This is a little one shot I thought of hours ago inspired by the art scene from the movie Titanic. It's not like the scene at all, it just gave me an idea,but; I was thinking of making a story based on Titanic.(Okay, well basically the same plot, diff characters, and slash)But I'm still not sure. So tell me what you think of the idea in a review.
Kenny tapped his pencil on his desk. He had artist's block; if there were ever such a thing. For his art class he had to draw a particular subject, and only that. It could be anything. Flowers, scenery,nature,people—whatever the artist chose.
He couldn't choose. At first he wanted to draw a bowl of apples and oranges and banana's, but soon lost interest after remembering that when he drew, ,you couldn't tell the differences between his apples and his oranges, which turned him off from the subject. He thought about a romantic sunset, but couldn't when it was already half past nine in the night; the sun already set and the project was due tomorrow. That left animals and people. Animals were out, since the incident when the squirrel stole his pencil and it somehow stabbed him to death. That only left people.
But who? He thought of Butters. The little blond-haired boy who was cute and adorable,even at sixteen. But he'd probably pose, which was frowned upon in the class and Kenny didn't need another failing grade. He thought of Cartman, but did he really want to draw all that fat and those five chins? No way. Plus he always had problems drawing chubby people, to say politely. That left Kyle and Stan. Kyle had too much detail on his hair, and Kenny was not in the mood to draw curly haired jews. Plus he'd have to make a copy for his mother--talk about awkward.
That left Stan. Which was his last choice by default. That, and the fact Kenny had a crush on him ever since eighth grade.
Kenny called up Stan. "Hello? Is Stan there? It's..Kenny."
"Just a second." Kenny heard a click and winced at the yell."Hey turd! You've got a phone call!"
Kenny waited impatiently. He just hoped Stan would come—so he wouldn't fail the assignment and get a sixty-nine in the class, and actually fail art.
"Hello?"
"Stan?!"
"Kenny? What's up? Is something wrong?"
"No,no,no, no. Every thing's fine; I just wanted to know if you can come over."
"Dude, it's kind of..late. I'm in the middle of my homework, so I don't know if I can."
No, it won't take long; it's homework! I just needed you to help me with my art homework; it should take no more than an hour.
"Alright, I'll be right over."
"Alright Stan, if you could put your hand right here and not move.." Kenny looked over at Stan who was in an awkward position.
"Ken, how much longer do I have to stay like this? My hand feels awkwardly warm."
"Just one more second Stan, I'm almost done." Kenny drew the final touches. "There, my almost-A plus material. You can get up now."
Stan got up and peeked over Kenny's shoulder at the drawing. "Was it necessary to draw the little stars on my boxers too? Couldn't you just leave it black or something?"
"No, I am the artiest," Kenny said in a poor,obviously fake French accent. "And you don't tell us what to do. I mean, did they tell Da Vinchi how to paint the Mona Lisa?"
Stan chuckled. " I'm sure Da Vinchi wasn't blushing all threw painting the Mona Lisa, unlike a certain someone."
Kenny bit his lip. "I wasn't blushing, It was just hot in here. We can't all have fancy clothes like you."
Stan shook his head,"I've got to go now. Bye-" He was cut off by Kenny kissing him.
Stan pushed away. "No, I've got to go Ken. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, Stan left.
Kenny saw him in the hall a week after he got his grade back. He didn't say anything but "Stan, I got an A." But was cut off by Stan kissing him.
END.
Blah, It didn't come out as good as I hoped. I got distracted right in the middle and lost all my thoughts.