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'So this is South Park, huh?’ I thought, looking around my new yard.
I remembered the conversation my parents had with me a month ago. They wanted us to get away and move to a beautiful place far away from the city, so here we were outside our moving truck, standing in front of our new home.
In South Park, a place covered in nothing but snow.
I didn't hate it, it was just something different. It wasn't exactly a shock either. I researched the place before I moved here, using an app to look around the town from a pedestrian's perspective. I even managed to make an online friend who lives here. We agreed to meet up on Saturday, which just so happened to be tomorrow, at a nearby park so that they could show me around town. I peered over the fence that separated my back and front yards, trying to get my first glimpse at where I'd be touring. A row of businesses caught my eye, and I was glad to see them. They made this place look more like a town and less like a frozen wasteland.
When my parents told me that I was moving to South Park, I wasn't angry or sad. I was more surprised than anything, seeing as my parents really dislike inconveniences, and moving sounded like the ultimate pain in the behind. Apparently, they thought it was worth it after they heard about the bullying situation that I had at my previous high school. They didn't hesitate to leave.
My bullying problem isn't a problem anymore since this is a new place and a new me.
Most of our things had already been brought inside by the moving company, so we only had a small truckload of boxes left to move into our house. Our new home is pretty cute.
"I think I might like it here," I said to myself, watching my breath transform into a cloud in the cold Colorado air. Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and I glanced over at the window of one of my neighbors, spotting an adorable kid right as he ducked out of sight. I absolutely love cute things and cuties. I could see the black-haired kid peeking through the window again, so I waved, and he waved back. I saw him turn his head while pointing at me.
"Y/N!" My mom called from within our house. I glanced up again as I ran to my front door, making eye contact with a surprised-looking teen who wore a hat just as green as his eyes. My parents told me that once I finished moving all the boxes into the house and unpacked then I could look around the neighborhood. A few hours later, all the boxes were in the house and I was lazily unpacking my third box. I decided that was good enough and quickly threw on a warmer outfit, sprinting outside before my parents could catch me.
"Bye Mom, bye Dad, I'm going outside!" I yelled into the house, pulling the door behind me.
"Don't stay out too late!" My dad managed to rush out just before the door closed. Usually, I could come and go from my house whenever I pleased, since there was never anyone around to stop me anyways. My parents' job made it, so that on some days, they'd leave for work and not come home for the night. Therefore, I was home by myself a few days a week.
I wondered if I can see the green-eyed teen and the kid again. I looked up to see an empty window, so I guess not. I shrugged and strolled down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I hope I can meet some cuties today so I can make some friends. I passed by a few places and saw children playing when I saw it, no, I sensed it even before I saw it. A coffee place. I love coffee.
It was as if my feet knew to take me here. It had to be an act of divine intervention. I patted my pocket to make sure I had my wallet before I sprinted towards the building like my life depended on it. When it comes to things I like, I'm pretty dramatic. They don't call me Dramatic Y/N for nothing. To be honest, no one actually calls me that.
"W-welcome!" The boy behind the register grunted as I walked up to him.
"Hi!" I said, looking him over. He looked around my age and he had wild blond hair. He looked really nervous, but upon closer inspection, maybe spazzy was the better word.
"Hello. Are you n-new? TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"
I stared at him with a blank expression, and he began to shake. I didn't mean to creep him out and he seemed to be nervous. I couldn't help but say what was on my mind as I looked at him. "Cute."
"Huh?" The blond boy tilted his head in confusion.
"You're very cute." I spoke bluntly and I watched as his face went bright red. I couldn't help it, since he reminded me of a small animal. His hair looked super soft and his alertness reminded me of a bunny or a squirrel.
"I'm sorry," I tried to alleviate his embarrassment. "My name is Y/N, and my family just moved in today. What's your name?"
"My name is Tweek, it's nice to meet you! Welcome to South Park. This coffee shop actually belongs to my parents." He twitched.
"That's pretty cool! It must be fun." I smiled.
"Yeah, I love the coffee, but it can get pretty o-overwhelming!" He flinched a little.
"You're doing great, don't worry," I reassured him, before remembering why I was here. "Oh, right, I still have to order. I'll just have whatever coffee you recommend!" He cracked a small smile and nodded, walking away to fulfill my order.
