Dedicated to LooLoo, a dear friend of mine. Ilu~ -heart-
Pairings: Kenny/Stan, Damien/Pip, Stan/Kyle, Craig/Stan, Kenny/Pip, Kenny/Cartman, Stan x Wendy
WARNINGS: Contains sex and the likes. Please procede with caution if that bothers you. Also, normally, I wouldn't post before I'm finished, but I'm pretty excited, so I am. Please bare with me and the updating times. :D
The four of them were sitting in class as they usually did, and there came a tap on his shoulder.
His stomach had tightened, expecting his on-off girlfriend to be behind him, only to find a certain blonde hidden behind the folds of his hooded jacket. And that was when his stomach did something very much unexpected: it clenched tightly, like it usually did when he held Wendy's hand or before he was about the throw-up on her shoes.
Butterflies filled his body, causing his whole form to grow tight and his hands to fill with warmth. He looked up at the blonde, body tingling, and he smiled weakly. What is this? he asked himself. He struggled to hide it, something he was always very bad at doing, and he continued to look up at the slightly taller boy. "Y-Yes Kenny?"
Oh fuck.
He smiled, briefly shown from under the hood, "Hey man, what's wrong with you?"
Stan looked up at him, his throat clenched and he coughed a little, more than a little nervous by this sudden feeling, "Nothing, don't worry about it Kenny."
He shrugged, taking a seat at the desk beside Stan. It was originally Red's desk, but she was busy speaking to Token across the room.
Kenny leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and he titled his head a little, bottom of his hood sliding down to reveal a larger portion of his face. He had on a goofy smile, seeming carefree and joyous.
Sometimes Stan questioned that smile, but at that very moment, he was too taken by it to think of anything other than how nice it seemed. It made him feel better, like it always had in the past, and it certainly didn't disappoint.
"What's up, Kenny?" His body was starting to settle again, fraction by fraction, and Stan started to think that maybe it was his breakfast that had made him so tight.
He shrugged carelessly; his clear blue eyes pointed over to the front board where the teacher was busy doing things that meant nothing to Stan. "Nothing, I was kicked out of the house again."
His eyes hardened and he thought back to the McCormick household and the utter chaos it got itself into at times. "Need a place to crash?" He didn't need to ask and Kenny didn't need to reply: he was going to stay at Stan's house because it was like an unspoken law; if not his house, than Kyle's.
His smile never wavered as he nodded and accepted his welcome, "Thanks man,"
"Don't worry about it," he leaned back in his chair, stomach tingling as he looked away from Kenny and to the front of the class. It never ceased to amaze him how many people from his childhood had stuck it out through the years and had stayed within his class. Almost everyone was in his class from year to year, and that hadn't changed much at all when the high school years started.
The front rows held the troublesome students that the teacher was forced to keep a close eye on; prime example being Eric Cartman. Next to him was Craig, put there more for his chronic need to flip people rather than actually causing trouble. Toward the middle of the rows of desk sat the good students, Pip and Butters, Wendy and Token... The rest of the class was distributed by chance, leaving Kenny in the very back, Stan and Kyle second from back, and everyone else in between.
The teacher stood up, surprisingly not Garrison for once, and cleared his throat, "Back to your seats everyone. Class is about to start and there's a new student I need to introduce,"
Stan practically wanted to slap himself at the idea of a new student. They were in high school; they didn't need to be introduced to new kids. They went out and made fun of the new kid for a couple weeks to initiate them before truly gagging their coolness.
A dark teen stepped into the room, face hidden behind long, jagged black bangs and a sharp scowl. He situated himself in front of the class, more than a little ashamed of the position he was in. Stan assumed, and he looked at them.
Stan felt déjà vu strike him as he looked at the new kid. He could have sworn he had seen him before; he just couldn't put his finger on where...
"This is Damien Thorn, he moved here all the way from Pennsylvania. Let's give Damien a warm greeting."
A few murmurs came from the class but nothing very spectacular.
Damien grumbled and he took a seat in the front, shoulders hunched close to his ears and his spin curved forward.
Stan glanced over at Kyle and then to Kenny, scoping for their reactions over the return of the Anti-Christ.
Kyle glanced at him and smiled weakly, eyes reading easily to him, "Oh shit, we're screwed."
Kenny, on the other hand, had a much more lax look to his face and he even seemed to smile wider at the arrival of the dark child, like he knew something that Kyle and Stan did not know.
Stan wasn't sure what he felt about the Anti-Christ being back to South Park. They had faced stranger things than Damien, and they already experienced his wrath before. In fact, the only thing that made him uneasy about him was the fact that he hadn't announced his heritage like he had so many years earlier. If he had gained the composer to keep things a secret, who knew what else about him had changed. Perhaps he wasn't as dangerous now... perhaps he was worse.
The mystery of it set Stan a little on edge.
His eyes landed on the back of Pip's head, where the blonde seemed perfectly calm. He kept his good posture and his shoulders were square and firm, unyielding, and the arrival of the boy didn't seem to affect him in the least.
Good sign, Stan supposed, at least Pip wasn't breaking down in front of the class.
In fact, it was a well known fact that Pip had left South Park not because his foreign exchange program was over but because he was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder. He was taken back to England in the hopes to help his sickness, but by sixth grade, he was brought back.
Why anyone would want to come back to South Park on their own will was an idea beyond Stan's comprehension, but apparently Pip did enjoy it in the small mountain town. Or, perhaps, his school didn't want him back and they had sacrificed the funds to send him back and get rid of him permanently.
Only the school in England would know the truth.
The class started and went at the usual speed, boring as usual and uneventful from there. Only by the end of the class did Stan notice that the strange feeling from earlier was entirely gone and he easily brushed it off as a bad breakfast.
As the group of four of them stepped down the crowded halls to their next class, he thought of the usually things he thought of, and he wondered what Wendy was doing.