AN: I own nothing but my ideas ;) South Park belongs to Matt and Trey, Comedy Central, etc.
Thanks to SomeoneCMary for reading this through.
Kenny sat on the front porch in front of his house. The sun was shining, yet the air blew cold in his face. Kenny pulled the strings on his parka tighter and turned up the volume on his cheap MP3 player.
People usually thought that Kenny was the kind that listened to dupstep/rap music about banging chicks, but the music he actually listened to had a deeper meaning to him. The previous song ended, and a new one started up. Kenny recognised it instantly with the guitar riff playing in the intro. He sighed.
Damn you, Kyle Broflovski.
It had all started around three years ago; Truth or Dare, eighth grade. Kenny remembered the incident as if it were yesterday.
It was Saturday night and they were having a party at Token's. It was past ten at night, the music was loud and there was plenty of booze going round. Someone started playing YMCA for a laugh and caused Butters and Clyde to start dancing on top of tables and the couch. Butters was very serious about his dancing, striking every move with precision. Clyde pulled a screaming Tweek up onto the sofa to dance with him, while Craig watched them with the slightest hint of amusement on his usually apathetic face. It wasn't long before Clyde lost his balance and fell on top of the couples making out by the couch.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a group of teens sat around the table.
"Okay Kenny, it's your turn. Spin!" Bebe said enthusiastically. Kenny did as told, the bottle spinning round the group several times before stopping, facing Wendy. Kenny smirked. This was too easy, and he was surprised by the fact that nobody had brought it up before.
"Alright Ms. Testaburger, go forth and grope Bebe's tits or something." he said, earning some chuckles from the boys around them.
"Hey, no fair!" Bebe cried. "No gay or lesbian stuff!"
"Rules are rules, Bebe." Kenny said, smirking. Against her will, Wendy reached over and quickly grabbed Bebe's chest.
"Nah, you have to do it with more feeling, try to act as if she were your girlfriend." Wendy pretended not to have heard him and sat back down again. It was her turn to spin. Wendy seemed to be the kind that could manipulate the bottle, making it stop by whoever she wanted. She swiftly spun the bottle, watching it edge past Token ever so slightly, stopping fully at Kyle.
"Well Kyle, go ahead and kiss Kenny." she said with a smirk.
"Ah, fuck no Wendy!" Kyle said bitterly, shaking his head as he got up from the table. "I'm out."
"I'm not kissing Kyle! That's just gay! For women it's okay, but this?" Kenny argued.
"Huh huh that's gay. Huhuh gay. They're gay. Huhuh. That's so gay. Huh huh we're gay." Bill and Fosse said, chuckling stupidly.
"It's only fair!" said Bebe, leaning back in her chair. "We did your dare, now do ours." Kenny looked over at Kyle, who had an annoyed look on his face.
"Screw it Kyle." Kenny said, getting up and standing next to him. They faced each other hesitantly before Kyle leant in and kissed him.
That kiss wasn't like any others he'd experienced. Kyle's lips had been bare and soft, unlike the kisses he'd had with any girl. They would always wear slippery sticky lipstick or lipgloss and proceed to eat his fucking face. Kyle's kisses were gentle, and left Kenny craving for more. They were told to make out with each other later on in the game, but Kyle had refused. Kenny chose to believe that Kyle was just too tired to bother. He walked him home that night, because you couldn't just let him go by himself. Kenny remembered how Kyle was clinging on to him slightly, almost hugging him from behind like a child. As they got to Kyle's house, Sheila was waiting at the door with a worried look on her face. When she saw the boys she started gushing about her bubbalah, hastily thanking Kenny, and then taking Kyle inside to warm him up.
As Kenny walked home he thought about that kiss. It was as if he was starting to see things in a different way. Maybe even seeing Kyle in a different way. He blamed it on the booze, and hurried home. Tomorrow wouldn't be any different.
