"Stan I'm not sure about this..." Kyle whimpered. The raven haired teen looked to his redheaded friend with a smirk. It was Kyle's first time on a ferris wheel so he could understand. His first time was horrid.

"Please dude? For me!?" Stan pleaded, eyes wide with beg. Kyle hated this look for reasons. One he could never say no to, even if it meant faceing one of his greatest fears. Getting paired up with someone else in a writers mind. "Pleasseee? Kenny said Fan was cool!" Kyle raised an eyebrow at this. Did he really think he should go by Kennys word of approval, sure the guy was their friend but damn that guy had a preverted mind, for all they knew it could be a porn site.

Kyle sighed and re-opened his browser. "fine, whatever, but if its porn I will slap both you and Kenny, got it?" His eyes narrowed at the jock and he nodded furiously. "FanFiction. Net?" He confirmed, typing it in the search bar. He read through a few stories and hummed. "Well this doesn't seem too bad, for Kennys suggestion that is," Stan hummed in approval and scractched his chin, grinned then took the laptop from him.

"Wonder what happens if we typed our hometown in it?" He thought aloud. Not waiting for an answer he typed in 'South Park'. "Woah dude! People write fanfiction about us! Some I guess wouldn't be like Craig and Tweek, and Wendy and Cartman...I sooo knew that was going to happen one day, fatass finally came out to her. Remember the look on her face? Priceless..." He sighed blissfully, going over the old memory. Kyle giggled and leaned against the chair with a dramatic 'ahh' "I do not sound like that. Anyways bro, I got to go, Shelly's gone for the day and I want to be able to read her diary again...this Brad guy is going to have a long ass talk with me.." He mumbled under his breath as he slid off his friends bed.

"Yeah, see you later dude, remember, five at the mall okay? For the love of god no Testabitch!" He growled. It was now just an inside joke, since Stan and Wendy were not going out anymore. But Kyle meant it as something stronger. A warning.

"No problem there! She'd just drag us to every shoestore we have here!" He chuckled, ducking out of the room. The red head sighed and looked at the screen. His brows knit in confusion as he came across and Stan and Kyle fic.

"What?..romance and friendship..hmmm oh well. Can't hurt much can it?" He rolled his eyes and pulled his laptop to the bed and leaned against his bedpost. He had about three hours before they needed to meet up. Might as well kill time. He read about three paragraphs before a loud screech came from his room"Oh...ohh..OH MY GOD!" He yelped and sqeezed his eyes shut. He peeped one open and read further. "Oh my god that asshole just left us?!" He shouted at the screen.

That was three hours of fanfiction about style zombies, vampires and lots of love. Lots.

"Hey dude! You look pissed..whats on your-" Kyle yanked his friend by the color and hissed. "Woah! What the fuck got in your mind?!"

"Promise me that if there is a zombie apocolypse that you wont ditch me! Promise me you wont go back out with Testabitch in a dare! Promise me you wont try to kill me if we become vampires! PROMISE ME!" time stilled as a very peeved redhead glared at his friend Stan. Stan chuckled a little but nodded his head.

"Yeah whatever dude, I promise..What did those fan fictions do to you?" Kyle didn't answer. But Stan wanted to know, so when he got home he decided to look at things himself.

Well. Maybe they would be a good couple after all.