A/N: I know I haven't updated in a kajillion years, and I know you all probably hate me, but this story's plot kinda got lost around chapter 12, I realize. I went really off-track. So, while I try to redirect this plot train, you get another filler chapter. I'm sorry. Please don't hate me too much; I'll try to update faster. I'm really busy with my honours courses, but I haven't forgotten any of you or this story. So, enough with my excuses, let's get on with the story!

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The school day was only half-over, and already Kenny felt infinitely better with himself. Good thing, too, or he was sure he'd explode and be sent to Hell. Again.

He poked at the inedible contents of his lunch, wondering what the hell his mom had packed him that morning. Not like they had much money to spare, but hey, Kenny had to eat some time. Everyone else was staring at his lunch, too. "What do you call that?" Kyle asked timidly. Kenny blinked. "Umm… food? I think."

The three boys laughed. It was a good day so far. Kenny had gotten his math test back and got a D on it, thus bringing up his usual mark of an F. Butters had spoken to him for a bit, and he'd even made some perverted jokes to some girls that giggled at him. Good day, good day.

At least, it was 'till now: Cartman was coming their way. Kenny's mouth watered at the sight: the boys' friend had two burgers, three containers of fries, a milkshake, and two pudding cups. "I see you're cutting down, fatass," Kyle said, accenting his speech with a roll of the eyes.

"Yeah, well just because some of us can't afford food unlike me -"

"- with the money your mom makes as a crack-whore -"

"Ay, respect mah authoritah, Stan!" He said, slapping the black-haired boy in the back of the head. Stan laughed and Kenny saw him high-five Kyle behind their backs. He smiled to himself, unseen from under his hood. "Anyways, as I was saying," Cartman drawled, "Just because some of you can't afford this glorious meal like I can, doesn't mean I should hide that fact."

Kenny blinked. "Yay, thanks Eric, I'm starving!" He yelled, grabbing one of Cartman's burgers and biting into it immediately. "You're so great for sharing!"

"Ay! That's mine, asshole!" Cartman exclaimed. Too late now. He wouldn't bother trying to get his half-eaten burger back. "Damn, you eat fast, Kenny!" Kyle said. Kenny responded with a noisy bite and flipped Kyle off. "What he means," Stan said, "Is 'shut up, you, I'm hungry.'"

They laughed.

Oh yeah. Today was a great day.

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Kenny walked Stan home again, casually resting an arm around the shorter boy's shoulder. He often teased Stan about his height, just to make himself seem like a jerk. Stan hated it, but he couldn't really stay mad at his boyfriend for long. They walked up the small path to Stan's house and looked at each other for a moment. "Well, Stan…" Kenny started. "I guess I'll see you -"

"Wanna come in?" Stan interrupted. Kenny blinked. "Uh… sure?" he replied. Why not? Stan looked a bit uneasy, though. Shit, he'd better not want to break up with me, he thought. Stan just grinned and opened the door, leading Kenny inside by the arm. "C'mon!"

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They were in Stan's room. Stan was on the computer, looking something up (Kenny later found out that he was reading fanfiction. Upon realizing this fact Kenny decided that he had the cutest nerdy boyfriend ever). Stan blushed. "S-Sorry. One of my favourite stories was updated, and –"

"It's all right. What did you want me to come in for?"

Stan blushed again. "Ahh… n-nothing. Forget it. You can leave if you want…"

"Bullshit," Kenny swore. He smiled and kissed Stan full on the lips, glad to have his boyfriend respond. They broke apart, Kenny's tongue still partway out from between his lips. "Wanna tell me now?" he asked. Stan smirked (Kenny decided he liked this look better than the innocent 'I'm-reading-fanfics' look) and stood up. "No," he said deviously. Kenny glared as Stan sat back down on his bed. The blonde raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing…?" He asked. Stan laughed and slowly unzipped his coat. "Nooothin'," Stan sang, lying down on his bed.

Kenny stood up. "Stan -"

"Come here, you."

This had to be a dream. Kenny pinched himself. Stan looked so innocently erotic in that position, his coat parted and shirt riding up just enough to reveal Stan's flat stomach… it almost drove Kenny over the edge. He practically ran over to Stan and knelt over him. "Let's see… where are you going with this?"

"That depends," Stan replied. "How far do you want to go?"

"… All the way and back," he replied. All the miseries of the previous few days fled from Kenny's mind as he took in everything before him. He slid his hands under Stan's shirt and smirked. He ran his fingers up and down his lover's skin, feeling every inch and loving every second of it. Stan made small pleasured whimpers below him, making Kenny want to hear more and more. He wanted to drown in those noises…

Stan jerked suddenly. "Kenny…" he whimpered. "P-please-"

Kenny stopped. "Please what?" he asked, confused. Stan reached up and pulled Kenny in closer to kiss him. They stayed connected for quite a while, ravaging each other's mouths and cutting each other off from the world around them. Kenny pulled away. "I get it," he whispered huskily.

"Good," Stan replied. "Now… let's finish this."

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Kenny awoke an hour or so later – 5pm – to the sound of his cell phone. He picked it up, only to find that nobody was there. He checked the time and realized he needed to be getting home. "Stan," he whispered, leaning over the sleeping form of his boyfriend, "I have to go. See you later, okay?" Kenny leaned down and kissed Stan's cheek. Stan laughed a little in his sleep. "Okay…" he responded, as if he were waking up. Kenny knew he wasn't by the loud snore he gave off after. He stood up and left the house, waving to Mr. and Mrs. Marsh as he left.

His phone rang again.

This time, Kenny caught it, and answered before the caller hung up. "Hello?"

"Ay, Kenneh," Cartman answered. Normally this would have bothered the blonde, but today he was feeling happy with himself. "What is it, fatass?" he replied.

Cartman said nothing for a moment. Kenny asked again. "I was just wonderin' if you wanted to hang out… but you never picked your phone up. Were you with Stan?" he asked. Kenny growled a little.

"…Yeah," he replied. Cartman laughed. "I knew it. You're such a fag. Well, wanna hang out anyway?"

"Not really."

"Awww, why not?"

"'Cause I have to be home by now. I'm making dinner tonight, and my parents are probably wasted, hungry, and worried about me," Kenny replied as if it were an everyday thing. His tone implied it was an event as common as seeing the sky.

"Oh. Fine, then," Cartman muttered, hanging up.

The next day Kenny heard a nasty rumour being spread about him sleeping with Stan.

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A/N: Ha ha! I bet I got your hopes up there with that little almost-sex scene. I have no intention of bringing this story above its current rating – at least not right now. Maybe another time I'll come back, rewrite it, and add sex. Mm, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you perverts?

Well, review, and hopefully I'll have another update soon.