HunniePark

by jleecip

Stan Marsh may have been a foot-ball star in school, but now that he's graduated and in the real world, finding a date can be hard. Luckily, the odds were with him, and he met Kenny, a boy claiming to be a "love fairy." After proving that his words had truth to them, he aids Stan in talking to boys, and maybe even getting lucky with a few, too!

2. Chapter 2

Note: I do believe a sincere thank-you is in order for those who reviewed Chapter-One of HuniePark! Your reviews mean a lot more to me than you could imagine, and thus I've decided to get off my fat lazy ass and write more FanFiction. However, first I need to get a few things in check before we continue onward with the story:

1. My life is very confusing and thus I am usually busy doing something other than writing, even if I am on my computer. I apologize in advance, but updates will tend to take a large amount of time!

2. Please don't let my horrible grammar and punctuation persuade you to stop indulging yourself in my shitty FanFiction.

3. Please just pretend I'm a foreigner to the English language, then maybe you'll find it in your heart to feel bad for how untalented I am.

4. I DO STILL ATTEND SCHOOL. "So what?" Well, this means I'll probably update this story LESS frequently when school begins again...sorry, guys.

(Still) [8:00 AM; Stan's Bedroom.]

After Stan showered, he emerged from the bathroom in his trade-mark brown- button-up jacket and a pair of distressed blue jeans. "There you are!" Kenny puffed his cheeks out, attempting to look annoyed at the fact Stan took so long. "Damn, uh- 'Kenny,' I was only in there for fifteen-minutes," Stan huffed, furrowing his thick, black brows, "besides, why are you still here." Kenny put his hands on his hips, unamused. "Well, jack-ass, someone has to show you the ropes!" Keenny growls, shifting his expression quickly to that showing cockyness. "I have a place in mind, like it or not, I don't care." The fairy hummed, grabbing Stan by his collar and yanking him along to the park, but luckily Stan grabbed his sneakers before he was entirely heaved out of his own home.

They arrived at said park and sat down on a bench, Kenny's wings fluttering. Luckily there was nobody there, since as far Stan's knew, other people could see him casually sitting next to a fucking fairy that's half naked. "Well? Woo me, butch-boy?" Kenny chuckled. Unfortunately, Stan didn't do very well, but Kenny let him slide by since it was his first practice session. "Well...that was...an interesting conversation." Kenny chuckled nervously.

Sorry for this pathetic piece of shit, I just want to prove that I am still alive and kicking! I promise to write more next time!