A/N: Okay I'm really sorry for taking so long.
Anyways, this chapie is more about characterization. You learn something new about everyone else besides Stan. There's a bit of humor in this part too because it isn't south park if there isn't any humor. Also, I've changed the rating to "M" because of this chapter... just in case, but it's only this chapter. The rest is rated "T". I think this chapie could be rated "T", but it might be cutting it a little close if I did. I just don't want to get in shit.
Disclaimers: South Park and some of the lines from memorable episodes do not belong to me.
Anyways, enjoy:) (don't make fun of my crapy poems)
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THE BLOWN OUT CANDLE:
Kyle's POV:
"... and that's when Christopher Columbus discovered America, and was the Indian's best friend. He helped the Indians win their war... against Fredric Douglas, a-and freed the Hebrews from Napoleons... and discovered France. And in 1492..." Mr. Garrison stumbled. I buried my face in my hand, rubbing my eyes. Someone please remind me why I'm in this class again! This guy didn't know shit about Columbus, not to mention history in general. I remember this lesson from when he was our teacher back in the fucking third grade. I groaned quietly to myself. I hated American History!
However, Mr. Garrison wasn't the only reason why History sucked ass. Eric Cartman was another. He always sat directly behind me on purpose only to disturb the living shit out of me! He was the worst. He copied my test answers, he rips on me for being Jewish, and he constantly shoots spit wads at the back of my neck. He's such a fat asshole!
I rested my jaw in my hand, my elbow holding my head up on my desk before I slunk in my seat.
Normally, in any other class I would be in full concentration, and the teacher would have my undivided attention. I mean, I'm a straight A student and I'm always working hard. However, in History, there was just no point. Mr. Garrison could never really teach anything. If he did, though, it wouldn't be useful.
I eventually tore my bored stare from the front of the class only to land on my ex-girlfriend, Bebe who was sitting in the front row. Goddamn, I hated that bitch. Sure, she definitely had her rights to hate me, but then again so did I. She started twirling her blonde, now straight hair around her finger lazily as she popped her gum.
I found out not too long after our breakup that it was Clyde Donovan she cheated on me with, but I haven't seen them together lately. Ha. The same thing that happened between us is probably happening with Clyde as well. Dude, I almost feel sorry for the guy...
My heart skipped a beat as I jumped in my chair out of my thoughts from something wet hitting the back of my neck. I reached behind to remove it to see that it was yet another disgusting spit ball from my fat, raciest friend-ish. "Dude, sick!" I exclaimed quietly, more to myself than the dick sitting right behind me. I spun around to give him a threatening glare. "You better knock it off, Cartman" I whispered sternly. "Up yours, Jew!" he sneered. I turned back around to face the front. "Stupid fat ass" I grumbled.
I turned my gaze up towards the clock. At least this was final period. There were fifteen minutes of class remaining, and I couldn't wait.
Tonight Stan, Kenny, Tweek and I were all going out to Casa Bonita to celebrate me passing the road test and getting my drivers license. Finally, it had been six months from my 16th birthday on December 3rd. I am so glad I've got it! No more bitchy bus drivers!
I started fiddling with my pen, and eventually started writing random things all over my left hand. It's a habit of mine when I'm bored. Thoughts started swarming me as I continued.
Stan, and Kenny are in English right now. I wonder if he's all right. Stan, I mean, he just seemed so out of it today. He looked really drowsy too. I hope everything is okay. He's my best friend...
"And that's how you tell a police officer from a prostitute," Mr. Garrison finished his lesson. "Are there any questions?" I rolled my eyes. Jesus Christ! Who the hell would hire this dude?
My ears perked up as I heard a swift sound from behind, and then instantly yet another spit ball shot right at the back of my neck. I frowned. "Goddamn it, Cartman!"...
Stan's POV:
Okay, who would like to read their poem for the class? Ms. Ellen asked kindly. A few people raised their hands.
I yawned. I was so tired from not getting enough sleep last night, and all the other nights before that. Because of this, I wasn't able to put up a good act for Kyle today, or anyone else for that matter. Usually I'm fine doing that sort of thing any other day. I mean, ever since third grade I've always been in all the Christmas plays, and I did pretty well in a Helen Keller musical. However, today I just couldn't function properly.
