BF SP Scenarios - You Meet Again - Pt.3

Butters

For the past few days, you continued to have little play dates with Butters at his house and has already started school on South Park. Everyone had grown quite accustomed to you as you were so nice and sweet but some completely despised you for how bright and happy you were. They were simply envious. Though not everyone had gotten a chance to talk to you, they could already tell that you were a good person at heart and wanted to become good friends. Everyone was quite friendly with you and made an effort to see you and have small chit chats every now and then. You liked all the good attention but sometimes your time with your dearest friend would be interrupted by those that just want to say hi. It's okay if they're just passing and wave or state a simple greeting but when they choose to take you away from a conversation from the friend that you wanted to spend the most time with was pretty horrible of them, however, you couldn't find it in yourself to say no, waving goodbye to your dearest friend; Butters Stotch. 

"Bye Butters!" you waved, today was one of those times where you were taken away from a friendly conversation with Butters, yet again. It never really was your intention to become so popular but no you wished that you weren't as well known or sought out around the school. 

"B-bye (Y/N)!" he waved back, smiling as you flashed an apologetic smile back. 

"Why are you always talking to Butters anyway? I mean, he's a boy and your a girl, you should be talking to us." Bebe stated as you sighed, letting her drag you to the rest of her girly friends. 

"You don't control me Bebe." 

"Yeah, I know that, but still!" she pressed, making you giggle. 

"What is so wrong with that anyway?" you asked, a brow raised in question. 

"Well, it's like you choose to be with him and it offends us because we think that you don't like us as much as you like a 'boy' and we're both girls." you giggled again.

"I'm sorry I made you think like that but I just liking talking to him because he can understand me more thats all." you honestly responded. 

"What do you mean by that? We're girls," she gestured to the entire group of girls, "and your a girl," she gestured to you, "so how can a boy understand you better then we can?" 

"Well, we worry about the same things, think slightly the same and have normal conversations."

"But our conversations are normal too!" Wendy persisted as you raised a brow.

"So, you're saying that talking about the latest fashion, gossip, lovey-dovey stuff and women kind are normal conversations?" you asked. 

"Yes they are!" 

"If you say so..." shrugging your shoulders, you rested your chin at the palm of your hand, anticipating the start of their 'gossip' as well as preparing your daydream.

"Well how would you define a 'normal' conversation?" Wendy asked, quoting the word 'normal' with her fingers. 

"Let's see 'how are you today?' 'have any hobbies?' 'you got anything interesting to do today?' 'what are you planning to do this weekend?' 'Wanna go out to the shops later or hang out at the park?'." 

"Ugh! That isn't normal conversations! That's called boring conversations." Wendy stated with an annoyed tone, "Lets talk some real conversation...Who saw that new Justin Bieber poster up at the mall? Doesn't he look soooo HAWT?!" Oh brother...this was going to be a long lunch break. 

~Timeskip~ 

"Thanks for taking the time t-to go out and play at the park with me (Y/N)." Butters thanked as the both of you made your way to the local park. You could just about see the peeks of the swings, the long slide and the other apparatuses that allowed children to have their own little adventures at the park. 

"It's alright, I just want to make it up to you for abandoning you again today." you replied, sending a smile towards him. 

"A-awe shucks, you don't h-have to (Y/N)." 

"Please, it's the least I can do for you Butters." 

The both of you finally reached the park and played around until it was time for the both of you to head home. Thankfully, he hasn't been grounded over the past few weeks as you were there to help defend him from his parents' rather pointless groundings. He pushed you on the swings, you both took turns on the slide and made up games to play, passing the time much quicker then you had both wanted. You never wanted it to end, however, like all good things, you eventually had to walk home. 

"Thanks for walking me home today Butters but you really didn't have to." you smiled at him thankfully. 

"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to make sure that you got home safe." he was such a sweetheart, you just wanted to protect him from all the bad people (specifically Eric Cartman) that took advantage of his gullible, sweet, innocence.

"Awe~ That's so sweet. Well, you have a safe walk home too okay?" he nodded and wished you a good evening and sleep. "You too Butters! See you tomorrow!" 

Kevin

You and Kevin have been roleplaying a lot ever since the first time you met but today was one of those rare days where you would take a break from all the and have a normal day out. The both of you had decided to have a little snack and bought something to nibble on with the small allowance you both received for your outing, before you headed towards the park. 

