Hello! All of these OC's were introduced in my last story, The Weirdest Week Ever. You don't have to read that one to understand this, but it may help. Here we go…
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Nikki screamed as she ran into my house, letting in an unpleasant blast of the cold January wind. "I-I-I-I Livy! AHHH!"
"What's the matter?" I asked, startled silly from her flamboyant entrance into my home. She had been my best friend since grade school and, now that we were seniors at South Park High, I knew that really only two things got her this wound up: Kenny McCormick and apocalypses. This had to be huge.
"I got in! I got in!" She screamed, jumping around my living room.
As soon as those worlds came out of her mouth, I instantly realized what was occurring and tackled her to the floor.
"Nikki! I'm soooo proud of you!" I squealed, hugging my best friend as tightly as possible.
"Berkley class of 2014, baby!" Her grin was as wide as physically possible. She had just gotten into her first choice college: the University of California at Berkley, and I couldn't have been more proud of her. Berkley was all she could talk about, think about, read about… ah, you get the idea. This was beyond amazing.
"We're both going to college!" She squealed. I had just gotten into the University of Virginia weeks early, and honestly loved life at the moment. Now, we were both set.
My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out. Hmm, one new text from Kyle Broflovski 3 (he had programmed the little heart in next to his name when I got the phone).
"Is that your boy-toy?" Nikki asked, looking curiously at my phone.
"Who else texts me ever?" I replied, flipping the phone open to read the message.
Ike and Will need to be picked up from hockey at 4:30… in a student gov meeting. Can you get them today?
"Blah!" I said, rolling my eyes at the text. "He's always in those God damn meetings."
Nikki shook her head as she read the text. She knew picking up our younger brothers had always been Kyle's job.
"You're just bummed you don't get to see him every second of the day like you used to when we were kids. It'll be better when you're married and have babies and stuff…"
"Shut the fuck up!" I said, glaring at the girl mercilessly poking fun at me.
"Hey! At least you're boyfriends not a lazy, perverted, creepy, drug-dealing loser!" I rolled my eyes at the comment.
"You're not dating Kenny right now, remember?" I replied, attempting to concentrate on responding to Kyle's text.
"I know that!" She yelled back defensively. Pssh, she knows that my ass….
Ok, Ky. But, you owe me.
"Hey Tyler," Nikki casually remarked as my little brother walked through the door. Tyler is my youngest brother. Currently, he is nine-years-old and in the fourth grade at South Park Elementary. I smiled as he and his best friend, Faith Stevens, Bebe's little sister, approached me.
"Hey you two, what's going on?" I asked.
"Nothing much," Tyler replied, scratching at his red skullcap. "I think we're going to get a snack or something." Faith nodded, her blonde curls bouncing up and down on her shoulders.
"Yeah, maybe play some video games too. Mr. Garrison gave us a lot of homework so I can't stay too long." Nikki and I looked at each other and laughed.
"No offence, cutie. But you don't know what homework is." Nikki stated, gesturing towards my mile-high stack of textbooks in the corner of the room. "Enjoy youth while it lasts."
"I have to agree with her there. Will you guys be ok for a few minutes? I've got to go pick up Will and Ike from Hockey." Tyler paused.
"But Kyle does that." I sighed. Obviously he wanted further explanation.
"Kyle's got student government." I said, frowning at the thought.
"Well, you've got cheerleading." He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Cheer doesn't start until five. Wait, why does this even matter to you?" He shrugged his shoulders and pulled Faith into the kitchen with him. I'll assume that's my permission to leave.
"Bye Faith! Bye Tyler! Don't do anything stupid!" I called as I grabbed my keys and headed towards the door.
"Yea! I love picking the boys up from hockey. They look really hot in their little uniforms" Nikki squealed, I stared at her in disgust.
"Nik, that's gross. They're fourteen-year-old kids and one's my brother!" She smiled as we headed toward my navy blue Jeep Cherokee.
"Yeah, I know. Guess I'm just a cougar." She batted her eye lashes and winked, simply to gross me out.
"You're a creep is what you are." I cynically replied.
"Haha, you're probably right."
My phone vibrated in my pocket yet again. I flipped it open to read what Kyle had to say.
I love you. Hmm, strange… that's out of character—no sarcasm or anything. What's the matter with him? I quickly responded to his message:
Love you too… but something's wrong. The response came fairly quickly this time:
We need to talk. I'll find you after cheerleading, wait for me.