My eyes felt heavy as I was slowly nodding to sleep. Every time my eyes shut, it felt like I was falling, and my head ached. Darkness surrounded me once... twice... each time engulfing me longer than the last until I found myself give into a deep slumber...
I opened my eyes slightly only to see blackness. I blinked twice before I raised my head from my desk, my face out of my arms. I looked around to find myself in the English classroom, but it was empty. I was the only one there with all the lights turned off. Had I slept passed school hours? Had everyone gone home?
As I pondered these thoughts, I heard a creaking noise. I looked up to the door where it had come from. Someone was slowly coming in. I almost felt scared. I really don't like lonely schools. It kinda freaks me out.
"Hello?" I asked curiously. The one behind the door stepped inside, closing the door behind himself. It was Kyle! "Hey, Stan" he said simply. I gave him a smile. "Where is everyone, dude?" I asked, happy that it was only my best friend.
Kyle shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and then started to slowly walk towards me. "They're all gone, Stan," he said seductively with a sly smile. "It's just you..." He stopped in front of me before he hopped up and sat on my desk, spreading his legs so he could better lean down in closer to me. I sat there shocked, feeling his soft breath against my skin. I looked up into his emerald eyes, which held that sparkle in them that I just loved so much, and then down to his soft lips, moving slowly in closer, and closer until they met mine in a beautiful, but powerful kiss. My heart was beating a mile a minute as my stomach flipped, and I could feel a chill run up my spine, causing me to shudder lightly. He slowly parted slightly from me, our eyes just beginning to open again. "... and me" Kyle finally finished.
I smiled before he slid off my desk and took my hand, urging me to follow, leading me to he teacher's desk. I was trembling all over.
Kyle then pushed all the shit off of it like in the movies, and pushed me onto the cool surface, him crawling on top, and straddling me right afterwards. His lips smashed into mine aggressively, me welcoming his eager tongue while I ran my fingers through his soft red curls.
Soon, I broke the kiss to catch my breath. We both panted softly, and we were caught in a deep gaze.
I, feeling a little more courageous, then slid my knee up, and against in-between his thighs softly resulting in him moaning my name quietly as my hands traveled from his hair, to his back, and grabbed his hot ass through his jeans just like Bebe used to do.
I saw the lust within Kyle's eyes before he lent down again, this time to my ear, and whispered, "Fuck me, Stan" as he squeezed the bulge in my pants. I let out a quiet wavered gasp with a smile from the sudden touch, him nibbling my ear while he slowly unzipped my flie...
Just then, I unexpectedly heard a ringing noise, which caused me to jolt upright in a gasp. The sudden light burned my eyes. I blinked a couple of times in shock taking in my surroundings. I was sitting at my desk, students leaving through the door as Ms. Ellen called out due dates as a reminder. Class was over.
Soon, my eyes landed on Kenny. He sat stiff with his chin in his palm, and a big smile on his face. His blonde side bangs were in his hazel eyes, and he was clad in his orange jacket and jeans. There was a pause before he spoke. "Good dream?" he asked innocently. I looked at him in confusion before he pointed down towards my lap to where I found the results of my erotic dream, an erection. My expression turned to fear, but Kenny stood up from his desk and went out the door all the while chuckling quietly to himself.
Ms. Ellen gave me a strange look while I gathered my things, and hid my boner as best I could before I ran out of there to find the closest vacant restroom faster than ever... I wasn't tired anymore...
Kenny's POV:
"Mmm... Look at that tight little skirt Ms. Ellen's wearing, Stan. It really shows off her hot curves and nice long legs, huh?" I said never taking my eyes off of our hot English teacher. There was a pause, waiting for Stan's response. "... Stan?" I asked turning beside me towards him. He looked like he was about to drift off to sleep. I poked him swiftly with my pencil twice, causing him to flinch. "Huh? Oh. Sorry Kenny. What'd you say?" Stan asked. I rolled my eyes. "Doesn't that tight skirt make Ms. Ellen look really hot?" I tried again. Stan turned his gaze towards her who was busy writing something on the chalkboard. "Oh, yeah" he replied passively. I raised an eyebrow. What the fuck was wrong with him? We, including Kyle and Cartman, have always been hot for Ms. Ellen ever since I can remember. I shrugged it off though, and let it go as the teacher began to speak.
