A/N: Hi I decided to write a Stenny Fanfic because I think that they look adorable together. So read and review.
Kenneth McCormick, the boy with the orange parka. I'm not saying that I'm gay or anything but I really enjoy his crude humor and he was in fact pretty cute. I've known him for as long as I can remember, ever since we were little. Now here we are in the 11th grade. I want him to have my baby...what the hell?...Keep it together Stan. He's a dude and does he even like me?
"Goddamnit!" I exclaimed.
"Um...are you okay Stan?" Kyle asked.
"Oh, psh yeah I'm fine….where's Kenny anyway?"
"Didn't you hear? Kenny's sick."
"Really?" I was worried.
"Yes Stan! Yes, Kenny is sick. You're acting like a fag!"
"Shut the hell up Cartman."
"Oh are you worried about your little girlfriend? Little Kenneth McCormick and his poor ass?"
"Dude I said shut up…" I mumbled.
"Leave him alone fatass!" Kyle replied.
"Oh shut the fuck up Jew! Oh I'm sorry about your gay feelings for Kenny." I knew Cartman was just kidding around but it kind of unnerved me that it wasn't far from the truth.
"Achoo!" All three of us were startled to find Kenny standing with us by the bus stop.
"Kenny...dude what are you doing here?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah I thought you were sick or something."
"No..no I'm okay." He didn't look very good from my view. His cheeks were pink and his nose was red. He looked tired too. The way he looked made me want to hold him tight and keep him warm.
"Wow Kenny. You're face looks so stupid. Hahaha" Cartman laughed.
"Jack off Cartman." I said.
"No way, you jack the hell off, you ass hat."
"No way fatass" I replied.
"Gah...no fucking way….Well Stan, I am not a fatass anymore."
"Hey to us you'll always be a fatass." Kyle said.
"Well fuck you Jew!"
"I fucking hate your ass." They then started to get into an argument like always. Kenny and I were alone as Cartman and Kyle were at each other's throats with insults.
"Hi Kenny…"
"Hey Stan."
"So, do you mind sitting with me on the bus?"
"Dude, I always sit with you on the bus." he said while smiling at me.
"Hehehe yeah." I laughed nervously, trying to force down the heat that was rising in my cheeks.
"That's okay dude." He then coughed rather harshly.
"You okay," I said while patting his back.
"I'm okay. Really it's fine." That's when the bus pulled up. Kyle and Cartman had just finished up their quarrel. We all went on the bus, Kenny sitting by the window.
Wendy boarded the bus as well, coming over to where I was sitting.
"Hey Stan...is it okay if I sit by you?"
"Um...But Kenny is already sitting next to me."
"Come on Stan...I want to sit with you."
"But Kenny…"
"Oh come on Stan Kenny can just find another seat." Wendy started whining and not in a cute way might I add.
"But.." I don't want him to go.
"No, it's okay Stan I can get up" Kenny said getting up from his seat besides me and going to the next empty seat. I looked at him and he just smiled back. Wendy who seemed to look very satisfied sat next to me. She started spouting off nonsense about how some guys were insensitive jerks and that I wasn't. But wait...wasn't she dating Token?
"Hey Wendy, are you still going out with token?" I asked curious.
"What? Of course not I broke up with him last night. Besides we're together again so that's all that matters."
"Okay well that's nice…wait...together? You and me?"
"Yeah of course we are."
"Wait, but I don't get to say anything on the matter?"
"Jeez Stan of course you don't."
"But I…" I was cut off as her lips were roughly planted on to mine. I was paralyzed, not wanting to respond to the kiss. But my body betrayed me as I kissed her back. I pulled away after what seemed like forever because I had the nagging feeling that someone was watching me. Turning I found that no one was looking my way. Shrugging I let Wendy grab onto my arm, it was cold so I guessed she needed the warmth.
We finally arrived at school, it was in a buzz as prom was coming up. 3 weeks away to be exact. Damn, I don't understand prom. I mean you just ask someone to a dance. No big deal right?
"So Stan. Is there anything you'd like to ask me?" Wendy asked while batting her eyelashes.
"No, no I don't."
"Come on don't play dumb with me."
"Seriously Wendy, I don't have anything to ask you." I was getting slightly annoyed, for some reason my patience was wearing thin fast.
"Think Stan ask me out to…" A flash of orange passed by my peripheral vision, and I knew I could get out of this conversation.
"Oh hey! There goes Kenny. Well we'll talk about this another time! Bye Wendy!" I then ran towards Kenny before she could say anything else. But I had a feeling this would come back and bite me in the ass in the future.
"Hi Kenny!" He turned to look at me and he appeared to look worse than ever. His eyes were red and puffy and his nose was running.
"Well if it isn't Stan the Man." His voice sounded a little hoarse as well.
"Are you okay man? You look horrible. It looks like you got hit by a bus." He grimaced as if I just struck a cord. But it came as quickly as it went so I thought it wasn't such a big deal.
"I'm okay really. I'm okay...just really tired is all and you know how dirt poor my parents are. Our heater has been broken for 4 days now and I gave Karen my blankets. It's been really cold lately. So shit like that."
"Aww dude. I know you love your little sister and all...but you gotta look out for yourself too you know."
"Yeah, I do Marshmallow."
"Aww dude that's gay as fuck." I mumbled. He just laughed.
"But, it's true. You're so soft like a Marshmallow...and sweet too." he added at the end, causing my face to heat up. Kenny's face had gotten redder too, but that just could've been from his cold.
"Seriously, gay dude." he just shrugged.
"Well see ya Stan. I gotta go to home economics, we're baking pies! Oh I'm gonna save a big piece for Karen." he said excitedly walking towards his next class.
"Bye Ken!" I called. I sighed, when he was out of view. I headed to my Honors English class with Mr. Gaylordson, he reminded me a lot of Mr. Garrison. Both of them were gay so the similarities were close.
He droned on and on about some weird ass story that didn't have anything to do with English. So I took out my phone and started texting Kyle.
A/N: Should I continue? Review and tell me if I should continue or not...