note: friendship / strike on canada ep
"Hey Ike. Aren't you cold?" you asked the kindergartener who was sitting in the snow.
"Yeah," was the quiet reply.
You hummed slightly before sitting beside the boy. You honked after a few seconds.
"Wha?" he asked, throwing you a confused look.
"Your sign. It says honk if you support Canada," you replied, smiling. Ike gave a grin in return.
He crawled onto your lap, and you helped him stick the sign in the ground beside the two of you. A car drove by, but the next one stop. It honked a few times before driving off.
"So, how's school goin'?" you asked the boy as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"It's goin' good," he replied. "I'm having trouble with understanding words, though."
"You can ask me for help whenever you need it, li'l buddy," you said, ruffling his hair.
"_____? What're you doing out here?" You looked up to see Ike's older brother.
"Well hey to you too, Kyle," you replied. "I'm out here cause I'm gonna join the strike."
"But you're not Canadian!" the fourth-grader yelled.
"Why's that matter?" You turned slightly to look up at Kyle. He was definitely shocked.
"Wha...whatever," he mumbled, crossing his arms. He walked back inside.
"As you can see, an American has joined the Canadian Strike. Miss, can we have an explanation for why?"
"Why's it matter?"
"Because, it's a Canadian strike."
"And? Just because it's that doesn't mean I can't join."
Kyle stared at the TV.
"Wow, dude. _____'s pretty badass," Stan said.
"Yhh, sh rly s," Kenny said, nodding.
"She's still helping the Jew's brother," Cartman argued.
"They're really good friends," Kyle stated. "Honestly, she's like Ike's sister. He likes her a lot more than he likes me. We should probably help."
"How?" Stan turned to Kyle.
"By negotiation, probably. Let's call the Canadian representatives?" Kyle asked.
"Ike, I'm gonna go get some food. You okay with staying alone for a bit?" you asked the boy. Honestly, you were half-starving.
"No need." You glanced up to see--
"The fuck you doin' here, Craig?" you snapped at the chullo-wearing boy.
"Dropping off some food." He placed a bag beside you and the kindergartener. "What's it look like?"
You frowned at him before raising your middle finger, your index folding up to the middle knuckle. It was the way you usually thanked Craig.
He simply raised his middle before walking off, hands in his pockets.
"Such a sweet guy," you said sarcastically.
Ike dug into the bag, pulling out some chips. "If we share, then it'll last longer, right?" he asked.
You nodded, sharing the first bag of chips with him.
It took a few more days before the strike ended, and by then both you and Ike just wanted to sleep.
"Hey guys. It's over," Kyle said.
"Cool," you yawned. "Is it okay if I stay here for tonight? I don't feel like walking home," you said, rubbing your eyes as you stood up. Ike's sign was left on the ground.
"Yeah, sure. If mom says yes." Kyle picked up the bag of trash. "I think she will, though. Since you did stay beside Ike through all of this."
"Sweet," you replied, walking inside. You took Ike up to his room, sitting on the bed with the sleeping boy.
You fell asleep while sitting up, eventually falling backwards.
Kyle came in later to move you and his little brother under the blankets.
"They're kinda like me and Stan," he said to himself out loud before leaving.