"How have you been (Y/N)?" Kevin asked after swallowing his chewed up snack to be polite. 

"I've been good, and you?" you asked. 

"So and so..." he sighed as you quirked a brow. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, um, Cartman has been a bit..." you sighed as Kevin struggled to continue his sentence, this has been a frequent thing that occurs. (Eric) Cartman has been constantly telling off Kevin because of all the Star Trek references he makes. 

"Don't pay attention to him, he just has different interests and thinks he is so superior because he has the body of a disabled hippo." Kevin laughed at this, causing you to giggle. 

"How is the hippo disabled?" he asked, finally calming himself down. 

"Because it's so fat it can hardly move around." he cracked up again at this. It bought you such a good feeling to have made him happy and make the atmosphere lighter. 

Jimmy

You laughed, banging the lunch table as you tried to catch your breath. Jimmy had a smile on his face as you were doing so. 

"T-tell me another one." you breathed, finally catching your breath to speak. 

"A-alright but I'm not s-s-sure if I sh-should." you tilted your head questioningly. 

"Why's that?"

"You c-could end up laughing to d-d-death and I don't w-want that." blinking a few times, you took a moment to process what he said before giggling. 

"Oh don't worry! I wont! Promise! I just love hearing your jokes." 

"Y-you do?" he asked unbelievably. 

"Yup! If you have a comedy show, I would be the first to buy a ticket!" a small blush coated his cheek which made you awe and gain the urge to gloom him but with respect you held back. 

"Wh-what did the Bear say to the squirrel?" he asked in the start of a joke.

"Hm? What did he say?" 

"Would you like a bear hug?" you smiled.

"Yes." opening your arms out you approached him and embraced him happily. 

Timmy

It was so much fun to be with Timmy, you both would annoy Cartman by randomly popping out of no where and shouting "TIMMY!!!" It was so amusing to see his reaction and it seemed to be the same case from everyone else as well; they all kept encouraging you to keep scaring and surprising Cartman since he was such an asshole to everyone. 

To be honest, it became a regular thing that the both, you and Timmy, would do when somebody annoys you. Thankfuly it was only Cartman that annoyed the two of you so nobody had the problem of dealing with a small hert attack every day. 

Right now, the both of you had once again scared Cartman. Today was very different compared to all the other times that you had scared him. In truth, you haven't been scaring him in a while as there has been a lot of things happening around school. People were constantly sh*tting their pants and you had soon found the culprit to be Cartman, Everyone else also knew that it was him and so they came to you and Timmy for help. The two of you devised a plan and promised to lay off of scaring him. It was visible that the effect it had was becoming more and more of an anxiety to him. When ever either of you would pass by, his shoulders would tense and he would immediately straighten his posture. It wasn't only the fact that you two had 'stopped' scaring him out of the blue but it was also because you and Timmy kept dropping hints that you would do something horrible to him. 

So when the time finally came to scaring him, all the tension, the anxiety and the large quantities of food he's been eating resulted in himself sh*tting his pants. Everyone laughed at him as he struggled to cloak his dignity and ran away screaming for his mum. 

((A/N: You know what? I actually feel sorry for him XD)) 

Pete

Ever since you met that mysterious boy you've been meaning to meet him again. You had hoped that he would have gone to the same school that you would be going to since he appeared to be around your age but he was nowhere to be found. Sure, you could just ask someone and see if they know where he is since he might be hiding away somewhere since he didn't look to be like a really social person but you were still really shy so you couldn't even begin to build up the courage to ask a person, let alone put up your hand when you knew the answer to a question in class. 

It wasn't that you were dumb and afraid of getting the answer wrong, you were just scared of people, you didn't want their eyes on you like they do when someone else answers a question during the class, though, maybe you were slightly scared that you can get the answer wrong as when a boy called Clyde Donovan tried to answer a question and got it wrong, he was called a retard and simply ignored by the teacher, Mr Garrison. 

You had been in school for a week now and you were still in search of that boy, the fact that you don't even know his name was slowly eating away at you, it had taken such a big affect that you weren't able to shrug it off and continue with your everyday life. 

"This is so depressing..." you muttered underneath your breath. 

"What is (Y/N)?" your one and only true friend, Butters Stotch asked. 

