IS THIS REAL LIFE?

Chapter Ten

Kenny's P.O.V

I woke up and reached to my right to give Butters a good morning hug, but found he wasn't there. I sat up sleepily and looked towards his desk, but his legos were untouched and he wasn't there either.

Then I heard his voice from...The closet?

"B-But I don't think I can tell him!" He sounded upset, his voice shaking along with his characteristic stutter.

"Well...Okay. Buh-bye now."

I grinned at Butters as he exited, and he froze, mouth agape, staring at me.

"Hey Butters..." I said hesitantly, confused as to why he was in the closet, and why he looked so afraid.

"Guh-G'morning Kenny." Butters seemed to try and compose himself, brushing his palms over his pyjama shirt rythmically.

"Who were you talking to?" I asked, standing up and popping the joints in my back. It felt so good, even if it was terrifically bad for me.

"Just the g-girls." Butters' cheeks flushed red, and I couldn't help but think how adorable he looked.

"What did they want?"

"N-Nothin'" I could tell Butters was becoming increasingly uncomfortable by the way he knocked his knuckles together and bit his lips. I decided to drop the subject.

"What do you want to do today?" I asked instead.

A small smile appeared on Butters' face as he answered.

"Well, I-I never did get that tour of the city."

"Good choice, my man." I laughed. "Let's go!"

I threw on some clothes, but waited patiently while Butters showered and ironed a shirt. It was strange to see him out of his usual blue fleece but, as he put it, "I-It's a lot colder back home."

"Guys." I yelled, ushering Butters out of the door. "We're going out. Don't wait up!"

"See you!" Stan and Kyle chorused from their room. A grunt from the kitchen served as Eric's goodbye.

"So, Butters." I said, casually taking his hand and towing him along up the street. "Anywhere in particular you want to go?"

I turned to him when he stopped. He chewed his lip, eyes to the skies. I could almost see the wheels turning in his mind.

"No." He said finally, making me laugh. "You can choose."

I took his hand again, and we headed down the street.

Butters' P.O.V

Kenny's hand, without his mittens, was warm. His hand wasn't all sweaty like Eric's was (I held Eric's hand all the time when he took me on adventures...Eric's adventures were scary). I was glad Kenny was strolling along in front of me, because that way he couldn't see the slow blush that was creeping across my cheeks. I let him drag me along the sidewalk with no idea where we were headed. I just enjoyed the feeling of his hand wrapped around mine and the way people looked at us as we passed. It wasn't like in South Park, where everybody knew everyone and you couldn't escape from anything. People didn't smile as they walked by, but they did smile when they saw our hands joining us.

Kenny turned suddenly into a quiet store. Directly in front of us was a huge shelf, covered in magazines and comics, but Kenny led me past them, not even glancing at the naked-lady-magazines he usually spent a long time debating over.

He led me to the back of the store, where there was merchandise for all the coolest T.V shows, some of which I watched myself.

"Look." Kenny pointed to the boxes on the middle shelf, specifically a huge one sitting right in the middle. I wasn't as tall as Kenny, and had to stand up on my tiptoes in order to see it properly. Kenny chuckled when he saw this, and lifted me up, his hands hooked securely to my waist.

I was distracted from the embarrassment of this when I saw what the big box contained.

"Lift it down, Butters." Kenny ordered, and I grabbed the box with both hands.

Kenny set me back on my feet, and together we set the box on the floor and sat beside it. Inside were the most extremely detailed figures of everyone from our hometown.

"There's me!" Kenny laughed excitedly, pointing in the middle of the mess to an orange-clad figure, hood up to hide his face. I laughed too, and searched around for myself. I was in the top row, in my blue fleece. Every figure was holding something, and I had a book. Upon closer inspection, it was entitled 'The Tale Of Scrotie McBoogerballs'. It told us on the back that my figure came with tap shoes and attachable vampire teeth.

"What do I come with?" Kenny asked. I read to him from the box:

"Kenny McCormick: Comes with three mice, Fingerbang hat and adult literature."

Kenny laughed heartily. After reading what some of our friends came with, a strange expression came over his face.

"Let's buy it."

"B-But Kenny!" I cried, stuttering due to shock. "It's over £100"

"Are dollars and pounds the same thing?" Kenny asked distractedly, standing and removing his battered wallet from his jeans. I watched, mouth open, as he took out two fifties, and several tens.

"Y-you're serious?" I asked.

"Deadly." He answered me, and I watched as he took the huge box to the counter and pay the guy.

I wandered over to the counter too. There were piles and piles of colourful boxes. I picked them up and tried to discern what was in them, but there was no indication. I was confused until I spied the container. It was a lucky dip type thing. There were different catagories, from videogames and movies.

I found ours soon enough. There were only a few left. I picked up one of the boxes and turned it over, seeing what was available.

The five of us, Terrance and Phillip, , Satan...Professor Chaos. That made me blush.

"Ready to go, Butters?" Kenny asked, holding a huge carrier bag containing the miniature version of our home town. I nodded, putting down the little box and following Kenny out of the store.

Stan's P.O.V

Kenny and Butters staggered in just after we'd finished dinner. They were laden down with bags, and laughing at the top of their lungs. Kyle hushed them calmingly and took some of the bags, setting them down on the kitchen table. A particularly large one caught my eye.

"What's that?" I asked, getting up off the couch and hurrying to join them.

"Yeah, Butters, what did you buy me?" Cartman shuffled in from his room, where he'd been on the phone to Sarah for the last ten minutes.

"Actually..." Kenny grinned. "It's for all of us." And he pulled out a huge box.

"Woah!" Kyle gasped, as Kenny ripped apart the cardboard. He handed Kyle a figurine of himself.

"And you come with..." Kenny glanced at the back of the box. ", an attachable jew-fro and your little bro." And he handed Kyle three more little blobs of plastic.

"Sick..." I breathed, as Butters shyly gave me a little Stan doll, along with a utility belt, goth outfit and a small 'I heart Wendy' badge.

"Killer." Cartman echoed. I laughed as Kenny handed him several plastic food items, along with a cat and Clyde frog.

"Who else is there?" I asked, pulling the box towards me.

"Pretty much everyone." Kenny smiled. Even your parents. My little sister."

"P-Plus, you can get our houses and everything!" Butters chimed in, making his figurine waddle across the table.

"Cool..." We all sighed. Being famous was really-

"KILLER!" Cartman yelled as he realized he could take his mom's head off.

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Well, who can see the love in the air? Who can smell it?
I hope you're enjoying this. You'll have to bear with me, this story is a little slow. But it's picking up, I think. Next chapter we'll move back into Cartman's plot involving Stan and Kyle. It would help me understand where I'm going with that if you told me whether you wanted them to be together or not.

Also, I was thinking of doing a chapter on how the girls are dealing with being the boys, what do you think? Comment yay or ney my friends, the reader is always right!