First fic guise, so enjoy! Not that that is an order.
Disclaimers and shit- I don't own South Park nor the characters, and that's probably for the best. That is all.
A Stenny fic-CH1
His smile
He opened his pale blue eyes. They've been like that since he was old enough to realise that his parents' fights weren't all fun and games. It wasn't like it was in the playground at lunch with some of the guys, or like the arguments that Cartman and Kyle had. It was worse. Less innocent. He looked out his window. Judging by the angle the sun reflected of his broken window, he was too late to catch the bus to school. Not that he wanted to anyways. He lifted up his signature orange parka, checking for any new scars that his latest death may have given him. He sighed, what were the chances that a whaling spear was going to pierce his chest. Actually, for Kenny, it was pretty high.
Fortunately, Stan didn't have to face the same daily fear as Kenny. To anyone else, his life would seem perfect. Loving family, loyal best friend, good grades, school football star, he even has the girl he has been crushing on since he was 10. But to him, his life was far from what anyone else thought. To him it was monotonous. When he was younger, he always had the oppurtunity to hang out with his friends and everyday was different. But because of all the pressure for him to be the perfect student and socialite, he had quickly drifted away from half of his childhood friends. That was the one thing he regretted the most. He often wondered what his fat ex-friend plotted. Though Cartman was always a dick, Stan now thought was fun to have him around while he did. He also found himself wondering, a lot, about his less fortunate friend. The quiet one, the one that could never be replaced. Kenny seemed to have spiralled downwards quickly after Stan drifted away. He did just what everyone thought he was going to do, he was what everyone expected him to turn out like. He was the resident school whore, he never said no to neither a dare nor a request, he skipped class a lot, only showing up to his Art and Home Ec classes. Despite Stan's departure, Cartman and Kenny still hung out around and after school, now accompanied by Craig and Tweek, sometimes Kyle joined them when they weren't up to something bad, which was rare. But Stan didn't have the courage to even speak to his old friends. Damn reputation.
That was until one day, he saw Kenny die. Right in front of him. Most people thought "How the fuck did he get hit by a whaling spear?" or something along those lines and either stared or simply left. But Stan, despite the fact he avoided him for 6 years, ran to his ex-best friend's side. He held back tears as blood leaked from the dying boy's chest and onto the dirty tiles just outside the school's entrance.
"Hey," Kenny said with a weak smile, "it's been a long time."
"Too long," Stan replied, removing the hood and wiping a strand of hair away from the face of the boy lying in front of him. He was beautiful. Seeing his uncovered face only a few times wasn't enough. A single tear fell, but he didn't notice.
"I know, but I'm glad you're here now." Kenny said before beginning to cough. Stan knew he didnt have long, he needed to get his words in now.
"I- I miss you, Ken."
"And I'm gonna miss you." Kenny whispered, closing his eyes, a faint smile still plastered on his face."Ken..." Silence.
"Ken..?" Silence again.
"KEN?!" Stan whispered spilled over, running shamelessly down his cheeks. People stared, he could almost hear the gossiping whispers now, saw it printed like a headline.
'School Jock cries by the side of dying School Whore'.
"Why do they even have these stereotypes and rules anyways?" Stan said in between sobs. He didn't care that this would effect his social status, or that he was going to be laughed at, stared at, whispered about and whatever the fuck else the students of South Park High decided to do. Stan only cared that He was gone.