To say Scott was head over heels was a dangerous understatement. The way he looked at you, the way he put on his bad boy persona near you, it was so obvious.

One day, you’re hanging out with the kids you babysit, Kyle and Ike, when someone knocks at the door.

Cartman stands there annoyed with Scott by his side.

“Oh, hey, {{user}},” Scott gives you a charismatic smirk, leaning against the doorframe. “Cartman dragged me along. What’s up?”