Doki Doki South Park Edition!

Cartman is actually cute.

"Nevermind." Cartman mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh yeah! You usually write about food, huh, fatass?"
Stan asked this like it shouldn't insult Cartman, but of course it does. "Bitch, I'm not fat!"

Cartmans face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. "Well, you were writing on a napkin" Cartman grumbled at Stan.
"What was the poem again? Oh! Yeah. Its-" "DONT YOU DARE SAY IT ALOUD! AND GIVE IT BACK!!" Whatever it was.. It must've been precious to him. "Fine. Fine. Don't be such a bitch."  Stan smiled at me.

I looked away though, he's out of my league. Kenny laughed softly and decided to join in on the conversation. "Your cupcakes! Your poems! Everything about you is just as cute as you are!" Then he slide up behind Cartman and puts his head on Cartmans shoulder. "KENNY GET YOUR HEAD OFF ME BEFORE I KICK YOU IN THE DICK."

Cartman whined. The blush on his face keeps getting darker, its quite cute.  "Cartman, do you write your own poems?" I wanted to talk to Cartman, even if its only for a second.
"Yeah, sure. Why do you care?"  I could tell he was trying to be rude but he was failing. F in the chat. "I think its impressive!" I beam at him. He looked shook.

"Why don't you share them sometimes?" ((Its so hard making the beginning of doki doki sound interesting omg))
  As soon as I said that he went back to his old tsundere ways. "N-No!" He then looks away. "You wouldn't like them.. they're to cool for you!"
Its seemed like he was muttering every excuse he could come up with until I cut him off. "So, you're not very confident in your work yet?" I smiled in what I hoped was a comforting way.

He still didn't meet my eyes. "I understand how Cartman feels. Sharing your writing can be very difficult, it takes more then just confidence. Honestly the truest form of writing is writing to oneself." Kyle played with a red curl that found its way in front of his eye.

Ah shit, here we go again. Rock mode activated. I couldnt help but think. But I just nod my head in agreement. "You gotta be willing to open up to your readers, exposing your vulnerabilities and showing even the deepest reaches of your heart."  I made a mantle note to look up everything on the subject 'Books'.

"Do you have writing experience too, Kyle?" Stan buts in. They were pretty close in 4th grade, I wonder what happened.
"Maybe if you share some of your work, you can set an example and help Cartman feel comfortable enough to share his wet dream."
They both giggled slightly as Cartman frowned more.

"Nah dude." Kyle said. He put one hand on his chest and looked away, obviously embarrassed.
"Awww! I wanna read everybody's poems!" Kenny said happily, his head still on Cartman shoulder.
We all sat in silence for a moment. "Okay!" He clapped his hands to retain attention he hadn't lost.
"I have an idea!" Stans smile was something I liked seeing.

We all looked at Stan, trying to tell if he was trolling or not. "Lets all go home and write a poem of our own! That way, everyone is even."
Such a Brilliant plan. Wouldn't expect anything less for Stan Marsh.

"U-uh-" Cartman started but stopped, he fiddled with his uniform cuff.
Kyle opened his mouth to say something but stayed quiet, looking at the floor.
"Yeah! Lets do it!!" Kenny removed himself from Cartman's shoulder and jumped up and down in glee, until Kyle patted his shoulder. "Plus, now that we have Y/N I think it will help all of us get a little more comfortable together. And all that gay shit like that! Isnt that right, Y/N?"

I looked at all four boys, Stan's smile shined brightest of all four. "There's, um.. I never actually said I'd join." I scratched the back of my neck and looked away from everyone.
"Kenny convinced me to come but I never made the decision to stay. There's so many more clubs to look and..." I looked up and completely forgot what I was saying as i saw all the boys looking at me sadly.

B-But-" Stan starts, then clenched his fist. "I-I'm sorry.. I h-hope I didn't.." Kyle looks at the floor.
Cartman just sighed and looked away from me.
"Y/N..." A single tear slipped down Kenny's face.

"You all.." I was completely defenseless against all these boys. Cute boys, might I add. I shivered. How am I supposed to make a decision when they're looking at me with puppy dog eyes? If writing poetry is the measly task to hang out with all these Cute, popular boys.. Not to mention reconnect with Kenny..

"Right, okay. I've decided."

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