Disclaimer: Do not own them.
Title: Pussies
Summary: Stan isn't a pusseh. StanMark?
Warnings: Slash? Cussing PWP (Kinda)OOC
Couple: StanMark?
Written By: Shino
Inspired By: Commercials. And SP
Comments: D:

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Pussies
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"You're a pussy, Stan."

"No I'm not!"

"Yes, yes you are. And, I can prove it."

Stan crossed his arms and glared at Kenny. "Oh, and how do you think you can do this?"

"It's simple really." Grinning, Kenny waved his arms in the direction of their classroom door. "You're a pussy cause you won't kiss the next person who walks through the door."

"I'm not a pussy!"

"Fine then, kiss the next person who walks through the door."

"Fine then! I will!" Turning, Stan watched the door, intent on proving the blonde wrong.

Kenny chuckled and leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up onto his desk.

They watched for about five minuets, but no one came through.

"What if no one comes?" Stan tilted his head towards Kenny but didn't turn.

"Then you're still a pussy."

The door opened as Stan started to growl.

The first thing they saw was a light blue sweater vest.

"Hey Mark!" Kenny called, waving, a smug grin pulling his lips.

Stan blanched, and blinked in shock.

Beckoning the proper boy to them, Kenny whispered. "Pusseh."

"Uh, hi guys." Mark fidgeted a bit, looking a miffed as to why they were talking to him.

Taking a deep breath. Stan grabbed the teen's collar, pushed him down onto his desk and. . . hesitated.

"Uh, uh."

Stan looked at Kenny who just waved him on.

"What's happening?" Mark asked, hands rising to grab onto Stan's arm.

"I. . ." Stan looked back down at Mark. "I'm going to kiss you."

Arms snapping out and hitting Stan in the face, Mark screeched; "WHAT?"

Growling again, Stan used one hand to bat at Mark's. "I have to prove I'm not a pussy, now hold still."

Flailing again, Mark made an out-raged noise. "WHY ME? Kiss your boyfriend!"

"Ooo," Kenny added helpfully, chuckling to himself.

Stan's eyes narrowed. "And who would that be?"

"Kyle!"

"What about me?"

Stan looked up to see a shock of red hair. "Hang on, I'll explain in a minuet."

Mark started to cry out again but found his mouth a little preoccupied.

"Ah ha ha ha ha! He actually did it!" Kenny slapped his knee and grabbed Kyle's shoulder. "He's cheating on you. You should kick his bitch ass."

Pushing himself back and away from his desk, Stan wiped his mouth. "Ugh, sick."

Kyle nodded slowly, and walked away. "I'm going back to the library, bye."

Mark, who was thoroughly scarred, rolled over, fell to the floor and gagged.

Stan looked at Kenny, "I hate you." Then, turning to the retreating Jew, he got up and walked after him. "Kyle, Kenny put me up to it! I'm not gay!"

Kyle stopped and turned. "Oh, I didn't think you were gay."

Stan sighed with relief.

"I thought you were a homo."

"I'M NOT THAT EITHER!"

Kyle waved a hand in a dismissive manner. "Fine, fine. But, if you want to be, come to my house after school." Turning back around, Kyle resisted the urge to laugh.

Stan stopped in his tracks. "Uh. . ."

"I'm just kidding." Flicking a few fingers over his shoulder, Kyle continued. "But seriously, I got a new game, come over, kay?"

Returning to his seat, Stan made a point to kick the, still gagging, boy on the floor. "Fine."

Kenny swung his legs back and forth. "Ya two are such fags."

Stan raised a finger. "But not pussies."

"Not pussies."

"Good."

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