"Dude, hurry or they'll leave us behind!" Stan said rushing with his two duffle bags in hand.
He grew to be a sizable 5' 10" at the age of 15. Stan's onyx black hair was cut into what Cartman called and "emo" hair cut since his bangs swooped over one of his arctic blue eyes, but that's just the way his hair grew out. His physique was toned and lightly muscled, but not all bulky, a result of football baseball, and soccer. He wore a deep ocean blue shirt over a black long sleeve, dark blue skinny jeans, and black vans. His signature hat stopped fitting him in seventh grade and he couldn't find an identical one in any of the stores he went through. Not even online.
We have 15 minutes before we leave. Chill, dude," Kenny yawned as he strolled along.
Kenny was 5' 11" at age 15. He was drop dead sexy with his blonde hair that looked like he just rolled out of bed, which he probably did. His ice blue wolf like eyes seemed to pull you in and keep you there. His mother took out an insurance policy on his father about six days before his "alcohol poising" went down and killed him, earning the McCormicks a good amount of money. Kenny's mother even managed to get a job as a secretary. He wore black jeans, a black shirt that was designed to look like a level of Pac-man, black sneakers, and his orange parka with his hood down and front unzipped. His physique was much like Stan's, only his muscles didn't show as much as Stan's, that was thank to years of baseball, football, and fighting kids who picked on him or his friends (except Cartman).
"Yeah, he just wants to see Wendy," Kyle chuckled as he saw his super best friend bounce about happily.
Kyle was 5' 7" at age 15. At one point he shaved off his Jew fro and regrew his hair, only this time, he took care of it, making it relax into tamed subtle curls that framed his face. Freckles danced their way across the bridge of his nose. He bore wide emerald green eyes that held his kindness and intelligence. His physique was slender and a bit frail, seeing as he quit sports all together in middle school to do things he found interest in, such as debate team. He wore an orange sweater, dark green skinny jeans, green converses, and his signature green ushanka hat. His curls poked out to where they framed his face.
"We should probably slow down for fat ass," Kenny chuckled as he noticed just how far behind the final member of their odd group was.
"Ay! Don't call me fat, asshole!" Cartman ranted.
He wasn't really all that fat since he hit a growth spurt and involuntarily joined the fitness club at school. He was more bulky now, standing in at 5' 9" at age 15. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a red Mountain Dew shirt, blue jeans, and red and white Jordans that he relentlessly bugged his mother for, just to rub it in Kyle's face.
Stan spotted Wendy leaning against the bus. She looked like she was contemplating something troubling. Stan noticed this and dropped his duffle bags and dashed over to his worried looking girlfriend.
"Wendy, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Stan said leaning in t=for a kiss, knowing that makes the girls smile.
Wendy put a finger to Stan's lips, the universal indicator to stop.
"Stan, there's no easy way to say this," Wendy began.
"Oh, my God, you're pregnant!" Stan squealed happily.
"No, Stanley, that's not even possible if we never had sex. Geez, no wonder you nearly failed health," Wendy said rolling her eyes, "I'm leaving you."
"…O_o W-what?" Stan said barely above a whisper.
"For Clyde," Wendy finished, not daring to make eye contact.
"What?!" Stan shrieked.
"He can give me thing that you can't, Stanley," Wendy said shrugging her shoulders sadly.
"Like what?" Stan again shrieked.
"Like free shoes. I'll always remember you," Wendy said as she showed off her new boots and stepped onto the buss.
Stan seemed to have been frozen in his tracks. Halfway across the parking lot, Kyle picked up on Stan's position and dashed to him, careful not to stumble as he dragged his suitcase.
"Stan…STAN!" Kyle called urgently as he shook him.
"So, she must've dumped him. There's no other excuse," Kenny yawned.
"He won't snap out of it," Kyle said with worry peppering his words.
