-Takes place during Stick of Truth-
When you had heard that the guys were playing an RPG-like game, you had quickly wanted to join in with the guys. Cartman wholeheartedly didn't approve of it while Kyle thought it was a great idea and it would be fun having you in the game.
"No way, Jew boy! We're not letting a girl join the game!" Cartman yelled at the ushanka wearing boy.
"You just don't want her to join the game because you know she'll pick the elves and you'll get your ass kicked by her!" Kyle shouted back at the large boy.
Kyle was partly right though, you had kicked Cartman's ass before and you certainly were not afraid of doing it again. Cartman glared at the Jew, "Fine, she can join the game!" he shouted.
Kyle simply gave a grin and the two looked at you, "So, who's side are you gonna join, (Y/N)?" Kyle asked.
"Uh, I don't really know," you admitted, you were actually close friends with both of them, so you didn't know who exactly to choose.
You tapped the end of your pencil against your binder while staring down at the blank piece of paper that was labeled ‘Ideas’ at the top. “Come on Kenny, we need ideas for this project” you said, looking into the pale blue eyes that stared from the opening of the parka. You always wondered how the boy never sweated to death under that heavy coat. In return you heard the muffled response of your frien
You sighed as the loud music beat around the house. Your four friends Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Cartman had dragged you to a party that basically everyone in school was at. It was noisy and there were drunk teenagers everywhere. You were currently sitting in a corner with a slightly tipsy Kyle. At least he wasn't full on drunk like everyone else and still had sense left in him.
The two of you made small talk, talking about different things from how funny people looked when they were drunk to things that were happening at school. You sighed once more and took a drank of the (Favourite Soda) you were drinking. Yeah, you weren't drinking any beer or anything like that. Kyle had a cup or two of vodka but he had stopped drinking.
The ginger looked at you, "So, have you told Kenny how you feel yet?" he asked.
"Not yet Kyle," you replied, it was true, you had a crush on the school playboy. You knew that you shouldn't but, he was just so... You can't even think of