It's Just High School South Park Next Gen Fic

Firkle: Solitude

"Alexa, what do you think Firkle's doing right now?"

"I'm sorry I don't understand your question."

The Canadian sighed heavily. "I said what do you think Firkle is doing right now?"

"Sorry, I'm having trouble understanding your question."

"Ugh... Why am I bothering? Alexa play Love song by the Cure.

"Okay."

186,480. That's how many pores were in the ceiling of Firkle's temporary home. He, of course, wasn't counting the ceiling of the bathroom or kitchen since they were technically different rooms even though this was a studio apartment.

He'd been bored out of his mind these past two days. His journal was full now and he'd heard every single CD of his at least forty times. Even his favorite band posters were getting annoying to look at. He wondered if wandering the streets of Wisconsin would bother his mom it would definitely relieve his boredom. Should he ask her? He looked up from his phone and noticed his mom was washing dishes. He coughed a little and she smiled at him. "How are you doing, hun?" Firkle smiled, actually smiled. Even though he was bored he was slowly getting comfortable with his mother in his life.

"I'm good, I was actually wondering if it was cool if I could explore around a little. I won't be out long and I'll be home before dark, promise! Is that okay?" He already had his coat in his arms and the door open ready to leave. She frowned seemingly disappointed but forced a smile.

"It's fine hun, just be safe you have my number, don't wander too far." The goth nodded and quickly closed the door behind him.

Firkle looked around the snowy white landscape and smiled a little. It brought back memories of sledding with Ike and ice-skating on Stark's Pond. It reminded him so much of South Park but he tried to shake off his homesickness. He'd come here voluntarily to make it up to his mom for ditching Thanksgiving. He wouldn't mess up again. The only thing about wandering around was there wasn't a single person in sight. It was probably too cold for the conformist people of Wisconsin but to Firkle the solitude was kinda beautiful. It was something he'd grown used to and sort of missed since he started being more social this year.

Watching the snowy hills made him regret not bringing a sled. He could, of course, ask his mom to buy him one but just thinking of that made him feel guilty. Thinking about his mom, in general, made him feel like shit. Now he couldn't look at the snow just thinking of the torment he put his mother through made him frustrated with himself. All of it for the stupid conformist Ike. He sighed slowly watching his icy breath linger for a moment. God, did he want coffee. Maybe that would appease his guilt.

Google said the closest coffee shop was a mile away but walking in the snow combined with the fact that Firkle hated walking made it feel more like 100 miles. He was shaking in his skin by the time he reached the Harbucks.

For a while, he stood in front of the shop contemplating if he could handle social interaction today. The snow on the roof looked more enticing to look at than the packed cafe. A tall man opened the door with a hot expresso in his hand. The aroma of black coffee raced out of the shop. His mouth watered, maybe he could run in, order, get his drink, and run back to the solitude of winter. It couldn't be that bad... Could it?

The goth flung the door open and was ready to run to the counter when a blond boy's scream diverted his attention. "GAH!! I can't handle it anymore! There are too many people here! They're gonna get me!" The short brunette at the counter sighed as the messy haired blond started running around with the mop in his hand leaving a trail of water all over the Harbucks. Firkle involuntarily smiled. He watched the blond for a second longer trying to remember his name. The words escaped him without hesitation.