"Love me or fear me Y/N. You're staying."
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Kenny has been your childhood friend ever since you could remember. He was the one who took you to the club You sold ur soul for! Stan Marsh is being a little to nice for comfort here...
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Stan as MONIKA
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"I'll join the literature club." I said reluctantly. I don't think I can live without these hot boys... I don't think i could take it. Kenny couldn't take it either, but in a whole different reason from you. He should be happy but he felt a pull at his heart. You were now not only his.
One by one the boys lit up. "YESS! IM SO HAPPY! THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE!" Kenny jumps up and down before hugging me tightly. Like he was scared I'd change my mind if he'd let go.
I couldnt help but notice how he smelt like lavender. Is it a weird thing to smell someome? I quietly took a deep sniff, inhaling the sent that I haven't smelt in such a long time.
It probably is... Why do I act like such a creep? "H-Hey!" Hearing my voice he let go of me and put his arm on my head. "AYE, GET YOUR ARM OFF MY-" "You really gave me a scare for a moment." Kyle smiled slightly, though small it was enough for me.
"If you only came for cupcakes I'd be pissed. And you don't want me pissed." Cartman looked at you and scratched the back of his head. Imagining Cartman pissed brought a smile to my face.
You were brought back to reality by the feeling of someone watching. That someone was in fact, Stan. He was staring straight at me with a smile on his face. It held so many emotions that I couldn't even pick out one.
Does he ever stop smiling? Showing off his perfect teeth due to braces in middle school? "Then, that makes it official! Welcome to the literature club dude." I should've felt super happy, but instead I felt... Dread? "Ah. Thanks. I guess." "Okay everyone!" He clapped his hands again.
"I think with that we can officially end today's meeting on a good note. Everyone remembers tonight's assignment: write a poem so we can all share." Stan looked at me like I was the only one in the room.
"Y/N..." He stopped but continued. "I look forward to seeing how you express yourself." He then laughed sweetly. What was he about to say? With his laugh I understood. He knows I can't write for shit. Can I really impress the class star Stan with my mediocre writing skills? I already feel the anxiety welling up inside me.. Meanwhile, the boys continue to chit chat as Kyle and Cartman clean up the food. "Hey, Y/N.. Since...uh... Walk home with me?" Kenny smiled nervously. "Oh!" Kenny and I almost never walk home anymore, due to his club and all. "Hell yeah! Its been a while." I pat his head which causes him to smile a big goofy smile. "Yay!"
With that, the two of us depart the literature club and make our way home. The whole way, my mind keeps thinking about the four boys. Kenny, Cartman, Kyle, and of course.. Stan. Could I really be happy spending my life here at the literature club? Could I really grow closer to one of these boys?!?
Okay! I just have to make the most of it! A smile graces my lips. Aaannnd I guess that starts with writing a poem tonight... Oh boy... Can't wait. "Hey, Y\N.... Thanks." Kenny looked down at me and smiled. I blushed slightly. " for Everything.."
I ripped out another page from my newest spiral notebook. I groaned as I heard the ripping sound and banged my head on the desk. It hurt a lot. more then I thought it would.. That sounded stupid.. Poems are harder to write then they look..
My thoughts were interrupted by the ringtone of my cell phone. I looked over at it to see the photo I took of Kenny sometime last week.
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The screen read "BITCH ASS CRY BABY 💖💖💖💕💕" Kenny... I yawned as I lazily reach for my phone. When I press the answer button I put it on speaker. "Heya Ken.." I yawned and scratched my head. He laughed as he heard me yawn. "Sleepy, huh?" He asked. I nodded my head lazily, but realised we aren't on FaceTime and mumbled a simple, "ye."
"Well I was wondering if you were having a little trouble with the assignment.." "OMG YES KENNY!" I shouted, all tiredness instantly leaving my being. I could hear him laughing his ass off, dispite holding the phone away from his face. "Aight, im coming over. Get some hot cocoa ready."
"You're the only one who would want hot cocoa in the god damn spring."
"Sh- you're the one who can't write poems."
"I honestly hate you."
We both burst out laughing. We ended up talking until I heard a knock on my door. Kenny was there, holding up a coffee and F/D from McDonald's. "I made hot cocoa." He then threw the coffee and F/D into your yard which caused you to sigh. He had a big goofy smile on his face and it just caused you to smile too.
After that we set up a little camp in front of the fire place. We both cuddled up thinking of poem ideas while talking about stupid shit.
"Hmm... How about a sweet but sour poem?" Kenny offers. We just got done talking about how thighs make perfect pillows.
"Define it." Kenny groaned but when i punched him in the arm we burst out in giggles. "Well.." He took a sip of his now luke warm cocoa.
"Its basically a sweet poem with a dark lacing." I thought about it for a second. Not really my style but I'm desperate. Tapping the pencil on my chin, i then wrote the first thing that came to mind.
Seeing your face in the morning Fills me with a joy I can't explain
Kenny had a slight blush on his face but I shrugged it off as him being to hot. With the covers and the fireplace. "How about.." He took the note book, turned to a new page, and wrote a poem similar to mines but better.
Feeling the rays of sunshine on my face Take away the sadness Tearing away slowly I want breakfest Y/N make me an omelette.
I sighed and erased the last part. A smile graced my lips as I reread the poem. "Wow, Ken.. This is pretty good!" I put my arm around him and pulled him back with me.
We now laid on our backs looking at the plain white ceiling. "I'll make breakfast in the morning.." I mumble. He nods slightly, not really hearing what you said. "I'm so glad we're hanging out like this again." He said suddenly. I nodded slightly. "I missed you..."
I was colored stoked.
He missed me. When I could hear his soft snoring I said, "Same here." I then turned over and laid on his chest. "Same here.." ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: A/N: whooop. The whole, helping you write a poem wasnt in ddlc btw.
