(( Disclaimer: I do not own anything off of South Park (characters, setting, etc. etc.)
Everything South Parkian belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
Authors note number 1: My first fanfiction... Please be gentle with me... *Puppy dog eyes*))
It was a nice spring day in South Park, Colorado. The sun was out and high in the sky- really the perfect day to be outside. That's not where the four seventeen year olds were, however. You could find them in a musty old attic, staring at a bunch of old boxes.
Stan Marsh looked down sadly. "Ah man, Stan... I'm so sorry about your grandfather dyeing (dying) and all..." He heard Cartman behind him.
"Fuck you, Cartman. You just want to look through his antiques for something you can sell." Stan snapped out against the rather chubby teen. Cartman made a face.
"It's not like he'll need it where he's going." Cartman said, crossing his arms. Stan opened his mouth, as if to say something. He shut it silently as Kyle spoke up.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Cartman's right for once, Stan. In a way at least. You really need to let these things go, before you become a hoarder again." Kyle pointed out. Stan sighed.
"I... I'm just going to miss him, Kyle... All these years I thought he was a pain in my ass and immortal... Now he's gone and I'm regretting not spending more time with him..." The black haired boy looked down at his shoes glumly.
"Tch. Immortal." Kenny muttered under his breath. Stan looked up at him questioningly.
"What was that, Kenny?" He asked. Kenny rubbed the back of his head.
"Nothing. Just thinking." 'Like they would understand...' The athletically built blond thought. Kenny had a strange power- something that all his friends lacked. He couldn't die. Well, technically he could. He did so all the time. But every time he did, he would be resurrected the very next day. He was the only one in South Park with a curse like this... What made it worse was that when the day of his resurrection came, no one could remember him dying at all.
It was a lonely world, but he had convinced himself that he was used to it. Many a times he wished someone could relate to him... Wished that someone else had a power that changed their lives too. Kenny snapped out of his train of thought as he heard his friend's voice.
"Earth to Kenny... Hello?" Cartman called out.
"Hm?" Kenny shook his head rapidly, as if to shake those gloomy thoughts out of his head.
"Are you ok, Kenny?" Kyle asked, looking up from the box he was digging through. "We started going through what to keep and what to throw out, and you just stood there like you were high or something." Before Kenny could reply, Cartman chimed in.
"We're not gonna do all the work, Kenny. Pull your weight, for fucks sake."
"Oh, like you've been doing anything but sitting on your lazy ass. You've been on the same box for forever now." Kyle said.
"That's because I know what to do with it already. All this junk needs to be sold- no point in keeping it." Cartman retorted.
"We're not selling everything! I need something to remember grandpa by!" Stan exclaimed. Cartman gave an exasperated sigh.
"God, your such a pussy, Stan. Here." The bigger teen reached into the box he was at, picking an object without even looking. He brought out glass egg with many colorful designs on it and tossed it towards Stan. "There. You have something to remember him by. Let's sell the rest of this shit." Stan caught the egg, glaring at Cartman.
"Dude, stop being such an asshole. This is pretty much Stan's stuff now, so only he can choose what to do with it." Kyle informed. Stan looked gratefully at Kyle. The curly haired teen had been his best friend for as long as he could remember. He was always there for Stan, and was the first of his friends to know about his grandfather's tragic death. Among all of Stan's friends, Kyle had always been the most supportive.
"Whatever, Sir Nags-A-Lot. Let's hurry this up. It's stuffy up here." Cartman complained.
The four boys went through the boxes, Stan judging what items stayed, and what items could be sold. About half way through, Kenny let out a cry of joy. The other three looked up at him quizzically. "Woo-hoo! I've hit the Jack pot!" Kenny exclaimed. He looked at Stan with urgency. "Stan... Would you mind if I kept what's in this box?" He asked.
"What is it?" Stan questioned. Kenny grinned ear to ear and pulled out a magazine from the box in question. Stan's face immediately turned red at the sight of the magazine. "Dude! Put that away! I didn't want to know my grandpa read stuff like that!"
"Stan's grandpa looked at porn? Oh my god, that's too funny!" Cartman laughed.
"So? Can I have them? I don't think I have any of these ones!" Kenny asked, excitedly.
"They're probably from when porn first came out, knowing how old you're grandpa was." Kyle said, trying not to chuckle.
"Whatever! Kenny, you can have them. Just put it away, already!" Stan yelled, looking away.
"Yes!" Kenny cheered. He placed the magazine back in the box gingerly.
The four continued looking through boxes. Soon they had everything in two piles- one for Stan to keep and one to sell at the pawn shop. Kyle smiled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Wow! The 'sell' pile is much bigger than I thought it would be! Good job, Stan." Kyle commented. Stan smiled slightly.
"Now let's get to the shop before he changes his mind!" Kenny joked.
It was quite a chore getting everything down from the attic and to the pawn shop before it closed. It was well worth it, though. Most of the antiques and war relics sold for a great price. They came out of the store happy with their earnings. "Well, we definitely have enough to buy that game system we were looking at, and probably extra we can split up." Kyle informed after counting the money. "I don't think the store will be open by the time we get there, though. It's getting late. Plus, I should probably head home anyway." Stan nodded.
"Yeah. Me too."
"Ok. I'll hold on to the money until tomorrow then." Cartman automatically volunteered himself.
"What? Why should we trust you with the money?" Kyle questioned.
"Cause we know we can't trust you, Kyle. You'd probably hide it away in your Jew cave!" Cartman accused.
"Jew what- ugh. Look. You're not holding the money. You'll probably do something stupid with it." Kyle argued. "Stan should hold it. It was his grandpa's stuff we sold, after all."
"No way. Stan will just go back and buy his grandpa's junk back." Cartman scowled. "And Kenny will just spend it on food to feed his family." He added.
"No I wouldn't, asshole!" Kenny yelled.
"Of course you would. Poor people are so predictable. Good, then I'll keep the money. We will meet right back here first thing in the morning and then we can buy that game system!" Cartman started running towards his house before anyone could argue further with him. Stan sighed, watching him go.
"I really hope we won't regret letting him take the money." He said.
"We will." Kyle shook his head.
"Well. At least we know that he can't buy anything tonight. All the stores are already closing. Thank God for Sundays." Kenny said. Kyle nodded.
"Yeah. Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow." Kyle started on his own way home. Stan and Kenny followed suit.