Twenny…. Loooove!

What comes to your mind when you think South Park, Colorado? Jersey maybe? Quaint little shopping centers? Ball cancer? Well, I've got to say, when I think South Park, I think of all the boys my age. All the possibilities- Craig, Clyde, Butters, Token… Lucky me with my charm and great looks. Anyways, I'm Kenny- Kenny McCormick. You know, that poor kid that always 'dies'? So here I am, strolling in the new shopping center a few blocks from my shitty shelter I call a house. I look at the sky, beautifully painted with pink and orange as a cold breeze blows around my dirty blonde hair. I like it here- quiet and nice, but its been lonely for the past week with Kyle and Stan on vacation, and of course fat ass in summer school…. Shit head. How hard is it to finish your senior year? Wasn't difficult for me at least.

Laughter disturbs the serene quiet of the closing outdoor center, and I turn to my left. Well, what do you know?

"Hey!" I call loudly, taking one brown gloved hand out of my navy blue jeans and waving to the only black kid my age walking out of Abercrombie. Token turns to look at me as he runs a strong hand over his cornrows. Mm. Behind him is Tweek, shaking violently as usual, which kind of makes me laugh.

"Kenny!" Token waves for me to come over, wearing that 'cool kid' smile of his. After all, he is captain of the football kid… I power walked over, glad to finally have another guy to talk to. I was a people person- I loved my talking to everyone, and even though I was kind of an asshole, it seemed people generally liked me. Great for me, yes? "What's up dude? I haven't seen you since graduation!"

"Not much," I laugh, shooting a glance at frightened Tweek before looking back at Token. That's weird… I mean, Tweek is cool and all, but not Token status. Token, noticing my glance, looks almost panicked.

"Uh, Clyde was busy…" he mumbled shyly. I shrugged, not really caring much, just… curious.

"Hey Twee-"

"Hi Kenny!" he blurts out before I can even finish my sentence. I chuckled a bit before he cut me off, continuing absurdly- "That's a cool chain you have attaching your wallet to your pants. I should get one of those- never know who's gonna steal- but what if it getscaughtonSOMETHING?"

"Uh…" I half grinned and laughed at him, watching him shy behind Token as I did.

"Anyways," Token continued, ignoring Tweeks freak out, "I'm having a party on Sunday the you're invited to. Stan and Kyle are getting back in two days right?" Uh… what was the day today? Tuesday right?

"Yeah, why?"

"Could you invite them for me? And please, no one else… That includes Eric," Token answered, seeming a bit threatening. Then again, to ruin one of Tokens parties with a fat, negative douche bag would be like throwing your life away.

"Got it," I half smiled back. "Thanks for the invite."

"No problem," Token shrugged. "Want a ride?"

"Sure," I smiled again as he turned and walked to his beautiful white Mustang GT. I took a seat in the back, watching the houses slowly get worse in condition as we neared my block. I wished I could afford a car, but no job meant no money…

Soon, we pulled into my shitty driveway. "Thanks man- see you Sunday," I called as I shut the door and walked up my driveway, shoving my hands into my warm orange jacket. I loved orange- I don't think I'd ever be able to get a jacket in a different color… I turned to wave when I was at my door, and when I looked at the car parallel parked in front of my house, I saw Tweek staring back at me with soft blue eyes, like the way a young girl might look at me. Wait… what? Why was he looking at me like that? Red filled his face and his head snapped back to looking forward as Token rolled away.