(A/n: Oh yeah, I forgot to mention in my latest chapter in Consuming Darkness, Arising Light that I was planning to upload a stenny one-shot on my birthday, which is today lol since I did a twyle one-shot for my birthday last year, it's only right that I do a stenny one this year since it's also my fave ship. Please enjoy, none of the South Park characters belong to me, and thank you for the happy birthdays in advance!)
Kenny is an honest and goofy guy. He doesn't hesitate to tell people whatever that's on his mind, like today for example: this morning in school while almost everyone was in the cafeteria for breakfast, he mentioned this interesting, though not entirely uncommon dream he had where every single person in town had switched genders.
"How do you know it was every single person though?" Kyle asked. They were sitting at a table.
Kenny gave him a deadpan look.
"He's got a point," Tolkien said.
Kenny waved his hand dismissively. "It was just a dream, it ain't that deep. Aaanyway," he began to describe the looks of all his friends that were in his dream—Stan looked stunning enough to be a model (Stan thought that was an exaggeration), Kyle looked flameboyant (Kyle cringed at that), Wendy was probably the cutest guy he'd ever dreamed of, Bebe was very handsome (Bebe wasn't too pleased with the basic compliment), Butters was pretty and petit (hearing that made the other blonde-haired boy's face damn near red as a tomato), Tolkien looked sexy, and he kept going for another few minutes until he finally got to himself.
"And lastly, I was an extremely beautiful chick," Kenny shamelessly boasted, earning several eye rolls from his friends.
"Your poor ass is lying," Cartman scoffed.
"Oh, I was for sure more good-looking than you," Kenny smirked. "You looked like an obese warthog." Nearly everyone at the table erupted into laughter.
Cartman glared at him out of embarrassment and anger. Just when he opened his mouth to snap back, Stan tuned out of the bickering. He stared diagonally across from him at a pair of hazel eyes that had a frivolous glint in them. The color suited Kenny so well that it practically looked natural. Very natural. But unfortunately, it's not his real eye color.
The bell ringed, signaling the end of breakfast and the start of first period. As everyone in the cafeteria started getting up with their empty or half-empty trays, at some point Kenny and Cartman had stopped arguing because Kenny winked at Stan when he caught him staring. Stan blushed and cracked a small, embarrassed smile. Cartman's fatass was the only one to make a rude comment. Like, no shit that was super fucking gay; Stan and Kenny were dating, after all. Apparently, Cartman had forgotten, it wasn't even that long ago when they got together. It was two weeks ago at the time.
While heading to class, Kenny talked more about his dream. Cartman didn't want to hear any more about the poor boy's stupid fantasy, so he distanced himself from the group. No one cared that he walked away.
All throughout school, Stan kept thinking about Kenny. Well, more specifically, Kenny's eyes. He tried not to appear too distracted in his thoughts and memories, he didn't want to get caught a sixth time. There were only so many lies he could tell his friends and boyfriend, none of them need to know about his fascination for Kenny's eyes, not even the blonde himself, though for different reasons. His friends would think he's weird for having an intense liking towards Kenny's eyes, and Kenny himself would think that he only liked him solely for his ability to alter his eye color. To be honest, discovering that was an added bonus.
Thankfully, the seven and a half hours in school flew by without any humiliating incidents and now, Stan is at home in the comfort of his bedroom. He's sitting on his bed in a dark blue shirt and black sweatpants, his back resting against the headboard, just gazing into deep, solid green in front of him. Honestly, he could stare at the color for an extra hour or two. It just looks so...fitting.
"Staaaanny~"
The noirette blinks his eyes slowly, focusing on the teen in a white v-neck T-shirt and orange pants that's also sitting on his bed. "Oh. Hey, Kenny."
The blonde gives him the same blank look he gave Kyle this morning. "Really? After staring at me for ten minutes, all you're gonna say is hey?"
"It's only been ten minutes?" It felt way longer than that. Stan blushes a little. "Well what else do you want me to say?"
Kenny puffs out his cheeks and sticks out his bottom lip. "The least you could do is compliment me."
This time, Stan observes Kenny's face. His pouting countenance has significantly altered his usual handsome facial features. "You look adorable."
Kenny pouts a moment longer, then deflates his cheeks and retracts his bottom lip. His eyes brighten in a soft glow, erasing the green color, much to Stan's displeasure. Though the feeling is fleeting because now, Kenny's irises are an icy blue. The yellow tinctures from the light of the lamp resemble the sun rays gleaming within a pale blue sky. Stan is left speechless, he's never seen this color before. Kenny smiles coquettishly as he leans towards the mesmerized noirette. "What about now?"
The alluring irises captivated Stan similar to the first time he seen Kenny change the color of his eyes more than the tone of the blonde's voice did. Stan doesn't notice his boyfriend leaning closer to his face even though he's still looking right at him, that is until a pair of lips gently press against his own. But Stan remains stiff during the kiss, which lasts for five seconds.
