Author's Note:
Hello, it's me again. It'sAllGooeyAndSticky. You can call me Jet. I finally came up with the Stenny I promised. But I didn't do it alone. This plot was taken with permission from TrippNessa. A while back there was a situation where someone was stealing her work, and claiming it as their own. I asked permission, and here is the result. As you can see, it is not word for word, and some events are different. I did it because I liked how it looked with Stan and Kenny as the pairing. Please review, and make sure to check out TrippNessa's story, Unintentional.
All Fun and Games Until…
I: Annoyed
"Pass me a lemonade." Cartman said kicking Stan in the shin from the floor.
They were sitting in Kyle's living room watching Dude Where's My Car. None of them were really paying attention to it, and they all were starting to get the urge to voice aloud their opinions. Kyle almost livid with anger.
"Get your own damn drink, fatass." Stan said as he sat there ready to fall asleep.
"You're holding the damn cans, football fag!" Cartman shouted as he reached a hand out.
Stanley was the quarterback of the football team. He liked it, but it still brought him down a lot of the time. He was constantly pressured to do well by his mom and dad. Okay… maybe just by his dad. Cartman said that there wasn't a lot to be said for a teenage male who liked football. He claimed Stan was obviously gay.
"Everyone knows that all the footballers spend their extra time being fucked, or fucking the coach and each other." Cartman had said one afternoon when they had all been gathered in his living room. "So, have you let Martinson fuck you yet?" he had asked referring to the coach.
"Pass me a drink, Stan." Kenny said from beside him.
"Here you go, dude." Stan said handing a drink to Kenny.
"He just gave you a drink because he wants to fuck you!" Cartman said standing up as Kyle and Kenny burst into laughter.
"Oh yeah." Stan said snickering. "Kenny, I totally want my hard throbbing dick up your tight little white ass." He said as he stared at the smaller boy's blond hair. "Kenny say yes baby." He moaned. "Tell me you're mine, and let's go make sweet love."
"Your place or mine, stallion?" Kenny asked becoming serious as all hell. That only made Kyle laugh harder. "Can't wait to feel that hot stud slamming into me. Just how I like it." Kenny said standing up. "Let's go, baby." He said pulling Stan up with him.
"Kiss me." Stan said as he leaned down towards Kenny.
Both of them fell apart with laughter as they pulled away. Neither of them actually willing to kiss the other one. Stan still was trying to battle through the laughter, when he realized that Cartman had left.
"Where did fat fuck go?" Kenny asked standing up and wiping sweat from his forehead.
"He didn't say." Kyle said breathing hard.
"Okay, boys." Ike said from the corner of the room. The fifteen year old had been sitting on the floor trying to watch the movie. "This movie officially sucks fucking floppy donkey balls." He said standing up and turning it all off. "I cannot believe we paid that much, to rent such a fucking shit load of trash."
"Watch your mouth, Ike." Kyle said sitting back down. "Mom might be around the corner."
"It's funny." Stan observed as he sat down as well. "It's a little weird saying bad words and not having to hear the voices of your parents say anything to you." He said smiling.
"They return within the month." Ike said bitterly. "They say they don't wanna risk Kyle and I blowing up the house."
"In the meantime…" Kenny said smiling gleefully at Kyle. "You can suck all the dick you want and still be a virgin! Mary!..." he shouted as he stood and started running around the house.
Everyone started to laugh, and Stan and Kyle watched as Ike and Kenny took up the Most Offensive Christmas Song Ever. Kenny and his Canadian friend were laughing so hard by the end it was unbelievable that they hardly hung out. They acted close to each other. Just like all four of them did.
"See you two later." Stan said as he got up. "I think you picked a sucky movie this time, Kyle. Don't make me watch it again."
"Have a safe trip home, you too." Ike said smiling at Kenny and Stan as they both headed for the door.
"I better see you in home room tomorrow, Kenny." Kyle spat. "Serious, dude. If you keep fucking up like that, you will-"
"-Not graduate." Kenny cut in. "I know, mom." He spat. "I'll be there. Happy?"
"Kenny I really want to see you make something of yourself." Kyle said bitterly. "You are a smart student if you just apply yourself."
"Coming over to my place?" Stan asked as they walked down Kyle's drive.
"You mind?" Kenny asked. "I really don't want to go home right now. The situation's pretty bad."
"They all still have chicken pox?" Stan asked.
"Mom got rid of them, dad still has fever, and Kevin? He had them when he was a kid so he don't have to worry." Kenny said smiling. "He can take care of Karen and dad."
"Sure then. Come on over." Stan said softly. Shelly won't mind, I'm sure."
Stan's family had fallen apart several years back. Sharon had become so depressed she moved out of the house and left Shelly and Stan alone. But Stan had been sixteen, and Shelly twenty. Now they owned the house, and hardly spoke with mom and dad. Shelly had calmed down some. She didn't beat on Stan anymore, anyway. But, that didn't mean she wasn't still rude on occasion.
"How the hell did all the joking around start?" Stan asked curiously as Kenny and he made it to Stan's place.
"You." Kenny said bitterly. "You tend to get all lovey dovey when you get really drunk." He muttered. "Cartman had thrown a party at his place, and Kyle videotaped your drunk as fuck ass, and … that was that." Kenny explained smiling lightly at Stan as he walked in.
