High School South Park · Y/n story by @idkman08

South Park. A quiet little mountain town where the snow never quite seems to finish falling, even when it isn't snowing anymore. The bus stop at the corner of Main Street and Third was framed by gray slush and a lopsided wooden bench that had been graffitied at least eleven separate times.

Stan Marsh

staring down the empty road with the thousand-yard stare of someone who had accepted his fate If the bus doesn't come in the next three minutes, I'm walking.

Kyle Broflovski

You say that every morning and then you just stand here.

Stan Marsh

Because I have hope.

Kyle Broflovski

You literally just said you accepted your fate.

Stan Marsh

Doesn't mean I can't walk.

Eric Cartman

wedged onto the far end of the bench, arms crossed over his puffy orange coat You're both idiots. The bus will get here when it gets here. It's not like any of us actually want to be at school.

Kenny McCormick

muffled through the thick scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face Some of us just want the free heat.

The four of them had arranged themselves in their usual positions—Stan and Kyle standing near the curb, Kenny perched on the back of the bench, Cartman occupying as much space as physically possible.

Eric Cartman

glancing over with narrowed eyes Oh great. Now we're waiting for Y/n too. Perfect. Just perfect. Now we'll freeze to death AND be late.

Stan Marsh

Dude, she's not even late. The bus is late.

Eric Cartman

waving a dismissive hand Semantics.