(February)
Winter is coming to a close soon, Kenny sees little bits of life starting on the tree, the bushes, the grass is starting to show 's relieved, this winter was brutal he hates the cold, it reminds him of death, the stale air, below freezing temperatures, he couldn't stand it. He loved spring, summer, and fall. February was a month devoted to love, considering Valentines day was two weeks away, South Park High prepared, the cheer-leading team posted fliers for rose day, and the sweethearts dance on the thirteenth the eve before Valentines. Kenny smiled at the nicer cheer-leaders that passed him. Wendy and Bebe loved Kenny.
"Hope you can come to the dance Ken!" Bebe said smiling, motioning to the fliers, Kenny half smiled in return making the blonde giggle.
"Such a cutie." the blonde girl said, taking a piece of the darker blondes hair. Wendy laughed kindheartedly at her friends actions.
"Go on ahead Be, I'll catch up." Bebe shrugged. "Okay, see ya Kenny!" she said waving happily, Kenny waved blushing. Wendy pulled the boy into a hug.
"How are you?" Wendy asked releasing him. He absentmindedly traced words on her arm.
'I'm Okay.'
"Good! Have you heard from Stan at all?" Wendy asked locking her hazel eyes with blue alert ones.
'Not for a few weeks.' Wendy nodded, noticing his finger shake slightly.
"Do you miss him?" Kenny stopped, and looked up, breathing out slow, he moved his fingers against her palm. Feeling his fingers move slow.
'Like crazy' Wendy smiled. And hugged him again.
"He misses you too. I'm sure of it." replied the long haired beauty. Truth be told, he hadn't seen Stan since the ending of the first semester.
"Alright Class, after grading your research papers, I have to say, I am VERY impressed with some of you." Mr. Garrisons gaze met Kenny and Stan. "Where as, others, thought- well, that's giving them too much credit, what they did was, type random parts of the story not even in discussion, and they lacked understanding." "Kenny, Marsh, excellent jobs, you really captured the understanding of Shakespeare." said the aging English teacher, as he handed the papers to the boys.
"What did you get, Kenny?" Stan asked trying to sneak a peek at the blondes face down assignment. Flipping it over, Kenny revealed a perfect score. Stan's eye widened.
"Dude! That's amazing, I got an eighty six!" Kenny smiled.
'I like to read' Kenny traced.
"It shows! I understand it, but comprehension isn't my strongest."
'Be patient' Kenny's blue eye's met Stan's sapphire. The bell rung, wordlessly, Kenny grabbed his things, and walked out, not sparing Stan a second look.
Kenny shook his head, That had to be the dumbest thing I did. As the second hour bell blared above his head, Kenny sprinted to P.E. He hated that class with a passion, Mr. Donaldson hated him aswell. Quickly changing into his grey and green gym clothes, a long sleeved shirt and sweats. Kenny exited the locker room and sat at his assigned spot.
"Alright! We're going outside to do a little jogging! If you don't attempt to jog, you will be forced to run five laps around the track. Understand?" a chorus of yes's circled the room.
"Good, lets get out there."
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"McCormick! Pick up the pace!" Kenny jogged faster, his breathing ragged, as sweat dripped down his shirt. His converse sneakers slamming against the pebbled ground. Looking to his left, he sees the football team, more importantly Stan, he was running a play, spotting Kenny, he waved. Stan was soon tackled. The whistle blew, Coach Hartman seethed.
"Marsh, what the hell was that?"
"Got distracted, Coach, won't happen again!" said the raven brushing the dirt off his padded shoulders.
"Better not boy, we're up against North Park next week! We need our quarterback!"
"Yes Coach." as soon as the football coach went back inside, Stan approached the cheer-leaders.
"Are you guys sure this will work?" he asked, Bebe and Wendy. They smiled at eachother.
"Yeah, follow our lead." they whispered
"Ready girls? Formation!" the girls got into a triangle, BeBe and Wendy, leading. Stan behind them.
Walking up the bleachers on the other side of the field, Stan stood in the middle of the highest bleacher. Bebe and Wendy encouraged him, as he locked eyes on the blonde boy.
"KENNY!" Seeing the blonde turn, he jumped off the rail, Kenny gasped. Sprinting to where Stan was.
Stan landed on his feet, the girls clapped. A few swooned, Kenny stopped, the air rustled through his hair, slowly, Stan approached him, the cheer-leaders circled. Kenny backed up. The blonde was unsure of what was going on. He locked eyes with Stan.
"Kenny..I don't care about stereotypes. I'm not coldhearted. I'm real. And something about you..intrigues me. It makes me want to know everything about you. I guess, what I'm trying to say is..Kenny, Will you do me the honor of going to the Dance as my date?"
Cliffy! Thanks for the reviews! I skipped a few months, Kenny and Stan haven't spoken for a few weeks, because Stan was trying to find a way to ask him to the dance, Seeking help from Bebe and Wendy!
You can also see Kenny misses Stan! Aw!
R&R 3-4 more reviews for the next chapter!