So hey! This is my first story! This was made because I FUCKING LOVE Kenny! He's cute, and sweet, and he's the character with the dark, and perverted identity underneath! Yeah, I just started watching South Park again so I had to! Anyway...

Cartman: Start The fucking chapter!

Me: I have PMS and a fucking golf club! Don't push me! Well let's begin! So I love Kenny and I wanted him with someone! Don't judge me!

About seven years had passed, the boys were sixteen, and they were in South Park High School, about to start the second half of the eleventh grade.

Like usual, they started, walking to the bus stop, all except Cartman. When they turned sixteen, they all got there license, but after crashing, Stan wasn't allowed to use the car. Kyle's mom said he was much too young with a fragile brain for that type of liberty and independence. And of course, Kenny wouldn't be able to use the car his dad needed to, I don't know, carry meth and beer? Cartman, in the end, was the only one allowed to drive at all, and of course, he had to be a douche by driving past, showing off, with the car he didn't deserve.

"Hey, motherfuckas!" Cartman yelled, as he drove past in his nice car, with the radio blaring rock music. He drove by leaving dirt and muddy water on them. Stan and Kyle took off their hats angrily to wring them out, while Kenny shook to shake out water like a dog.

"Goddammit!" Kyle yelled.

"Son of a bitch!" Stan continued.

"YOU FUCKING FATASS!" Kenny loudly muffled out.

They groaned as they climbed on the bus, and sat near the little kids. Not only was sitting with annoying little kids and Cartman bad enough but they had to get up early to take the bus since there was no high school bus.

"So what were you talking about earlier, Kyle?" Stan asked.

"Well, I heard there's a new girl in our homeroom today!" Kyle said, fixing his green hat.

"Really?" Kenny asked. "Why?"

"I think she's moving, uh what did Mr. Garrison say? DAMMIT!" Kyle yelled in annoyance. "Oh yeah, it has to do with her dad's job. She comes from a fucking rich family!"

"Like how rich?" Stan asked.

"Like owning companies and shit..."

"Goddamn!" Kenny and Stan responded.

"Her name is Tracy Lewis, and I think she's a bitchy snob."

"Aw, man!" Kenny muffled out. "A bitch again!"

They reached Mr. Garrison's class.

"'Okay children, lets start with some algebra.' We should, shouldn't we, Mr. Hat?" Mr. Garrison said in his stupid voice.

"Um, Mr. Garrison," Cartman said. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Eric! Did you just say the 'F' word?!" Said Mr. Garrison.

"No! It was Kyle! Look at his guilty Jew face!" Cartman yelled.

"What the hell, Fatass?!" Kyle yelled.

"Kyle!"

"What the fuck guys! Cartman why are you such a dumbass!" Stan yelled out.

"Stanley!" Mr. Garrison screamed.

"What the fuck?!" Kenny muffled out.

"KENNY!"

Suddenly, they all shut up as a sixteen-year-old girl came in. She was obviously a tomboy. She had denim skinny jeans, a blue T-shirt with a white tank top underneath, white sneakers with black stripes, and a thick black jacket. She had short brown, spiky hair, with bangs and a knit gray beanie. Her eyes were green, and she looked as if she could be a model except two things: One, she was a bit too short, and two, she had freckles dusting her nose and cheeks.

"Um, I'm supposed to be here." She said. She was wondering why people were yelling and why a boy in an orange parka and a fat boy in red were standing on chairs.

"Oh, Ms. Lewis, of course." Mr. Garrison said, pulling the puppet off his hand.

"That's Tracy?" Stan asked quietly.

"I-I guess so." Kyle said.

"She doesn't look like a bitch!" Kenny said.

"Hm..." Cartman said. "Nah, she's a bitch. She's just maybe a little cool."

"She's really...pretty." Kenny muffled. "With huge tits and..."

"Oh my God!" Cartman yelled. "You like her?"

"No!" He said a little too loudly, causing people to look. "I mean she is kind of hot but I couldn't see her and me together."

"Kenny and some bitch, sitting in a tree, Hahahaha!" Cartman laughed.

"Well, she's rich and I'm poor so... we probably don't have a lot in common." Kenny mumbled, just barely understandable. "Second, I don't think that bitch can handle what I'm packing." He smiled, causing all of them to laugh.

And then that girl sat next to Kenny, which shut them all up.

"Hi." She said, as Mr. Garrison went to the board, writing problems.

"H-hey." He muffled back.

"I'm Tracy."

"I'm Kenny." He blushed for some reason, and tightened his drawstrings, closer around his face.

'Well that was pretty bad' He thought, tightening the strings even harder.

He, in this time, even had a perverted fantasy.

Well, he is Kenny.

He was getting so deep in the fantasy, he let out a long sigh/moan and everyone stared. The boy blushed a bright red and covered his face with his arms. He also realized that she probably wouldn't like something else; how he looked. He still had of mud and water stuck on to him and his jacket. It smelled horrible.

'Thanks a lot you little fatass!' He thought angrily thinking of Cartman covering them.

After school, Tracy had disappeared. Just as soon as it ended, she left. Kenny thought that was better, he could think, without nearly vomiting. Him and the guys threw a football around.