"Earth to Livy… come in, Livy. You gunna pick up those boys or what?" I put my phone back in my pocket and turned on the engine, but I was still lost in thought. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. Something's up with Kyle. I hope he's alright."
***
"Hey boys," Nikki said as my younger brother Will and Kyle's younger brother Ike piled into the backseat of my car.
"You're not Kyle," Ike said. Guzzling down an orange Gatorade as he spoke. "Where's Kyle?"
"He has student government. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked, looking back at the sweaty freshman stinking up the backseat of my car.
"Nope, just wondering," Ike replied with a grin.
"Whose house will it be? I don't have time to drop you off individually, so pick." I said, pulling out of the rink's parking lot and into the street.
"Uh. Ike's is good," my brother replied. Ike nodded.
"What about you, Nikki? I assume you don't want to go back to school." She smiled and replied:
"No, take me to school. Butters has student government too, he'll drive me home from there." I glared at her disapprovingly.
"It's not right to toys with Butters' emotions just to make Kenny jealous—it was ok with Clyde, Craig, Kevin, Token…. Butters is really pushing it." Nikki frowned and replied:
"Butters is cute and sweet and he treats me like a lady, which is more than I can say for Kenny!" She looked back at the boys in the backseat. "Always treat girls like they're something of innate value before you try to get into their pants."
"Ok," The boys chimed… then Ike continued:
"I'll treat you like something of innate value Nikki…." Oh boy, here we go.
"Nice try, Ike, nice try" Nikki replied as we pulled up to the Broflovski house. "Bye boys." The two boys tumbled out of the car, and we continued on our way to school.
***
"Hey Butters!" Nikki squealed, batting her eye lashes at the poor, helpless boy.
"Why, hello Nikki. What are you doing here?" Butter replied, a spark in his eye.
Butters hadn't changed much at all; he was still a little innocent blonde kid, despite the corrupting atmosphere of high school. He was treasurer of the student government, and always played a major role in the theater productions. As far as I could tell, he still had a crush on Nikki.
"Livy couldn't drop me off before cheer, can you take me home?" As she said that, Kenny walked up behind us with Kyle. Kyle put his arm around me and stepped back. Here we go again…
"What the fuck are you doing Nikki?" Kenny asked, a frown of his face.
"Asking Butters for a ride, that's what I'm doing," She replied, smirking at him.
"Why don't you just ask me for a ride?!" Kenny asked, glaring at Butters with a clenched fist.
"Well, last time I checked, you weren't in student government… Why the fuck are you even here?" He turned his head away.
"He's sort of the reason the meeting was held," Kyle said, cautiously.
"WHAT!?! What is it this time, Kenny? Have you been selling pot again!?" Nikki punched Kenny in the shoulder. She already knew the answer.
"I was going to buy you that necklace you told me you wanted!" Kenny said defensively, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.
"We're over Kenny, remember? You were going to buy subwoofers for you truck, that's what you were going to do. You're such a screw up! I can't…. Butters take me home, please!" With that Butters and Nikki walked off towards the parking lot.
Kenny frowned for a second, looking down at the ground, half angry, half genially affected but what she had said to him. Kyle removed his arm from my shoulder and approached Kenny.
"Don't worry about it man, I mean we let you off with a warning…" Kenny looked up and smiled.
"That's why it owns to have the student body president as a friend." He winked at me, the usual charming twinkle in his eye. "Olivia my love, you are looking beautiful today." I smiled and replied.
"Thanks, Ken. You going to Stan's party tomorrow?"
"Do you even have to ask?" he moved off towards the parking lot. "Bye you love birds! Remember to use a condom!"
"Get out of here, Kenny!" Kyle yelled after him. I turned to him, something wasn't right.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Kyle smiled down at me and kissed me on the forehead.
"It's nothing… We'll talk after practice. You're probably going to be late." I frowned as we walked towards the gyms.
"Well, you're going to be late for basketball."
"I had a meeting, so I have an excuse. You, on the other hand, do not." Well, he was right about that.
"Oh, fuck"
My friend (the girl who shares this channel with me) is helping me with this story. So, if you thought I was a super fast serial writer before, watch out.
I'm accepting OCs (this is an OC fic after all). Special request: Does anyone want to get involved with Ike Broflovski… That'll be a major part in upcoming chapters.
So, Kenny's a stoner… Kyle's president, Livy's a cheerleader, and Ike's a freshman. Fun times at South Park High!
Thanks for reading, please review.
