Disclaimer:I DONT OWN SOUTH PARK. ONLY EMILIE.
It was around mid July when 17 year old Clyde Donovan first saw that mystery girl up close and personal. Since late June, a new family had moved in, and, from the looks of it, had a 16 year old daughter. Clyde usually saw her from a distance, walking around South Park with no clue where she was headed. The mystery girl had upper back length black hair, chocolate colored skin, and dark brown eyes. She had glasses, and whenever she opened her mouth to talk on her phone, red and black braces were revealed. The girl was average in height, a normal figure, and average looks.
Not beautiful, but not ugly either. Clyde had decided.
Back to that faithful mid July day, Clyde was sitting in his favorite Mexican restaurant, alone, eating his infamous Deluxe Macho Taco enthusiastically. He looked out of the window, searching for nothing in particular.
Then he saw her.
She was walking up the street, not on her phone surprisingly. The girl still had a confused look, not knowing where she was, and how she ended up there. The girl paused outside of the Mexican restaurant, sighed and entered. The girl looked around the restaurant, taking in the heavy aroma of tacos, burritos, enchiladas, and other delicious meals cooking.
"Hello!" A waitress jumped out at her, startling the unknown teen. "Welcome to Cocina Mexicana! May I take your order?" The perky waitress smiled happily.
"U-um." The girl began. She cleared her throat, gaining her composure. "Yes, I would like a chicken quesadilla with a medium Coke, no ice."
The waitress nodded, calculating her order on the cash register. "That'll be 8.95."
The girl dug around in her pockets, pulling out a crumpled ten dollar bill. The waitress placed the bill in the register, handing her the change, which the girl gratefully put in her pocket.
"Your order will be ready momentarily." The waitress handed the mystery chick her receipt. The teen nodded, slowly walking over to the area where Clyde was sitting. She chose the table behind Clyde, sitting so that way their backs were facing each other. Clyde debated whether or not he should talk to her or not. Just as he was about to open his mouth, the girl beat him to it.
"Hey." she sat sideways. Clyde did the same, they were now looking at each other. Now that Clyde saw her up close, he noted that she had small dark circles under her eyes. Was it a bad make up job, or lack of sleep? He didn't know.
"Hi." Clyde eyed her up and down. She wore a Lady Gaga t-shirt, destroyed black skinny jeans, and old converse high tops.
"I'm Emilie, whats your name?" The girl, now known as Emilie, asked extending her hand.
"Clyde." Clyde shook her hand. It was much smaller than his own, considering she was a girl, and soft compared to his slightly calloused hands from playing so much football.
Emilie nodded. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face, ticking it behind her ear, which had earrings shaped as dinosaurs.
"Where did you move from?" Clyde asked. Emilie's mud colored eyes stared into Clyde's giant puppy eyes.
"How did you know I moved here?" Her voice held a suspicious tone in it.
"I-I saw the moving truck! A-And South Park is so small, everyone knows everyone." Clyde laughed nervously. If this was an anime, Clyde would have been sweatdropping right now.
Emilie face palmed herself. "God I'm stupid! Of course someone would have noticed I'm new." she laughed. Clyde reluctantly laughed with her, as if they had been lifelong pals instead of meeting two minutes ago.
"Here you go!" The waitress popped up of nowhere, placing Emilie's tray on her table. When the overly happy waitress bounced away, Clyde barely held back a laugh.
"What?" Emilie asked confused.
"S-She does that lot." Clyde wiped a tear from his eye. His face turned friendly again. He patted the chair next to him. "Come sit next to me, I wanna get to know you better."
Emilie gave him a small smile, picking up her tray and moving it next to Clyde's.
"So, where did you come from?" Clyde repeated his question, taking a small sip of his Mountain Dew soda. He picked up his taco, prepared to take another bite.
"Seattle Washington." Emilie said this with a hint of pride, and both sadness in her voice. Her eyes held a look of longing.
