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Ding!
"Hey! What gives you jew? I was just about to get in 1st place!" Eric yelled, watching as Kyle paused a game of Mario Kart.
"Just give me a minute. I gotta piss." Kyle rolled his eyes, getting up from his place on the floor. Kenny nodded, stretching his limbs.
"Alright man, don't take too long." Kyle grabbed his phone, walking to the bathroom. He could hear his little brother, Ike, talking downstairs with his parents.
He didn't pay attention although, entering the bathroom. He didn't really need to piss, but Butters had text him. If he paused the game over a text from Butters, Eric would be livid.
@buttershk ; hey kyle! sorry for disturbing you @_@ 7:18PM
@kylebrof ; its okay dw, wsp? 7:23PM
@buttershk ; not much! question, did the guy I @ in kenny's recent post follow you? totally random ^_^ 7:23PM
@kylebrof ; uhh give me a sec 7:24PM
@kylebrof ; yeah lol why 7:26PM
@buttershk ; just wanted to know! 7:26PM
@kylebrof ; ok, gtg now sorry dude Read at 2:27PM
Kyle bit his tongue. Why would Butters care about whether or not some guy followed him? He sighed, shaking his head.
Whatever. It's probably just some weird Butters thing.
He hovered over the profile picture of an account, called stanleymarsh. He clicked it. He didn't know what he expected, but he felt a twinge of jealousy.
It was like any normal guys account. Random images of himself, friends, and places. One was just of a dog, captioned;
My gay ass dog continues to live on to age 8 years old. OH HSIT HE:S BITNG MDe GOD SAVEB ME
It was stupid, but it felt real. More realer than anything Kyle has posted.
Okay. What the fuck am I going on about.
He closed the tab on his phone, walking back into his bedroom. Eric sat proudly on his bed, with a smirk. Kenny looked pissed.
"AHA! I win Kinny. I beat you and Kahl. HAHA." Eric boasted, hands on his hips. Kyle looked at the screen.
1st. Eric
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3rd. Kenny Mcwhoremick.
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7th ---
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12th. kylee
"That's not fair! You started without me." Kyle groaned, reclaiming his spot on the bed as Eric fell to the ground with a slight thud.
Eric rolled his eyes.
"I never said I won fairly jew!"
@ericartman
can we talk about how BAD @kylebrof is at mario kart??
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@kylebrof I'm not bad, you just unpaused the game while I was pissing.
@ericartman ok but who the hell pisses for like an hour
@kylebrof I WAS IN THERE FOR 5 MINUTES
@princesskenny who takes 5 minutes to piss LMAO
@craignstripe ok but can we talk about how i'd destroy all of you in mario cart
@ericartman go away craig
@wendyyy there is no way you didn't cheat..
@kylebrof he unpaused when I was pissing
@ericartman SHUT UP KYLE
@mintberrii i didn't know y'all played mario cart
@gingerism they r people too
@laylasucks can we talk about how much better kyle is than you
@kylebrof this is so real
@ericartman IM BLOCKING BOTH OF YOu
@laylasucks is this a /srs or a /j
@tolkienblack is that the new switch I got kyle?
@ericartman oh my god we get it your rich
@coffeeisepic mario cart sux
@buttershk great job eric!! :D
@kylebrof followed you back!
Stan stared at the notification on his phone. It stared back. He kept staring. Until he felt something soft hit him on the side of the head.
"What the hell are you doing, turd?" Shelly asked, placing a hand on her hip. As Stan grew older, so did Shelly. She was now 20, looking for a college.
"Nothing Shelly." He muttered, and turned back to his phone. Shelly rolled her eyes, leaning over his shoulder.
"Well, your sitting there like an idiot. You must be doing something." She said, looking at his phone. Stan sighed.
Shelly looked surprised, looking at the notification.
"The Kyle Broflovski? Jesus Stan, that guy is like - holy shit." Stan pinched his nose.
"What?" Shelly groaned.
"That guy is just super famous. I heard he only follows back friends, so I was just surprised - he's like, a model or something." She said, pointing to the username.
Stan opened it up, showing Kyle's instagram account.
"I dunno. He's like, younger than me. Maybe he just follows back random people." Shelly shrugged, getting up.
"I'm going out, make sure to tell mom. Dad won't care." Stan nodded, turning off his phone.
The door slammed shut, and he flinched at the loud noise. He was alone, for the first time in a while.
And he knew exactly how to spend this time.
"Shut your fucking face uncle fucker!"