FilmoreFirkle
I don't own South Park.
When Filmore woke up first thing he noticed was fact that he was alone in not his bed. Second was fact that he was still on bed whith meant certain someone who most likely already woke up wasn't as mad about what happened last night as he expected and hadn't kicked him off. Third thing was fact that his clothes – all his clothes were, were lying messily on floor next to bed.
Stretching and yawning he looked for owner of this far too black for his likening room. He found him quite quickly. His favourite Goth was sitting by sis desk silently talking with someone trough his computer. He assumed he was calling other Goths to ask what to do with Filmore.
"I'd just send letter in stead of bothering with computers, it's too mainstream for me." Filmore noted sitting on edge of bed.
"Shut up you shitty poser." Firkle muttered visibly annoyed by fact other woke up. "And put on some clothes. Filmore just yawned and smiled at other. It was ignored. And Firkle switched to just typing what he wanted to say to his friends. Stretching once more Filmore started looking for his underwear and pants. Finally finding items he put them one with non enthusiasm at all, personally he'd prefer to stay naked. But if Firkle wants him to get dressed, why not.
Yawning Filmore picked up his forgotten I-Phone and checked facebook. "Oh, your Goth friends gave thumb ups on my latest post. It was about me going to confess to you. He noted looking with corner of his eye at Firkle who started quickly typing something. "I guess I have to change my status to 'married'" Filmore noticed.
"Don't you even dare you damn poser hipster." Firkle repined threateningly.
"Fine I'll settle with 'engaged' for now." taller noirette sighed theatrically and within seconds he added: "Done, now we're officially engaged." with wide smile.
"We're not. My status still says 'free'." Firkle noted knowing that other teen was obsessed with this stuff. Smirking Filmore walked to Firkles desk and before other could do anything Goths status was also saying 'engaged'.
"You... How do I change this damn thing?" Firkle was terrified by how easy other could do something he knew nothing about.
"When are we visiting Vegas?" Filmore asked smugly.
"For what?!" Firkle turned his chat off long ago. More like others closed it to save him humiliation.
"To get married of course." Filmore said like it was most obvious thing in whole world.
"NEVER!" Firkle shouted. "I'm never..." he wanted to continue but got stopped by others lips connecting with his. Next second Firkle knew that for his own good he has to somehow stop this damn poser hipster. "Stop it. I said stop." he managed to say as others lips moved to his neck.
"Your hips still hurt?" Filmore asked. Firkle ignored him. He just glared at other. "Fine let's watch movie or something." Filmore sighed ending dispute. Angering Firkle in early stage of relationship didn't look like good idea.
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