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.]


1. Some New Friends

I sigh as I stare up at the ceiling of my new room. I can't believe that we just up and moved right after the end of my sophomore year of high school. It was rushed and my sister and I are still a little sour.
"Rosalynn," my mother's tired voice fills my ears.
"South Park," I turn over so I can look at my mother. "Why here?"
"Your father got to pick where he wanted to be transferred this time," she sighs. "South Park was the cute little town he thought would be perfect for us. A new start," she yawns. "It's only two in the afternoon, please go and try to make friends."
I groan, "I'm only saying okay because you let me dye some of my hair blue before we left. As well as cut it so it doesn't touch my shoulders."
She slightly smiles, "That's my girl. You are getting close to seventeen, and blue is a beautiful color for your curly blonde locks. And I like it a bit shorter."
 I smile and slowly sit up, "And the blue matches my eyes, right?"
"Of course," she giggles.
"What's Ashlyn doing?" I slide out of my bed and stretch my legs a bit.
"She's unpacking. So much slower than you."
I giggle, "I've still got a few boxes, but I'm pretty much good and done." I walk over to my mom and slide past her into the hallway.
"Make at least one friend while you're out there, okay?" She yawns once again.
"I will," I nod before heading down hallway and then down the steps. I stop in the front room and grab my helmet off a coat hanger.
"You going out for a skate? Why?" Ashlyn's annoyed filled voice fills my ears.
I turn around and see my sister at the top of the steps. "Um, yeah. I have to go out and find some friends. Mom's orders."
She laughs, "Have fun with that. I didn't see any kids when we drove through."
"There's plenty here. My age and yours. I know it."
She rolls her eyes, "I'm going back to my room. I'm calling my boyfriend." She turns around and head back down the hall.
I shrug and pick my skateboard up from under the end table near the front door. "Such a downer." Then I head out of our house and start skating as soon as I'm in the street.
As much as moving to a small town in the middle of nowhere sucks, I do enjoy starting over. Not even my pissed off sister can change my mind about that.
My friends from my old town were great. There's no way I want to lose contact with them. However, in a way, I'd love to make some new friends in this new town. Maybe even have more things in common with them. I'd love to even get into a very serious relationship.
I adjust my helmet and sigh as I start to realize that Ashlyn was right. There's no kids out playing or anything. It's actually kind of bizarre.
"Hey! Skater girl!" A boy's voice fills my ears.
I slow down to a stop and look around for the source. The boy ends up being just a tad behind me. I think he's heading somewhere.
"Who are you?!"
"Rosalynn!" I smile and skate over to him in seconds. "And you?"
"Stanley, but everyone calls me Stan," he grins back. "You're obviously new here."
Stan is just a couple inches taller than me, so he's around six foot. He's wearing a blue beanie with a red puff ball and red on the bottom; blue jeans with small tears in them; with and blue tennis shoes; a red collared, dark burgundy jacket. His black hair is sticking out from under his hat, and his blue eyes seem to be deciding if I'm interesting enough for him.
"Yeah, my family just moved here from California," I kick my skateboard up into my left hand. "Like, late this morning. Our house is filled with unopened boxes full of belongings."
"Really?" Stan asks.
"Yes," I nod. "So my mom forced me to come out here and try to make some new friends."
"Oh, well, in that case, I'll take you to meet my friends. And we can be friends," he smiles.
"Oh, that sounds lovely," I giggle. "That's so nice of you."
"Well, a pretty girl just moved into South Park. That doesn't happen every day. I have to be nice to her."
I roll my eyes, "Is that a flirt?"
Stan laughs, "I have a girlfriend. However, I think you would be perfect for my one friend."
"Oh really?" I smirk.
"I wouldn't lie. Not to a pretty girl."
"You're being too nice and you just met me. I hope your other friends are just as nice."
"Well you can judge that for yourself. Come on follow me."
Stan starts walking down the street, and I follow beside on my skateboard.
"Is South Park a fun town?"
"I mean, I've lived here all my life, so nothing is really fun to me anymore. For you, there is probably quite a few things you could consider fun."
"Hm, all right. I think I'd like to hand with you and your friends."
"All summer? You'll surely get bored of us."
"If that happens, just introduce me to your girlfriend. Then I can hang with her," I giggle.
"I can kind of tell you don't really want to do that," he laughs.
"I can hang with girls if I need or want to. They just gossip and I can't deal with that. When school starts, though, I think it'll just naturally happen that I'll hang with the girls."
"Well, I can respect that."
"Where is your friends' house?" I groan.
"It's that one," Stan points to a green house not far in front of us.
It takes us only a minute more to make it to the house. We step up to the door and Stand rings the doorbell.