"W-well, you see.." you looked down at your fingers and started to fiddle with them. Butters had gotten used to you doing that over the past week that you've been in school so he stayed patient and sat down along with you on your very own lunch table. He knew that sitting with people other then him made you extremely uncomfortable, so uncomfortable in fact, that you cant even bring yourself to touch your own lunch, let alone look at it as you would have your head facing down. It wasn't at all the nuisance on his part, he actually liked it when you talked because you don't talk self-centredly like some other girls in his school, you actually talk about meaningful things and ask about him and his day, not only that but you also listen to his gossip without getting annoyed or pointing fingers at him if someone asks you of why you know (not that anybody does anyway). 

"Hmm?" he hummed patiently, taking a bite out of his sandwich. 

"U-umm...can I pl-please ask you a-a-a question please?" you stated softly but unfortunately Butters was only able to hear half and a few bits of what you said. 

"Wh-what was that? Ask m-me what?" he leaned his ear over to you slightly so that he could hear your response better. 

"A-a question..." you concluded shyly. Thankfully Butters was able to hear that time and smiled happily. 

"Oh sure! What is it?" he took another bite of his sandwich, merrily chewing on it was he waited for you to ask your question. 

"D-do you know a-a-anyone with b-black hair th-that's dyed red a-at the t-top?" you made sure to speak loud enough so that he could hear, which he did. 

"Hmmm...are you talking about on of the goth kids?" he asked.

"Goth kids?" you whispered, thinking back to the boy out of memory. He had a depressed aura and had a considerably pale complexion so you could say he was. "Yes?" you stated as more of a question then a statement.

"Well, they don't go to class," your eyes slightly widened, no wonder you haven't seen the boy around. 

"But I can tell you that the boy with the red dye in his hair is named Pete, they usually hang out at the back of the school smoking cigarettes." he gave a shudder at the fact that they were smoking but you were overjoyed at the fact that you knew where to find him now. All you wanted was to meet him again, that was it, you were really grateful that he didn't shout at you for being such a weakling. 

!!!!RING RING RIINNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!

You were a little disappointed that lunch has already ended but at least you knew where he was so you can go to him tomorrow. Turning to look at Butters, you found that he was no longer there, which made you panic. Why would he suddenly leave you like this? It was only a few moments after that thought when your ears perked up at the sound of a cry. Swivelling to look around at the person, you found Butters being pulled away by a bunch of boys with Cartman leading them. That can't be good. Without thinking, you got up and did your best to gently push your way towards him, muttering a shy 'excuse me'. However, in your attempt of saving your only friend, you accidentally pushed someone a little too hard, it made them growl and shove you into somebody else's chest. Tears were bought to your eyes as you squeaked from the impact, thank goodness the person was strong enough to not have fallen or else everyone around you would have directed their attention to you. 

"I-I'm sorry.." looking up, you found that it was the boy from before; the one that had dark hair and had it dyed red at the top. He simply ignored your soft apology, gently pushed you behind him and punched the guy that shoved you harshly into jaw.

"Don't fucking shove people into others you bloody conformist, especially if it's going to impact me!" the boy was knocked out cold on the ground but was soon dragged off by a group of his friends. You faced the floor, ready to say thank you but noticed that he dropped something; a pack of cigarettes. Crouching down, you picked it up and gave it to him. 

"Thank y-you..." 

"Tch." he snatched the packet from your hands and turned to leave.

"Can I pl-please have your n-name?" you asked, hope=ing that he would allow you to have it now.

"It's Pete, now go away..." even though he was harsh, you were still thankful; he had saved you twice now. 

Michael

After you met the goths, you were able to hang around them without being pestered because of how depressed you were. In all honesty, you weren't always so depressed, in fact, you were always a bright, smiling girl that everyone loved to play with; you were really popular around your old school. Life was going well until one day, your dad was promoted to a higher place in the company he was working in, however, for him to be able to work there, the whole family had to move away. It was always like this and your mother had gotten sick of it, she just wanted a peaceful life. You had to admit that you were getting tired of it too, you made lots of friends but deep down you were slowly getting used to and anticipating the fact that your family would soon have to move all over again. That's why you started to lock yourself up, ending up in you becoming the depressed person you are; you didn't want to be like this, you never even wanted to think about it even if it had gone on for so long as you'd hope that one day you'd be able to live in a place and stay there. That small shimmering hope shone through the darkness you shrouded yourself in but what had pushed you to extinguish that hope was because of the realisation that your friends had moved on so easily from you, that they had moved on and made a different friend, forgetting all about you. It was always such a sensitive subject to you so you never really talked to anyone else about it. Until now. 

