Perfectly Imperfect 5

Disclaimer- Still don't own South Park but if Matt and Trey are looking to unload it for...well however much a broke college student can afford i'd buy it!

An- I am just on a roll and hoping to get more chaps up this weekend too so for those of you waiting for moop soon I promise!

Stan immediately went to the roof of the school when the bus stopped, he pulled out the lock of red hair. It was about three inches long and had a diagonal cut at one end, probably where it was removed from its owner. Stan noticed the hair seemed to curl softly though it was hard to tell with such a small part. It was soft and warm in his hand, it almost felt alive.

Stan!

Stan jumped and whipped around seeing Kenny standing at the door to the roof arching an eyebrow at him. Stan shoved the lock of hair into his pocket but not fast enough for Kenny not to see.

"What cha got there Stanny boy?" Kenny asked sauntering over smirking.

"Nothing!" Stan said far to quickly turning away to look out at the town below. Kenny walked up next to him leaning on the fence that wrapped around the school and looked at him sidelong.

"Really? Cause it looked like a lock of hair to me." Kenny reached into his hoodie sleeve and retrieved the porn mag he kept wrapped around his arm there. Stan just looked away confirming Kenny's guess. "Sooo, who is the lucky girl who caught Stanley boy wonders eye?" Kenny said flipping through the pages.

"A boy" Stan said quietly staring up at the clouds now really not wanting to have this conversation, and yet he wanted to tell someone.

"Wha- a boy?" Kenny looked at him wide eyed actually lowering his mag as he lost composure but quickly cleared his throat and returned to his usual, nothing can throw me off stance. "Err...so who's hair is it?" Kenny asked slightly uncomfortable suddenly.

"I...don't know." Stan said slowly trying to think of who's it could be.

"You don't know? Then umm why do you think it's a boys?" Kenny asked raising an eyebrow. Stan looked over at him and blinked. How did he know?

"I don't know but it just feels like its a guy's hair." Stan said pulling out the red lock of hair to show Kenny.

"Ah let me see." Kenny leaned over and looked at it closely. After a moment he leaned back replaced his mag in his sleeve. "Well it's certainly not hair from any girl I've slept with, I'd remember a carrot top." Stan leaned back against the fence next to Kenny, it was now or never he figured. If he couldn't tell his best friend who could he tell. That thought struck him suddenly, had he always referred to Kenny as his best friend? Something about that didn't feel right.

"Dude some weird stuff has been happening lately." Stan said to Kenny crossing his arms.

"Ah I guess its time for the talk" Kenny said turning to lean his right shoulder against the fence facing Stan.

"Kenny I'm being serious!" Stan said turning to lean against his left shoulder.

"Alright alright, whats so weird that it requires my attention?" Kenny said laughing at his friends frustration.

"Well...I've been hearing this boy's voice lately..." Stan began Kenny just looked at him with an expression like seriously?

"This same boy who's hair you have in your pocket I'm guessing?" Kenny said connecting the dots. Stan nodded his confirmation.

"About a week ago I started to get this feeling like everything was wrong...no not everything just something really important. And that's when I started hearing the voice, and when we got on the bus this morning I felts something brush my face right before is stepped on I reached up and found the lock of hair in my hand." he took a breath to let that sink in. " And also I keep seeing flashes of red and green out of the corner of my eye everywhere, I think I'm catching glimpses of the person this hair belongs to." Stan finished letting Kenny mull over the information for a few minutes. "So...?"

"Sounds like you might have stalker Stan, have you gotten a clear look at him?" Stan shook his head slowly.

"No, and no one else seems to hear the voice either." Stan answered. Kenny raised an eyebrow again, really getting tired of doing it by this point.

"No one else can hear it? How do you know?" Kenny asked wondering if Stan was just making something up to keep his mind off Wendy being with Cartman.

"Cause you've been with me before when I heard it and it's loud there's no way you just didn't hear it." Stan said in a matter of fact tone.

"Stan...Is this just your way of dealing with the Wendy/Cartman thing?" Kenny asked concerned his friend might be in denial.

"No! I don't even care about that! I'm serious something weird is going on around me." Stan said angry that his best friend didn't believe him. There it was again, Kenny didn't feel like he should be Stan's best friend even though he was Stan's closest friend.

"Alright alright Stan, prove it then." Kenny said looking at him bored like he knew he'd just stumped Stan. But the dark haired boy knew just what to do.

"Kenny..." Stan waited to make sure he had the other boys attention. "are we best friends?" Stan asked a thoughtful expression on his face. Kenny looked at him for a minute scrunching his face in thought.

"I don't think so..." Kenny said putting his hand to stroke his chin. "Something about that just doesn't feel right does it?"

"Exactly! But why?" Stan asked spreading his arms for effect. "I don't hang out with anyone else so how come you and I aren't best friends?" Stan pressed him for an answer.

"I don't know it just feels like I shouldn't take that spot...i can't explain it..." Kenny seemed confused as he spoke like he wasn't sure what he was saying.

"And when we fight with Cartman doesn't it feel like there's something missing. Really think back to all the conversations something is wrong!" Stan finished finally taking a breath. Kenny looked at him thoughtfully going through all the conversations he'd ever had with Cartman.

"You're right something does feel off, I can't explain it though...think we're the only ones who notice?" Kenny asked no interested in what was making him feel suddenly unease. Stan thought about it for a moment before realizing there was someone else who had behaved strangely.

"Cartman" Stan began "Cartman made a comment the other day, something about a faggy boyfriend, but when I asked him about it he looked at me like I had three heads I think he noticed it too." Stan said suddenly walking towards the steps down off the roof. Kenny followed already having a pretty good guess where they were going he didn't ask any questions.

~To be continued

Soooo two updates two days, can he keep it up! the answer is no probably not but I wanna get another chap to really get this story rolling again :) review review review all the ones I got since last night really inspired me to get another one up.