Meet Some Friends Of Mine (South Park X Reader)

"My Dear"

"Whatever, let's go guys."-

"Kyle! What the fuck, I was winning!" I hear Cartman whine.

I look back to see Kyle standing up and stretching, he paused the game mid fight.
I smile to myself as he walks over to me, and ruffles my hair.

"Let's go, Yakira". He smiles back.

"Ugh, get a room". Cartman grumbles, also standing from his seat on the couch, obviously stiff.

I chuckle as we step out of the house and into the very, cold winter morning. The sun has just peaked over the mountains, shining down on us as the snow sparkles and dances along the ground. The world had never seemed more peaceful, or beautiful as people are scarcely scattered around. I feel like we're the only ones in the world right now, and it's calming. The sound of our feet crunching on freshly untouched snow, and the occasional loud car eases me into the daylight. Ready for this wonderful day.

I wait back with Kyle as he makes sure Cartman house is locked, even more worried then the actual residents apparently.

"What does that mean?"

"What?" He looks at me as we continue down the sidewalk.

"Y- ya-kra". I messily try my best to remember the pronunciation, unfortunately butchering it completely while I sound it out.

He laughs and throws his head back at the sky.

"Yakira". He tells me again. "It's Hebrew".

"You speak Hebrew?" I gawk at him, amazed.

He rubs the back of his neck, a little awkward.
"Yeah..and— Pig-Latin".

"What the hell is that?" I scrunch my features.

He only laughs while shaking his head.

"So? What's it mean?"

"Uhm— just a term of endearment, nothing crazy". He looks away from me.

"Say something else! Say something else!" I chant, almost jumping up and down while I lean towards him.

"I- like what?"

"Anything!"

He's quiet for a moment, going over the possibilities in his head of things he could say. He could tell me whatever he wants and I would have no idea.

He looks deep into my eyes, gaining some new found confidence from my ignorance.
He speaks again.
"אתה הנשמה שלי, יקירתי. האור שלי"

The worlds fall from his tongue, soft and passionate, and I feel myself heat up.
I look up at him, in awe of his intelligence. I didn't know he could do that, and I certainly don't know what he said— but my heart flutters in my chest as he says it. Butterfly's in my stomach acting more like a zoo, then an insectarium. I turn a little red at the realization of this.

"W-what does that mean"? I ask, a little shell shocked by him, and my reaction to him speaking a different language to me. Fully confident.

He only shrugs at me, looking forward again to walk.

I pout at him. "That's dangerous". I mumbled.

He looks over to me wide eyed.
"You— like it?"

I only shrug, repeating his movements right back to him.

He rolls his eyes and opens his mouth to speak when we hear Cartman yelling at us from a little up ahead.

"You fags coming, or what?" He shouts, as the rest of the group stops walking to face us.

I scowl at him, continuing to catch up and punching him in the arm as hard as I can, expressing my annoyance. He bickers back at me for a while, before tiring himself out, like a dog understanding that I'm not paying attention to him anymore.

I notice Kenny hovering over me as the boys and I continue into town. He's walking on the edge of the sidewalk and pressing his arm into my shoulder.

"You okay?" I look up at him.

"Mmmh mrmmh". (Morning traffic) He shrugs.

It clicks in my head what he's trying to do, and I smile up at him, reaching around to link our arms.

"My hero". I whisper with a wink.

He smiles back at me from under his hood, I watch as his eyes sparkle before they flirtatiously return my gesture. I realize I've gotten very good at reading the boy. When I first met him, I could never understand what he was saying. Let alone thinking. I feel as though our bond is strong, unbreakable even. From the moment he revealed his beautiful features to me, to meeting his family, to our overnight endure, and finally to now. Connected, and in tune with each other and their emotions. I don't think anything could ever break that, and I hope it to only get stronger. I feel like this will all my boys, forever indebted to them. Even if they won't admit it.
Nothing could change that, forever.

Eventually, we do make it into town. Down the street and into Tweek's coffee shop.
It looks like the store has just opened, as it's very early in the morning. Still, some loyal customers are scattered around at tables, and the atmosphere is calm while adults sip their black coffee. Getting work done.
We get up to the counter and are served by, who the boys tell me, is Tweek's father. It looks like Tweek isn't working yet, considering the time and I can't help but feel a little sad I won't get to see him.

"You guys are up early, good on you". His father smiles at us.

Me and Kenny share a look, I only shrug as we take the compliment. Not having the heart to tell him we've actually just crawled out of the cave we've been sitting in for twelve hours.

Regardless, we order the rest of our wants and pay. I ended up paying for Kenny again, though he didn't want me to. I know he won't admit it, but he feels bad— like I'm being forced to. In actuality, it's quite the opposite, I love helping him out and if the others would let me I would do the same for them.

I grab my bagel, and my large cup of sweet coffee, and off to the table we go.

I feel like today, is going to be a great day.

Translation:
אתה הנשמה שלי, יקירתי. האור שלי
You are my soul, my dear. my light