"You can tell us...I mean, we told you the reasons why we hate life..." Henrietta reasoned, puffing out another cloud of smoke as you shook your head. 

"I never asked you to tell me, you told me yourself." 

"That isn't the point here-" Pete began but you harshly cut him off. 

"Then what is?!" there was a silence as the goths looked at one another. "You're running out of cigarettes right?" you asked but was again replied with an eerie silence. "I'll go and buy some more." standing up, you turned and made your way out of the school. You knew where the nearest shop was in getting the cigarettes so it wasn't a hard task for you, you had actually done this several times now. 

"Hey!..." a familiar, glum yet smooth voice reached out to you. 

"What is it Michael?" you asked, stopping but not turning around. 

"...." 

"If you have nothing to say then don't waste your breath." taking another step, you were stopped by a firm grip that took a hold of your wrist. "Ugh!" you groaned and took your hand back, finally swivelling around to look at him. "What do you want?" 

"I want to know what was happening back there..." 

"There's nothing to tell you. I simply denied telling my reasons. What's wrong with that?" 

"You aren't trusting us and we can't be sure if you're just acting your depression or not, that's already two things." he stated bluntly, his dropping, still eyes boring into your own. 

"I am not acting!" you defended, stomping your foot.

"Well we can't judge that unless you tell us why..." you growled and stepped up towards him, glaring intensely. 

"You annoy me." he quirked a questioning eyebrow at you. 

"You're making my 'annoyance' towards you worse by not answering a simple question..." each and every one of his assertions is so calm and collected as well as with hardly any emotions, you could barely stand hearing him say things. Sponge on the heels of your feet you walked several steps away with your head held low, your back facing him.

"It's a simple question but the answer isn't so easy to say..." your voice wavered as you did your best to hold back the flood of emotions and events that wanted to bring tears to your eyes; the fact that you can't bring yourself to trust others and make friends or that your parents were on the verge of having a divorce. 

"Why?" his voice sounded closer then you expected, his warm breath, tickling the small hairs at the back of your neck.

"I'm afraid..." you clenched your hands together, "that you should think my reason is a weak and stupid one..." 

"Am I one to judge if it's a reason that someone is depressed?" he asked, making you glance up at him but quickly look down.

"N-no..." 

"Then tell me." you ended up telling him and all he did was sling an arm over your shoulders and give you a soft squeeze. It was comforting even if he didn't say any words.

Firkle 

Being the curious little girl you were, you went in search of the boy had met that taught you the new word: conformist. It sounded cool to say, especially since he said it. It wasn't because you liked him or anything, he just looked like a cool, interesting guy so you had convinced yourself unconsciously that the new word he had introduced to you was just as cool and interesting as him. You had already started school and you were already good friends with a great amount of other kids. They had taken a liking to you really quickly because you were really happy and fun, so much so that it was contagious. It was great having so many friends but all you had your mind set on right now was finding that boy, who refused to help you build a snowman and presented you with a new word, it was odd but it was perfectly normal to you. Admittedly, your first day of school and the insecurity of not being able to make friends had been able to distract you from the dark, mysterious boy that you had encountered but now that that was over, your mind was focused on finding him and asking him what the word 'conformist' meant. 

You haven't got any leads so far so it was getting pretty frustrating, there was hope that you held; hoping that he was in the same school as you but that hope was ever so slowly diminishing as you were having no luck of finding him. Not only that but you were also being held back from searching because your friends keep pestering you to play with them, of course, you couldn't possibly find it in you to say no. 

Today started out as a normal day, the weekends had just finished and you were planning on another search during break and lunch without failing. During the two days off of school, you were mostly outside, playing in the snow; your parents had already taught you how to build a snowman as you had asked them to when they finally had some free time on their hands. There was more then one reason as to why you were outside most of the time during the weekend; you wan't to see that boy again just like you did the first time you met, he just happened to stroll by so you hoped that it would happen again. Unfortunately, that didn't happen and so you were needing to search for him during school breaks and lunch. Normally kids your age would much rather prefer to spend their breaks and lunches, hanging out with their friends and playing games but you had a determined will to keep searching; you weren't like other kids and the boy didn't look like he was either. Curiosity was always your number one weakness. 

