Disclaimer: I don't own south park. Sad day.

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"Oh my god. The creeper came in like twenty minutes ago and followed this family around buying everything they were buying. They called them Jim but he said he couldn't do anything because the creeper was a shopping customer."

"That guy is so gross." Kyle pretended to shudder.

Jenna laughed at him and started to ring out her next customer. "Oh hey, Kevin what are you doing tonight. I bought Iron Man yesterday. Want to come over and watch it?"

'Kevin' Kyle thought to himself. That was his new name. Kevin Stevenson. What kind of name was that? Kevin Stevenson who worked at a grocery store as a cashier. Jenna was the only thing that kept him sane in this stupid town. Not like South Park stupid, more like boring and dull stupid. She was quite funny.

"Kevin, did you hear me?"

"Can I have my change please?"

"Oh sorry." Jenna handed the lady at her register the change. "Have a good day. Kevin?"

"I heard you. Yeah, I'm not busy. I'll be over after six."

"Sweet." She smiled and started ringing out the next customer.

Kyle laughed on the inside. He could remember when he started working here. Jenna sat next to him during orientation and she had made jokes the whole time. They worked the same shift for the two years since he had become Kevin. Coming up with stories of where he had come from had been easier than he thought. He just had to change the names of most things, otherwise she knew about his family, his crazy friends, and Stan. 'Wow, you have such an awesome life. Why did you move here?' 'I just needed to get out of there.' Was all he could reply with.

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Kyle opened the door and looked to the clock 4:58. "Sorry!" He squeaked out accidently knocking into Jamie. Work had gotten out late he needed to get home by 5 so he could talk to Stan. Flipping on his computer he egged it to turn on faster. The screen finally showed signs of life and he quickly signed onto aol.

Superman99: hey there

246tequila: hey, out of work late

Superman99: it's okay. How was your day?

246tequila: fine. Going to watch a movie at a friends. Iron Man.

Superman99: sounds like fun…ill be home around 12 if you will be.

24t6tequila: I should be. I'll talk to you then.

246tequila: I miss you. I miss you a lot.

Superman99: I'll still be here when this is done. I'll be here with you when this is all over with. I miss you too.

246tequila: Goodnight.

Kyle put up an away message and sat back in the chair. 'I'll be here with you when this is all over with.' He couldn't help but feel like Stan was saying more than he did. Two weeks and he could testify, two weeks and he could be set free from this fake life, two weeks and he could go back to Stan. That scared him the most. He wanted nothing more than to be with Stan, but what if when this was all over that wasn't what Stan wanted? He switched out his away message to 'wishing I knew if you wanted me too' He watched the screen intently, waiting nervously to see if Stan would read it, or reply. A knock came to the door and he got up stepping over sleeping Jamie to answer it. Missing the change in Stan's away message to 'I want you too.'

Kyle looked through the peep hole finding his Witness Marshall Dave standing in the hallway. "Hi Dave, What's up?" Kyle moved aside letting him in. Dave was the only person where Kyle was along with the A.D.A. over the case.

Dave followed Kyle to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No I'm alright. How have you been?"

"Alright I guess. I'm just happy that this will be over soon. Well, as over as it's ever going to be. I just want one night that I can sleep and actually rest."

"Are you ready for the trial?"

"As ready as I can be." Kyle turned to face Dave. "I'm excited." Kyle took a sip of his drink and looked over Dave. He looked off, a little stressed to say the least. "How about you? You look a wreck, pre trial stress?"

"You could say something like that." Dave pulled his gun from its back holster and pointed it at Kyle.

"That's not funny."

"No I guess it's not. But that's not my fault. Seems the U.S. government can't pay me as much as I'd like for watching people like you, Joseph Vitoni however." He left the sentence to hang in the air.

"You're joking right?" Kyle stepped back, bumping into the counter.

"Not in the least bit. And I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm not. You are a ticket to early retirement, and oh so easy. Too bad though, you were kind of funny." He cocked the gun back. "So long Kid."

Kyle closed his eyes waiting for the gun fire, only to hear growling as Jamie jumped on Dave protecting his owner. Kyle opened his eyes. The gun fell from Dave's hands and Kyle jumped for it. Dave grabbed his ankle bringing him to the floor, grabbing it himself and shooting the dog. Kyle grabbed his fallen glass and smashed it against Dave's temple.

"Fuck!" Dave yelled dropping his gun again. Kyle darted for the door grabbing his keys and flying down the hallway. He didn't know how close Dave was behind him. He didn't care; he got in his car and drove away.

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