IS THIS REAL LIFE?
Chapter Four
Kenny's P.O.V
It was huge. There were people everywhere. I was dizzy, I was tired, and I was sick.
My parka, which I usually kept unzipped now, even if I did keep the hood up, suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world. The thing was an old friend to me. Sure, it barely fitted anymore, but though I was lanky I was skinny and managed it without too much hassle.
People were staring. I zipped all the way up, further than I ever had before. I could barely see. I relied on Butters, holding my arm with fear or anxiety, to guide me through the people hoarding around outside the airport.
"Hey! Hey!" Came a yell from the side. I turned, shaking my head a little to get my hood to co-operate. There were, again, five girls waving at us from across the street. But these were not our female doubles.
The girl who had shouted was supposedly Tweek. She was lanky too, probably only a little shorter than me. She wore her shirt half tucked-in, and her hair looked styled, nowhere near as messy as Tweek's. But she did a good job.
Her friends were Craig, Wendy, Clyde and Bebe.
We crossed the street to them. 'Tweek' stood with her hands on her hips. She was obviously the leader of the group, the others looking to her to tell us what to do. I wanted to be the leader of our group, so I stepped foreward, Butters on my arm.
"Hey." 'Tweek' nodded to me approvingly.
"Hey." I said. 'Craig' giggled.
"Well, I'll start with introductions, shall I? Megan." She said, pointing to herself. "Olivia, Abbie, Rachel, Lucy." Pointing to Craig, Wendy, Clyde, Bebe.
"You probably know us." I replied. I earned a titter from Olivia again. Megan raised a brow and smirked.
"We're supposed to take you to your new home. If we're obviously girls, people will think you're cos-playing with us, so no bother. After that, you're going to have to make an effort not to look so..." She eyed my parka, Kyle's hat. "You."
"Got it." I answered for the group as a whole.
Without another word, Megan and the others began to lead us away. Olivia fell back, tugging the strings of her Craig hat.
"Hey..." She whispered to Kyle. "Big fan...You're fit."
"Well, I do track..." Kyle answered, blushing.
Olivia blushed. Megan guffawed and turned to Kyle. "She means you're hot." She explained. Olivia's blush deepened.
"Oh...Thanks. But, uh, me and your pal Lizzie already have a thing..."
"Lizzie isn't here, is she?" Olivia said, winking. It was Kyle's turn to blush.
"I...I guess not."
I rolled my eyes. We had a lot to learn about these girls. They were different. Even the fake Wendy...Abbie?...Was eyeing up Stan, and she had to know the very foreward Nadine had already staked her claim.
We didn't have to walk far. It was an apartment over some shitty little store, but I didn't mind. It was nice. Megan dangled the key in front of my face before dropping it into my hands.
"I trust you to control these guys. Don't let them get run over or injured 'cause Kenni will kick my arse." She winked. "I'll come back and give you a tour of where to find stuff tomorrow, but I'm due home."
I nodded. The way she talked was cute. The way they all talked was cute.
"Sooo..." She turned to Kyle, took his face in her hands and kissed him roughly. Them she smacked her lips sarcasticly. "I needed to do that. Stan, my boy, you are missing out."
The girls giggled and walked down the narrow staircase.
Stan's P.O.V
The apartment was big enough to fit us all. There was a living room, tiny kitchen, bathroom and three more rooms. Two of them had double beds, and the last a single. It was obvious who the girs wanted to share rooms.
"Kenny, Butters!" I called from the orange and blue room. The colours clashed, but they were also kinda complimentary. The sheets were baby blue with orange blobs, which on closer inspection were butterflies. I doubted Kenny would mind.
The next room was blue and green. Very pretty. The other room had been quite uneven, a bookcase on one side, a TV on the other. This room was perfectly symetrical, with a bookcase either side, two desks side by side opposite the bed. I laughed on closer inspection of the desk. There were only green gel pens in Kyle's pen holder, only blue in mine.
It was obvious Cartman would be sleeping alone. Too bad. I opened his room door. Blue walls, yellow carpet, red bed. Primary colours everywhere. Someone had lovingly stuffed his bed full of teddybears, and filled a little basket, sitting on his pillow, with chocolate. I moved over to read the little label: 'Love Sarah xxx'
I wanted one!
When I got back to my room, Kyle was in there too. I blushed a little, remembering Megan's earlier comment, but pushed it away quickly.
"Hey, Kyle, you found your present yet?" I asked him.
"Present?"
"Cartman got chocolates from Sarah. I'll bet Lizzie and Nadine got us a lil' something!"
Kyle got up to help me search. In one of my desk drawers was a little Kyle doll. In Kyle's dresser was a little me.
"They're cute." Kyle commented, ripping off the label.
I nodded and threw Little Kyle on the bed. Little Stan followed him.
"Let's go see what Kenny got." Kyle suggested.
"Probably a naked photo."
"Stealing it."
Butters was sitting at his own little desk, which I hadn't noticed behind the door. He was playing with a big box of lego.
"I-I found it under the bed." Butters explained when I asked. "It's from K-Kenni. She left her number and said I should call her i-if there's any trouble. Or if I just wana talk..." Butters trailed off.
Kenny was sitting on the bed, holding-what a guess-a little photo allbum and looking angry.
"Who's yours from? Mary?" Kyle asked him, confused.
"Nah, mine's from Kenni too." He said, flapping the album. "Some good stuff. I don't know why she didn't give me her number though."
"W-Well, Kenny, I-I'm sure she meant you too!" Butters said defensively.
Kenny stretched and walked over, putting a comforting arm around Butters.
"I don't blame you for this, hon." He laughed.
"I-I don't think you should blame Kenni ei-either..." Butters expressed uncertainly.
Kenny walked out.
"AWESOME! CANDY!" Came Cartman's voice from down the hall.
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Another four friends of mine, there. I think I may have caused a fight having Megan kiss Kyle, but Olivia didn't seem the type. Anyways, are you excited? Stan and Kyle, Butters and Kenny, sharing rooms! Sharing beds, even? Be excited! I'm excited!