South Park One Shots Reader x South Park

Vacation Feeling

Pip x Reader: Vacation Feeling
Btw i decided im gonna make these stories much much shorter. Also, im writing them on my phone. If you want something longer, check out my other stories xx

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I remembered her quite well. She smelled the sweetest and looked the most beautiful. She was the kindest ever and the most generous of all. In my memory, she had been the only girl ever who was nice to me.
Too bad I would never see her again...
I'm talking, of course, about (Y/N), the finest girl in the world. I think about her a lot and have a lot of dreams about her.
She was my first and only girlfriend after all. I met her about 10 years ago, when I was only 6 years old. I still lived in England at that time, and my parents and I would visit a lovely hotel every year. She was there too, but she wasn't English. We couldn't communicate, since she was Dutch and just on vacation in England. But either way, we became friends. The year after, she was back. We spent the whole holiday together and had a wonderful time, even though we still couldn't communicate. She came back again a year later, and dolly, she finally learned some words English. I fell in love with her, for as much as a 8 year old could, and asked her to be my girlfriend, she gladly accepted. But summer came to an end and a few months later, I moved to The United States Of America.
I never heard from her again.
But I sometimes saw her in a random dream.
A hard push, some laughter, and the cold of snow, made me look up from my deep thoughts.
"Fuck Pip. You should really look the fuck out!" Eric Cartman, a classmate of mine, shouted. He laughed and his friends laughed with him. What did I ever do to deserve this? It had been, what, 8 years now? It started when I moved here and I'm 16 now. I got up from the ground and looked at my attackers uneasily,
"Ow good day Eric, Kyle, Stan and Kenny. Isn't this day a wonderful day?" I always tried to be nice, but they never returned the favor.
Kyle rolled his eyes. "Don't suck, sucker" he said, they others snickered.
Stan looked at his watch. "Class is starting in 15m. Is that enough to fuck him up?" He looked at his friends. I prayed to God that they would leave me alone this time.
"Sure" Kenny cracked his knuckles. He looked at his friends and at the moment they wanted to attack me, they looked over my head to something what seemed really interesting. Their mouths hung open and their eyes widened, I wanted to see as well but was too scared too move.
"Who the fuckin' hell is that chick?" Eric gazed. The others shrugged while keeping their eyes on this 'chick'.
"Claim" Kenny called out.
"Fuck you, Kenny we're not 14 anymore! She gets to choose. For me of course" Stan wiggled his eyebrows up and down playboy-ish.
"Is she new?" Kyle gasped.
"I guess, I would never forget a face so beautiful" Eric said.
"She's mine" Kyle started to run past me towards this mysterious girl.
"She's mine, stupid son of a bitch Jew!" Eric followed, Kenny and Stan yelled something similar and also ran away.

Saved.

I turned around but didn't see anyone. The girl must have already gone inside. I shrugged it off and entered the school building.
The day went by as usual, people calling me names, making me trip or something like that. I was used to it, and if they didn't tease me, they would tease someone else...and I couldn't take that thought.
During recess, I wanted to sneak away from the cantine, to the back of the school where I usually sat. For me, sitting in the cafeteria was too dangerous. One of the goth kids came up to me, he flicked his red fringe and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Hey kid, I'm Pete. Me and my friends noticed you were alone very often. Damien said you get bullied, so Micheal wanted to ask you to sit with us. But then Damien said you were really happy and stuff...anyways, just...we're there if you want to sit with us" he pointed at his friends, who sat together under a shelter. Damien was there too. Damien had been sort of my pal for a little while, but not anymore since he blew me up. And I thought I could trust him...well, who cares.
I smiled. "That's a very nice offer, Pete" I could use some friends, so I got up and followed Pete to his 'gang' as they say in America.
Pete sat down on the ground next to a small, I think 9 year old. "These are Micheal," he pointed to a longer, older boy with a big nose, who sat on the stairs, he had probably already graduated school. "Henrietta" he pointed to a girl my age. "Firkle" he pointed at the younger boy. "And Damien you know" Damien sat in the back leaning against the wall, he didn't look at me and I didn't look at him.
"Hey there fellas! I'm Pip Pirrup"I smiled, I just kept standing in front of them uncomfortable.
"Pip? Is that your real name?" Micheal asked.
I shook my head. "Well, no. My real name is Phillip but everyone calls me Pip because they hate me" I explained with a big smile.
"Phillip? A girl asked about you today. She said she knew you from the past" Henrietta said. She was smoking as well, they all were, except for Damien.
"Ow....what was her name?" I didn't think she would mean me. The girls never ever ever talked to me or about me, if people were looking for me, it were boys to kick my British bump.
"I dunno, she was really comformist. She was from some European counrty... I don't really care" Henrietta answered.
I nodded. "Well, thank you very much for giving me the message"
She rolled her eyes.