Speaking of curiosity, another suspicious thing had caught your eye when one of your classmates pointed it out just a few days ago. It was puffs of grey smoke constantly being puffed out of a certain area, your other classmates found it interesting but eventually grew bored and went on with their daily routines during breaks again. You, on the other hand, were fixated on finding out what it was, you figured that it would be a good opportunity to get your mind off dark haired boy, who only showed half his face. 

It was tough but you were able to get past the eyes of your fellow classmates and teachers to slip past the gate and make your way over to the area where the smoke was emitting from. A small iron gate kept you from entering the secluded area but at least you were able to see through it. The grip you had around two bars of the gate tightened when you caught a glimpse of the same boy that you had your fateful encounter with; the boy with the same style of hair that covered one half of his face, the boy that had an extremely pale complexion, the boy that wore all black and the boy that had gotten you hooked from the very moment that you two met. 

"HEY!" you shouted over, catching him and his friend's attention as you waved joyously. They each had something in their mouths, it was a rolled up piece of paper and it was burning up at one end, you had seen grown ups have the same thing in their mouths and your parents had constantly warned to never do such a thing because it can harm you. It wasn't clear to you what those things harmed but if your parents said it then it must be true, like the tooth fairy and Santa Clause!

"I-It's you!" the boy said in shock. 

"You know her?" a chubby girl asked. 

"N-no..." he replied, looking away but you pouted and decided to answer for him. 

"Yes you do! I'm (Y/N) but I don't know your name though." 

"His name is Firkle." a guy with curly black hair stated bluntly as the said boy growled at him. You could only smile, happy that you finally knew his name. "So, are you two friends?" he asked, directing his question to Firkle, who didn't answer but you did for him, once again. 

"Yes! We are very good friends!" 

"No we aren't!" Fickle snapped, making you pout. 

"B-but..."

"Go away conformist." smiling, you were finally reminded of what you had wanted to ask him. 

"What's a conformist?" 

"You!" Firkle stated harshly, "No go away!" with a pout you simply nodded and walked off, it was sad but at least you finally got to know his name. 

"See you later!!!" you shouted back, your happy mood returning after you took a moment to look on the bright side. Receiving a groan in reply, you giggled, that didn't mean 'I don't want to see you' so it was logical (in your mind) that he wanted to see you again as well.

Mike

"So what is your decision?" the boy from before asked, he seemed to be the leader of the vampires as they were all following his orders and actions. 

"Before I give you my answer, can I ask you a question." you did your best to keep your composure as the vampire's stares bore into you. 

"Hmmm...I suppose..." he hissed through his 'fangs'. 

"Thanks," he nodded and urged you to ask what you wanted answered.

"Why are you asking me to join?" he quirked a brow at your question, "I mean, I've seen you around and there are other children that you aren't bothering to be in your 'Vampire Group'." 

"So what it is that your saying is that we're bothering you." 

"Th-that's not it at all!" you frantically defended yourself, gulping as the other vampires started to hiss, stopping when the leader raise his hand. 

"But you just said tha-" 

"I know what I said!" you huffed, "Stop twisting my words!" he smirked at your response.

"Then stop feeding them to me." the word feed sent shivers down your spine.

"Y-you still haven't answered my question!" in the end you were still staying firm with what, ignoring the pressure of the other 'vampires'. 

"Well, we had been able to catch a glimpse of you in the shadows the moment you set foot here and have found that you had been searching for something," your breath hitched, "You wouldn't mind telling me what that something is, do you?" he asked with a smug smirk. 

"That's none of your business! Just answer the question!" he laughed with some hissing. 

"Alright, alright! Well, we found that you were definitely interested in fantasy related things." you were speechless, how were they able to gather this much information about you? It was creepy! "Don't be so shocked! You were staring at fantasy book illustrations at the local library for who knows how long!" he laughed with his 'friends'.

"It isn't funny!" you huffed, flushing in embarrassment. 

"You're right, it isn't." they stopped laughing instantly and faced you with a serious expression, "I could tell that you were going to be the perfect person to have in our growing vampire society..." he reached out his hand to you, his piercing emerald green eyes never leaving yours, "take my hand and I will make your fantasy wishes come true." he smiled, his fangs poking at his bottom lip. You were hesitant at first but softy smiled back and took his hand.

"Alright..." your answer was replied with a loud cheer.