Yeah. I have a sudden liking for Kendy...it's just a cute pairing, albeit complete crack. I actually wrote this a while ago. But I rewrote bits, and figured it was no worse than my other stuff.
Not sure to whether to keep this as the oneshot/drabble it is, or to use it as a prologue for a story. Any comments or suggestions either way would be appreciated. Plus reviews are always awesome.
South Park © Matt 'n' Trey
I watch her from our spot next to the wall near the lockers. She is fucking gorgeous. Long, shiny black hair looking like something out of a shampoo ad, yellow skirt, which, on any other girl would look like something out of Old Yeller, but on her, looks divine (and shows what a nice ass she has, which is always a good thing in my book), lilac jacket, hiding that shirt she wears, that looks like the retarded unicorn on it is barfing stars. And the eyes.
God, there should be a warning about those eyes. Or at least, about those eyes looking into yours, gorgeous chocolate brown meeting the fucked up cyanide blue colour that yours are, while she says she loves you, making your heart pound, and whatever worries you have in your head instantly vanish. There should be a warning about those eyes that fill up with tears, and refuse to meet yours, two days later; when she says that it just can't happen. Not ever.
If I were a complete emo pussy, I would be crying now. Possibly while slashing my lily-white hands with a switchblade and enjoying the sick pleasure it would give me. But this is the real world. In the real world, my hands are rough-skinned, and tanned, and would heal any wound the next time I died. In the real world, self-harming is pointless and self-indulgent, something I don't have time for. In the real world, you just deal with things and move on.
Especially if your name happens to be Kenny McCormick.