"No… no… seriouslah it's true. He… he… oh god HAHAHAHAHA…" the voice of Eric Cartman echoes across the table, "Clyde, the going out with Jessie, Clyde Donavan. HAHAHAHAHAHA…"
"Get on with it fat ass!"
"Ay, I'm not fat! Anyways Clyde has a crush on Kenny and that's not even the best part. He had a fight with Jessie over it. Cause when, right you guys aren't gunna believe this, right, she asked him 'who's the most beautiful person in the world' right, right, and normally, he'd say 'you are' oh my god HAHAHAHAHA…" Eric stopped for breath "and this time right he stares right past her and says 'Kenny McCormick' and she slaps him right across the face HAHAHAHAHAHA…" the fat boy looks around the table expecting shocked faces or laughter, when the only thing that greeted him were Kenny's words;
"How come people always use feminine words to describe me?"
"Because dude, that's what you are."
"I'm not feminine Marsh; I could whoop your sorry ass into next year."
"That's not what I said dude, you look feminine not act it."
"Yeah face it dude, half the guys from Middle Park where hitting on you when we were freshmen, before we told them you weren't a girl." Kyle chipped in. Kenny frowned, he knew his friends were right he did look a bit like a girl, he was only 5"4 and really slim and had a rather feminine build, and girly hands, and girly facial features. But he was OBVIOUSLY a boy.
"Yeah, and now Clyde fancies you"
"Shut up lard ass Clyde might not have even heard her question." Kenny retorts
"Oh, he heard it dude." A voice says from behind them and they turn to see Craig standing there.
"How do you know?" Kyle questioned.
"He's pretty broken up about it, he thinks that liking Kenny makes him a fag." He states taking a seat at the table and pulling out his lunch.
"It does."
"No it doesn't."
"DUDE! It does, encase you haven't noticed I'm not a girl, so Clyde liking me makes him a fag."
"It doesn't mate, over half the guys in this school think your cute, you look so much like a girl that it doesn't count."
"Guys don't fancy me. You're just fucked up." Kenny growls
"Whatever, I'd just avoid Kevin in the locker room if I were you."
"That's sick Craig; some of us are trying to eat." Stan says. Kenny stands and leaves the table. He's too pissed off at Craig to sit there any more.
He stood at the back of the gym and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket someone approached him as lit it.
"What's wrong with you?" a French accent spoke out, "you look like someone just died."
"DO you think I look like a girl Christophe?"
"Yes, I do, a very pretty girl at that." He frowned and the smiled "is that what is wrong with you? People thinking you are a girl."
"Yeah" Kenny exhaled smoke, and Christophe took hold of his chin and lifted it so there eyes met.
"What is wrong with people thinking you look pretty?" the French boy questioned, holding his own cigarette in his free hand,
"Nothing I guess it's just-" he was cut of as Christophe's lips met his own, the shock he felt evaporated in seconds as he kissed the French boy back.
Throwing his smoke aside Christophe smiled into the kiss he deepened it rapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist.
After what felt like a millennium they parted.
"There is nothing wrong with being pretty Kenny."
"No. I don't think there is."