The Four Seasons

New Beginning - Chapter One

"Ok, so..." Stan trailed off, trying to make conversation, but at this point, every attempt seemed futile. For the past several weeks the five of you have been trying to not make their summer hangouts together awkward- or, really, their whole friendship with each other. Things had already begun to get uncomfortable when one boy confessed how they felt, but all four? It was a little crazy and a lot to take in. And what would you tell them...god, that was a whole other story.
"I'd understand if you liked boobs if you were a lesbian." Kenny offered a suggestion to the situation, earning strange looks from everyone, especially you.
"I'm not a-" you begin to say, however you're interrupted by Eric's loud voice.
"Okay, nope. That's gross, she's not a lesbian."
"How do you know, you didn't even let her-" Kenny tries to continue the discussion with him, only to be cut off- and might I add, rather rudely- by the redhead of the group.
"She's not a lesbian guys." Kyle piped up. Everyone looks to you for a confirmation, clearly taking this matter far too seriously.
"I'm not a fucking lesbian, I like you guys, okay?"
"In a friend way, or?" This time Stan speaks up, offering more to the conversation.
"No, I mean, yes. I do." you watch as their faces drop, you really had to get better at telling others how you felt. "But, like, I like you guys, more than..." your face begins to heat up, so you hide your face in your legs, awkwardly mumbling the next thing. "God, you know, more than friends."
After that, some of them still look at you confused, which you understood since they were all a bunch of idiots sometimes, but this was really taking the cake.
"I have romantic feelings, okay?"
"For..."Cartman drawled out the 'r', waiting for you to speak again. Secretly he hoped you'd say Cartman, but not exactly like that. How you always say it, with his first name, Eric, not his last name that everyone seems to tease him with. But of course your not gonna say that you always are the most unexpected. With what you say, with what you do, it's just who you are. Despite how shy and what a dork you could be- it was something Cartman always admired about you.
"All of your dumb asses." The room was stuck in silence, everyone a little unsure of what to say. You finally got out and said it, but it would probably just end up making the whole situation ten times worse. Summer vacations were meant to be fun, not...not whatever this was turning out to be.
"God..."Stan grumbled, understanding fully what you said, but still being completely unsure of what to do in this situation. "How the fuck is that gonna work?"
All eyes were on Stan now, except you, who had looked to the ground, a little ashamed of your actions. He seemed to notice that though, as he added, "N-not that your feelings aren't valid, or anything."
You smiled reassuringly towards him, trying to show him- in some sorta
you-way- that it was fine that he reacted that way.
It was back to a quiet, awkward circle. The only thing different was Kenny's intrigued look.
"Y'know, this could work." he mumbled, and in a sudden burst of energy, "just think about it!"
You'd never thought that this many of the guys would be on board with such a crazy idea. I mean, yes, you had heard of threesomes from porn(and also Ken), but things like that were never anything more than sex. A whole relationship with more than two people? It was unheard of, but nonetheless, you sorta fancied the idea.
You still were a little nervous though, what would Eric and Kyle think? If it came to it, the two of them would be the hardest to persuade, even if you (probably) wouldn't do that, it was true that the two of them were highly opinionated. And they stood by what they believed in and fought against what they didn't. And you liked that about them- even if you didn't see eye to eye with Eric on some of his views- you still liked them.
After- what looked like semi-peaceful contemplation- Kyle finally spoke up.
"I'm in with..." he paused, unknowing of what words to use, unaware of any terms to explain what this 'thing' was. "I'm in with this, with us. What about you, fatass?"
"God damn it, whatever, fine. This works for me." Cartman- still feeling irked by Kyle's 'nickname'- began to concoct a brilliant idea.
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Several hours later, you found yourself standing in front of Safeway, a bunch of plastic straws in hand. Your warm breath creating clouds in the cool night air, it had been a solid half hour, and still, no one seemed to be showing up any time soon.
"Jesus, when is everyone gonna get here?" you grumbled to yourself, wrapping your thin jacket closer to your body, trying to keep just a little warmer. Even after so many years, you still hadn't gotten used to South Park, Colorado's weather. You almost never came prepared. At summer swim parties, you came bundled in thick coats, earmuffs, and fuzzy socks- sometimes even forgetting to bring the bathing suit. And in the fall, heading to Stan's house to hang out in the treehouse, you'd be wearing a tank top and shorts, and- on several occasions- even flip flops!
"Hey, you gotta start coming prepared, I'm not always gonna be here with my big, warm, puffy jacket." Quickly, Kenny comes around the corner, nearly tripping into the shopping carts. When he gets back up to your feet, he taunts you with his bright orange article of clothing.
"Seriously, Kenny, I'm cold." He rolls his eyes, placing an arm around your shoulders.
"Is that better?"He questions, cocking his eyebrow at you. You offer a kind smile to him, before cuddling into his chest.
"Yeah, thanks Ken," you mumble, your voice, however, muffled by Kenny's jacket.
"What if the others don't come?" the question popped up, suddenly making you a little nervous, worrying over the situation.
"Then more for me to love, I guess," he replies jokingly, holding you close. You can't take much of that though, as you push away from him, brows furrowed in anger.