"Coming!" A boy's voice shouts to us.
Moments later, the door opens and a boy the same age and almost same height as Stan stands before us. He's wearing a green ushanka with some curly, red hair sticking out from under it; green eyes; a green collared, dark orange jacket; green pants, and black high-tops.
"Hey Kyle," Stan smiles. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah, but who is she?" Kyle looks over to me and slightly smiles.
"I'm Rosalynn," I kick my skateboard up into my left hand. "Just moved here and Stan is being oh so kind to help me get some new friends."
"Well, that sounds like Stan, always nice to pretty girls. It's nice to meet you, Rosa."
I smile, "A nickname, already?"
Kyle laughs, "Your name was too long, I just shortened it. So, you're welcome."
I nod, "First two people I meet in my new town are funny and nice. This is a good start."
"Oh, well, can't wait until you meet Cartman," Kyle grimaces.
"His name is Eric Cartman," Stan explains. "No one calls him Eric. Everyone calls him by his last name."
"Oh, well, what are your last names?"
"Getting to know us better?" Kyle asks.
"Mine is Marsh," Stan answers.
"Broflovski. You?"
"Ah, seems like we have a Jew in our group," I giggle. "Mine is Heath."
"And let me guess, you're sixteen," Kyle smirks.
"Correct. And you guys?"
"Still sixteen," Stan answers.
"I'm seventeen," Kyle steps out of his house and shuts the front door. "And Cartman is sixteen. Than our last friend is seventeen."
"Sweet. So we are all in the same class. Being juniors this fall."
"That's right," Stan nods.
"Okay, enough talking and getting to know each other," Kyle sighs. "To Cartman's house."
We head down the road to a bright green house, and Kyle rings the doorbell this time.
"I like your skateboard," Kyle whispers to me as we wait.
"Thanks," I smile and look down at my board. A simple thing. It's bright blue with the word 'Rebel' in orange across it. "I painted it and all."
Before he can respond, the front door swings open and a chubby boy stands on the other side.
"The hell you guys want?" The boy, I'm assuming is Cartman, scowls.
He's wearing a blue and yellow beanie hat like Stan's, with the puff ball and bottom being yellow; his brown hair is sticking out of his hat; brown eyes; an orange collared, red jacket on; brown pants; brown boot things. He seems like an ass, and I know for damn sure Stan wasn't thinking I'd get with him.
"Who's the hoe?" Cartman asks.
Kyle back hands the boy who is just an inch shorter than him. "Don't call her that!"
Stan rolls his eyes, "Fatass. She just moved here and is cool, so don't call her names."
"I'm Rosalynn, ass," I give him the stink eye for a few seconds.
"I'm not fat, I'm big boned!" Cartman exclaims. Stepping out of his house and slamming the front door. "Where are we going?"
"Haven't decided yet," Stan says as we start walking to another house. At least, so I'm assuming.
"Can you even skate?" Cartman scoffs.
I place my board down and head off down the street. Having to stop when I hit some train tracks.
"Can you stop being such a dick to Rosa?" Kyle groans.
"Hey guys!" I shout back at them. "Any chance this green house is our last stop before going and doing whatever?!"
"Yeah!" Stan answers.
I pick up my skateboard up and head to the house.
It's super run down, but I bet this last boy is way better than asshole Cartman.
"Go ahead and knock, Rosa!" Kyle instructs.
I glance back at them before knocking on the door. A smile plastered on my face as I'm overcome with how great this day is going.
The door opens and a boy in a bright orange parka rushes out. Making sure to close the door and avoid me.
"Um, hi," I give a small wave to the boy.
He turns to look at me and my heart skips a beat. His parka hood is covering most of his head, but I can see his beautiful blue eyes and cute nose. Some tuffs of blond hair are sticking out and make him look even more stunning. He's also wearing pants of the same bright orange color as his parka, and some brown work boots.
The boy waves back and says something, but it comes out as muffles since his parka covers his mouth.
"Um, I'm Rosalynn. Kyle has deemed my name too long though, so I'm just Rosa to you guys."
The boy unzips a small bit of his parka, and talks again. "Hi, I'm Kenny. Well, actually Kenneth, but that's a stupid name."
I giggle, "Well, hello Kenny. It's very nice to meet you."
"Same to you," his cheeks rise as he smiles.
I notice him staring at my shirt, and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking.
I'm wearing a baggy t-shirt with the band Nirvana on it. As well as some jean shorts and blue high-tops. I'm not one to really show off my body.
"You seem taller than the others," I try to get the attention off of my shirt.
"Hm," he looks up into my eyes and I seem to melt. "Yeah, I'm taller than them all by an inch or so."
"So, I guess that makes me shorty," I giggle.
Kenny laughs, "More like cutie."
I feel my cheeks heat up and I can't think of what to say.

So this is my new story that I will be posting every weekend. Well, I'll try to post for it every weekend. Now that I'm back, expect some new topics for stories like these. Hope you liked it! :D

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