Prompt: send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…
Prompt symbol: (upward pointing arrow): someone who is attracted to my muse
I highly recommend reading Chapter 21 ("Stare") if you haven't yet, otherwise this might be a bit confusing, as it takes place concurrently.
Takes place during "Scott Tenorman Must Die"
Scott leered at Shelly as she continued to scream at him.
He would have swallowed battery acid before admitting it out loud to anybody, but he found her intriguing. He had always secretly admired her take no shit attitude.
And she was totally going to be hot in a year or two. Her mom was a MILF and Shelly looked a lot like her already. It was only a matter of time.
Scott continued to smirk at Shelly, giving her the once-over. Despite the headgear and unkempt hair, she really wasn't that bad looking. Her ice blue eyes were framed by long lashes. Her hair was a nice shade of caramel brown and it shone almost golden in the sunlight.
"Why the hell are you just standing there, turd?!"
Scott decided to have a little fun with her.
"What can I say, Marsh? I have masochistic tendencies. And your sadism is pretty hot. I mean, for a thirteen-year-old."
Shelly turned pink. "What the hell - are you fucking with me?! Do you seriously think that I'm not going to fucking waste you?"
She was so tiny. She wasn't that much younger than he was, but she was so petite that she could have almost passed for a fifth grader. It was kind of cute in a way.
Scott got into her face. "You tell me."
That finally shut Shelly up. She stared up at Scott, unable to form a single word.
Scott was starting to become hypnotized by Shelly's piercing eyes. Before he knew what he was doing, he started to lean in even closer.
I'm just doing this to mess with her head. I'm not actually going to -
"Scott!" a familiar voice called.
Scott jumped backwards so quickly that he nearly lost his balance. His face heated up.
His mother appeared at the front door. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you had a visitor. Scotty, I need you to take out the trash. Then you can get back to your little girlfriend."
Shelly turned bright red. Scott's face felt like it was on fire.
"Coming Mom," he muttered.
"I - I gotta go!" Shelly stammered. Scott watched her as she raced up the street.
He quickly shoved down the disappointment that pooled in his chest and headed inside.
I need more content of this ship! And yes, Shelly is canonically short for her age. The 6th graders tower over her, despite being younger.