This chapter is the first appearance of my OC, Luffy Davinport. She was, I will admit, inspired by a younger me. At the time I was writing this, I really loved Cartman and was totally fangirl-y. I put an OC with my nickname in the story.

This was the first fanfiction I ever wrote. I had no idea what a "Mary-Sue" was, but I don't think Luffy is one. She is not perfect and no one really likes her. She targets the man, rather than them targeting her. So, honestly, flames aside I think I did fine without knowing what I was doing.

I started writing this fanfic before I knew there was a place to post fictions. I was just bored and shared it with my buddies. They thought it was funny that "Luffy" was with Cartman so it was fine with me. I don't care if this is flamed. The fiction is so old what do I care?

Main Pair: Stan/Wendy

Pairings: Kyle/Bebe, Cartman/OC

South Park © Trey Parker & Matt Stone

Chapter 3: New Kid

"Well, students we have some exciting news today." Mr. Garrison greeted his class the next day; Mr. Hat perched on his left hand.

"That's right Mr. Garrison." Mr. Hat chirruped. "Today we have a BRAND NEW STUDENT from Ohio!" Mr. Hat clapped his tiny padded hands together.

Mr. Garrison smiled at his puppet, and then his fourth grade class. "Her name is Luffy Davinport"

"What a stupid name…" muttered Cartman.

"SHUT UP ERIC!" snapped Mr. Garrison.

Just then a girl entered the room. She was small, average height, and a little on the thin side. She had short, wavy brown hair with a red sheen, and sharp birch coloured eyes. She adjusted her glasses and smiled at the class. She had fangs.

"What a freak," grumbled Cartman. Mr. Garrison glared at him. Luffy eyes followed the voice to find Cartman. She stared and let out a low whistle.

She tugged on Mr. Garrison's pant leg and he bent down to hear her. "Who's the hottie in the second row? The one in the red jacket and the sexy blue cap?"

"That!?" Mr. Garrison asked in surprise. "That's Eric Cartman, the class fat ass."

"HEY!" shouted Cartman in distress. "I'm not fat, I'm pleasantly plump."

Luffy licked her lips. "I'll say you are." Kyle raised a red eyebrow and eyed Stan, this girl had issues. That, or bad, bad taste.

Luffy pushed Stan off his chair. Luffy scraped the metal school desk across the floor, as close to Cartman's desk as humanly possible. She positioned herself so she could stare at him.

Cartman didn't exactly know what to do. Whether to insult this girl, or bask in the attention she was paying him. He hadn't categorized her yet, which was unusual for Cartman. He wasn't sure if she was a hippie, freak, homo, or whatever. It didn't help that she was kind of cute!

Stan raised an eyebrow. He could tell Cartman was confused. Yet, he didn't want to laugh. Not yet at least. Hmmm… fat ass love. Stan giggled inwardly at that.

Now that the class had settled down, Mr. Garrison began today's lecture of Gary Coleman and Different Strokes.

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Meanwhile, across the room, Wendy was scribbling a note to Bebe. Wendy's hand writing was incredibly neat for her age, Curly letters and beautiful structure. This was, of course, because she was a genius.

Wendy paused for a second to adjust her pink beret and toss her silky hair from her face. Little did she know that Stan had almost thrown up at the site of it.

She nibbled her pen cap, thinking, and then she decided how to close the letter. She scratched out the last line, then folded the note neatly, and passed it along the line of desks to Bebe.

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When Bebe received the note, she was too preoccupied in deciding whether she liked 'Mrs. Kyle Broflovski' or 'Mrs. Kyle Stevens-Broflovski' more to read it at first.

When she finally got around to it, she had taken Wendy to the point of nervous twitching awaiting her answer.

Bebe unfolded the perfect note to find Wendy's incredibly neat hand writing. She sighed. Wendy was too perfect. Bebe began to read the note, skipping over the words that exuded her, since she had the vocabulary of the average fourth grader.

Dear Bebe,

It's come to my attention that we have this new student, whom is a female. I was wondering if we should invite her to join us in our so-called 'circle of friends.' She seems as though she's articulate and intellectual, and perhaps even cultured. In closing, should we invite her to hang out with us later tonight? At my house of course. She doesn't seem as if she'll be a threat to your current relationship and, of course, I'm not interested in anyone right now. AND DON'T QUESTION THAT!

Sincerely,

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe smiled. What a liar. She was still in love. Bebe could pick that out. Sure, Stan didn't have Kyle's incredibly tight ass, but he was still nice, and perfect for Wendy.

Bebe flipped the paper over and jotted back a simple note. She was not nearly as eloquent as Wendy, so it was not only as neatly written, but a simple read.

She folded it less perfectly as well and passed it along the back row of desks back to Wendy. Who tore it open, as she had waited for it well through the lecture on Different Strokes and into the one on The Facts of Life.

Dear Wendy,

O.K. That's cool. No prob. She seems nice, even if her taste in guys sucks ass. She doesn't seem bitchy at all, so we'll invite her after class. By the way, you're a liar. You are SO in love.

Love,

Bebe ;)