My New Best Friends: A South Park X Reader

Chapter 13: The Sleepover

(A/n): Wow, it's been like a year since I updated this. Oof. Don't worry though guys, I'll continue it! I love South Park too much to leave the fandom :))

(A/n): (F/a) is favorite animal, (S/f/a) is second favorite animal, and (L/f/a) is the opposite

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Afterwards, Clyde walks me home, holding my hand the entire way. As we arrive at the door, he squeezes my hand and smiles. "Thanks for doing this (Y/n). I hope we can do it again sometime."
I nod. "Of course! Thanks for walking me home, by the way."
I hug him tightly, and kiss his cheek. He stares at me in surprise. "Wha-"
"Bye Clyde!" I say sweetly, shutting the door.

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I turn around, letting a blush explode on my face. HolyshitholyshithooooooooolyshitIjustdidthat, I think to myself. Miss (Y/n), you are certainly whoring it up over here, kissing three boys on the cheek in one week. I just hope that's a normal thing.
I shake it off. "Whatever," I say out loud, "let's just get ready for tomorrow."
Let's try to play nice.

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The next morning, I walk to school with Stan and Kenny again. "So Stan, how'd the Elves hold up after I was 'escorted' to the KKK?" I ask, bending my fingers into air quotes.
Stan laughs. "Pretty shit, dude. Kyle almost went over there to get you back himself, he was so mad. Luckily, we convinced him of strength in numbers, and we're waiting to attack."
"Oh really? Tell me when and where!" Kenny says, poking his head between us and making me laugh.
Stan merely rolls his eyes. "Hey hey hey, no conspiring out-of-game, remember? Makes spying WAY too easy."
I nod in agreement. Kenny chuckles as well. "Haha, you're right. Really learned our lesson after Butters accidentally gave away the Humans' hiding spot one game."
"Nooo!" I gasp. "He actually did?"
"Yup, leave it to Butters to be the one to ruin it," Stan says.
At this, I get a bit annoyed. "Hey, look, just because Butters makes mistakes sometimes gives you no right to pick on him."
"How would you know?" Stan scoffs. "You haven't even been here a full week yet!"
"Still though." I roll my eyes. "Butters deserves human decency!"
We arrive at the bus stop. Kyle is happy to see us, and Cartman looks less annoyed than usual. "Hey guys, 'sup," he says casually.
"Hi, Cartman," the rest of us respond.
I pull him aside. "Hey Cartman, is it okay if I sit next to someone else on the bus today?"
His face contorts into confusion. "Why do you want to?"
"I want to try to get on at least one girl's good side, y'know, for tonight."

Cartman POV:

"Tonight?" I ask, still confused. (Y/n) slightly sighs.
"I'm going to Bebe's house for a sleepover tonight, and she already hates my guts. I'd like for someone to like me there."
That's right, she's going to a sleepover tonight, I think to myself. Then I get an idea.
"Oh sure, sure I remember, (Y/n)," I say, clearing my throat. "Yeah, go ahead, sit with someone else. I warn you though, most of them are pretty big bitches. Almost as big as Kyle's mom."
"Stop calling my mom a bitch, Cartman!" Kyle says, walking up behind me.
"Sorry Kahl," I shrug, winking at (Y/n), "just telling the truth."
"GOD DAMMIT CARTMAN!" Kyle shouts as (Y/n) laughs adorably. God, what an amazing laugh. It makes me smile a bit more.
The bus arrives, giving me leeway to escape the clutches of the Jew. I see (Y/n) asking someone to sit next to them.

(Y/n)'s POV:

I walk onto the bus, looking around for a semi-friendly face. I see a girl in a yellow jacket, with her dark curly hair in two cute buns. I walk up to her, smiling.
"Hey, I really like your hair," I say, trying to be friendly.
Thankfully, she smiles back, reaching up to touch it. "Thank you! My mom does it for me every day. I'm trying to learn how on my own to impress her."
"That's so sweet!" I gasp. "I'm sure she'll love it, seeing how much her daughter has grown!"
The girl nods, grinning even bigger. "Thank you so much! Wanna sit?"
Yes! I got one! I think triumphantly. "Sure!"
She moves her backpack, and I take the aisle. She puts out her hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Nichole Daniels."
"I'm (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)," I shake her hand. "But, uh, I think you knew that already." Shit!
Nichole laughs. "Yeah, don't worry. When I was new here, I was just as awkward!"
The rest of the bus ride, we have a pleasant chat. Nichole is a really great girl, and I'm glad she and I are friends.