I walked over to one of the tables in the shop, sitting down and staring at him while he worked. Despite being nervous and twitchy, he was very efficient, making my drink quickly without spilling a single drop. I giggled at my thoughts, making him glance at me, so I was quick to look away and pretend that I wasn't staring. Despite that, I'm sure that I knew that he knew that I was looking at him.
"Here you go," he startled me by placing my drink in front of me.
"T-thank you!" Somehow, I got nervous.
"You're welcome. Let me know how you like it." He smiled once more as he walked away. It hadn't even been an hour since I left home and I already ran into a cute boy. I continued to stare at him as I drank my coffee, thoroughly enjoying both the taste and the sight. When we made eye contact, I flashed him a thumbs up and he nervously smiled. When I finally looked away, I could've sworn that there were eyes on me, but when I looked around, there was no one looking at me.
"Hey, Tweek! We came to say hi!" A Brunette burst through the door, yelling at full volume, which made me jump out of my skin.
"Hey, guys!" Tweek replied. Shockingly, he wasn't nervous.
"We were driving by," said another boy, this one with a purple shirt that had the letter T on it. I watched the three interact, lifting my cup to my lips. I questioned if this was reality and if all the teens in this town were this handsome. I was internally screaming. It was truly a sight to behold. I ate these eye candies right up, staring at them without blinking. The boy with brown hair caught my gaze and gave me a surprised expression that quickly morphed into an excited grin.
"Hello, pretty girl!" He called, speeding over to my table and inviting himself to sit next to me. "Why haven't we met yet? My name is Clyde!" He put out his hand and I took it. He shook it like a madman, and his energy must have been contagious because I soon found myself whipping my whole arm up and down in response, which made us both laugh.
"Her name is Y/N. She just moved here today!" Tweek answered for me.
The third boy approached, and I looked up at him as he started to speak. "Hi, my name is Token. Nice to meet you, Y/N." I offered him a handshake and he slipped his hand into mine, giving me a quick, firm shake. I appreciated the fact that he didn't try to rip my arm off like Clyde.
"So, Y/N, how old are you? Got any sisters? Do you have a boyfriend?" Clyde shot a volley of questions at me while Token chuckled.
"I'm seventeen, nope, and double nope." I shook my head. Clyde scooted his chair closer to me in response, and I couldn't help but laugh at how cheesy he was being. I would usually be weirded out if some random person started flirting with me, but something about Clyde made me feel relaxed. Maybe it was because he was cute. They proceeded to tell me that they were all the same age as me, and we figured out that I would be going to the same school as them after the weekend was over.
We looked at the door when we heard the bell above it ring, and another teen with a blue hat strolled in. He emotionlessly looked around, giving a nod to Tweek who nodded in return. When he spotted our little group, he walked over to us. Upon seeing his face closer, my heart leapt into my throat, but I fought to keep my expression neutral.
'Another handsome boy? South Park, you're the best!'
"Clyde, you said you were running in real quick to say hi to Tweek. I've been waiting in the car for hours." He deadpanned.
"We were saying hi to the new girl, she just moved in!" Clyde waved him off. "Y/N, this is Craig! Don't let him scare you. He's cool, but not as cool as me. And Craig, this is Y/N, my new girlfriend." My eyes widened, and I was just about to deny Clyde's claim, when he laughed. He's a smooth boy.
"Nice to meet you," I waved at Craig, trying to ignore how hot my face felt. He simply stared at me and gave me the middle finger. I was completely dumbfounded for a second there, but I decided to play it off.
"Uh, right back at ya," I said, returning the gesture with both hands. For a moment, he looked surprised, but then he gave me a small, amused smile.
'Phew.'
If I was being honest, I'm always nervous about meeting new people even if I hide it well. The butterflies that made their home in my stomach were especially active this time because they were all so good looking. I internally cheered at how smoothly this had gone despite how nervous hot boys made me. I was being shallow, no, I was just very enthusiastic about things like this. They don't call me Enthusiastic Y/N for nothing even though no one calls me that.
The boys filled me in on some details, both large and small. They told me about how they all grew up together and about school. They mentioned the popular girls including Token's girlfriend, Nichole. Clyde made it a point to inform me that the rest of the guys were single, just in case I needed to make a mental note of that, which I did. I like gazing at handsome guys, especially if they happen to be single.
The last thing they warned me about was the crazy stuff that happens around South Park. At first, I thought they were joking, but once I realized that they were serious, I couldn't help but wonder what was in store for me in this little town.
Despite what it looked like at first glance, South Park may never be boring.