"I really want this to work, Kenny. Don't fucking make fun of the situation, it's important, you asshole!" Kenny seemed a little taken aback by this, he meant no harm with his joke, and now knowing that you didn't like that kind of laugh, he'd never do it again. He apologizes, telling you that they'd probably be coming around the corner soon. It was enough to earn a smile from you, though, which made him smile, too.
Only a minute or two later- still feeling that maybe they had given up on this dumb idea- Stan comes a running over, Kyle following in suit. Both holding their knees, panting.
"Hey, look who decided to show up!" Kenny gives you a bit of a look, trying to tell you somehow that it was okay, everything- somehow -turned out fine. You giggle at his expression, moving from his hold and into Kyle's arms, giving him a small- but adoring- hug.
"I thought you guys would never come," you tell the SBFs*, almost shamefully. "I was getting a little worried, it's been more than half an hour, you two!"
"Yeah, sorry (Y/n)." Stan breathed out, you could see sweat dribble down I his forehead, they must have run here from their houses.
"I was helping Stan with some stuff, and we lost track of time." You're about to joke about it being 'Wendy related stuff', but before you even get her name out, you realize how inappropriate that now was. You only smile softly to yourself- as you still found it funny- going in for a hug with Stan.
"So...can we start?" Kenny pipes up.
"Kenny, will you stop it? Eric isn't here yet!" Kenny always found ways to get under your skin and irritate you, even if he didn't mean to. Most would have thought Cartman did that to you, as he does to everyone. But Cartman was kind, in his own...unique way. He still said things that made you a little sick sometimes, or wanna make you punch him in the face, but who didn't make you feel like that sometimes? As for Ken, though, he never meant to hurt you with his comments. He cared for you, a lot, even if he didn't always show it. He and Cartman were a lot alike, sometimes. Even if neither of them would ever admit it, it was true.
"Sorry."He mumbles, combing a hand through his dirty locks.
"Anyways, what's with you guys? Where's Cartman?" Kyle questions.
"Eager now, are we." Kenny lets out a chuckle, which earns a small glare from Kyle. "Yeah, were-"
"Were fine." you finish, getting Kenny to wrap his arm around you, as you beamed at Kyle and Stan. "I'm just really nervous about this...and I think Ken is, too."
"All of us are probably a little nervous, by now, at least."Stan pipes up. As you think that he might have been feeling a little left out in the conversation, a new booming voice joins in.
"Oh, Eric!" You squeal out, running from Kenny's hold to give Cartman a hug. He tries to put on the display of not liking your hug and really hating it, but he always loved your hugs. They were the best. "Okay, you guys ready to start?"
Stan throws up his hand with a pair of scissors in his grasp, and you hold up your pack of straws.
"Does everyone remember the deal?"
"One season with (Y/n) per person."
"Eh, pretty much the same thing."
You cut a handful of straws to various lengths, holding them out to the group. Your hands a little shaky, as you were very nervous. It had only been earlier that day, that the five of you were in the middle of another scary awkward hang out when the plan was proposed. It still seemed so surreal.
"Who wants to go first?" you shake the straws in your hand, offering them to each member.
Kenny timidly goes for a pink straw, and it was almost a full at length. Ken gives a pretty self-assured smile. Next, is Kyle, he chooses a green one, which to him must have looked promising since his face fell considerably when he noticed the length of his straw. Or, lack of length in this case. It was small and green, and it bent in his hands in frustration. He just hoped Cartman would pick one shorter than his.
After Kyle, was Stan. He looked at each on in thought, then hastily picked a pink one. It was just under the length of Kenny and Kyle's combined. But still not quite the length of a real straw. He was proud to see his wasn't the shortest, though. And lastly, Cartman, who took a good five minutes before someone yelled at him to pick already, and picked the longest straw. Stan looked wide-eyed, a little panicked. Kyle angry, and Kenny and you surprised.
"I," you let out a shaky laugh, "I guess your starting." Kenny smiles in triumph towards the other three boys. Ken knows Eric wants Summer, and just to spite him, he says it. Cartman looks livid as Kenny smirks at him, but knows you would be upset if the two of them fought(it doesn't happen often, normally the fighting was left to Kyle and Eric, but you didn't quite appreciate any the fighting all of them did). "Okay, uh, Cartman, it's your turn."
"What do you pick?"Stan replies anxiously. Eric begins to say Fall, but notices Stan's excited look on his face, and quickly changes to-
"Winter! Winter!"
"Alright, Stan, you ready?" He nods, and replies with Fall, albeit a little sad. That left you with Kyle.
"You got Spring, dude."
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Quick note: I would like to explain the situation in a little further detail right now, since no one in South Park bothered to tell you guys about it. Basically, they're in a polyamory relationship(though they've never heard that term before), and each kid is- for a lack of better words- 'assigned' to you for one season. So Kyle would spend a few months with you around Spring time, having dates with you and such. Then after Kyle, Kenny would get you for a few months over the Summer, and he could invite you to places with only the two of you(you know, as a date).
They also have group dates and they still hang out with each other, but there all dating you.
I hope this clears up this concept for everyone, if you have any more questions about it, or for the story in general, please feel free to tell me them. I'd also love to hear everyone's feedback and opinions on the first chapter. Writing and editing it during a month of school was a little challenging, but I did it!