Disclaimer: I do not own South Park, m'kay? I may own the Kenny poster stared at for inspiration and the South Park "men's lounge pants" (bullcrap!) worn while I wrote this.
Title: (God. I can't spell that word!) Cellphones Are So Unreliable!
Inspired by: A conversation me and my friend had after one of her texts got cut off. I obviously edited some of our texts to fit and because my friend act too much like Butters for her own good. Me? I'm more of a mix of Kyle and Kenny... I'm hot-headed like Kyle but perverted like Kenny. DAMN! I'm rambling again!
Notes: I can't stop listening to "What Would Brian Boitano Do?" in Japanese, and "It's Easy, m'kay" D=
...I'm hopeless!
Today was just another normal day in South Park, Colorado. And like any other ordinary day Stan's phone began to ring.
Pausing slightly on the sidewalk to grab the small device, he flipped the phone open and sighed happily. Kyle.
"Ugh, dude. This fucking sucks. My texts keep getting cut off!" Ah, typical Kyle, always ready to rant about something.
Stan smiled. "Hey to you too!" he began with mock enthusiasm. "And I know. One of us needs to switch networks or some shit like that so that stuff like the dumbass texting thing will stop happening."
"…Hey…" Kyle started lamely before snorting, "I'm not changing."
"I'd happily change for you, but I just signed a new two year contract or something like that…plus I got a sweet new phone for my hassle! Maybe when the contract ends though, dude."
"God, Stan," Kyle tried to choke back his amusement. "You're like my wife."
Stan cracked up. "Was that an insult or a compliment?"
Kyle couldn't hold it in anymore. The laughter spilled out for a while before he attempted to stutter out, "God, I love you dude."
"I know. I'm just too awesome. I love you too, Kye…buuuuuuut, may I ask why?"
"You fucking rock. Why else?"
Stan smiled and looked up finally noticing his destination. Hah, right outside Kyle's window. "Dude. Why am I standing outside your house?"
From the other line Stan heard a small puff of air and the window unlatch. A small red-head popped his way out. Kyle blew a stray curl away from his face. "Lame…" he muttered.
"Yeah, I know. Now, let me in you dork!"
"Ohoho," Kyle mocked, pulling his head in and starting down the stairs. "Yeah, Yeah, Stan, don't get your panties in a bunch." With that, he hung up.
"I'm not a girl, dammit…" Stan complained to no one in particular.
Yeah, today was just another normal day in South Park, Colorado… or at least as normal as they come.
FIRST SOUTH PARK STORY. DID I DO WELL? I THINK I FAILED A BIT AT THEIR PERSONALITIES... D=