Sequel to: South Park Isn't so Bad! This is mostly in Andrew's POV. Pairings are, Emilie x Clyde, Stan x Kyle, Ciara x Kenny, Kyle x Cartman, slight Andrew x Pip and...Damien x Pip 8D
I DO NOT OWN SOUTH PARK! I ONLY OWN EMILIE AND ANDREW AND THIS STORY. SO NO SUING.
"That's great Em!" I told my best friend with fake enthusiasm. I was glad we were on the phone with each other, so I was free to make faces of disgust. My best friend of six years was telling me about her boyfriend, Clyde, again. She was telling me about what she was planning for their 10 month anniversary. So far she was planning a very special dinner, with a special after dinner treat if you get what I mean.
The thought disgusted me.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for Emilie! I'm happy that she found someone to make her feel this way, but I'm only pissed because it should be me.
You heard right, I'm in love with Emilie Rae Anderson. Hell, if you've been best friends with someone,of the opposite gender, for six fucking years, how could you not fall for them? It's almost been a year since Emilie moved to Shit Park, and it's been hell for me. I missed the days when we would go over to each others houses, talk, watch movies, go to 7/11, the mall, cuddle, hell we did everything together! We even traded clothes! You can see how I started falling for her.
Now I lost her to some fucker named Clyde Donovan, who cries at everything. I don't even know the dude and I hate him. I hate him for stealing my Emilie's heart.
"How do you think beef wellington sounds?" Emilie asked. I could hear her turning pages of a cook book.
"Sounds good! You should glaze it with honey and add a pinch of lemon." Even though I hated Clyde, I didn't want Emilie's special night to be ruined because of me.
"Thanks Andrew!" Emilie gushed into her phone. I should probably back up and explain myself. My name is Andrew Lee Hayes. I'm 18 years of age, I'm tall, slender, I have black hair, I have green eyes, pale skin, a lip piercing, and people say I look like a chick.
Lovely isn't it?
I leaned back in my desk chair, looking around my room. Pictures of my friends and I covered a plywood board I had hanging on one wall, posters of my favorite movies and anime were tacked up at random. A picture frame of Emilie and I was on my desk. The picture was taken when we were around 12, Emilie and I were both hugging, smiling openly. I smiled at Emilie's glasses and braces free face.
"So, found anyone yet?" Emilie's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Nah, not really. There's a guy that's been checking me out." I told her. My mom, and Emilie were the only people that knew I was bisexual. My mom supported me fully and my dad left us saying, "He wouldn't have a fag for a son". Doesn't he know that bisexuals are attracted to men AND women? He visits time time and sends us money, but every tie he looks at me I see disgust in his eyes.
What the fuck ever.
"Go for it!" Emilie urged. I laughed knowing fully she'd want me to tell her about it if I went for the guy. You see, people often call me a "man whore". I am a whore for men. People think I'm gay because I never actually slept with a girl. I made a vow to myself long ago that Emi would be the first girl I slept with.
I'm starting to doubt that this will ever happen.
"Nah," I began picking up a pencil to play with it. "I might toy with him for a while, he seems like a good fuck though." I teased.
"You're so bad Andy." Emilie laughed. I missed that laughter, I missed my Emilie.
"Miss you." I told her in a sad tone. I probably killed her mood with that.
"Awww, I miss you too Andy!" Emilie said. I could picture her pouting. I began to say something else but then she said, "Oh! I think Clyde's here! Text you later?"
Dammit! I have been cockblocked!
"Sure! Later Em!" I made our signature kissing noises. Emilie laughed as she returned the noises before she hung up. That damned Clyde Donovan! Damn him to hell! I knew I wasn't being fair to Clyde,I never met him! From what Emilie tells me, he's an amazing guy. Then again, that's her boyfriend, she would never talk down about him. But I didn't care that I hated him even though I never met him. He took what was supposed to be mine away.
Maybe I let the growing jealously and rage over throw my common sense,or maybe I was just an evil bastard. But I had a plan. A plan to make Emilie mine.
Oh yes, she will be mine.
Geez Andrew XD don't be so cruel!
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