"Okay, who would like to read their poem aloud for the class?" she asked. I raised my hand along with some other kids. Stan's girlfriend Wendy was picked first. I looked over towards her boyfriend to see that he was out cold. I guess he kind of needed the sleep. He was all broken without it.
Wendy cleared her throat once she reached the front of the class, and began to read what she had written,
"My dearest Stan,
My love for you is everlasting.
Never dying.
Everyday I'm with you
Is so bright it's almost blinding.
And when you welcome me, and hold my in your arms,
I feel safe and warm,
Knowing you'll let go sometime soon,
Until then, It's like nothing bad could ever happen to me. Like I could never get cold again.
I love you, baby.
Always will.
I will kill if someone tries to steal my man.
They'll have me to fear,
'Cause
I'll whoop their sorry whore ass back to last year!"
I snorted as Wendy gave a deadly glare towards Ms. Ellen who was quite shocked at first, but then thanked her for the "lovely poem" and motioned her back to her seat. If you asked me, I'd say that that was more of a deadly threat than a "lovely poem".
Wendy never really took a liking to Ms. Ellen ever since third grade mainly because she knew about Stan's interest in her. She's can be really sweet, but she can get really jealous sometimes... okay, all the time.
The teacher picked my good friend, Tweek next who constantly shook on caffeine. Once he reached the front, his coffee stained paper in his hand, he took one look at his audience and started to twitch. "Ack! Oh, god!" he cried. I guess he didn't realize how much pressure would be put on him reading his poem out loud. Ms. Ellen put a comforting hand on Tweek's back and whispered soothing words in his ear, which seemed to calm him down, at least for Tweek, before he raised his sheet and began to speak,
"Nothing is Safe by: Tweek Tweek.
Nothing is safe in this place,
When death is staring me right in the face.
Lightning storms, and falling far enough to break my bones,
To Child abductors and Underpants gnomes.
Everything is either waiting for,
Or out to get me.
I can't escape!
I cannot breathe when I'm alone
From fear that I might get raped.
This place. For it, I have no faith.
... Nothing is safe"
I started to clap along with everyone else as Tweek let out a big sigh of relief, and smiled before he went back to take his seat directly in front of me. "Wonderful. Great job, Tweek" Ms. Ellen praised. "Thanks" he replied still shaking a little. I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder causing him to turn to me in his seat. "I'm proud of you, man" I whispered, smiling warmly. He returned my smile before I raised my hand again, Tweek turning back around.
I was picked next. I casually made my way towards Ms. Ellen, paper in hand, gave a half smile and spoke.
"This is called, The Blown Out Candle," I began as I looked up from my paper towards my classmates who were I either not paying attention, or listening intently, awaiting my next words. I cleared my throat,
"The path I have chosen was bright once.
I had loved once.
I am a blown out candle.
Light me forever kindling once more.
Her hair was as bright
As the first light on a winter's morning.
All around her shone for all they were worth.
Her eyes held all the colors of an ocean,
They gave a love and kindness
I had never felt before.
Her touch on my cold skin kept me warm at night;
She gave me light.
The path I have chosen was bright once.
I had loved once.
I am a blown out candle.
Light me forever kindling once more.
That flame is gone now as I linger here
Alone and unwanted.
I suppose this is all my fault, but I had no choice.
I was trapped between two worlds,
I had nowhere else to go.
Sometimes on these dark, cold evenings,
I find myself lit and warm again,
But those fires
Do not last
Past the next morning.
I only do it to survive at those times
When the only light is nothing but a star.
Now my soul spills from this pen,
Like the tears, late at night, into my pillow.
The path I have chosen was bright once.
I had loved once.
I am a blown out candle.
Light me forever kindling once more.
I do not know what will become of me.
My path is dark.
I cannot see what lies ahead,
But indeed it is laid before my feet.
I still have hope that somewhere along the road
She will be there, waiting for me.
But until then, I must only trust in my course,
And blindly trip my way to where I only belong,
Away from harm's touch,
Warm again.
The path I have chosen was bright once.
I had loved once.
I am a blown out candle.
Light me forever kindling once more."
