South Park x Reader

Reader x Kyle

I walked home from South Park High with my headphones in. I was a freshman there, and I was quickly realizing that high school wasn't fun.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket to see why it buzzed, careful not to pull out my headphones. It turns out that Kyle had texted me.

'Hey' it read. I sent the same thing back to him and slipped my phone back into my pocket. Kyle and I were best buds. We always had each others' backs, which was really nice. Cartman, aka Fatass, always ripped on Kyle for being Jewish, and I was always quick to snap back an insult or punch him square in his fat nose. Kyle did the same for me, just not as aggressively. I always went toe-to-toe with this kid Craig. Apparently he was the badass of the school, but I didn't let that phase me. Whenever we started bickering or fighting, Kyle pulled me away and we went home. It's nice to have someone to balance out your craziness.

Buzzz. 'Wanna meet up at the basketball courts? I'll bring a ball :)' my phone read. That kid always knew when I needed to shoot some hoops. 'Sure! I'll be there in 5' I texted back, turning around and heading for the basketball courts.

By the time I got to the basketball courts, Kyle was already there with Stan and Kenny. Stan and Kyle were playing one-on-one while Kenny was looking at Playboy magazines. I dropped my backpack on his magazine, knocking it out of his hands and pinning it under my bag. He glared up at me and opened his mouth to yell, then realized it was me.

He slipped his hood off and called, "Check out who made it!! It's y/n!!" Stan and Kyle stopped mid-game and jogged over, grinning. "Sup l/n!" Kyle said, giving me a high five. "Not much Broflovski. Just about to beat you and Marsh's butts at basketball." I smirked and crossed my arms, noticing Kenny was doing the same next to me, without his parka.

"Awe hell no! You're going down!!" Stan barked back, grinning at us with friendly competition.

Before long, all four of us were sweating like crazy, but smiling and playing ball. I juked out Kyle and went for a layup, scoring the point that sealed our victory!

"Whoooo!!! Take that bitches!!!!!" Kenny yelled, pumping his fists in the air. I retrieved the ball and stood next to Kenny with it under my arm and a smug expression on my face.

"Alright, alright McCormick. Good game guys." Stan said, walking over to us with his best friend.

"S-" Kyle started to say something until he was interrupted by yelling. We all turned to see a figure running up to us. Or, trying to run. Cartman was coming over to us with something in his hand. "What do you want Fatass?!" Kyle said, crossing his arms and narrowing his emerald green eyes at the approaching brunette.

"You guys!! You'll never guess what I have!! It's so kuel!!! But it's not for Jews so you'll have to leave Kahl." He sneered at Kyle.

"What is it Cartman?" Kenny asked before me or Kyle could do anything.

Cartman rolled his eyes and showed us a box. It looked like a lame board game until I read the words in fancy script on the front. All four of us gasped at the same time.

"No way dude!!" Stan exclaimed, glancing up at a smug Cartman.

"This comes out in 3 weeks!!!" Kenny said, stroking the box. Cartman quickly pulled the box away and rubbed off his fingerprints.

"Ah ah ah, Kinny!" Cartman teased the blonde. "Poor kids can't get this game." Kenny just rolled his eyes and walked over to retrieve his Playboy.

"Dude!! How the hell did you get the new Terrance and Phillip game?!" Kyle yelled, forgetting his hatred for the fat kid.

Cartman looked very happy that someone asked that question, and started up his story.