(A/n: Ms. Rain here with a humor and slash fic each chapter a one-shot containing the pairings I like/rarely see. The parings are:
Stenny
Cryde
Style
Creek
Staig
Crenny
Twyle and Styde
First up is Stenny, please enjoy and South Park does not belong to me)
Chapter 1: Cheesy Pick-up Lines
Kenny McCormick was a natural born flirt.
He would try to pick up anyone who caught his eyes, and would stroll over to him/her all slow and seductive like, but the sexy moment would be ruined by his cheesy pick up lines. They would give him a blank stare for a brief moment then leave the blonde, but one girl once told him, "You're hella sexy an' all, but your pick-up lines suck ass."
He replied with another corny line about doing...you know what. Ahem. The pick-up lines he said to the females were:
"Hey baby, you sure are fine. Wanna be mine?"
"Your lips sure do look lonely…would they like to meet mine?"
"Hey girl, you alone? If so, I'll keep you company."
And his so-called famous one,"You wanna know what's big? Your house, you perv." Those all failed (Obviously), and Kenny went to picking up guys next.
To the males he would say:
"Nice shirt. Is it made of boyfriend material?"
"Wanna play video games at your place tonight? I'll be your controller."
"Hey I know I just met you, but would you like to call me maybe?" And his so-called famous line was the same one he used on the girls.
Saying that earned him a black eye once but meh, he still looked good.
Kenny, Stan, Kyle, and Craig were behind the school during lunch on a Monday afternoon; Kenny calling them his "Top 3 guys to date out of the whole school." His two best friends were giving him an "Are you serious?" look while Craig looked uninterested.
Kenny gave them a sly smile. "I guess you're all wondering why you three sexy fuckers are out here with my beautiful self, huh?" He asked with a wink.
"No shit," Stan and Kyle chorused.
"I could care less, I only came out here for a smoke," Craig said flipping Kenny off. He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his back pockets, then began lighting the cancer stick.
Kenny ignored their comments. "Yeah whatever, anyway I called you all out here to…" he paused suddenly.
There was silence.
After seconds of him just standing there saying nothing, Stan crossed his arms as he gave him an impatient stare. "Any day now," he drones.
Kenny began to tap his chin in thought, appearing to not had heard him. The noirette pinched the bridge of his nose irritably, Kyle groaned as he face palmed, and Craig continued to smoke; completely ignoring the blonde's existence.
A few additional moments passed by until Kenny snapped his fingers. He sauntered up to his first vic-I mean one of his top 3 guys- Stan. "Hey Stan," Kenny whispered into his ear making him shudder. "I know we're best friends an' all, but wanna get to know each other better? I know the perfect place. Yours." He pulled back not giving Stan a chance to reply back (Not like he had anything to say in his stunned state) and kissed him dead on his lips. Kyle gasped and Craig's cigarette slipped out his slightly wide opened mouth and fell to the ground.
After five seconds, Kenny pulled back and smiled coquettishly at Stan, whose expression of shock never changed, his cheeks a deep red. Craig stared at the blonde for a moment then shook his head. "Should've known you were up to somethin' like this you freakin' perv. I'm gone." He walked away flipping Kenny off once more.
"U-umm yeah, I think I'm gonna go too," Kyle said sheepishly as he took some steps back. "So uh see ya, and have fun!" He ran away leaving poor Stan in the clutches of their perverted friend.
"Kyle you bastard, you're so dead for ditching me," Stan thought glaring at the redhead's retreating figure.
Kenny wrapped an arm around the noirette's slim waist. "So you wanna take me up on the offer?" He asked moving his eyebrows up and down, still smiling flirtatiously.
Stan gulped.
(A/n: Had to rack my brain for some cheesy pick up lines, didn't wanna google them….should have lol I hope you enjoyed and as always the next chapter will be up soon, the next paring: Style)