"Oh yeah, huh?" Stan said smiling. "I didn't know the punch had any liquor in it."
"Didn't the slight smell of piss and orange juice hit you hard enough to jog your senses, Stan?" Kenny asked as he and his friend entered the house.
"Hey turds." Shelly said as she came into view. She was sitting on the couch watching CSI Miami. "I made sweet N Sour Chicken today, if you turds are hungry." She said through her lisp.
"Oh!" Kenny and Stan both said smiling politely at her.
"Thank you, Shelly." Kenny said smiling.
"You might as well move in, McCormick." Shelly said stretching a little. "You're over here more than the red headed turd now."
Stan and Kyle were still friends. Kyle was dating Rebecca now, and they were serious. So Kyle threw himself into his studies a lot more and both boys had drifted apart. Kenny and Stan still spent a lot of time together. Mainly because when Stan got really drunk Kenny was the first person he'd go to.
"I'll bring my shit over tomorrow." Kenny joked grinning at her.
"Go eat, you poor turd stick." Shelly said slapping Kenny's ass as he walked by.
"Hey!" Stan said jumping at the opportunity to make a dozen jokes. "That's mine, Shells, keep your girl hands off it."
"Don't worry, baby doll." Kenny said as a wave of laughter hit him again. "I got ten inches for you in my pocket. She can't have those."
"Oooo. Stan cooed moving over to the fridge. "I'll tap that." He said smirking.
"Okay, love birds." Shelly said smiling. "You asked for it"
She stood up and started rummaging around the television furniture. Kenny and Stan were too busy laughing and eating to notice what she was doing until they heard familiar voices.
"You know, that pants makes your bulge show too much, Kenny." Bebe was saying as the music played on.
"It's for the chicks." Kenny said smiling at her. "They love a man with a nice visible instrument." He explained.
The camera moved from Kenny and Bebe, and you could hear Cartman clearly saying Gross!" as he moved away. "Kinny you need to save some for the rest of us." He said as he left.
The next few shots were of people dancing. Soon, Stan came drunkenly into the room. There was token trying to get himself off the ground. He was too drunk to even realize Wendy was on him.
"Hey Stan." Kenny said as he came over and stared at his friend. "Dude! You are plastered, my brother!" Kenny noticed as Stan strode shakily towards him.
"Ken?" Stan said as he looked at his friend. "Got any purple cush?" he asked.
"Nope." Kenny replied. "Token just took my last three bowls." He explained.
Cartman Kenny and Stan started talking. Soon, Stan was too drunk to even stand, and Kenny was forced to try and take his ass home.
As they tried to make their way out of the Cartman house, Stan and Kenny got themselves into a weird position. Stan had one of Kenny's hands in his, and one of his arms around Kenny's waist. Kenny slowly swayed under the weight of the taller boy. They ended up looking like they were waltzing. They couldn't be heard as they spoke to each other over the blare of music now issuing from the speakers beside Wendy.
Suddenly the floor hit Stan and Ken as they both fell. Kenny, being the smaller boy, was pinned to the ground.
"They're gay!" Cartman had shouted. "They're gonna fuck right here! I knew there was some shit you weren't telling me about, Ken!" Cartman shouted doubling over with laughter.
"You are so immature." Kenny said trying to pry Stan off of him. "Stan doesn't want me that way."
"You don't know that, Ken." Stan said drunkly. "You don't know that at all. I want your popsicle stick in my mouth, babe."
"That's enough, Stan." Kyle said coming to pull them apart.
"Hey." Stan said drunkly to Kyle. "If fatass is so sure we're gay for each other, then he can get what's coming to him." Stan said as he reached for Kenny and pulled him into his arms.
"Oh, right there, dark haired stranger." Kenny moaned trying not to laugh. "Touch on me some more, baby cake."
"Yeah?" Stan asked as he started gently stroking Kenny's hair. "You like it, stud?"
"I forgot how fun that used to be." Kenny said as he and Shelly laughed. Stan was blushing so hard by now.
"I didn't wanna leave my room after I found out that had been videotaped." Stan said wiping sweat off his hair.
"Speaking of tapes" Kenny gasped. "Where did you get this? Cartman's supposed to have it." He exclaimed.
"I had to threaten the little turd to let me borrow it. And I went to various lengths to make an extra copy of it. He doesn't know." Shelly said smirking at him. "I really wanna Facebook some of these shots."
She showed them both all the pictures she considered as candidates for her Facebook page. All of them involved some form of humiliation to one of Stan's class mates. She said she wouldn't post pictures of the actual four of them though.
"Hey!" Kenny shouted as he spotted something. "Gimme!" he shouted taking the control from Shelly.
"What?" Stan asked as he stared at Kenny's shocked face.
"I just thought I saw… something." Kenny said as he rewound a bit.
He put it on pause and started going frame by frame. He spotted the one he was looking for.
"See?" he asked as he paused the movie again.
"Kyle!" Shelly and Stan both shouted.
Kyle had a bottle in his hand and was pouring something into the punch. Kenny looked at Stan.
"That fucker spiked our drink!" Kenny shouted. "I knew punch wasn't that color!"
"Fucking…" Stan had no clue what to say. "…That little son of a bitch!"
"We'll get him." Shelly said smiling broadly at her brother and Kenny. "He has another thing coming. No one humiliates my lil' bro accept me." She muttered.