A/N This is my first time writing a south park fanfiction, so be warned it isn't as awesome as those cool writer's you read about. Feedback is appreciated...so...u
Oh, annnnd in case you didn't realize, the pairing is Stenny. It's not mature yet, but it maaaaaaaaaaaaay become that way. If I even get that far. .;; Just work with me here.
To Each Their Own
I've never realized how calming a cigarette between the lips was until now.
I took a drag and exhaled, a plume of smoke escaping my lips like I was some sort of god creating fog. A funny thing really, considering I could never really be a god. Ha, I was probably about the closest thing to Satan- well, besides his son, that is. Yeah, that's me, Kenny McCormick; womanizing low-life extraordinaire. Not only is that my area of expertise, but if you haven't noticed, I'm pretty good at skipping class and failing to live longer than a day too.
I rested against the cool bricks of the school and shoved my hands in my pockets. Normally, you'd see those Goth fags over here, and occasionally a Craig, but I'm the only one smoking this morning. It's quiet and well I admit I'm a little scared by it, I can't say it isn't nice. Looking up towards the sky, I sighed exhaustively. I just barely made it out of the house this morning without being beamed in the head with a frying pan. It's a usual thing, me being kicked out or threatened. Oh, and dying. I guess I'm not really your 'Average Joe' considering, but I manage. I have girls up the ass, literally. Ha, and an average high school reputation, which by teenage means, equals an 'alright life'.
I took another drag and exhaled softly as I scanned the area. You can never be too careful around here, even though it's South Park. Speaking of which, Park Central High is at least a little better than the elementary school. Although that's not really a good thing for me, per se, but for those who care, it's a great educational surrounding. Plus, I really have to watch out some of those clingy girls. They want me and even though I wouldn't normally pass up a good shagging, I'm not necessarily looking for a long term tie-down. I have to be open, right? Girls aren't my only option and I like to take from both baskets, if you catch my drift. I haven't hooked up with many guys in my life. Well none, to be honest. The farthest I've gone with a guy is a little tongue action and possibly some touchy-feely, but not that I would remember. Those things only happen when you're wasted.
I was interrupted from my thinking session when a lanky figure, clad in dark attire, yawned obnoxiously. I forgot that Damien smoked. He pulled out a cig and perched it on his lips as he snapped a flame from his fingers.
"Need a light?" The Son of Satan smirked. I realized that my stick had been just about out. I should really pay attention to things like that; no need for any accidents, ha-ha.
"Sure, why not? Might as well add emphysema to the list of, 'Ways Kenny Shall Die'." I snorted. Removing the burnt-out cigarette from my mouth, I tossed it to the ground. Yawning, I took out another one from my dwindling pack and snuffed out the discarded butt with my dirty sneaker.
"So, I heard you were thinking, eh?" The little bitch sported a shit-eating grin.
"Oh, that funny to you, asshole?" I laughed, matching his smile.
"Only you could have as stupid of a look as you did while thinking." Damien snickered and puffed on his cig.
"Ah, well that's embarrassing…" I scratched the back of my head and flicked some ash from my smoke. It was a cloudy day today, but otherwise, fine weather. Good thing too, because I left my hoodie in my locker and only had a t-shirt on. Not the best choice of garments for South Park, but like I said, it was good weather today.
Damien inhaled and turned towards me, "Well, I just stopped by to make sure you haven't died yet today. Dad's doing some 'renovations' down there and doesn't want you popping in just yet. So don't die until around two today, okay?"
"Alright, I'll just you know, get right on that." I spat sarcastically. Apparently dying every day isn't good enough, now I have a set time.
"Just try and be careful. I don't want my ass kicked because of you." He glared a bit, but his expression faded along with the rest of him. I guess it was convenient to just dissipate into the earth rather than take a bus. Oh well, to each their own, or something like that.
Using some momentum, I pushed myself from the wall and walked towards the back of the school. Walking in through the front meant security and air call things, as well as, 'a shitload of trouble for Kenny McCormick'. As soon as I reached the door, I checked my phone to make sure it was about passing time for the second class of the day. Smart on my part, might I add. It's a lot easier to hide in a crowd of people than just walk in like you've appeared out of thin air. Time hit eight forty-five and I opened the back door cautiously before stealthily slipping into a crowd of kids near a fountain. Letting out a sigh of relief, I casually strode towards my own locker and as expected, there was Stan, ogling over something Kyle was showing him. That's how it was for 'Super best Friends', I guess.
"'Sup guys." I greeted, opening my locker to grab a book I probably didn't even need, much less use.
"Hey, where were you?" The Jew cocked an eyebrow at me questioningly.
"Kyle, we all know the answer to this, relax. Hey, Kenny." Stan said as he leaned against the locker next to mine. The redhead shook his head and crossed his arms.
"Yeah, well unlike you, Stan, I care." Kyle scoffed playfully. The darker haired boy pushed off from the locker in protest.
"I care too, Kyle. This is routine though, so obviously…" He trailed off knowingly. I guess it was routine. Almost every day I went out to smoke during the first class. I've always hated English anyway. I mean, I already speak the language, so why the hell not skip?
"Yes, your assumptions are correct, Stanley, here's your prize." I teased while swirling my finger around in the air like a party favor. Kyle snickered and watched his best friend's irritated face. Stan hated being called by his full name and it was becoming obvious by the sudden red growing on his face. "Ha-ha, I'm sorry. I was just teasing." I laughed.
"Yeah, yeah," Stan sighed, "Well I need to get to Bio, so talk to you guys later." He rounded a corner and left. After a couple seconds or so, Kyle glanced down at his watch before saying his goodbyes and waving off. I huffed and adjusted my book so that it was cradled between my hips and my arm.
Although it sounds weird, seeing Stan angry was kind of cute. I guess I've always found him sort of cute, but then again, who don't I find cute? Ha, well how could he not be cute? Stan has an average build just like any normal high schooler, but he has his quirks. He's a little skinny and pretty tall, although I own him by a couple inches or so. The jock is soft around the hips, yet not as small as Butters or Tweek. Of course, he's stronger and is a bit more toned than most, but that's what football does to you. Being star quarter back of the team last year has earned him a pretty solid spot in the high school hierarchy, so he's pretty well known around here. Plus, his looks get him a bit of passing glances from the ladies. Not that they would chance anything, Wendy has him wrapped around her finger like her little puppy. I guess they're not as bad as it could be, but I am slightly jealous. His hair is always tousled a bit, not quite perfect, but in-between. His eyes are like mine, but a deeper blue, and his face is a bit softer, but it's angling out.
I don't even know why I know all of this, maybe staring at my friends for too long is making me a fag. I must have had that stupid face again though, because Bebe just stopped and stared at me in disbelief.
"Hey babe, you come here often?" I managed to spit out jokingly, "Hey Bebe."
She laughed, "In your dreams, McCormick. What was with the face? Were you thinking?"
"You know, that's actually a funny story, but I have to go." I faked sarcastically. Does everyone just believe that I don't have the ability to think without putting in an extreme amount of effort?
"Whatever Kenny, catch ya later!" Bebe called behind herself as she traipsed away. She was all ass and tits and I would love to put her at the top of my 'to-do' list, but after that dream comment, I'll have to lay off for a bit. Tugging on the belt loops of my jeans, I started towards my next destination of the day; History. I hope there's nothing in there that'll kill me before two.