I lowered my paper, finished, and walked back to my seat. The whole room started to clap as I sat down. "Jesus, Kenny. That was good" Tweek turned around and whispered. I smiled and thanked him. "I never knew you went through stuff like that... no offense" he said. I shrugged. It was true. I don't really commit now these days. "Well, I haven't, but that one time. I don't really, normally like to talk about or show it, you know?" I replied honestly. Tweek nodded understandingly in response with a smile. "Okay. I gotcha" he said. I mouthed a "thank you" before he turned back to Ms. Ellen as did I.
I then heard a small whimper from beside me. I looked over to see Stan shivering in his sleep, and... oh wow. I started to snicker quietly to myself. Stan had a stiffie. I started to giggle uncontrollably to which Ms. Ellen asked if there was a problem. I told her there wasn't and apologized before she continued with her class.
Time went by pretty quickly before last period was over.
Once the dismissal bell rang, Stan immediately jumped out of sleep and looked around the room in fear. That bell, I guess, really scared him shitless.
I rested my chin in my hand, propped up on my elbow, and smiled as I waited patiently for him to calm down and focus. His gaze finally caught mine, and I raised my eyebrows all the while still smiling widely at him. "Good dream?" I asked. Stan looked confused before I motioned towards his erection. His face immediately turned to fear and humiliation and I couldn't help but laugh as I got up from my desk, and made my way out into the crowded halls.
"KENNY!" I heard a peppy voice call my name. "Oh, shit" I cursed under my breath. It was Heidi Turner, a member of the cheer leading squad, and a VIP out of the people who genuinely were a pain in the ass. 'God, why couldn't she just leave me alone? Oh wait. I remember' my mind spoke sarcastically. 'I was the guy who dated her, fucked her and never called her back'
I quickly put a fake smile on, and turned around to greet her. "HEY" I said a little over enthusiastically. She smiled as she flipped her pin straight light brown hair over her shoulder. "Hey, baby," she said flirtatiously. "I was thinking that we could go see a movie tonight." There was a pause before I spoke. To be honest, I really didn't want anything to do with her. "Um, I'm actually going out with the guys tonight" I replied truthfully. "Okay then. Tomorrow" Heidi suggested, still smiling.
I sighed. Fuck, here it goes. I always hate this part. "Look, Heidi, I don't really think this is working. I mean, you're a really nice girl. I just, don't feel anything between us" I said carefully. Heidi's smile started to fade away. "But, Kenny, we touched each other! You made love to me like I was your one and only!" She said inching closer, and closer to anger with her every word. "I'm sorry" I apologized. We were caught in silence before I received a hard slap in the face. "When are you gonna stop doing this, Kenny? When are you gonna stop moving from girl or guy to the next and just settle for one person, huh?" she scolded me, waiting for an answer. I didn't speak. I just hung my head in shame. "I don't know" I finally replied in a whisper. She shook her head in disapproval as she turned her back on me, and walked away.
She was right. I did deserve that slap for using her like that, but I didn't know how else to keep warm, to feel loved sometimes at night.
I started to rub my eyes. Fuck, I need a smoke. I quickly turned on my heel to head for the stairs to go down to the basement floor bathroom. No one really ever went in that one any ways. After I went through the door, and into a stall, I sat down and lit a cigarette, inhaling the nicotine and blew out a long stream of smoke.
I smirked. Fuck Heidi. I wasn't gonna let her bring me down. She had no right to tell me how to live my life. Maybe the reason why I move from one to another is because I'm trying to find the feeling I had once felt. It's just, none of them are like her.
Just then, I heard someone come bursting in. I immediately pulled my feet up away from the floor, out of sight and threw my cigarette into the toilet beneath myself out of instinct. That someone seemed to be in a hurry, rushing into the stall beside mine.
I started to hear light moaning and groaning, and out of pure curiosity, I cautiously peered over the edge of the barrier dividing the two toilets apart. It was Stan, and he was jacking off! His head was thrown back, but his eyes were squeezed shut as he tended to his good dream. His strokes gradually became faster, slowing down every so often. "Go, Stan, go!" I silently cheered in my mind, spreading a grin.
His breathing was increasingly heavy as he eventually was starting to reach climax. I slowly started to lower myself behind the thin wall, still listening intently. God, it's true what people say. I am a real pervert.
