Is This Real Life? Chapter 6, a south park fanfic

IS THIS REAL LIFE?

Chapter Six

Butters' P.O.V

"Butters? Me and Kyle are gona go shopping. Cartman ate all the chicken."

"O-Okay. I'll hold the fort!" I told them resolutely, saluting. They laughed at me and left. Cartman had already gone out to film some stuff for Sarah, so it was just me and Kenny.

Kenny had spent an aweful long time in the bathroom last night, and I'd fallen asleep before I got the chance to tell him what I found out yesterday. Now was my chance.

"'Sup, Butters?" He asked me, stretching. His hair was all scruffy from staying in bed too long.

"N-nuthin', Kenny, I was just wonderin' if we could talk for a little?" I told him, but it still came out as a question. Talking to Kenny made me feel a little nervous.

"Sure. What about?" I was sitting at the computer, so Kenny sat on the couch closest to me and leaned over the arm. I waved my notebook at him.

"I've been lookin' at stuff on the internet. Stuff about us."

"Oh yeah?" He looked interested. "What did you find?"

"Well, about you there's lots and lots of stuff. You've got a whole fanbase! O-oh, and I found Kenni's website. Full of pictures of you o'course." I blushed a little while Kenny laughed.

"Tell me some of the stuff!" He urged me. I flipped open my notebook. There were at leased ten pages on Kenny already, but I decided he didn't have to know that. I read out a little paragraph on the first.

"K-Kenny McCormick: The resident bad-boy of South Park." He smiled at that. "Kenny spends most of his time reading...well,uhh...Ahem! In his room. He lives with his parents and his older brother, who fight a lot. He's closest to his little sister, Karen." I stopped.

"Jeez. They probably know way more detailed stuff than that." Kenny commented. "Anything good?"

"W-Well actually, I found a website yesterday. I didn't get to reading anything on it, but it's a website where people-f-fans of the show, I guess-can write their own stories about us."

"Cool. Show me, show me!" Kenny jumped up off the sofa and lifted me off the chair like it was nothing. I squealed a little, but he just sat on the chair and put me back down in his lap.

"Get on the 'site, Butters." He told me. He was giggling a little, I guess at my squealing like a girl, but I didn't mind.

I clicked onto the page. I'd bookmarked it the day before.

"You want to pick one?" I asked him. He reached out and clicked a story. Then he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"Read it to me, would you?"

I liked that. I liked it so much that I just started reading. Like a bedtime story, only it was early afternoon.

The story was about Stan and Kyle, mostly. Kenny was in it a little too, and I was in a couple of chapters. Kyle was narrating, and apparently Stan was acting funny. Around chapter three, Kenny sat up and stared at the screen like something was wrong. But he didn't tell me to stop reading so I just carried on.

I got to the rude words in chapter five and stopped myself.

Kenny's P.O.V

Butters stopped reading and I knew he'd finally caught on to where the story was going. In the middle of a sex scene, no less.

"That's...that's weird." I managed. Butters nodded.

I scooted him over in my lap, and asked if he could look up this kind of thing. He got up some search engine and clicked around a little before leaning back to let me read.

"I-It's real popular." He told me.

"Seems like it..." I murmured as I read. A lot of the stories were Stan and Kyle stories, but there were a few others mixed in, like Eric and Kyle, and...me and Kyle...Me and Eric? Jeez...

Eventually, I started laughing. I mean, c'mon, this was ridiculous. Gay love stories are the most popular thing on this website to do with our show!

"W-What you lauging at, Kenny?" Butters asked nervously.

"Oh, I know!" I said, beginning to have fun with this idea. "Let's see who the most popular pairing is..." I began to click, and to type. Butters started laughing with me.

"It's probably Stan and Kyle. Th-there were a lot of those." He pointed out. But I was more logical.

"Ah, that means lots of people are writing them! Doesn't mean people are reading them! Maybe they're just easy to write."

Butters nodded. I clicked my final click, and the results flashed up onscreen.

I blushed.

Beside me, Butters blushed.