Kenny guessed that it started after he died for the 784th time. (Yes, he kept track.) Stan had looked at him with sad eyes that he'd never noticed before then. Of course, Stan had always looked at him that way when Kenny came back after his death.
"Kenny, how come you keep dying?" he asked. "Why don't you just avoid things that kill you?"
Kenny shrugged. "I guess that would mean I have to stop hanging with you guys, then," he said casually, like a joke.
"No! Don't do that!" Stan cried. "You still have to hang with us!"
"I was joking," Kenny said, raising an eyebrow. Stan nodded. "I… guess I knew that… but still, you can't stop hanging with us."
"I know. I come back every time, too, remember?"
"Uh… yeah, I guess…"
Just then, Kyle called out to Stan. Stan called back, telling Kenny he'd see him tomorrow, and then running off to join his best friend.
Why does he pay so much attention to Kyle? Kenny wondered. We were having a nice talk, too… He shook his head. No. We talk like that all the time. There's nothing different. Why am I so hurt? He decided to push the thoughts out of his head for now, reasoning with himself that it was because Stan was the only one that actually cared when he died.
"Oh my God! You killed Kenny!"
He'd heard it a few times before blacking out and walking to Hell's Gate, along with a quick "You bastards!" from a voice that had no trace of concern, unlike the deeper voice of Stan. It was always laced with some feeling… it seemed like, "Oh no, Kenny… you're dead! What if you don't come back this time? What'll we do?"
That's what Kenny liked to think. He had no idea if his fantasies were true or not.
Regardless, it was that day that Kenny realized he had a crush on Stan Marsh.
He knew that he'd had strange feelings before that: his face warming up, a desire to be close to Stan all the time, a strange way of giggling when Stan said something funny. Since when do I giggle? Kenny asked his mind. I sound like a stupid little girl. I must really be gay.
His 784th return had solidified his suspicions: he was, in fact, gay.
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Class dragged on slowly, as usual. Kenny barely paid attention, his mind constantly wandering off to write stories of how pathetic he was, chasing one of his best friends who would most likely never love him back.
When do we get to blow things up? He wondered. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get paired up with Craig.
Craig was worse than Kenny in that Class. He got absolutely horrid grades, and basically went to class just to blow up everything he could. Last time Kenny was his partner, he caught on fire when Craig "accidentally" put a flammable substance on Kenny's sleeve. He'd died right there in the classroom, and the teacher had merely said, "Oh my, Kenny's dead again. Craig, take him to the counselor."
Kenny didn't mind dying, really, it gave him time to think things over. The only thing he hated about it was the pain before the death and the headaches after it. He had gotten used to Hell and didn't even consider it a bad place anymore. It was like a second home to him (albeit, his home wasn't really a place of comfort.), and he liked talking things over with the son of Satan, Damien (who, apparently, was also gay, and had a thing for Pip, the little Brit that had basically been Damien's first real friend). When he'd told Damien he liked Stan, Damien confided in Kenny that he had also liked a boy from South Park.
The two of them were becoming close, in actuality.
"Craig, your partner is Kenny."
Craig grinned deviously at the Blonde teen, who smiled back, hidden under his hood so it wouldn't be seen. Tomorrow, when they did their lab, Kenny would die.
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A/N: I can see Kenny and Damien maybe becoming friends, and you can't deny the awesomeness of DamienxPip. Plus, Craig seems the type to kill Kenny just for a joke, right? He's cool, so I just had to put him in my story.Then again, I'll have to put Tweek in it eventually… Can you see Tweek twitching so violently he spills acid on Kenny?
I'm joking, of course. But I love Tweek.
Please excuse this rant. Please review!