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Chapter One

"Our teachers are so fucking lame," Cartman said as he colored on part of the poster board closest to him.

"If someone hadn't pointed out that we haven't done much all year, we would have been in the clear," Kyle said from his spot on the floor while he typed up their paper on his laptop.

Stan sighed from his spot on the floor. "Don't start you two. Prom's only a few days away and I don't want to disappoint Wendy."

"Jesus, Cartman. Don't you write about anything else?"

Cartman looked over to where Kenny was sitting, his eyes bugging out when he saw the red notebook in Kenny's hands. He looked to where he had left his book bag and saw if was half spilled out. "What the fuck, Kenny! That shit's private."

Kenny smirked at the other boy and threw the notebook at him. "Calm your tits, fat ass. Once I figured out you were waxing poetic about Bebe's chest, I quit reading. After the third page."

"You're just jealous that she's going with me to prom." Cartman pointed a finger at Kenny and nodded his head. "No one likes a charity case!"

Kenny laughed. "Not a charity case since we won the settlement, dumb ass." Kenny leaned back against the wall. "Besides, I don't want any bitches holding me down."

Kyle looked aver his reading glasses and smiled. "Dude, you have got to quit watching daytime talk shows." He pointed to a scribble on the page. "C'mere and tell me what this word is."

Kenny scooted over and squinted as he looked at the part that had his contribution to the paper. "Infallibly—I think." He watched over Kyle's shoulder for a minute , watching as Kyle's fingers flew over the keys of the keyboard. After a few moments, he looked back at Stan and said, "You must have the inside scoop. Did Bebe say yes out of pity?"

Cartman glared at Kenny and said, "She asked me, you fucker."

Kenny rubbed his chin, absently scratching at the peach fuzz growing there. "I see. She must've lost a bet."

Cartman flipped him off, provoking laughter out of the other teen. He went back to coloring the letters with a fat marker.

Kenny's laughter died down and he Kyle grinning at him over the top of his laptop. He leaned back against the wall and asked, "You planning on going with anyone, Kyle?"

"Nope. Not really anyone I wanted to go with," he said with a shrug.

"Their loss." Kenny softly hummed to himself, stopping when he caught Cartman staring at him. He grinned at his corpulent friend and asked, "What's jumped up your ass?"

Cartman narrowed his eyes at Kenny. "Just trying to figure out what makes you happy enough to hum that awful Kesha song."

Kenny frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. "Nothing you need to worry about." His frown morphed into a grin. "Not when Bebe might be taking you as a joke."

The marker dropped from Cartman's hand. "Knock it off, Kenny."

An eyebrow was raised in challenge as Kenny's grin grew wider. He batted his eyelashes at the bigger boy. "But, Eric, I'm only looking out for you. I wouldn't want your feewings to get hurt."

"That does it, you poor piece of shit." Cartman rose and moved toward the door. "Let's take this outside so I can properly beat your ass."

Stan pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Will you two knock it off? We need to finish this."

Kenny just grinned from his spot on the floor.

Cartman sat back down with a small pout, then went back to coloring. For a few minutes the only sounds in the room was the sound of keys being pressed and markers scratching across the board. Cartman let out a sigh full of frustration and threw his marker down. He pulled his cell phone out and said, "I'll be back." He pointedly looked at Kenny as he said, "I need to go make a phone call."

Once Cartman stepped out, Stan grabbed a pillow off his bed and threw it at Kenny. "What was that all about?"

Kenny deftly caught it and put it behind his head. "Just wanted to prove something to both Bebe and the fat ass." He then turned and grinned at Kyle. "Now that the fat ass isn't here to torture you, I have something to ask you."

Kyle looked up from the paper. "Sure. Ask away."

"Is the person you wanted to go with already taken?"

Kyle shook his head and went back to typing. "There honestly isn't anyone I'm interested in."

"We could go together."

