My New Best Friends: A South Park X Reader

Chapter 19: Four Jews in a Room Bitching

Your POV:

After looking around the weapon shop for hours, I can't seem to settle on anything. Some are too heavy, some are too bulky, still others are locked to my level. "I didn't realize that choosing a weapon would be so hard!" I groan tiredly.
Jason, the shopkeeper, smiles. "I understand your Highness. When I first started, I was overwhelmed by the realm of possibility as well. Pick something you can use, and will be happy to use. Something special to you."
I tap my finger against my chin. Special, huh?
Peering around the store, I spot what I'm looking for. A gleeful smile spreads across my face. "Jason, I will take that one please!" I say, pointing the the back the store.
He walks behind the counter, holding up the dusty item. "This one? Are you sure?"
"Positive. You said choose something that it special to me, correct?"
"Alright then, your Highness," he chuckles, handing me the item. "interesting choice, but no doubt it will see you through battle."
I hand him a small leather pouch and skip back into the house. I am met with Stan and Kyle. The atmosphere around them is a bit somber, but it quickly disappears with my entrance. "What did you pick, your  Highness?"
I smile cheekily. "that's for me to know and you to find out."
"Ah, boo, making me wait!" he laughs, ruffling my hair. "Lucky for you, I have to go, so I can't press you for more answers."
"Pssh, fight with me and you'll get to see it."
Stan winks. "I'll fight by your side any day, my lady!"
I blush again, waving him off. "Alright, get outta here."
He waves to Kyle and I and leaves, whistling a cheery tune.
Kyle clears his throat. "So, (Y/n), do you remember that offer I made you last week?"
"Yeah, you wanted to know if I would have dinner with you?"
"Yeah," he rubs the back of his neck, "I was hoping that could be today?"
"... Today? Oh! Sure!" I quickly get out my phone. "Let me just call my mom and tell her, 'kay?"
"Oh, uh, yeah! Go right ahead!" he ushers me into another room so I could get some quiet.
I dial her number, hearing the four rings and the inevitable voicemail message. Sighing, I shoot her a small message to let her know where I was. I come back to Kyle, who has changed into his normal clothes. "S-So? What did she say?" He stutters nervously.
I fake a smile. "She said I could stay, but not after 9."
A huge grin breaks out on his face. "Really? That's great news! Man, you won't regret this. We can play video games in my room until dinner is ready!"
"I-In your room?" I stammer, "am I a-allowed up there?"
His cheeks pink slightly. "Uh, yeah. Don't worry, my mom won't get mad or anything."
He pats my back reassuringly and leads me up to his room. we make a slight detour to a light blue room with a superhero poster. Inside, a young boy sits at his computer. "(Y/n), this is my younger brother, Ike," Kyle gestures between the kid and I.  "Ike, this is my friend, (Y/n). She just moved here from (H/t)."
I receive a wave in my general direction from Ike, and nothing else. Kyle rolls his eyes. "Sorry, he's in the fourth grade now and has started playing DOOM. kids, y'know?"
"You talk like you're an old man already, Kyle," I giggle, punching him lightly on the arm.
He rolls his eyes. "I might as well be, living in this house. C'mon, let's go play Sea of Thieves or something."
I nod and let him lead me to his room. I sit down on his purple comforter as he looks for the game disc. Looking around his room, I gather a bit more information on my ginger friend. A poster of McDreidel hangs on his door, and he has souvenirs from all of the adventures he and his friends had been on. He sits down beside me and points at a Chewbacca mask. "That's from when I was younger. I entered a Halloween costume contest, but everyone else was wearing the same thing. It was a total letdown."
He continues to show me around his room, elaborating on some of the funnier pieces. Eventually, the game boots up, and we each grab a controller. "I'll be number one because I'm the best at this game," I jeer, sticking out my tongue in mocking.