"Kyle... oh, GOD!" Stan cried. I paused. Did Stan just say what I think he just said? I started to listen harder. "Oh... AHH, KYLE!" Stan came. My jaw dropped. Wow. Stan Marsh, the football playing closet musician, was into Kyle Broflovski, the Jewish redheaded smart who always had his nose caught in a book, bound to be a successful lawyer? This was huge news, and not necessarily bad news either. Now that I think about it, the thought of Stan and Kyle going down on each other is kind of a turn on. As I pictured the thought, I heard Stan start to wash up and leave.
After a couple of minutes after he was gone, I started to make my way back to the main floor. I found Stan not long after I reached the top of the stairs, digging through his locker as Wendy came up behind him. She tapped him gently on his shoulder before he turned around and smiled down at her, kissing her sweetly. Damn, Stan was a pretty good actor considering what he had just done. I mean, he actually looked happy to see Wendy. I chuckled lightly, excited about my new found knowledge, keeping a good distance away as Stan and his girlfriend happily discussed something beyond my range of hearing.
I soon started to get restless as I kicked the floor, waiting for the conversation to end.
Once they parted and said their goodbyes, Stan went to turn back to his open locker, but didn't quite make the full turn seeing as something had caught his eye. His back was turned to me as I tried to follow his line of vision to what he was staring at. I smiled, shaking my head. His gaze was upon an unaware Kyle, head in his locker in the distance. Stan was checking him out in the middle of the hall.
I started to walk towards Stan, but then stopped midway as I had an idea. Should I? Oh, I couldn't resist. I started to silently sneak up right behind a motionless, oblivious, almost mesmerized Stan, and said, "Kyle sure does have a nice ass, doesn't he?" trying my hardest not to break out into laughter as Kyle dropped a couple of books and bent down to pick them up. "Yeah, he sure doe- wait WHAT!" Stan exclaimed as he spun around. I gawked in amazement. My intentions were only to shock Stan, which I think I did a pretty good job of, seeing the expression on his face, but I never expected him to actually answer me like that.
"Kenny, it's not what you think" he panicked. I smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Stan, I already know. I heard you in the restroom" I told him. Stan, in a word, was humiliated. He squeezed his eyes closed and lowered his head. He looked like he wanted to disappear, cussing under his breath. I put a hand on his shoulder, causing his eyes to fly open, and look up, staring into mine. Stan was definitely uncomfortable with the situation. His eyes said it all. "Fuck, Kenny please don't tell anyone" he begged in a whisper. "It's all right, Stan. Coming out wasn't that bad for me when I told everyone I was bi" I soothed . He gave me a sad look. "Please, Kenny?" his voice wavered. There was a pause as I looked at him with his pleading blue eyes. It was definitely clear that he wasn't ready to tell Kyle. To tell Wendy. I gave him a warm smile. "Relax. I won't tell anyone. I swear." Stan immediately brightened up to this, smiling back at me. "Thanks, Kenny." I shrugged. "Hey, I don't blame you for feeling this way towards Kyle. I mean, when I said he had a hot ass, I wasn't lying" I said smiling, pursing my lips a little.
Stan blushed a bit, and tore his gaze from mine to the floor shyly, fidgeting with his tee shirt nervously as I looked over his shoulder to see Kyle approaching us in the distance. "Stan, Broflovski at six o' clock" I said eagerly. Stan immediately turned around to see his object of desire in a dark white sweater and jeans, his bag draped over his shoulder, waving at us. I waved back. Stan, however, just stood there. His muscles tensed up and he started shivering uncontrollably. Goose bumps began to form on his arms, and I could almost see the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. I stepped up beside him and saw that he was smiling, though, none the less.
"Hey, dudes" Kyle smiled once he reached us. "Hey, Kyle" I replied. Stan parted his lips as if to say something, but then quickly closed them all the while still shaking.
Jesus, I've never actually seen him so anxious around Kyle before just now. He always seemed so together. Maybe it was just the current situation. I guess I kind of freaked him out just now, and I suppose he wasn't used to someone else knowing his secret. I mean, I saw him with Wendy just now. He was fine, and calm. Shit. This was my fault... oops.
Kyle's expression quickly turned to that of a worried one towards a quivering Stan, his green eyes filled with concern. "Stan? Are you all right?" he asked. Stan nodded swiftly in response as there was a pause before he spoke. "Yeah, it's just... I'm just... really cold is all" Stan covered up as he started to rub his arms for warmth. Ha. Nice save! Cold my ass. He wasn't cold. Stan was chilled in love. "Well, do you want to borrow my sweater," Kyle asked as he pulled the zipper down. "I'm kind of getting hot any ways"
I snorted at Kyle's last words. Out of all the times he had to say, "getting hot", he had to say it now. I started to giggle. I couldn't help it until Stan replaced my laughter with groans of pain by elbowing me in the stomach.
"Yeah, thanks" Stan said as Kyle gave his sweater to him. It was a little big on Kyle, but it was a perfect fit for Stan. "You're welcome, dude" Kyle replied smiling.
By then Stan had calmed down for the most part as his face twisted in confusion. "Dude, what the hell is that in your hair?" he asked. Kyle reached around through his curls. "What? Where?" Stan pointed more to just around the back of his friend's neck as Kyle pulled it out. It was a spit wad. "Oh. Cartman shot more than usual at me this period. I guess I didn't quite get them all out. I think he's extra pissed off 'cause I didn't invite him to Casa Bonita tonight" Kyle chuckled.
Stan laughed along before there was a pause between the two just smiling at each other as I grinned at them. They really were a perfect match.
Kyle was the first to break the connection as he seemed to see something behind me and smiled. Stan and I turned to see it was Tweek coming up towards us who was busy dodging the odd person to bump into through the crowded halls, shaking more than usual.
We all greeted him once he reached us.
"So, do you guys need a ride to the restaurant?" Kyle asked excitedly. I smiled. "Sure. I'll take one" I replied, raising my hand. Kyle smiled before he looked at the others. "Yeah, man. Thanks" Stan chimed in. Tweek twitched nervously, tugging at his sleeves. "I'll just meet you guys there," he said as he pulled at his messy blonde hair. "I don't like riding in cars. It's too dangerous!" Kyle chuckled. "Suit yourself..."
"Can we please get out of here? It's too crowded. This is a fire hazar-"
Tweek was interrupted by a loud shrieking noise coming from around the corner. I knew that sound. It was a pissed off Cartman, which is not a good thing to run into.
"Fine! That's fine!" the fat boy yelled mainly towards Kyle as he stopped in front of us, pointing towards him. "You can take your little boyfriend, Stan, and Kenny, that poor piece of crap with his alcoholic parents, and Tweek, always twitching all the time, to Casa Bonita and shove it all right up your faggy, dirty Jew ass! You son of a bitch, Kyle! I'll get you back! I HATE YOU!" Cartman screamed.
We all just stood still, frowning before Stan shot back at him. "Shut up, Cartman, I'll kick your ass!" he yelled back as he stepped up towards that fat asshole. He had no right to say any of those things to us. I could feel the eyes of other students upon us as they wandered the halls, but I knew Stan didn't give a flying fuck.Cartman glared at his challenger as Stan returned the gesture for a long moment. His brown eyes had hatred in them, and his plump face had gone red with either anger or embarrassment. Maybe both. I didn't know. "Oh yeah? Well then bring it on, Stan!" Cartman spoke as he raised his fists.
"Come on, Stan," Kyle spoke softly, grabbing his shoulder as he pulled him back gently. "He's not worth it." Stan sighed taking his place back by the lockers beside Kyle and I, still giving fat boy a death glare.
"Ha. I knew it. You don't have the guts, Stan! You don't have the fucking guts to kick my ass," Cartman laughed. Stan clenched his fists tightly, his whole body shaking with rage.
"Not only are you a fag with the Jew, but you're a pussy! You are a fucking pus-" Cartman's taunting was cut short by Stan's flying fist pummeling him right in the eye. My eyes widened along with everyone else as Tweek hid behind me, shaking violently. Cartman held his left eye, sitting on the floor in shock before he starting balling as he ran towards the nurse's office, and I couldn't help but laugh on the outside, but also cry on the inside.
Kyle was so lucky to have someone love him so much as to fight for him like Stan. It's such a shame how he doesn't even realize it either, to not even no love is right in front of you when I'm here begging for it. I wish I was as lucky as him, to have someone who cares for me as deeply as Stan does for Kyle.
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A/N: Okay, so you've read it. Now please review it. PLEASE? I always love to hear what you guys think. :)
Also, I have to tell you that you will not learn who Kenny's love is for a real long long while. So if you guess who it is, if it's right or wrong, all I'm gonna say is, "meh". Just so you know. :)