V: Awkward

The original quintet decided to meet the next day. It was a Sunday, and Stan, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman and Butters decided to meet at Stark's Pond and go do something together. None of them were really sure what they wanted to do, and decided on seeing a movie.

"I'm sure this will be an awesome movie." Butters said smiling at all of them as they bought their tickets.

… … … … …

"That was the worst movie _Ever!" Butters shouted two and a half hours later as he and the rest of the boys walked out of the theatre, past the ticket taker.

"You don't have to be rude about it." The girl said as she passed them on the way out.

"Aw go take tickets you ugly skank." Cartman said bitterly.

Kenny punched him in the jaw.

"You didn't have to do that, Kinny you poor piece of shit." Cartman shouted at his friend.

"So what else do we wanna do?" Kyle asked looking over at Kenny who hadn't said anything the whole entire time.

"Honestly," Butters said sighing. "my mom and dad want me home in about an hour. So I think I'm just gonna go and get to them early." He said. "I'm sorry for taking you all to see the worst movie on earth." He added sighing again. "I wish we could get our movie ticket money back."

"Just like when Stan and Kenny got their money back for the passion?" Kyle asked sighing. "Go straight to the producers and tell them we want our money back?" he asked laughing.

It didn't take a smart scientist to notice that Stan and Kenny weren't laughing. Cartman gave Kyle a look as Butters said bye and left.

"What now?" Kyle asked.

Kenny left without a word, and shocked the trio standing there staring after him.

"I'm going home." Cartman said sighing. "I wanna get ready for a date I have tonight."

"date?" Kyle asked curious. "With who?"

They all said goodbye and left to their respective houses. Kyle still couldn't get over the fact that something was seriously wrong with Stan and Kenny. They were usually all over each other, and you couldn't shut them up. But today had been a different day entirely.

Kenny walked over to Stark's, and attempted to do some last minute homework in the sun. The deadline for turning in late work was next Tuesday before the grading started. Even though the last day had been two days ago. He was grateful that the teachers gave extra time to do shit and turn it all in. Kenny found, however, that he couldn't keep his concentration on one thing for too long. He sighed as he stood up and began to walk around. He tried to focus on what he was reading, but he couldn't even remember the last sentence. He sighed as he felt tears come to his eyes. He didn't know what the hell could be bothering him so badly. He wanted to die, and not come back the next day.

Kyle tried to dial Kenny's phone, but it was going straight to voice mail every time he called. He finally gave up and called Butters to see if he knew where the misfit could be.

Stan got home and tried to watch television. But, apparently, when you were as bored as Stan, nothing could get you back into the spirit of wanting life again. He really didn't know what he felt like doing. He sighed as he flipped through the channels. His phone rang.

"Hello?" he asked as he heard the breathing on the other side of the line.

"Hello?" Kyle's voice said as he tried to turn off the TV.

"What's up Ky?" Stan asked confused. "Didn't I just see you like, an hour ago?" he asked.

"Very funny, Stan." Kyle said bitterly. "I want to ask you a question." He said sounding sad.

"Shoot." Stan responded as he sat back down on the couch.

"What in the hell is wrong with Kenny?" Kyle asked making the other boy jump.

"What?" Stan asked confused. "Kenny?"

"Yeah, Kenny." Kyle said bitterly. "You know…. Our best friend…, that Kenny." Kyle said impatiently.

"What makes you think I would know what was wrong with Kenny?" Stan asked.

"You two didn't sit with each other today, and he hardly said a word accept to buy his ticket. He usually flirts with that ticket taker, you know. I figured you'd know if something was wrong with him." Kyle said sadly.

"Well I don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch my favorite show. Why don't you try calling Kenny and see what's up." Stan said bitterly. He didn't want to talk about Kenny if he could avoid it right now. It made his insides hurt too much to think or talk about that boy.

Three hours later, Kenny was lying on his bed beside his sister when his door opened and Kevin came in. "Your friends are here to hang out." He said looking over at his brother.

"Oh, man." Kenny said sadly. "tell them I have mono." He said glancing at his brother.

"Kenny, we know you don't have mono." Kyle said from the living room. "now get the hell out here, we're all going out for ice-cream."

"I don't have money, remember?" Kenny said peeking out of the door. Sure enough, Stan was right there.

"I'll buy you your ice-cream." Kyle said looking daggers at Kenny. "Kenny…! Now." Kyle said making Kenny jump. "Don't make me come in there."

"Kevin won't let you." Kenny said as Kevin moved out of the way of the door. "Thanks, big brother." Kenny spat bitterly. "See if I ever help you fix cars again." He muttered.

"Come on, Ken." Kyle said bitterly.

So they all walked in silence to the ice-cream shop that was two blocks away. None of them said anything, and Kyle was wondering if he could actually get the two of them to talk about whatever was bothering them.

"Kenny," Kyle asked as they all sat down at the table outside of the shop. "What in the world is wrong with you?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?" Kenny asked confused. "Do I have something on my face?" he asked scared.

"I mean you usually flirt with the ice-cream chick when she's trying to dish it up for you." Kyle said confused. "Now you didn't even want ice-cream." He said looking at his friend's empty hands. "Want a bite of mine?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Kyle." Kenny said as he sat there staring into space.

"So why aren't you sitting with Stan?" Kyle asked as he looked over at Stan who sat alone across the table.

"He didn't want to sit with me." Stan said smiling at Kyle. "So what. He's allowed to sit with whoever he wants. He's got other friends, too."

"Yes," Kyle said standing up and totally losing his cool. "But you guys are practically flirting with each other every chance you get!" Kyle shouted bitterly. "I want to know what the fuck is going on, and I want to know now." he shouted as people started to stare.

"Kyle, sit down." Stan gasped as he saw the crowd starting to pay attention to them. "You're making a seen."

"I will try this again." Kyle said softly. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" he asked.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" Stan asked looking at his ice-cream that he was almost done with.

"Kenny?" Kyle asked looking at his friend. "If you don't tell me, I'm going to be very sad."

"Look," Kenny said softly as Kyle sat back down. "It's really not as bad as it seems. Stan and I got carried away, and had sex. Now he's really uncomfortable around me, and I don't know what to do to make it better." Kenny said simply. "Okay…," he said looking at Kyle's expression. "So it is as bad as it seems." He said as Kyle tried not to laugh. Stan was so red he looked like you could fry an egg on his face.

"But it didn't mean anything." Stan said softly as he looked at Kenny. "We just got carried away."

"Let me just ask you one question." Kyle said trying not to laugh, and failing. "Who was on the bottom?"

With that, Kenny turned an angry red, and got up and left. His chair flew over as he passed it, and headed off.

"Help me go after him!" Kyle said as he tried to stop laughing.

"No!" Stan shouted as people started to stare again. "I'm not the one who pissed him off!" he shouted.

"Stan," Kyle said as he regained his composure. "You've got to go talk to him."

"He doesn't want to see me right now." Stan said bitterly.

"How do you know?" Kyle asked sadly. "Have you talked to him about this yet? Stan it looks like you two really need to do some talking." Kyle said looking at Stan hopefully.

"Look, I really don't wanna talk about this anymore. He doesn't want to talk to me, and I'm just gonna give him space until he does." Stan said standing up.

"Where are you going?" Kyle asked as he watched his friend leave.

"Home." Stan shouted still gathering stares from people.

"Coward!" Kyle shouted as the waitress stared at him. "Take a picture!" he shouted at the rest of the people. "It'll last longer.!"

He took the long way to his house in order to see if he could calm down enough to try and think up a solution to the problem. He finally managed to calm down as he walked into the house. He saw Ike passed out on the couch, and went upstairs to his room to try and make a phone call.

"Hello?" Cartman asked as he picked up his phone and pushed it on.

"Hey fatass." Kyle said sadly.

"Hey Jew." Cartman said as he looked at the TV and turned it off. "What the hell you want?" he asked.

"I have to talk to you." Kyle said looking down at his shoes. He was about to tell Cartman what had just happened. He was sure it was okay. I mean after all, they were all best friends. Cartman included.

"Is it about Stan and Kenny?" Cartman asked as he stood up and started pacing the room. "They were acting kinda different today." He commented.

"Yeah." Kyle said sadly. "And I know why."

"Why?" Cartman asked.