I saw a small smile spread across his lips. The ride then stopped abruptly. Kyle and I were now stuck at the very top of the ride. I looked down to see the large plugs to the ferris wheel in Cartman's hands.
        "What is he doing?" I poked Kyle's shoulder then pointed down to where Cartman was standing.
        "What the fuck Cartman!? What are you doing!?" Kyle yelled down at him. Obviously they could hear each other, the ride wasn't that big considering  we were at a travel size fair.
        "Jews belong together Kahl!!" Cartman Yelled and then began running away from the security officers.
        "What?" I asked a bit confused.
        "Awe what the fuck!" Kyle said almost at the same time as I spoke. Then it sunk in. Cartman invited me here cause he is trying to hook me and Kyle up because he thinks we share the same religion. It was silent for a few moments before I spoke up.
"I'm not even Jewish.." I said as me and Kyle looked at eachother with straight faces. Then we both burst out laughing. We laughed so hard we started crying. After a few minutes of complete hysteria, the ferris wheel began moving again. We were let off, our laughter dying down a little. Kyle looked over at me smiling.
"You want some ice cream? I'll buy?" He asked as my own smile grew.
"Sure."

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If you would like to read the Kyle Broflovski alternate ending, skip to chapter "Cotton Candy" :) It's in progress. <3