Pairing: Style, K² (at first only) Creeny. Probably a few more.

Raiting: T for the moment. Maybe M in the future. Anyway, I'll let you know at the beginning if there's some dirty things passing by.

Summary: It all started with a stupid bet involving which one of Stan or Kenny will make Kyle fall in love with him first. However, some stupid bet often lead to bigger consequences (no need to say that I suck at summeries, I think it's clear by itself)

Disclaimer. South Park belongs to its awesome creators: Trey Parker and Matt Stones.

"You know what I think, Marsh?" Stan arcked a brow, stopping mind-way through his sandwich. That was not like Kenny to call him by his last name and he could easily guess that the blond one did that on purpose. What better way to get his attention?

It was a monday morning at South Park High and, like every other day, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and Kyle would meet at lunch, sharing a table, talking, fighting and, well, eating. Except that Kyle wasn't here yet. Until now, Cartman had been talking about some stupid shit that he was the only one finding interesting when Kenny decided to take the floor and to come up with that strange question. Well. Was that even a question?

"What?" Stan dared to ask, not really sure he wanted to know what would follow.

"I think," Kenny started, pointing at the ebony-boy with his fork. "That you have a thing for Kyle." Stan frooze for a second, before eventually forcing an ackward laugh out. Where did that sudden conclusion even come from?

"Th-That's sick, dude." he smiled, taking a new bit of his sandwich. Both of them stayed silent for a few minutes as Kenny intensly stared at Stan while the other one desesperatly tried to avoid his friend's gaze.

From his sit, Cartman stared at the two with huge incomprehension, his fork half-way to his mouth, somehow waiting to see where it was going.

"Kyle might be fucking oblivious, but 'am not, Stan." Kenny frowned, scanning Stan with his eyes. The latter looked back at the blond-haired boy from the corner of his eyes, falling into a deathly silence.

"Why did you break up with Wendy two weeks ago?" Kenny continued, not easily dropping the subject. Cartman layed his head in his hand, smirking and waiting for an anwer. That was becoming really interesting. Hell. He had even stop eating to listen.

"Come on, dude! We spend our lives breaking up!" Stan helplessly tried to justify himself as he raised his hands to the sky in a theatral motion.

"Yeah, except you don't plan on coming back with her, right?" Cartman made his gaze travelled from Kenny to Stan, like he was watching some ping-pong match. And it was now Stan's turn to hit the ball. However, once again Stan remainded mouth shut. How could Kenny even know that? He was pretty sure that he was the only one having access to his mind.

"Where are you going?" the ebony-boy asked suspiciously.

"I think," Kenny paused, taking a bit of whatever was that brown thing in his plate – even though, that was only an excuse; he liked the suspence that added his little breaks. "That I can make him fall in love with me before you do."

Stan couldn't hold it as he frowned and felt his fists clunched. Cartman saw this and, without even realising, moved a few inches away. He didn't want to be the one whose he'll throw his fist at. Fortunately, the ebony boy's anger didn't seem to last long as he rapidly released his fists, letting a sigh out. Cartman relaxed, his smirk coming back. Stan was such a pussy.

"Why would you do that?" the latter asked.

"Because you don't have anyhing for Kyle you just told me that, but maybe I do." Cartman winced at that, jerking his head back.

"You are sick, guys," he said as he couldn't hold the comment. "That's disgusting." Stan, okay, that was not even that surprising, but Kenny. Since when Kyle had become so attractive, he wondered.

"So? Bet?" Kenny asked, totally ignoring Cartman, who, not happy to be ignored, crossed his arms and felt into an ugly frown.

Stan forced himself to take a bit of his sandwich like the whole discussion was not such a big deal before asking, "You really want to bet over that? Don't you think that it's a bit immoral?"

Kenny simply shruged. "No. I'll give it a try anyway, but that's better if there's some competition," he stopped, gazing at Stan. "And money."

"Who talked about money?"

"Fifty. That is my bet. Accept it or turn it down."

Stan didn't really see why he should accept that, but, as he felt some kind of jealousy rise inside him, he started to think seriously about it. Turning down this bet would look like some kind of failure, wouldn't it? And he couldn't possibly let Kenny have Kyle. Even though he was totally not gay. It was not matter of that. It was just that... it was bad. You don't play with feelings like that. Yeah. Stan would accept it only to stop Kenny because... because... dammit.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes like he couldn't care less, although it wasn't exactly true. "I still don't see why I am doing this since I'm not gay for Kyle." He desesperatly tried to argue, no longer sure who he was trying to convince, Kenny or himself?

It was Kenny's turn to roll his eyes. Wow. Stan seemed to be in some big case of denial. "Obviously. And you willingly accept to give fifty dollars away? That makes so much sense!"

This is that perfect moment that Kyle chose to catch up with the other boys. "Sorry, guys. The line was way fucking too long. What were you talking about?" he asked, taking the remaining sit next to Kenny.

Stan ignored the arrival of his friend as he simply seized Cartman's fork – who didn't even argue – and threw it right at Kenny's face as an answer to his last sentence. The next moment, Kenny was laying on the floor the fork stuck in his skull, swimming into his own blood and rats starting to gather around.

"O-Oh my God, Stan! You killed Kenny!"

Stan simply shruged and settled himself back in his chair, looking anormaly pissed. "And?"

"I hate you, guys. All of you." Cartman conclued.

So, I woke up a few days ago with this idea in mind and here it goes. Let's say that this is my Happy New Year present for, well, anyone who will enjoy this really short introduction!

This might look like a Style/K2 at first and, true, it is even though the K2 part will soon enough be replaced by a little something called "Crenny" I'm used to reading Style fanfictions with a bit of Bunny alongside, but not today, boy! Today, it's time to change! We are in 2015 now! Some other minor couples might as well make an apparition, but I'm not sure which ones yet (somehow, I'm a bit disappointed I couldn't put Craig in there, but, hey, that's only the intro scene)

Anyway, for those who wondered English is indeed not my native language, so I deeply apologize for the msitakes I may have made. I still hope I could do none, but that's not coming any time soon, is it?

Well! 'Til next time, guys!

- Hetachiyoni