Hey Lovelies!

I'm sorry for the late update.

Though, on another note, I'm casting a vote on which 2 stories I should postpone for the time being. For more info, please read the description. Thank you!

Lots of love, 

Angel~ 

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Craig

“Hey! Good morning Craig!” you greeted, sitting beside him on the bus. This was how your mornings usually went by. The both of you would sit together and chat on the school bus every school day. He didn’t seem to mind and you certainly didn’t but because of the familiarity you guys treated each other with, people started teasing you, saying that you would be the perfect couple. Craig’s response was always the same: his infamous middle finger.

“Hello.” he replied with a nod of his head.

“Thank god it’s Friday.” you sighed in relief, leaning back into the bus seat. There was silence. Finding it odd that he hadn’t replied yet, you looked over at him and found that he was looking down at your hand. 

“What happened to you hand?” he asked in his regular nasally voice. 

“Oh!” you raised your hand and looked at it. Your middle and ring finger were were bandaged together quite tightly, “Well I have been complaining about my finger since I found it really hard to move, my mu checked it out and we went to the doctors yesterday. They said that I broke it somehow but I don’t know if I’m that clumsy.” you laughed. 

“Who did it?” he asked, his tone, serious.  

“Who?” you tilted your head, confused. 

“Who broke your finger? If it wasn’t you then it must be some d*ckhead…” you held back a wide grin.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Let me think about it…”nobody came to mind, so, instead you decided to have some revenge, “Oh! I remember now! I was Cartman!” 

“Should’ve thought…” Craig stated, his face still serious. 

“What are you planning?” you asked. 

“Oh nothing.” he said  but you knew that he was planning something. 

~Mini Timeskip~ 

“I-I’m sorry for breaking your finger (Y/N)…” a sniffling, slightly beat up Eric Cartman apologised as you giggled. 

“Hmm,  I don’t know if I’m convinced enough by your apology Eric.” you said in a sing song voice, watching in amusement as he cowered in slight fear from the dark aura Craig seemed to be emitting. 

“Look I’m really sorry!” he looked genuine, even though he knew that he didn’t do anything. No wonder he was so beat up - he probably refused the fact that he ended up hurting your finger. 

“I guess I can forgive you.” you saw him release a sigh of relief before he glared at you (making sure that Craig didn’t notice) and walked away. After that eventful incident, you walked with Craig through the playground in a comfortable silence. 

“He didn’t really hurt your finger did he?” Craig asked as you giggled, confirming his question. 

“Yeah, sorry about that…” glancing at him you bit your lip, “are you mad?” 

“No way, in fact, the guys and I enjoyed hurting that fata** of his.” he snickered as you laughed. 

Clyde

“What should we do? I’m so bored!” you groaned in annoyance. It was Saturday and you were at Clyde’s house. When you got there, you planned on watching a movie together but after that, you had both previously agreed on just worrying about it when the time came, but the only problem is that the two of you didn’t know what to do now. 

“I don’t know.” Clyde replied, he was lying on the living room carpet, face up and outstretched while you were lying on the sofa, facing the ceiling as well, occasionally switching to another position after you got bored with the one you were in now. 

“Hmmm…” you hummed in thought, fluttering your eyes closed, “What to do..” as you muttered, Clyde slowly thought up an idea of his own, without any luck. You were having a little more luck though. “How about we play hide and seek?” he rose a brow at you. 

“Really? That’s for kids!” he complained. 

“Oh shush! It’s a little different, The hider can move about and if the seeker sees the hider moving away from their previous hiding place, they have to chase each other until the seeker eventually catches the hider or the hider looses the Seeker and finds another hiding place. Got it?” you asked, ecstatic to play the new game you came up with. 

“Sure, who’s who?” he asked. 

“Hmmm…why don’t you hide and I seek?” he had nothing to complain about and waited until you started counting, “I’ll be counting to thirty, okay?” he nodded before you pressed your face into a sofa cushion and began counting. You heard his footsteps fading away and prepared yourself for what’s to come. “Twenty-eight…twenty-nine..thirty! READY OR NOT! HERE I COME!” you cheered and began searching through the house. 

