Title: Spaceball Ricochet
Inspiration: Spaceball Ricochet by T. Rex.
Words: 313


Nobody notices Kenny McCormick.

Oh, sure, in the most general sense of the word possible, he's noticed. He's noticed enough for Clyde to beg him for the answers to whatever homework assignment the brunet had forgotten to do. He's noticed enough for Cartman to throw the latest insult he's thought of in the blond's direction. But on a deeper level, not just the superficial one, he may as well be invisible.

And it's tragic, really, because Kenny, out of everyone in the fucked up little mountain town of South Park, possibly out of everyone in the world, knows how to fix all the situations that are currently plaguing his friends and neighbours. Not being noticed means he can listen in on whatever conversations he wants to, so he hears everything everyone says, from Stan's Wendy woes to Butters' parental problems, to little Flora the kindergarten girl's missing doll. And he's smart enough to know how to solve everything, but nobody really pays enough attention to him to ever think of asking him for advice. He's just some kid, he's there, he dies, he comes back, and life goes on.

Not that he has a problem with any of that, in all honesty. It only bothers him when he's having a really bad day, but since middle school, those days are fewer and farther between. On a good day, Kenny is perfectly content with just watching and listening. In his honest opinion, he'd rather it be this way, because he believes that, when you're on the outside of life and not the inside, it's so much easier to just let go and be happy. That's why he smiles and lets Clyde copy his homework every morning, that's why he laughs and shrugs off everything Cartman has to say to him.

He may be insignificant, but he's happier than any of them will ever be.