A/N: Here we go, the big moment. I hope this turns out the way I want it to.
Also, please keep reviewing!
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Kenny knelt down at the bank of Starks pond, watching a couple ducks make their way across the shore. This is stupid, he thought. Why did I agree to this?
Truth was, he felt sorry for himself. So sorry and so lonely that he felt he needed to fill a hole in his life that was meant for Stan, but because he'd never get the one he wanted, had to find a substitute.
Having a girlfriend won't be so bad, he thought. In fact, I might seem more normal that way. Nobody'll ever know I like guys. That I like Stan. But no matter what Kenny told himself, he couldn't force the idea of going out with Stan out of his mind.
Speak of the Devil.
Stan Marsh came walking up, looking around. His eyes fell on Kenny quickly; his orange hood made him stand out only slightly.
"Hey, Kenny!" he called. The blonde turned around, thankful that his hood was hiding his blush. "St-Stan!" he yelped. "What are you doing here?"
"Meeting my date," he said. "What are you doing here?"
Kenny blinked. "Uh… I'm… meeting my date, too…"
Stan let out a sigh. He sounds oddly relieved… Kenny thought. He raised a brow (not that it could be seen under his long bangs" skeptically.
"What a relief!" Stan said. "I'm glad I'm not the only one that was set up to come here."
With that, Kenny's heart sank. I guess… he got told about a girl by Wendy, too…
Stan giggled. He sounded like a teenage girl that just hear her crush liked her. He walked up closer to Kenny and put one hand by his neck. He wore an adorably goofy grin, and his cheeks were painted just the slightest shade of pink, like a newly bloomed carnation.
When did I get so poetic? Kenny wondered.
"You know what?" Stan asked suddenly, expression remaining the same. Before Kenny had time to answer, Stan had slipped Kenny's hood downward to reveal rosy lips, slightly open in shock. Wasting no time, he dove in and pressed his lips on the rose perfections he'd revealed. His eyes closed instinctively, and he played with both their lips gently.
Kenny's eyes were wide with shock. Holy shit! This can't be real! Stan isn't kissing me; I'm dreaming! Yeah, that's it, I'm dreaming. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming…
Nonetheless, Kenny closed his eyes too, and reveled in the sweet perfection his secret crush had started. He wrapped his arms around Stan, who by now had done the same. They parted, half-open eyes gazing into each others' delicately. Remembering Stan's question before the kiss, Kenny asked, "What?"
"I'm glad you're here. I'm your date. I told Wendy to set us up."
"You… you did?"
"Yeah… I love you, Kenny."
"I'm glad… I love you too, Stan."
Stan's eyes widened. "For… for real?"
Kenny nodded, goofy grin now plastered on his face. "Yeah. It may sound weird or creepy, but I've liked you for almost three years now."
"W… wow," Stan said. "I never thought you'd be… that you'd like me like that… I thought you'd get scared, or hate me, or…"
"Shh…" Kenny soothed, placing a finger on Stan's lips. "It's okay. I know what you mean. That's why I never told you." Before Stan could reply, Kenny kissed him again, this time opening his mouth and using his tongue to explore Stan's oral region. He came away slowly, taking his time, and whispered, "We should do this again sometime."
"For sure."
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A/N: Ah, yay! It turned out perfectly! And I updated twice in one night. Not bad, eh? I'm sorry if I went a little bit OOC there. Forgive me and review please? greedy
--Chiba