Clyde nodded, impressed. Being in South Park his whole life, he never really got a chance to explore big cities, given that almost everyone in South Park made average wages, with the exceptions of Token Black and Kenny McCormick, due to it being such a small town.
"What was it like?" Clyde asked, wanting to know more.
"A LOT of traffic, lots of stores, beaches, parties, and just a really great place to be." Emilie told him. Clyde could imagine it all, the arcades, the clubs, the girls, and best of all...the food. Seattle probably had every fast food joint known to man, and then some more!
"Clyde?" Emilie's voice brought him back to earth.
"Huh wha?" Clyde asked. He felt some drool sliding down his chin. He quickly wiped it away, embarrassed that the girl he just met had to see his weird side.
"You went into a little trance there." Emilie giggled. Clyde rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks a slight pink color.
"Sorry, just thinking of how Seattle must have been." Clyde laughed. Emilie smiled, her eyes still looking wistful.
"Still miss it huh?" Clyde asked gently. Emilie nodded slowly, her eyes looking at her uneaten quesadilla.
"You'll grow to like it here!" Clyde patted her on the back. Emilie looked up at him, her eyes full of hope.
"Really?" She asked.
Clyde nodded. "Yeah! South Park may be small, but it's fun! If you're hanging with the right people."
Emilie looked thoughtful for a second. "I suppose I could give this place a try." She began to eat her quesadilla.
"How does it taste?" Clyde asked.
"Delicious." Emilie whispered, her eyes sparkling. Clyde took another bite from his taco.
"How's your taco?" Emilie retaliated.
"It's more than a taco." Clyde scoffed. "It's my lifeline."
Emilie laughed, showing off her braces. It caused Clyde to think of another question.
"Don't those hurt?" he pointed to her braces.
"They used to, I used to scratch my mouth up a lot, but I'm used to them now." Emilie shrugged.
"How long have you had them?"
"Uhh, about four years. I used to have an overbite, then I got a surgery for it, and now I have to wear braces for one more year then these things are history!" Emilie looked very happy.
"Can't wait huh?" Clyde smirked.
"Are you kidding me? These things have got to go!" Emilie lightly slammed her fist on the table making Clyde shake his head with laughter.
"You know, you're so much different than I thought you were going to be." Clyde ruffled Emilie's hair.
"Oh really? How so?" Emilie tilted her head to the side.
"When I first saw you." Clyde paused, not wanting to offend her. Emilie motioned for him to continue. "You looked kind of mean, you were telling someone how much you hated it here, and how everyone was an asshole." Clyde finished quickly. "And..you know..I always thought you'd be really mean to people." Clyde ate his taco nervously, waiting for Emilie to explode.
Emilie nodded, looking embarrassed. "Yeah..about that, I guess you sort of caught me on a bad day..sorry about that." Emilie looked submissive. Clyde chuckled.
"Don't worry about it! What matters the most is that you proved me wrong!" Clyde pulled her in for a small, one armed hug.
"So, what grade are you going into?" Clyde asked her.
"Eleventh. You?" Emilie sipped at her soda.
"Same! Hey, if your lucky, we might have some classes together!" Clyde looked really excited about this.
"Hopefully!" Emilie smiled.
"What time do you have to be home?" Clyde took the last bite out of his taco.
''Not a specific time, my parents are at work, and they wanted me to go out, meet some people and just explore the town." Emilie finished up her quesadilla. "Why?" she added as an after thought.
Clyde shrugged, smiling. "I wanna show you around South Park, you know, help you meet some people. What do you say?" Emilie nodded, thinking for a moment.
"I say yes." She smiled. Clyde gave her a toothy grin.
"Come on! I know exactly where to start." Clyde picked up his drink, holding out his hand for Emilie. Emilie placed her smaller hand in his own, and he pulled her up. Grabbing her drink, the pair walked out of the restaurant, waving goodbye to the creepy waitress.
"I have a feeling we're going to have an amazing friendship." Clyde said to Emilie. She nodded in agreement. The new friends walked to wherever the hell they were going, laughing and talking all the way.