Kyle whipped his head around to look at a grinning Kenny. A soft chuckle escaped him as the other boy made a face at him. "Is that your nice way of asking for a ride?"

"You wound me." Kenny placed his right hand over his heart and mimed the act of dying. "Right in the feels."

"You're such a drama queen." Kyle smirked. "Just make sure you're here in time to leave." He strained his ears and frowned when he heard Cartman cooing into his phone. "I wonder what she's saying to him."

Kenny put his hands behind his head and leaned back against the pillow Stan threw at him earlier. "I don't want to know, but I'm sure mention of her being a chubby chaser has come up or he wouldn't be in such a good mood."

Stan snickered into his hand. "Are you sure? Bebe doesn't seem the type."

Eyes solemn, Kenny turned his gaze to the door. "Part of the reason we broke up."

A look passed between Kyle and Stan. When Kenny and Bebe had broken up freshman year, he refused to say anything about it, even going as far as to tell Cartman to leave him alone. Kyle reached out and patted Kenny on the knee. "Are you alright with Cartman taking her to prom?"

Kenny forced a smile to his face. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Kyle cracked a smile. "Especially since I'm going to be your wing man."

Kenny's smile turned genuine when he saw Cartman reenter the room with a smile on his face. "I think you better leave the wing manning to me."

"Sorry my mom forced the boutonniere on you, dude."

Kenny ran his fingertips over the petals of the flower pinned to the lapel of his jacket. "It's alright. It's awfully nice of her."

Kyle hummed as he pulled into a parking spot at the Community Center. Then groaned when he spotted Wendy and Stan making out in the backseat of Stan's car. He exited the car and tapped on the window, causing the couple to jump. He rolled his eyes when they both flipped him off. He motioned toward the door and said, "See you lovebirds inside."

From behind him, Kenny said, "Wendy might want to straighten her dress." He flashed her a grin then motioned toward his chest and said, "Nice tits, Testaburger."

Kyle pulled the cackling teen away as they watched Stan hastily pull up the top of Wendy's dress. As they entered the doors, Kyle could feel the bass of the song playing throughout his body. He waved to a few of his friends and headed to the sign in table. His and Kenny's names were checked off the list, then they were given a ballot to vote for the prom court. He didn't know any of the seniors, so he circled two random names. Unsure of who to vote for, he asked Kenny, "Who're you voting for?"

"Bebe and the fat ass and myself as jester." He looked at Kyle's paper. "Why don't you vote for Stan and Wendy for Prince and Princess, then you can put me down for jester." He smiled and winked at the girl watching over the ballot box. "That way I'll have two votes."

Grinning, Kyle did as he suggested. "There. Now your fragile ego's been boosted." He looked across the dance floor and spotted Bebe and Cartman dancing together. He pointed at the couple and said, "Let's join them."

Kenny followed Kyle through the throng of people, moving toward the spot the redhead had originally spotted the couple. He threw his arms around Cartman and asked, "Were you planning on saving a dance for me?"

Cartman stiffened for the half-second before he recognized Kenny's voice. He pulled Kenny's arms off him and said, "All of my dances are taken unless Bebe takes pity on you losers."

Kyle caught Cartman's frown as she pulled him into a hug. He remembered her comment from fourth grade about being able to bounce a quarter off his ass and blushed. He cleared his throat and asked, "Having a good time?"

"The best!" She pulled away from him and cuddled into Cartman's side. "Eric's been a wonderful date."

Kenny snickered at Cartman's blush at the compliment. "Don't pay him too many compliments. His head might explode."

Bebe fixed him with a glare. "For that comment, no dance for you."

Kyle swayed to the music as he quietly watched the bickering between his fiends, keeping his thoughts to himself. His eyes lit up when he spotted Wendy and Stan coming toward them. He waved them over and quickly struck up a conversation with Stan. "Did you guys vote yet?"

"Yeah. Lemme tell you, the girl that's guarding the box looks shifty." He leaned into Kyle and said, "She kept trying to hurry me along."