A competitive glint enters the redhead's eye. "I guess I'll just have to show you the underdog always comes out on top."
"Oh, you're on, Broflovski!"
Kyle and I battle hard, trying to throw each other off track both in and out of the game using Spy vs. Spy -esque antics. He yells things to surprise me, I pull his hat over his eyes. I body slam him away from the screen, he kicks me in the other direction. We get too invested in the game to notice what we are doing, and when it ends -
"Ha! Yes! I win!" I yell, throwing my controller on the ground in victory. "What did I tell you?"
Kyle rolls his eyes, but a smile is prominent on his face. "Psh, I let you win and you know it."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did NOT!"
"Did to-"
"BUBBY! Time for DINNER!"
The bold voice of Mrs. Broflovski pierces through the air, shaking both her son and I back to our senses. "I guess we better go," I say.
Kyle nods. "Yeah, we shouldn't keep her waiting."
It is only then I realize the position we are in. I am lying across Kyle's lap, with one of his legs on top of my torso and the other trapping me in place. One of my legs is wrapped around the back of his neck. I gasp, turning red and disentangling myself from him. "U-Um, let's get going."
He nods and hurries towards the door, but not before I catch sight of his own tinted cheeks.
"Bubby! You and your little friend are sitting over there," Mrs. Broflovski calls as we arrive in the dining room.
"Thanks Mom," Kyle pulls out a chair, gesturing towards me. "ladies first."
"Kyle, how sweet!" His mother smiles as wider than the Pacific Ocean. She nudges the man beside her, "Look Gerald, our bubbala's growing into such a gentleman!"
The man, Gerald I guess, nods along with his wife, then turns to me. "Hi, I'm Kyle's dad, Gerald. Or Mr. Broflovski, if you prefer."
"Nice to meet you, and thank you for having me over-"
"Of course dearie!" Mrs. Broflovski cuts in. "Our bubbala's been so excited for you to come over, he won't stop talking about it!"
"Mom, you can stop now," Kyle glares at his mother, who presses on. "He thinks you're so amazing (Y/n), that's why he made you a princess! We even had to go shopping to get that crown you wear in the game!"
"Mom."
"He spent such a long time finding it too! He really wants things to be perfect for the game!"
"Mom."
"Well, of course, that's just because you joined, dear."
"Mom!"
"He's single, you know!" She winks at me.
With that, all hell breaks loose. Kyle jumps up from his chair in protest. Mrs. Broflovski tries to stop him, yelling louder than he is. Ike turns up the video game he's playing, only adding to the noise. As for me, I nearly go dizzy from all of the blood rushing to my face. What she said... What does this mean...?
Kyle...
Regaining my bearings, I shake off my blush and smile brightly at the fighting family. "That's very sweet, Kyle! I had no idea you and your family put so much work into the kingdom, I'll definitely do my part!"
The chaos that had previously ensued stops, all eyes on me. I merely smile wider, closing my eyes against their stares. Finally, Kyle chuckles. "Thanks, (Y/n). I'm glad you're so dedicated to the Elves. Sorry Mom."
Mrs. Broflovski fans her face, smiling at me. "Aren't you a dear! Let's eat now, and then Bubby can walk you home."
I dig in, internally sighing in relief.

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After dinner, I hug (yes, hug!) Kyle's family goodbye. Kyle and I walk about thirty seconds before he stops suddenly, gripping my shoulders tightly. "(Y/n), have I mentioned how cool you are?"
"H-Huh?"
He looks at me - no, gazes is a better word- intently, seemingly taking in every centimeter of my face. After what feels like forever, he pulls me into a hug of his own. "My mom is pretty fiery, and as her son, I'm no different. But you were able to stop the fight, and somehow escape unscathed."

He squeezes me tighter. "My mom was right," he whispers, "you are pretty amazing, (Y/n)."

Before I can say anything, he's running in front of me, a cheeky smile on his face. "Race ya to your house!"

I shake off my shock and break into a sprint. "Hey, no fair! Cheater!"