Kenny pulls back and chuckles. He waves a hand in front of Stan's face. "Are you gonna be like this every time I show you a different color?"
"Yes," Stan instantly responds, finally blinking. Without another word, he cups Kenny's cheeks with both hands and kisses him again. The blonde lets out a muffled laugh. They separate. Stan is drawn back to Kenny's eyes.
"So this is your new favorite color now?" Kenny asks.
"I like all of the colors you've shown me so far," Stan answers truthfully. He won't ever forget the first color he was shown, it was silver. The lustrous color made Kenny even more attractive in a mystifying way. Stan initially wanted to see sliver more, but then Kenny began to show him other colors and since then on, Stan became eager to see whichever color Kenny chose to show him whenever the blonde came over to his house or whenever they were alone. Kenny loved experimenting with unordinary eye colors; Stan, of course, enjoyed seeing each color enhance his lover's appearance.
"I figured that." Kenny crawls over and positions himself to sit next to Stan, leaning his back against the headboard. "Well I dunno about you, but I'm tired of..." He pauses. His eyes glow faintly again, and they change to the color he had previously throughout school. "What's the name of this color again?"
"Hazel," Stan tells him.
"Yeah, I'm tired of this one,"Kenny says. He swaps his eye color back to resembling a clear and sunny sky, his irises shimmering in the lamp's yellow light.
"Why?" Stan asks, although he has an inkling as to what the reason is.
"Cuz I have to constantly wear it at school...and even at home in order to look...not out of place." The frown Kenny wears express pure annoyance.
Stan knew it. "What color would you rather have be your authentic eye color then?" He asks. Kenny answers by changing the color of his eyes once again. The rich, beautiful blue hue makes Stan's heart skip a beat. He feels his cheeks heating up as if he's standing underneath sunlight.
His awestruck reaction makes Kenny smile a little. "I love all shades of blue, especially yours. Reminds me of a...certain gemstone."
"O-oh..." That wasn't the response Stan wanted to utter out, but he's feeling too flustered to speak more than one word right now.
The blonde's smile drops into a slight frown. "Sucks my parents have different shades of brown eyes. The color is so...plain. I mean, there's nothing interesting about it. Only a few things come to mind—like wood, dirt, chocolate, and even shit! Imagine someone coming up to you, looking you dead in the eyes and says, 'Wow, your eyes remind me of the shit I took last night'. How do you even respond to that?!"
Stan lets out a disgusted laugh, the redness on his cheeks fading. Seems black isn't the only color Kenny dislikes now. "Dude, it's not that bad of a color as you're making it out to be."
Kenny huffs. "Overall, it's bland and I hate it."
Stan just shakes his head, saying nothing else on the topic, thus putting an end to further discussion regarding it. They sit in comfortable silence, Kenny laying his head on Stan's shoulder. They have the house to themselves until this evening. Kenny may be a chatterbox, but sometimes, he also basks in the peaceful quietude along with Stan. Simply enjoying being in each other's presence.
Eventually, five minutes pass.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, Stanny?"
"The next color you'll show me tomorrow."
"So you look forward to that more than spending time with me, huh?"
The accusatory question takes Stan aback. "Wha-w-well, yes, but also no!"
Kenny raises his head and frowns at Stan as if he'd just broken his heart. "I see how it is."
"Wait, Ken-" The blonde gets out of bed, intending to walk out of the room. "Kenny!" Stan hurriedly gets out of his bed and blocks Kenny's path, standing an inch below him. This is exactly why he never wanted to admit to Kenny that he was fond of his ability. "Please don't hate me. I know there's more to you than just you being able to change your eye color."
"But that's what you like about me the most." It wasn't a question, Kenny stated it as a fact. A fact Stan can't refute. Kenny can see it written all over his face.
"...You're right. But I liked you way before knowing that."
"I know, cuz I showed you after we got together." Kenny suddenly flashes Stan a toothy grin. "I was just jokin' anyway. I'm not upset."
It takes a couple of moments for Stan to comprehend what Kenny just said. He glares at him. "You asshole!"
"Besides, I can't leave without my parka and shoes." An orange parka is slung on the back of Stan's rolling chair near the noirette's desk, and a pair of beat-up sneakers are on the floor by the chair.
Stan forgot about those items in the heat of the moment. "Oh yeah, that's true."
Kenny laughs as he sits down on the bed. "Was cute seeing you act all worried, scared that you hurt my feelings." He puts a hand over his chest. "I'm touched."
Blushing, Stan scowls at him again, though with less intensity. "You better be for fooling me like that." He sits down next to the blonde.
Kenny smiles, rubbing a finger under his nose. "That's how good my acting skills are."
Stan playfully nudges Kenny's shoulder with his own. He really loves this straightforward goofball.
(A/n: I wanted to make this a lot longer, but time wasn't necessarily on my side last week. Was kinda busy. I also had the idea of Kenny's eyes changing color after every death, maybe I can make that into a one-shot. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed)