Chapter 3:

'Je said la verite, L'ai toujours adoree, je sais la verite, jel'ai toujours detestee!'

"Ugh." Stan moaned as he turned away from the noise. He so wasn't a morning person at all...well not since he became a teenager. Thats not all that has changed. He became more rebellious towards his family (well more so now than when he was a kid and it was more towards his father) and a lot of stuff he liked as a kid he now hated. Also his depression has gotten a little worse over the years too but has been kept in check by medication.

'Nos veines ruissellent...envahissent ma tete!'

"God damnit Kenny, turn off your fucking alarm!" Stan said as he swung his arm back to hit Kenny across the stomach. A grunt came from him, Kenny hit Stan back as he turned off his alarm.

"Uh." Stan rubbed his head where Kenny had hit him. For someone who was still basically asleep he sure did have good aim.

Stan went to open his eyes, he had to kick Kenny out so they could get ready for school. When his eye focused he was met with red hair. This freaked the Brunette out to the point he jumped backwards causing both him and Kenny off the bed. As all this happened a shriek left his mouth, sounding like a little girl.

Kyle woken up by the scream. He crawled over to the side of the bed and looked down at the two boys. Stan sat up, he had each leg on either side of Kenny's hips, with out noticing the position he was in, and his back facing him. Stan looked over to the bed to see Kyle looking lost as to what was happening.

"Kyle? What- damn dude I di-" Stan stopped when he felt a pair of hands slowly slip under his shirt and up his torso bringing the shirt with it to expose flesh to the cool air. Stan's face turned to red at this. "K-Kenny, s-stop dude."

"The get your fat ass off of me," Kenny took his hands off of Stan. "Even though I love you sitting on me like this but you're making have to take piss."

"Gross dude." Stan said as he got off the Blonde. He took a seat on his bed after Kyle moved over to give him some room. Stan ran a hand through his bed head, getting his fingers caught from the knots.

Kenny sat up and placed his arms on the edge of the bed. He had one stretched out in front of him while the other was folded under his chin. "Now, now Stan I wouldn't call it gross, we practically dry hump each other in our sleep." A crooked smile came to the Blonde's lips.

"That's true." Kyle chipped in with shyness in his voice.

"Seriously?" Stan questioned. "Thats not what I was talking about."

Kenny let out a laugh as he got up to sit on the bed. "So you like sitting on my lap then. Come on its open." Kenny patted his legs with a big grin on his face.

Stans face lit up. "Hell no dude, that not what I meant. And as for the dry humping thats not true."

Kenny leaned forward to tap Stan's nose. "You know it true Stanley boy."

Stan let out a sigh. He knew it was true deep down but he didn't want to admit it. They have woken up in some pretty compromising positions before. They are fine with it but after what happened that one time with Kenny made Stan not want to admit it was dry humping. He never would even if they would kill him. These two were giving him a headache.

He got off the bed to stretch out his back, it popped in a few places and that felt good. He turned to look over at the clock, it read 5:45 AM. This was normally the time they would wake up when they spent nights like this on the weekdays. This gave them plenty of time to sneak back home and do what they need to be to get ready for school. They set this system up back in middle school because they woke up late and their parents didn't like that they were over at someone's house on a school night.

Both Ks got up to stretch out their muscles too. It so wasn't comfortable sharing a full size bed when there was three people sleeping on it. It can fit two people okay but that was the limit.

"You guys should start heading home. My parents will be up soon if not already and I don't want to deal with my Dad's shit about you guys being here." Stan took a seat on his bed.

Kyle nodded and headed towards the window. Kenny wanted to be a major dick this morning went over to Stan to give him a big wet kiss on the mouth. Kyle gave a little giggle at this while Stan pushed Kenny away from him. Right before Kenny could walk away Stan punched him hard in the gut. Kenny bent over from the hit and just gave the Brunette a smug smirk. Getting punched was worth it to his reaction and get Kyle to laugh some.

After that the Ks left, so everyone could get ready. Stan let out another sigh then laughed. He hated Kenny sometimes but he knew how to get under others sink or laugh by doing random and crazy shit. It was good to hear Kyle laugh plus Kenny was a damn good kisser even if it was meant to be a bad one. Stan got up to get ready for the day.

It was third period, Gym class. Today they had to a physical fitness test and it was mandatory. There were five different stations set up all over: Pull-ups, Sit-ups, Push-ups Shuttle run and the V-sit reach.

All were to see how many you can do with in a minute and for the shuttle run to see how many laps you can do with in a minute. For the V-sit is to see how far you can stretch to or past your feet.

The two Ks, Stan and Cartman got put together and Started at the Shuttle run. Kyle and Cartman went first. Stan started the timer as soon as he told them to go. Kyle was doing pretty good, he kept a steady pace to conserve energy so he didn't too tired fast. Cartman on the other hand started out wheezing not even half way down the set run.

Kenny was trying so hard not to laugh but he couldn't help it. One it was funny to see him be out of breath doing something so simple and two karma was a bitch and she is getting the Fat-ass for what he did yesterday to Kyle. Of course the bigger teen never learned from his mistakes. Stan smirked at the sight and he was going to let his be his punishment instead of beating him up. The school was doing all the work for him.

Stan called time. Kyle did ten laps with in the time limit and Cartman only did one but barely. All three laughed at this, after all this time the tub of lard never bothered to get into shape. He had just gotten bigger as he grew taller. The others stayed in nice shape because they were more active and had sports they played.

Next up was Stan and Kenny. Stan passed the Stop Watch over to Kyle, who in turn told them when to start. Stan and Kenny made a race out of this to see who could do the most laps. They were neck and neck when they started out but when it came time to turn around Stan would slow down while Kenny took them with ease. Once the time was up Kenny beat Stan by one lap.

"Damn..dude." Stan said through heavy pants.

"Tsk, Why are you so out of breath?" Kenny asked as if what he did was nothing. Dying so many times has made his lungs stronger than a normal person's also his endurance and his heart. That's one thing he didn't mind about dying.

"W-Why aren't..." Stan takes in a deep breath. "you all out of breath?"

"Because I have much better endurance than you do, Stanley. Do you think you can keep up with me in the next four stations?" The Blonde asked as a challenge.

"Not a problem." Stan took the challenge. He turned to look at his best friend and Cartman. "Come on you guys. All you." He said the last part to Craig and his little group.

They went through the rest of the stations pretty fast. Stan and Kenny were always close in their competition. They either out did the other or they were even. Kyle was close behind them even though he wasn't trying and Cartman was way below the other boys got either thirty through forty, Cartman only got five or six. The smaller Brunette and Blonde would crack jokes about how low Cartman got. This was the best day of their lives, they couldn't ask for a better day.

At the stretching station Kenny out stretched Stan by three inches. Kyle beat Stan by one inch. Cartman barely reached his knees but then again he wasn't even trying. Both Kenny and Kyle would do daily stretches thats way they beat the other two.

Once they were done they handed in the paper to the Coach then took a seat on the bleachers. Cartman went to sit off by himself to pout. Which wasn't unusual during P.E class.

"So Stan," Kenny starts off. The said Brunette looked over at him. "That pet thing starts this weekend right?"

"Yeah, it starts at ten in the morning on Saturday til seven at night." Stan explained.

"Do you guys have any American Bull Terrier pups?"

"Yes. In fact were have four puppies about five months old." Stan thought about what genders and colors they had. After about a minute it hit him. "We have three females and one male. The females are all blue and white or black and white. The male is a black brindle. Why?"

Kenny gave a nod. He wants to get a dog to help protect him work, since he works the grave yard shift down at his Security Job. He has been killed several times, either by stabbing, shot or a hit and run. He hated his job but it paid good and he needed the money. They never gave him anything to help protect himself other than a simple light weight flashlight. Guess they don't care about their night security.

Craig and his crew joined Stan's group on the bleachers.

"What are you guys talking about?" Craig asked wanting to get in on the convo.

"Kenny was asking about what puppies we have and if we had any American Bull Terriers." Stan filled him in.

Craig looked over at Kenny with a serious look. They both shared a mini staring contest, in that time Craig had an idea of why Kenny may want one and he didn't like it. "We're not letting you adopt one if you're going to train it to hurt people or animals."

"I wont! I want a dog to train to help protect my ass at my job. I'm so tired of getting jumped all the time. At least with a dog with me it wont happen...hopefully. I would get a Rottie or a Doberman but in my book they are too crazy. At least with a pit it will be loyal, gentle, protective and most of all loving." Kenny spoke and by the end of it he way getting angery. How could Craig assume he would train it for a bad reason. "I would train it right, let it know that my family and friends are safe. I will also train it not to bite unless it needs too."

