Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
Tell me What's in Your Heart
I'm a righter
"Come on Kyle, you've been studying all day!" Kyle briefly lifts his gaze from the book to his raven-haired friend in front of him. His eyes drift back down instantly.
"This isn't elementary school. It's high school, our senior year." Kyle says this to his open textbook. Stan rolls his eyes and lets out a long sigh. But he's not giving up yet. With a mischievous grin plastered on his face, Stan yanks the textbook from Kyle's fingers and throws it blindly over his shoulder. Kyle's jaw hangs open in shock.
"Senior year means you have fun too. And besides, I want my best friend there." Kyle closes his mouth and begins chewing on his lip, obviously contemplating what was said.
"Alright." Kyle finally mutters. "But I'm not drinking." Stan holds up his hands dismissively.
"Hey, I won't force you. But watch out for Kenny." As if by some smooth plotline, Kenny enters the kitchen at this moment.
"No fair. I'm not gonna be aggressive towards poor, innocent Kyle." He pauses. "Unless you want me to be." He says, throwing a wink in Kyle's direction. Kyle smiles awkwardly, blushes slightly and shakes his head. Stan's face flushes almost as red as Kyle's.
"I'm taking a shower, I'll be 5 minutes." Kyle mumbles and leaves the room. Stan collapses in the chair once Kyle is gone. Kenny smiles down at him knowingly.
"You're almost as easy to read as a book." Stan crosses his arms, trying his best to brush off Kenny's comment.
"Whatever you say, Dude."
A/N: This is just a small intro for my story, if anyone's interested I'll continue and maybe make it a little longer than a oneshot.