Kenny picked up their bags and loaded them into the cargo carrier to the bottom of the bus. He strolled back to Stan with a sleepy expression. That change, however, in the drop of a hat when Kenny gave Stan an abrupt, open palm slap across the face that sent him spiraling to the floor.
"Kenny! What the hell?!" Stan yelled sitting up.
"Um… Stan?" Kyle said sheepishly.
Stan blushed when he realized just how compromised his position with Kyle was. He was straddling him in the middle of the school parking lot. How he did not feel Kyle under him initially was a mystery to him.
They noticed Kenny was gone when Stan bolted up and helped Kyle up.
"Hey, you two wanna get one? I already put our bags away," Kenny said sticking his head out the window.
Stan and Kyle stepped on the bus at the same time and noticed there were two seats left, one next to Kenny and one next to Cartman. Stan and Kyle glanced at each other before they raced to Kenny's oasis.. Cartman (being the asshole he is) tripped Kyle and gave Stan the victory.
"Nice going, fat ass!" Kyle said kicking Cartman in the shin.
"Ay! I don't need to take that from a fucking Jew!" Cartman yelled.
"Eric Cartman, you watch your mouth or you'll be sent home, M'kay?" Mr. Mackey warned. Cartman pouted.
"Hey, you don't HAVE to sit next to fat ass," Kenny said with a grin.
"Whaddaya mean?" Kyle questioned.
Kenny took Kyle's hand and yanked him over Stan to sit in his lap. Kyle/s long legs extended across Stan's lap.
"Oh, sorry, dude," Kyle blushed.
"It's okay," Stan shrugged as he pet Kyle's leg, "It doesn't bother me."
Kenny wrapped his arms around Kyle's torso and nuzzled the crook of his neck.
"No date rape, Kenny," Kyle said.
"Oh, dammit, you figured out my master plot," Kenny dramatically pouted.
Kyle heard a soft sigh and turned to the source: Stan. He was looking at a picture of him and Wendy on their two year anniversary. Rolling his eyes, Kenny snatched the picture from Stan and used his lighter to make it disappear
"Dude, forget her. She's gone," Kenny said, "Dwelling on it isn't healthy, so we're not about to start this."
"You're right, Kenny," Stan sighed
"Kenny, why do you have a lighter?" Kyle asked, "I thought you quit smoking."
"Oh this?" Kenny said, "It's for uh… lighter related emergencies."
"Your breath is n=more minty than usual," Kyle pointed out.
"I switched toothpaste," Kenny quipped with a nervous smile.
"Your tongue is red and white. Kenny, have you been smoking and using peppermints to cover up the smell?"
"Of course not."
'Kenny?" Kyle warned.
"Only one way to find out," Kenny said with a toothy grin.
"Don't make me," Kyle said.
"Then I wasn't smoking," Kenny said sitting back into the bus seat.
Kyle rolled his eyes and leaned into Kenny, initiating their opened mouth kiss. Kyle's tongue wasted no time in inspecting Kenny's dancing tongue like a drill sergeant with his cadets.. Kyle slowly pulled away, and Kenny waited for his evaluation.
"It's sweet from peppermint," Kyle said, "Just not sweet enough. You've been smoking."
"I'm sorry," Kenny sighed, "This time I'll stop… just for you." Kenny caressed Kyle's cheek, and the latter couldn't help but lean into the touch.
Kenny and Kyle were partners last year, but when Kenny realized a secret of Kyle's, he ended it on good terms. Kenny was pretty sure not even Kyle himself realized this secret. Kyle wasn't sure why they broke up, but didn't question it. They still get intimate every once in a while.
Just then, the bus abruptly came to life.
"ARE WE THERE YET?" Stan and Kyle yelled jokingly.
The bus began moving, and so began the sophomore class' trip to Tokyo, Japan.
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A/n:
Review if you like, I'm not forcing you.
this is rated m for a reason ;3
And I don't in any way shape or form own the genius that is South Park. I did own a cookie… key word is did….