"Hey, bitches! Check it out! I'm like John Elway! I'm like my dad!" Cartman laughed.

"Just throw the ball!" Kyle yelled.

"Don't rush me you little bitch!

They threw the ball around until Kenny was about to catch the ball. And then-

"Hey!" Tracy's voice rang out.

The ball hit Kenny right in his balls. "Ow!" He screamed. "That fucking hurt!"

Kyle looked grossed out, Stan tried to help Kenny get up, and Cartman was laughing his ass off.

"Okay! I-I'm fine!" He muffled out. "Get the fuck off me!" They all backed off.

"Are you okay?" Tracy asked, looking at the strange little boy.

"Yeah!" He said. "What do you want?!"

"To hang out with you guys." She said instantly.

"Why?!" Cartman asked.

"Because my dad is with his fourth wife and I don't wanna see her because I hate her!"

"His fourth wife?" Stan asked.

"IT'S A LONG STORY!" She yelled. "Can I play with you?"

"Okay!" Stan said as Cartman said. "No!"

"I'm Stan," Stan said. "This is Cartman, Kyle, and you know Kenny."

"Hi, everybody! And, you Cartman, why are you such a little fat bitch?"

"Because you look like a whore." He said back in his usual, refusing to give up voice.

She walked by him, and got right in his face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE, SHITTY FAGGOT!"

He went flying backwards on his ass. The rest of them laughed hysterically.

"Okay," Kyle laughed. "Let's play."

They tossed around the football more. Tracy was very agile and fast. She landed straight in front of Stan to catch the ball.

"Okay we're gonna practice tackling now. Kenny?" Cartman asked. They always used Kenny for tackling, because, unknown to them, since he died so much, tackling him didn't even hurt most of the time.

"Okay, well little bitch," Cartman asked. "You probably should just watch so you don't hurt yours-" He turned around as Tracy ran past.

Kenny watched her running right for him. "Oh fu-" He muffled as she tackled him and landed right on top of him. His entire face got warm and he felt a major sensation in his pants.

Kenny's POV

Okay, this is not my fault. I was in pain but when I felt that curved body against mine, major boner.

Hey! Call me a perv but just was it really my fault? She was the one with her huge tits jumping on me.

"Uh," I stood up and dusted myself off. "I gotta take a shit."

I shot past everybody, ran into the bathroom, locked myself in a stall, and pulled down my pants.

"Oh God!" I breathed out. I grabbed myself by my dick and, well, you probably don't wanna hear this.

(15 minutes later)

3rd POV

Kenny left the bathroom, with his face red and sweaty. He was glad they couldn't see the highly pleasured smile he had.

"Kenny? Bro, what's wrong?" Kyle asked.

"He was fucking himself in there, jackass!" Cartman said. "I mean look at him!"

"Where did Tracy go?" The hooded boy asked.

"She said she had to go. Her dad called her saying he'd be home in 18 minutes and she said he thought she was in her room." Stan asked. "She sneaks out a lot, apparently."

"Well, so you like her?" Cartman asked.

"Well, kind of." He said through his parka.

They all looked at him.

"Okay, she is fucking hot! With those huge tits! I mean I got to touch them! Oh God!" He looked ready to run away again, but they grabbed him.

"Bro, calm down. Be cool." Cartman said.

"Dude!" He muffled. "I haven't cheesed for seven years! Just let me see your cat, motherfucka! It'll let me see things I need!" He yelled, attacking Cartman.

"AW, DAMMIT! Ow! My face!" Cartman yelled.

"Hey chill!" Stan and Kyle yelled. They pulled Kenny off of him.

"Oh, forget it! I hate my life! I never get to see boobs!" He cried.

"Dude, you saw boobs by cheesing, porn, and anything else possible! You've seen more tits than the seniors!"

"I haven't seen her tits! IT'S NOT FAIR!" He ran off angrily.

AW, POOR KENNY! He has needs and Tracy probably doesn't like him. And Tracy is strange! Okay so this is my first story so if it seems awkward or whatever, SORRY! I just...I can play out really good scenes in my mind but when I try to type them, they come out kind of choppy and weird.

PREVIEW!

Kenny was messing around, folding paper into an origami swan when a folded piece of paper fell on his desk. He unfolded it and blushed.

It was a picture of Kenny and Tracy kissing. She had no shirt on and was grabbing his pants' zipper. He was touching all over her boobs.

He looked to see Cartman smiling evilly and laughing. Kenny gave him the finger, and stuck the note in his folder.

Then another note landed on his desk. He was about to bust Cartman's balls, when he realized it had cursive writing in purple ink.

Hey Kenny. It's Tracy.

He looked to see her reading The Hunger Games. She looked and waved to him.

He pulled out a pen and wrote, Hi, Tracy.

He passed it back, and it came back to him a minute later.

Hey so do you wanna hang out after school?

He was surprised.

Sure! Uh where?

She thought a second then wrote.

My house. I have a ton of video games! GTA, Halo, and Black ops!

He smiled. Sure.

So they have a date! Kind of! Well, how will it go? I'll update soon! It is kind of funny. I'm writing South Park fanfiction and watching South Park. Yay!

-SouthParkLover536