Out in South Park

Rosalynn is not your average teenager. She loves to draw, skateboard, hang with the guys, and is quite innocent. Her dad's job requires her family to move quite often, so when he lets them know the day after school ends for the summer that they have to move. No one is really surprised. They pack up and head out of California to a small little town in Colorado called South Park. Rosalynn has no trouble getting friends, but what happens when she falls for one? Why does she feel so close to everyone right off the bat? Why is South Park such a weird town?
(The cover art I did not draw. It's from Deviant Art by the user kamaniki. I also do not own any of the South Park characters and landmarks that I will use, obviously. That credit goes to Trey and Matt.)
[Until I get time, this is unedited. So for typos and mistakes like that. I'll get around to it.]


16. Fourth of July

*The Next Night*

“Rosa, glad you could make it,” Wendy brings me into a hug. It’s surprising she heard the doorbell when I pressed it because music is playing quite loudly.

“I’ve never been to a party like this. I’m excited,” I smile.

She releases me and smiles back. “I host the best parties. Where’s your sister?”

“Ruby is having a party at her house for kids their age. Did Stan tell you I have a sister?”

“He did. Hm, didn’t know she was having a party.”

“Will there be fireworks tonight?”

“Of course,” she giggles and pulls me inside, shutting the door with her shoulder. “Kenny is in the backyard. He’s been waiting for you,” she winks before heading off.

I start making my way through Wendy’s house. There are teens everywhere; drinking and eating in the kitchen, dancing in the living room and most everywhere else, so many kissing, and a few chatting in kind of secluded places.

Once outside, the music isn’t as loud, but there are still a lot of people dancing. There’s a pool, and a fair amount of teens are swimming. More people are out here talking, drinking, and eating.

I spot Kenny on the far side of the yard, leaning up against the fence, drinking some kind of beet. His parka is unzipped all the way and he has a tight, black t-shirt underneath. His parka hood is off his head as well, and his hair is perfectly messy.

I smile and walk. He’s the only reason I actually got off my ass and came to night. I mean, I also told Wendy I would. Then the boys informed me how big the party would be, and I got a little scared. Big parties like this aren’t really my thing, but I can take a small party. The excitement I told Wendy about is real though.

“Rosa,” Kenny smiles quite big and encases me in a hug. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“That’s sweet,” I hug back. “I came so I could hang with you.”

He lets me go and kisses my cheek, “Damn it, forgot to ask.”

I laugh and step away from him. “You did. You kiss my cheek all the time without asking. So rude.”

He pouts, “Please forgive me.”

I run a hand through his hair, “I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Good,” he smirks. “Can I kiss your neck then?”

“If you give me a sip of your beer.”

He looks kind of shocked, “Are you fucking serious?”

I nod, “Hand it over boy.”

He slowly hands me his beer, “I can’t believe this.”

I take a swig and instantly regret it. It’s terrible. “Oh god,” I scrunch up my face and shove the beer into his gut. “That’s gross.” I stick my tongue out in disgust. “How do you drink that?”

Kenny bursts into laughter, “You are too innocent, Rosa. You truly are.”

I spit and look up at him, “I’m not innocent. Not that innocent, anyways.”

“Just because you cuss doesn’t mean you aren’t innocent in other ways.” He takes a long swig of his beer. “Now, I believe I get to kiss your neck.”

“Don’t give me a hickey or I will kick your ass.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me,” Kenny pulls me close. “You can’t hurt me.” He places his lips on my neck hearing up. “I can’t see you hurt, so I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

He pulls away and locks eyes with me. “And I’ll never hurt you. Now let’s go dance.”

*A Few Hours Later*

Kenny pulls me closer as the first firework lights up the sky. “I can’t believe the night is ending.”

Most of the teens are out in the backyard looking up at the sky. The firework show is being put on by the city and we have a perfect view.

“Are you going to walk me home?” I yawn.

“Or you can spend the night at my house,” Kenny’s hand drops to my hip.

“I don’t know if my mom or dad would be okay with that.”

“Just say you’re staying with Wendy or something.”

“I’ll just let them know I won’t be coming home tonight.”

As the firework show goes into full swing, I fire off a few texts to my parents. Then turn my phone off so they won’t bug me, and look back to the sky.

*Thirty Minutes Later*

“I’ over at a guy’s house and my parents have no idea,” I giggle.

“Are you comfortable up there?” Kenny asks from the floor.

I flip over and nuzzle my head into Kenny’s pillow. “Your bed is great. Very comfy.”

“Isn’t it lonely? Kind of cold?”

“Not really,” I wrap Kenny’s one and only blanket on his bed a little tighter around myself. “I’m surprised you only have one blanket, though. What about winter?”

“I just wear my parka. But, are you sure you don’t need me up there to protect you?”

“Nope, I’m good.”

He groans, “Fine. Maybe next time.”

“Sure. Next time. Now shut up and let me sleep. Goodnight Kenny.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

*A Few Days Later*

“Kenny, get back on the sidewalk,” I sigh as he skates down the road.

“You’re taking up all the room though,” Kenny laughs.

I roll my eyes and swerve around the sidewalk a bit, “I can skate on one side if you’d like.”

“How did you become so good at skating in a day?” Kyle asks.

“It’s not that hard,” Kenny answers.

“You’re going to get hit by a truck of something,” Stan comments.

“I’ll be fine.”

“If you die, god damn it, who will I tease about being poor?” Cartman grumbles.

“If you get hit, I’ll die inside,” I pout.

“He’s kind of asking for it,” Kyle shrugs.

“Kenny, please, get off of the road. For me.”

“Fine,” Kenny looks over at me and smiles. “For you.”

As Kenny starts making his way over to the sidewalk, a truck is seen in the distance, barreling down the road at an insane speed.

It happens in seconds. I shout out to Kenny as the truck hits his body, sending him flying. The skateboard actually makes it up onto the sidewalk.

The truck drives on and Kenny is lifeless on the street. Blood surrounds him. It’s heart breaking.

“Oh my god! They killed Kenny!” Stan exclaims.

“You bastards!” Kyle shouts.

“He’s dead,” I just fall to my knees. My skateboard gliding away. I’m pretty sure my shins are scrapped up. I don’t care though. “Kenny.” Tears start spilling out as my brain finally wraps around it all.

“Rosa, let’s get you home,” Stan puts his hand on my shoulder.

His touch shocks me into some sort of flashback. Of a time when something very similar to this happened. So many years ago.


Ah! Cliffhanger! Kind of. Anyways, more chapters coming your way soon! :D Hope you liked this! :)

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