"Collected Drabbles"

by JVM-SP150

JEALOUSY (Kenny/Wendy)

It was all supposed to be a big ruse, a joke. Kenny'd take Wendy to the dance for Stan and that'd be it. Just to watch over his buddy's girlfriend, nothing serious, keep anyone else from snatching her. He'd step aside and let the golden couple get back together. He didn't count on a lot of things. Like Wendy actually being sweet about everything - he was used to her being the bitch taking his buddy away. And here he was, standing across from her on the dance floor at Park County High, in a shimmering dress, almost unrecognizable if not for that trademark beret.

This was all supposed to be fake, but it didn't feel fake. When he took her hand and kissed it to greet her, it didn't feel fake. When he put on hand on her waist and another on her back, it didn't feel fake. When they glided across the dance floor together, it didn't feel fake. When he dipped her down, it didn't feel fake, and when their faces were inches apart, their eyes half-shut, the music slow, none of it felt fake. It all felt so very real, and in another world, another universe, perhaps it was real. Perhaps, the idea of Kenny McCormick and Wendy Testaburger, the self-centered chauvinistic pervert and the posessive bitchy feminist, wasn't such a far-fetched and crazy idea.

But when the lights went on, and the music stopped, and the custodians began to clean, and the gym began to clear up, it was back to reality. At the end of the day, everything would go back to normal, and Kenny was reminded this wasn't another world, not another universe, but the same reality he'd always inhabited, the reality where everyone already knew their destiny, and where Wendy Testaburger was (romantically speaking) the sole property of Stan Marsh. Where everything that had just happened was practically a brief interlude of fantasy into the very real lives the teenagers lead.

"God, Wendy, I'm sorry..." came Stan's voice as he approached them, going on and apologizing for whatever it was that had gone wrong between the unbreakable couple this time. Kenny could feel his heart - the one that usually reminded him of it's existence by failing in one way or another - sink in his chest, knowing it was over, the ruse was done, the mission was accomplished, and it was all back to normal like nothing had ever happened. He dusted off his dirty, stained old tuxedo and walked to the door with a heavy sigh. He could save his own pride and say she was just a cockteasing bitch, and displace himself of the blame, but he knew he couldn't manage that much.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and sat outside the school on the front steps. He could feel the little pulse in his heart that told him he knew exactly what he wanted, but Kenny knew no matter how detailed, complicated and full-proof of a scheme he could come up with to win her heart, it was of no use. He could come up with a million plots, spend hours slaving away at the perfect plan to make her his, to get exactly what he wanted, but deep down he knew the truth, as much as he wanted to deny it. The obstacles were too complex, the problems too big, and the situation too grim... but the fantasy would never die.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, "I had a lot of fun tonight." Wendy said, breaking the long silence of the date, those full, light lips curling up as she gave Kenny a light, soft kiss on the cheek, "I'll see you in school sometime." she told him as she walked off with Stan to the car, the other boy proudly in his 'Cows' football jacket, arm around the girl he loved so very much, the girl he deserved, no matter how jealous Kenny felt. He could give her everything she wanted, make her feel so special, in all of the ways Kenny knew he never could. She'd be happier with him, and he knew it.

He let out a final sigh, got up and began making his way home, reminding himself smart, pretty rich girls don't fall for stupid, perverted poor boys.