woa, not updated in about 4 decades *wipes dust away from fanfiction*
i AM continuing this, but i'm writing like nine different southpark fics too. lol rip me.
-for RoseBadwolf1000, nope i'm not abandoning requests! though it's like 1 in the morning and when i finished writing this, i was like hell yea! and now i'm like ? how badly is this written?
will redo it later, but right now, i just needed to update hehe
if anyone is still sticking with this, i salute you twice
Incoming Skype call from Karen McCormick to Kenny McCormick.
"Sup, Kraken," Kenny greeted as he made his way out of Stan's living room to speak to his younger sister in privacy. He didn't exactly want her hearing any of Cartman's racial hate slurs, despite already hearing the equivalent from their parents on a daily basis.
"Hey, Kenny." She smiled lazily.
"And what may I do for you on this fine evening?" He grinned back and took a seat outside on one of the steps that lead to the Broflovski's front door. The air was bitter and cold, but the blond didn't mind. He was about to have a smoke anyway.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Wait, where are you?" He asked, popping one of his last cigarettes into his mouth.
"In my room. Ruby let me borrow her laptop for a few days."
"That was nice of her." He mumbled as he fished through one of his pockets to retrieve a small box of matches. Karen watched her brother through the darkness, only being able to see Kenny's face by the porch light shining above him.
"Yeah. She's not as bad as people say."
The blond hummed in response and lit up his cigarette. Karen was never keen on Kenny being a smoker. He took after their eldest brother, Kevin, who also picked up the bad habit from their parents. But there was nothing she could do but voice her opinion to them. Even if they never listened. She was only eleven after all.
"Couldn't sleep, huh?" Karen was snapped out of her thoughts and her gaze moved from the cigarette in Kenny's mouth, to his bright blue eyes.
"Yeah." She replied. "It feels weird without you and Kev here. It's too quiet, even with the neighbours arguing."
"Where is that asshole anyway?" The blond questioned, taking a drag into his cigarette. Karen was right though. Without Kevin and Kenny there to piss their parents off, Stuart and Carol were much quieter to be around. Their arguing was more of bickering and it rarely became physical during the recent years. But for some reason, the boys always ended up being on the wrong side of Stuart and that's how their family was a complete tearaway. Karen, being the angel of the family always seemed to be able to calm the family rage a bit. In a way, it made her feel like the black sheep, being the only one who rarely caused a fuss between her relatives.
"I think he's at his girlfriend's the night."
"Which one?"
"She came by about an hour ago. She was blond."
"Short hair or long hair?"
"Long, I think."
Kenny scoffed and shook his head. "Ah, that one. She's like two years older than him, works at that Seven Eleven place in town."
Karen blinked at the information Kenny was giving her. It had no relevance to her at all and honestly, she had no idea how the blond knew this girl that Kevin was apparently dating. Not wanting to get into that conversation, she changed the subject. "When are you coming home?"
Kenny poked the cracked screen on his phone to reveal the time. It was nearing midnight and he really couldn't be bothered to walk all the way home in the cold. "I'm at Stan's. I'm staying round here tonight, but I'll be back first thing tomorrow morning to take you to school." He smiled, already feeling bad for leaving his little sister alone without he or Kevin there to protect her if something were to go wrong. "Well, I'll be in Stan's car. We'll give you a ride to school."
"Okay." Karen nodded, "In the meantime, could you help me sleep?"
The blond thought for a moment. He could tell her a story, just like most people. The only problem was, was that Karen loved his stories so much, that she became too involved in them. This would only cause her to become even more awake than before, especially when it came to the stories of Princess Kenny.
A light bulb sparked inside Kenny's mind as he thought of the perfect solution. "Use my YouTube account, there's a playlist on there which has all the songs we used to listen to when we were younger. You've still got those headphones I gave you, right?"
Already opening a new tab, Karen hummed in response as she typed the website into the search engine. "What's your user?"
"I'll type it to you in a sec. Uh, yeah.. I've sorta got some weird stuff on there, so just look for the playlist that says, 'the season to sing'."
"Season to sing?"
"You'll understand when you hear some of the songs. Like, they're impossible not to sing along to."
Karen chuckled and returned back to the Skype window. "If you say so,"
"Anyways. Be safe and I'll see you 'morrow, kay?"
"Uh-huh! See you tomorrow, Ken."
Kenny winked and saluted using his two fingers. "Love ya," He grinned, before clicking the hang up button.
End of call.
Karen sat and waited patiently for her brother to type his details into the chat box. She could see the three dotted lines, indicating that he was in the middle of typing and as soon as he clicked enter, Karen couldn't help but laugh at his choice of username and password.
name: sexyKendollMcwhorermilk69
pass: nakedironman1
..don't ask lmfao. sleep well x
