Multi-Fandom One Shots

Mistletoe ~ Kyle Broflovski

"Hey!!! (Y/N)!!!!!" Kyle yells.

"Hm?" I say and turn around to see my friend since kindergarten.

"Hey Kyle." I say smiling.

"Have you ever been kissed before?" Kyle says out of no where.

"Um, well, no." I reply.

"Good." he says.

"Why?" I ask

"Well, a friend of mine likes you. A lot. And he just wanted me to ask you that." he said with a nervous smile.

"Oh. Ok." I said.

'Dammit, I thought he actually liked me for a second.' I thought. And as you can infer, yes, I like him. I don't know why. The feelings have been around for about 3 years now. 'Why do I even like him? He probably likes someone else.' I thought again.

*next day*

"Hey, bitch!! My mom just wanted to me to tell you to have a merry Christmas." Cartman says.

"Really? Just your mom?" I ask.

"Fine, I did too. But if you dare speak of this, I will tell." Cartman replies while I smirk.

"Ok." I say back.

Cartman was the only one who knew about my crush towards Kyle. And the only reason why he knows is because that sneaky son of a whore read my diary.

Then Kyle came up to me and asked if we could speak alone. I agreed to this and we ended up behind the school's main building. 'This is weird. The goths usually hag out here.' I thought.

"So what did you need to tell me?" I ask.

"And why aren't the goth kids here?" I added.

"The goth kids ditched today. And (Y/N), the reason why I dragged you all the way here is to confess to something." Kyle said, his cheeks flushing a light pink shade.

"Ok, well, what is it?" I ask.

"(Y/N), I love you." he said just above a whisper.

He looked up and we both blushed a bright red.

"Kyle-" I started.

"It's ok if you don't like me like that, I just needed to-" he says but interrupt him.

"Kyle!!! I love you too." I say.

Then he puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a stem full of rosemary tied together with a red ribbon.

"I know this is a traditional Christian thing, but I'm willing to try doing this with you." he says blushing a brighter red.

"Kyle, you're aware that what you're holding is a stem of rosemary, right?" I say laughing.

"Well, yeah, but for now let's pretend it's a mistletoe." he says as he dangles it above our heads.

I stop laughing when he took my hand in his. He started inching closer towards me and we kissed.

Rosemary can always be our mistletoe.