It wasn't long before the dreams started. Those simple, yet strange dreams involving Kyle. Even though they just had the two making out on a couch at the most, Kenny couldn't help but feel aroused. There was just something about Kyle that really got to him. Kenny had never thought about Kyle in that way before the kiss. He wanted to feel Kyle's body pressed up against his own. Kenny's imagination could just simply run wild when it wanted to.
This had been going on for several years now, and he wondered if he could take it anymore. His attraction to Kyle seemed to be getting stronger, especially with all the time they were spending together. They were going on a school trip to Italy in three months time and had to earn money for tickets. Kenny was surprised that Kyle wasn't working with Stan, but he'd said he wanted to help Kenny earn his part. Stan was busy doing his paper round and working part-time at the library to get some money. Cartman was probably making others earn the money for him, being the manipulative asshole he was.
"Kenny?" Kenny looked up to see Kyle standing in front of him. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold and he was holding big bags full of his mother's baking. "Come on, we have to get going."
"We don't have to be there for another forty minutes dude, sit down." Kenny said, smiling slightly and gesturing to the space next to him. Kyle sat next to him and pulled out his phone.
"It's 16:22. We'll stay for ten minutes at the most." Kenny didn't respond. He just went back to his daydreaming. He'd have to tell Kyle how he felt someday, even if he didn't like him back. There was nothing he could do about it. Kyle would probably start avoiding him,
Kenny's string of thoughts were interrupted by the rustling of the paper bag. Kyle seemed to be looking for something in them. He eventually took out two cinnamon rolls and handed one to Kenny. Kyle's mom could sure be a bitch, but damn, the woman could bake.
They sat in silence and ate their pastries. It would be an opportunity to make The Move on Kyle, but that would be too cliché and cheesy. Kenny wasn't one for clichés.
"How much do we need to make again?" he asked. Kyle looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Hmm… about one hundred and twenty, I think. We're getting the info tomorrow, and we're not going for another three months, so it'll be okay. We'll make enough." he responded, smiling slightly at Kenny.
"Come on now dude, we have to go." Kyle said as he readjusted his ushanka.
"Sure, we have to get there before Clyde turns up with his lemon bars, or we'll never get the stuff sold." They each grabbed a bag and headed down the road towards the town square.
On the way there, Kenny brought up the trip. It was all he'd been talking about for weeks. Kyle wasn't paying too much attention, but he could tell that Kenny was looking forward to it.
"We'll get to stay up all night and sleep in all day dude! No parents bossing everyone around and telling us what to do! Hey Ky, if we're in the same house, should we prank Cartman or something?" Kyle watched as Kenny rambled on, his eyes shining with excitement. Kyle could understand why he was so happy to go to Italy. His parents weren't able to afford to go anywhere special. Sure, there were always the adventures they'd had when they were little, but to actually go somewhere on a vacation was something Kenny hadn't experienced.
As they got to the tables where they were going to sell Sheila's baking, they noticed that there were hardly any people there, except some old people, a few passersby and Clyde, who was busy using his phone and absent mindedly eating a lemon bar.
"Are you sure that we were supposed to be here at five? Wasn't it like six or something?" Kenny asked as they stated placing out the pastries on their table.
"I'm sure. I could have sworn it was five. Clyde's here already." Kyle said, gesturing to the brunette a few tables away.
"Yes, but Clyde's stupid, remember? And he's never gonna sell those lemon bars if he keeps on eating them like he's the fatass." Clyde heard this statement, but looked away and pretended not to have noticed.
"It might have been half past, now that I think about it. Then again, there's nothing bad about getting here early, is there?" Kyle said. "We'll get the stuff sold and then we can go home." Kenny looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Hey Kyle, can I borrow a suitcase off you?" Kyle looked at him with a puzzled expression. "For the trip, I mean." he added. Kyle nodded.
"Sure, you can come over when we're done here." Kenny nodded at Kyle's words, and sat down on one of the chairs by the table.
Now all they could do was wait.