Wendy leaned into Stan and said, "She was hurrying you along because she'd like to enjoy some of the prom too."

Kyle could feel the envy growing in his gut as he watched the couples cuddle one another. It wasn't that he didn't want a date, it's that all the girls that asked him didn't appeal to him that way.

He felt someone wrap an arm around him and turned his head to find Kenny grinning at him. He gave into the infectious enthusiasm and smiled back.

"Ready to show these losers how to dance?"

Kyle chuckled and nodded his head. "Hell, why not?"

Kenny kept him on the dance floor most of the evening, having all four of the guys twerking at one point and egging Kyle on to 'shake his money-maker'. When the names for the court were called, Wendy and Stan won Prince and Princess by a small margin. He caught Cartman squeezing Bebe's hand and telling her that they'd win next year.

When Kenny was announced as the jester, he stripped his jacket off and whirled it over his head, getting a chuckle from everyone. As the floor was cleared so the court could have a dance, Kenny turned to Kyle and asked, "Dance with me?"

Kyle shrugged and said, "Sure, why not?"

Kenny took his hand and led him onto the dance floor. When they were facing one another, Kenny asked, "Do you know how to waltz?"

Kyle nodded. "My mom made me learn for my bar mitzvah, but I never learned to lead."

"That's okay." Kenny smiled and helped Kyle get into the right dancing frame. "Karen made me learn how to when she went through her ballroom dancing phase."

Knowing Kenny would do anything for his little sister, Kyle wisely kept his mouth shut as he followed Kenny's lead around the dance floor. He was impressed by how fluidly they moved. "You're pretty good at this."

"Do I detect a tone of surprise?" Kenny grinned as he led them away from Stan, who was trying his best not to step on Wendy's toes. He wiggled his eyebrows at Kyle as he said, " I'm gonna dip you."

Kyle's eyebrows shot up toward his hairline. "Dip me and you can walk home."

"Might be worth it," he said, a twinkle in his eye. He didn't do it though.

When the dance was over, Kyle walked over to where Cartman and Bebe were sitting and caught the calculating glint in Cartman's eye. He ignored the other boy, settling for smiling at Bebe. "I'm sure if you ask Kenny nicely, Kenny might take you out for a spin."

"That's okay," she said brightly. "I'm not very good at following someone else's lead."

Kenny handed Kyle a drink and sat down beside the redhead, eyebrow raising in question when he caught Cartman's gaze. He took a drink from his cup then said, "Not now."

"Fine." Cartman crossed his arms over his chest. "We'll talk about it later."

Used to the strange unspoken communication that the two friends had, Kyle sat back and rested his weary feet. He finished his drink then nudged Kenny with his elbow. "I'm beat. You ready to go?"

"Yeah." He looked over at Cartman when he heard Bebe try to stifle a giggle and caught his friend miming a blow job. He flipped him off and said, "You wish, fat ass."

Kyle didn't like the smug look that crossed Cartman's face. It was a look that spelled trouble. They walked out to his car in silence with Kyle breaking it by saying, "I'm still not sure how you got all of us to twerk."

Kenny stood by the door, waiting for Kyle to unlock it. "The only one I really had to convince was Stan." When he heard the click of the door lock, he opened the door and slid inside. He continued once Kyle was inside of the vehicle. "Cartman would do it for Bebe, and you would do it if Stan did it. So I convinced Stan that Wendy would find it hot."

Kyle shook his head at Kenny's explanation and began the short drive to Kenny's house. When they arrived, Kyle let out a little sigh at the darkened windows. He turned to Kenny and said, "Thanks for the good time. I'll see you Monday."

Kenny exited the car and gave Kyle a little wave. "See ya."

Kyle watched Kenny go into his house before he drove home. He pulled into his driveway and looked at his phone before he went inside.

He received a text from Cartman.

I no kenny's secret. Do u?