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loads of dialogue in this, but i guess variety is good, right?

btw, i only ended it like this, because i couldn't think of what to write after haha. will probably add to it when i'm thinking more creative

like i said, will try and get round to all pairings, just tryna get different ones out the way for variety

Pairing: Stenny

Object: Guitar

"No, Kenny, 'Kenny McCormick is a motherfucking sexy beast and whoever disagrees should burn in hell' is not a song."

"I'm pretty sure it is, dude."

"It's not."

"It should be."

"Come on, give me another one to play."

Kenny was beginning to get slightly dizzy in the blue desk chair he was currently swirling around in. Stan observed his blond friend from the bed where he had his acoustic placed perfectly between his arms. "Uh.." Kenny looked up thoughtfully. "Play the Star Wars soundtrack."

"Dammit, Kenny."

The blond chuckled and threw his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers. "What? That shit's intense, I'm telling ya."

"You'd make the worst DJ, dude."

"The worst DJ?!" Kenny repeated, not believing the statement at all. "Stan, I'd be the best motherfuckin' DJ there ever was!"

The onyx scoffed, the pleasant sounds of distant chords being strummed through the atmosphere. "Oh yeah? Give me the top 5 songs you'd play first then."

"Hm." The blond reflected for a moment and thought very hard about his decision. "Kay, so first, I'd play Sexy And I Know It, only to remind everyone who the real DJ is."

"Right, okay." Stan couldn't help but grin. He, along with everyone else, knew that Kenny adored that song. It was like it was designed specifically for him. The reason the song was still in fashion, was because the blond would have it playing at the start of lunch everyday.

"Then, I'd have the Back To The Future theme tune, because Marty Mcfly is pure ace." Kenny made the statement clear by making the familiar hand gesture - finger and thumb pressed together. "Uh, then I'd have the Star Wars theme tune, just to add a lil' suspense to all the grindin' and shit."

"How the fuck is the Star Wars theme tune suspensive?" Stan questioned, fiddling with his guitar capo.

"And then I'd have Sex On Fire, 'cause the song makes everyone happy and horny,"

The strumming of random chords continued to play.

"And then I'd have the theme tune to Jaws, because by now everyone's high off my amazing smexyness and brilliant DJing skills."

"Christ."

"And then, for my last song, I'd have the sound of people masturbating."

"Let me guess, because you've turned them on so much by using lame ass soundtracks?"

Kenny halted the chair's movements and stood up. "The sound of people masturbating is the most beautiful piece of art anyone can have the privilege of hearing, Stan. You should know that by now."

"Of course it is, Ken."

The blond joined his friend on the bed and sat opposite, facing him. There was a couple of peaceful moments where none of them said anything to each other and left the blissful sound of Stan's picking of the strings fill the air. It was a soft sound. Not too loud, nor too quiet. Stan had only picked up this wooden beauty at a yard sale two years ago. He was a quick learner and was quiet the talent once he managed to get the hang of switching to different chords.

Kenny loved to listen. He really wished Stan would make a band or something, but when it came down to it, football was his passion. Playing guitar was just a hobby. The blond even considered taking up the instrument himself, but he simply didn't have the patience. He could only just about sing and that was good enough for him.

"I don't care what Cartman says, you look dam good with that guitar."

"Dude, shut up." A faint blush appeared across the raven's cheeks. Kenny noticed this and decided to take it a little bit further.

"You know what would look even better?"

As soon as Stan opened his mouth, he instantly regretted asking, "What?"

"If you were naked."

The boy in blue froze for a second, but quickly brushed off the flirtatious behaviour and rolled his eyes. "Nice try, Kenny, but I'm not stripping for you."

"No, I'm totally serious! You could be one those chicks that sit on stage wearing nothin' but a pair of gold heels. You'd be rockin' out to the good ol' western country music, having sweaty hunky guys throwing dollar bills at'chya."

Stan's hands halted their movements and he gave his friend a narrowed eyed look. "Dude, don't compare me to your mom."

"Hey!" Kenny shoved his friend playfully, though it wasn't hard enough to make him move anywhere.