A/N: Some sort of Stan and Karen friendship thing for Demonlord...
Well, all my Christmas presents are 500-1,00 words long.
Stan's POV
Le summary: You know, I never expected to be friends with someone younger than I was. Even though I'm only, like ten, and she's eight or nine, guys just aren't seen with the younger girls right? Well, that didn't happen in my grade anyway. If you were friends with someone younger than you were, BOOM there goes your social status! I just didn't expect Karen McCormick to be an okay kid.
"Hey dude can you babysit Karen tonight?" Kenny asked Kyle as we waited by the bus stop. Kyle shook his head no.
"We're supposed to have company over today." Kyle replied. Kenny turned to me.
"Hey dude can you babysit Karen tonight?" Kenny repeated to me. I bit my lip. I wasn't busy tonight, but did I really want to babysit a kid?
"No." I heard myself reply. Kenny pouted.
"Dude! You know I don't want to ask Cartman!" Kenny whispered to me. I was persistent though.
"No." I said again. Kenny shoved my arm.
"You and I both know that you aren't busy tonight, and can you imagine what Cartman would do?!"
After a few whines, I finally agreed to watch Karen. Kenny smiled. "See you later!"
I rang the doorbell, and the kid I was supposed to be watching tonight answered it. "Hi!" She answered in a cheery voice.
I smiled. It was rare to see innocence in this white-trash town. "Hi." She led me inside and told me that I could sit on the couch, but to watch out for stains. The stains covered the whole couch so I opted for the floor. Kenny came downstairs.
"Hey thanks!" kenny said, muffled by his trademark orange parka.
"Yeah, no problem, whatever." I replied and Kenny went out the door. Kenny's brother was getting drunk off his ass tonight, while his parents were probably with Kevin. Maybe they were all getting drunk. What a cute family moment.
Karen returned to the living room, two pop-tarts and a doll in hand. "I got you a snack!"She said, retaining her cheerful attitude. Stan was confused as to why she could be so happy in such a dump like this house, but hey, maybe there was something special about it. Or not. Karen handed me a pop-tart.
"Uh...thanks." I replied, and peeled the wrapper off. Karen turned on the television. There were a couple of cracks in it that affected how the cartoon was playing, but she didn't seem to care. She turned on Terrence and Phillip and leaned forward, giggling at random parts. I half-watched it, thinking of how this kid was actually POLITE, unlike other people *cough* like Cartman *cough*. We stayed for a while, watching cartoons, until she showed me some of the dolls she had, and told me about Mysterion, her guardian angel. I smiled, knowing that it was Kenny, but she didn't seem to know. It was cute how she talked about him.
"And once, he saved me from almost getting a beer bottle thrown at me!" Laren said excitedly. Kenny must be a pretty caring g person to his sister, if he's willing to take this kind of shit for her.
Karen yawned. "I'm kind of tired." She yawned again. She led me upstairs, and I put her in her sad bed, which consisted of a mattress and one thin blanket. I tucked her in the best I could, and as I turned out the lights, I heard her say "Thanks! I like you, you should come here again!"