Kyle noticed Kenny's anger and got up to block the Blonde's view of Craig. Kenny looked up at Kyle a little lost as to why he was in front of him. The Red Head then gave the Blonde a hug to calm down, this wasn't the place or time to get into a fight. This helped Kenny calm, ever since things got really bad in middle school Kyle would hug him til his anger, sadness or fear subsided. Kenny hugged Kyle back.

"They don't provide you with a stun gun or mace?" Clyde asked trying to break up the oddness of the Ks hugging. To him it was really weird to see that and not a hundred percent okay with seening it, but he has nothing against it.

"No they don't, just a flashlight." Stan said. "Besides I think its a great idea to get a guard dog, but I'd go with Malinois. They are the perfect bred to do what you want but sadly we don't have any at the shelter."

"Nah, my sister wants a pit and you know my parents wont get one. Plus they make a really good family/ guard dogs." Kenny told as he rested his back against the seat behind him.

"Oh." Craig said. He loves animals too much to have one to go to a bad home and while he was at the shelter he never let anyone adopt one if they seemed like dad people. The Shelter would get a little peeved at this but it has saved a lot of animals going to bad homes. "Sorry Kenny. As long as its not for bad reasons and you take care of it. I'm fine with you getting one."

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During lunch time Stan, Butters, Clyde and both Ks sat outside to eat since it was nice out. They all sat under a big pine tree. They were sitting in a semi-circle some what as they eat the nasty school food. Ever since Chef died, the school and food haven't been the same. It was like eating dirt or some kind of goo. Chef always made the best food.

The air outside was just perfect. It wasn't too cold or hot, it was changing from summer to winter. Every once in a while there would be mild breeze that caused pine needles to fall down on the boys. During this time people were changing too. Going from shorts and short sleeves to jean and long sleeves.

Once the boys were finished with their meals Butters volunteered to throw away their trash. Kenny popped his back as he went to stand up so could move his cramped muscles. The others either lend back on their hands or the tree. When Butters got back conversion started up.

"I heard you're planning on adopting this weekend?" Butters asked Kenny as he took a seat next to Clyde.

Kenny looked down at the other Blonde, he gave him a smile and a nod. "Yeah. I need some protection while I'm at work and a good family pet." Kenny went to take a seat in between Stan and Kyle.

"Oh. I've heard your work can be dangerous, especially at night. J-just last week a guard got robbed at gun point." Butters informed them.

"Wow. Thats pretty serious, why would you take a job like that?" Clyde questioned, not understanding why anyone would have a job like that.

"He get paid like thirteen an hour." Stan said.

"That, plus it has some good health benefits. The main reason is so I can save up and finally getting my own place." Kenny spoke.

The whole town knows how the McCormick's lived. So it no surprise that one of the kids wanted to get out of there. Everyone was surprised that the kids have lived as long as they have on poor hygiene, lack of nutrition, and unstable household. Even if the McCormick kids hated hand outs they would never turn down free food or clothes. It was disrespectful not to accept the help of others.

Kenny getting tired of work talk took a deep breath and started to sing to change the tone. "I'm gonna show bad horse its a brand new day," Kenny lend over to Kyle to sing the next part. "And penny will see the evil in me, not a joke, not a dork, not a failure. And she may cry but her tears will dr-"

Kyle push the Blonde away from rather roughly. "Uh! You know I hate that movie. Also I'm not a girl."

Kenny just laughed, he loved to annoy Kyle with that movie. Butters and Clyde stared at the two like they had gone off the deep end. They had no idea what they were talking about. Stan noticed their looks and went to explained.

"Its from a movie called 'Dr. Horrible's sing along blog'. Its one of Kenny's favorite movie." Stan paused for a second to think of what else to add to it to let them know more about the movie. "It has Neil Patrick Harriss, its a movie not meant for everyone."

"Oh." Clyde said, not really interested in the movie.

Kenny looked down at his wrist. "Oh goodness look at my wrist I got to go." he got up making his way towards the school. At that moment the bell rang for the last class of the day.

"How...he didn't even have a watch on." Butters said following the others into the school.

"Another line from the movie." Kyle said with bitterness in his voice.

"Oh you know you love it." Kenny popped up out of nowhere with smirk on his lips.