Meet Some Friends Of Mine (South Park X Reader)

Yes, or No?

Stan and Kyle smile at each other.

Cartmans thinking about free chicken.

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"So, any plans for the weekend?" I ask, suspiciously  eyeing the boys as they look at each other.

"Not really." Kyle speaks first, as everyone goes back to there food.

"Do you?" Stan asks me.

"No, I was thinking maybe we could do something?"

"Mhhmmh!" (Hell yeah!)

"Like what?" Stan asks me.

I shrug, not really sure.

"We could get team Craig together, do something with them?" Kyle suggestions.

"Sure!" I smile.

"No way, fuck those guys. Total dweebs." Cartman gnaws on a bone.

"What's your problem with them"? I cross my arms.

"Uh- are you fucking- total dweebs! Did you not hear me?" He complains obnoxiously.

"They are not!" I scrunch my eyebrows at him. "I happened to like them, fat ass."

"Hey! I'm not fat, bitch. I'm big boned". He rolls his eyes."Why do you like them so much anyway? You don't need anymore friends". He picks up another wing.

"Cartman"- Kyle tries.

"Why, because of you? Yeah, some fucking friend you are". I clench my fists, scowling at the boy.

"Hey! I thought we had an understanding! Fist bump— remember". He waves his hands around.

"That doesn't excuse you from being a piece of shit for the rest of your life!" I start to raise my voice at him.

"Come on guys- people are staring.." Stan speaks up, quickly.

I look around the room, at customers looking at and whispering about us. I cross my arms, and sink into my seat. Eyebrows down, and angry. Kyle puts a hand on my shoulder. I look at him and my expression softens ever so slightly, I look down. Now sad, more then anything.

He's such a dick...

"Forget it.." I look the other way.

My feet move almost on their own, as I stand up out of my seat with a heavy sigh.

I'm going home.

I walk to the entrance and right out the doors, ignoring everything— and anyone in my way.
The air outside refreshes the tension in my shoulders, as I let go of everything.

I don't know what I want anymore. I need to think, but I shouldn't. I don't want to be alone, but fuck if I'm going around more people. I want my bed, my room, but not this one. I thought I was over the move by now, maybe I'm not. I like it here I think, but I just cannot relax to save my life. It's annoying— to want something so far gone— and I'm ready to be done with it, all of it.

I don't feel angry anymore, I don't blame anyone. I live here now, it's my life now.

I'm just— sad.

This chapter of my life is moving so fast, to fast. I'm stuck in the past, what it could have been. I'm having trouble keeping up, maybe it's the migraine that's coming on.

I sigh deeply as I walk into my house, straight up the stairs, collapsing into my bed. I close my eyes just for a second and the world stops moving.
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