~Mini timeskip~ 

It’s been several minutes and you were starting to get impatient, he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe you made this game a little too hard for the seeker. Finally concluding that you weren’t going to be able to find him at your current strategy, you planned of walking into a room and just listening out for him, if he should choose to move but, just incase, you would pretend to look around just to get him to come out and sneak off. 

“Hmm…I wonder if Clyde’s in this room…” you mumbled to yourself, as you entered the kitchen. From behind you, you heard small, soft footsteps and turned around to find Clyde trying to sneak off. Smirking, you charged at him with a battle cry. His reaction was hilarious. It was as if he was about to be crushed by something horrible, like a bulldozer. Of course, you weren’t that but you still giggled. Despite being caught by surprise, he reacted quickly and darted off, almost leaving you in his dust. You weren’t letting him off this easily! It’s been more than 20 minutes! “Get back here you- eeek!” you squeaked, falling over with a thud. 

Looking at where you had tripped, you found the item responsible: a slipper! Cursing at it for making you fall over and loose your prey- erm, you meant Clyde, you attempted to get up, only you couldn’t. A horrible pain in your ankle held you back. 

“Wh-what’s wrong (Y/N)?…” Clyde’s voice asked. When you peered up at him, it appears that he seemed quite hesitant to get closer to your fallen form, making you roll your eyes. 

“I tripped and I think I did something to my ankle.” you whimpered, holding back some tears as you applied slight pressure on it when you made the effort of getting up again. “Owie..” you winced, reaching over to your hurt ankle, it started to look swollen. Realising that this can turn really serious, you started sniffling. 

“H-hey, it’s alright, you just twisted it slightly. Don’t be scared, you aren’t going to die.” Clyde’s  stated assertively, crouching down beside you. 

“B-but I can’t get home! I said I’d walk home to your parents since I didn’t want them to worry about me since they wanted to go shopping, remember?” it was true. Clyde’s parents had planned on going shopping today so Clyde was welcome to invite some friends over. The others were busy and he didn’t know what to do during the day so he asked you, hoping that you were available, which he was thankful that you were. Clyde’s parents warned that they might be coming home late so you said that you’d just walk home before it go too dark. Right now, you couldn’t. 

“It’s alright! I’m sure that my parents will let you stay over! I’ll go and call your parents. Right now, I’ll help you sit down somewhere comfortable.” you were so glad that he was your best friend. 

“Thank you so much Clyde!” you thanked gratefully as he helped you onto your feet. He had your arm slung over his shoulders and held your waist with a hand. 

Token

Groaning and poking at your stomach, you pouted and angrily stared at it. Not realising that odd looks people were giving you in class, you continued. You had failed to eat breakfast this morning and you didn’t get to eat anything during break time, just thinking about Lunch made your stomach grumble. It was like slow torture. It was so tempting to just get out some lunch and eat during class. You felt a whimper begin to crawl up your throat and try to break free past your closed lips. It was about to escape when you felt something hit you. 

“Ow!” you hissed softly and looked down to see an unknown rubber on your desk. Searching the class, you finally met the eyes of Cartman. When you looked at each other, he pulled a face, imitating the look that you presumed was the one that you were previously making. You moaned in protest, turning away to ignore him. 

It seemed like forever but class finally ended and you were thrilled that you could finally eat lunch. Hurriedly packing your bags, you set off to the canteen. However, it seemed that Cartman still wanted to bother and tease you about the face you were making during class. 

“So what was up with that face? Sad cause the guy that got you pregnant didn’t want to take responsibility?” he snickered, making you growl as he the people behind him either shook their heads in disapproval or sniggered along with his comment. Shrugging, you turned and began walking away, you didn’t have time for this, all you want is to eat lunch. “Aye! You better listen to me when I’m talking to you!” you simply ignored his command and continued walking, “RESPECT MY AUTHORITY!” he shouted before you were kicked on the ankle and fell forward.

“Ahh!” you cried, hitting the floor with a thud. Wincing, you stared down at your bruised ankle before looking up at Cartman with a glare. “Why did you do that you fat piece of Sh**?!” 

“You we’re respecti-“ before he could properly finish his stuck up sentence, he was shoved to the side by Token. 

“Fuck off.” his smooth voice growled at him before facing you with a worried look. “Hey, you alright?” 

“U-uhh, yeah. Thanks…” you responded, smiling a small, awkward smile as he helped you up. 

“Do you think you can walk?” he asked as you nodded, taking a few steps to prove your point. “Good, come on, lets go eat lunch before I end up kicking Cartman’s fata**.” he sounded really irritated but you just laughed. 

“Im so glad to have you around Token!” you grinned widely, slinging an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a sideways hug. 

Tweek

It was a normal Saturday morning. Tweek was helping out around the cafe, twitching as he usually does while you stayed around as well, sipping at your hot chocolate and nibbling at (fav pastry/cake/donut). Even though you finished ages ago, you still stayed and talked with Tweek whenever he had some free time. It was a good morning for you but you found it quite sad that Tweek had to do all the work by himself as he was the only helper around the cafe. 

Gazing down at your used mug and plate, you got up and walked into the employees only room and placed it in the sink. The clanging of the dishes and such caught a certain blonde’s attention and screeched with a  twitched when he turned to find you. 

“GAH! Wh-what are you doing here (Y/N)?!” 

“Oh, I just thought you might want some help.” you smiled, beginning to wash the cups, saucers and plates int the sink. 

“Y-you don’t have t-t-to!” you shook your head and pouted. 

“Yes I do! I don’t want you doing all the work!” 

“B-but! Wh-what if mum and dad-GAH! THIS IS T-TOO MUCH PRESSURE!” he cried, gripping at his hair. Drying off your hands quickly, you rushed to his side and pulled his hands away gently. 

“It’ okay, when they as, I’ll tell them that I’m just helping you out as a friend and I wont ask for any payment.” that seemed to ease his nerves but only slightly. After some time of you helping out, some stress was finally taken off his shoulders, he appeared much more relaxed, he wasn’t as tense, also. His parents eventually came back though and immediately asked you, what it was that you were doing. You answered as you told Tweek you would: you were there to help him out without any payment. Of course, they agreed and you grinned, catching the image of Tweek relaxing in the corner of your eye.  

As time went by, you continued to help around and work was easily done. Your break eventually came. Moving around and serving people was thirsty work so you decided to make some coffee for Tweek and a hot chocolate for you. 

“Oh! Do I still need to pay for my hot chocolate?” you asked, pausing at the front counter and facing Mrs Tweak. 

“No, you don't need to.” she smiled as you pushed your brows together in confusion, “consider it payment for helping out.” reaching into the glass case that held the cakes and pastries, she pulled out your favourite and placed it on the tray that you were carrying with the hot chocolate and the coffee, “Here you go. Now you have the full payment.” smiling brightly, you thanked her and carefully made your way to where Tweek was sitting, still twitching, but not as much. 

When you finally got there, you set the cups down, placing the one with coffee in front of Tweek while you set the hot chocolate in front of where you would be sitting, along with the (fav pastry/cake). Putting the tray aside, you sat down and sipped at your hot chocolate as Tweek drank his coffee. However, you had forgot to warn him about it being hot and he ended up spluttering it out and releasing the mug as he jumped at the burn of his tongue. Eyes wide, you were stung by the hotness of the caffeine enriched liquid too. 

“Ahh!” you both cried in union. 

~Mini timeskip~

“GAH! I-I’m really sorry about that (Y-Y/N).” the twitching blond sincerely apologised as he looked down in shame. 

“It’s alright, it isn’t a serious burn, really. No need to fuss.” you laughed, trying to reassure him. You didn’t like how he always twitched because it was an indication that he was stressed but right now, the way he was twitching so uncontrollably and fretting over you, was kinda cute.