86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

18

(Day 505)

The girls at the bar whispered to each other as Tammy and Kenny took a table in the lounge.

Kenny was undeniably hot, most of the girls in the restaurant had a thing for him, so when they heard his fiancé was coming in - they had to check her out. They didn't say very nice things, of course, jealousy was an ugly monster, but Stan couldn't blame them.

From the moment he met her over a year ago, he thought that she wasn't a good person. After discovering what kind of truths she would hide from people, he felt reaffirmed in those opinions. For Kenny though, he tried to reserve his judgements.

The second she ordered Kenny to run back to the car for her, Stan dug his nails into the wood along the corner of the wall. Yep, he was watching them secretly too, just like the girls at the bar; it was pathetic how he was willing to drag himself across the floor to protect Kenny.

He wouldn't change a damn thing, though.

The girls took their opportunity to approach Tammy, Bebe and Heidi being at the front of the group. Despite the fact that Bebe was on and off again with Clyde, she liked to put herself out there for other options - kind of a shitty thing to do, if someone asked Stan.

Tammy must've been used to something like this though, her intimidating posture unmoving by the other girls' presence. She was fake. Her smile was fake, her voice was fake, her words were fake, and worst of all, her love for Kenny may have been fake. Stan only thought such a terrible thing from the way she eyed Craig as he came out from the kitchen.

When she waved at him flirtatiously, Stan growled. Is she fucking stupid? He hated how she had everything, and still acted like she deserved more.

Craig only rolled his eyes at her, stopping next to Stan on his way back into the kitchen. "Dude, is this really what you're doing now?"

Sticking his tongue out at Craig like a child, Stan snapped his attention back to Tammy as the group of girls giggled. "Uh, yep, guess so. Now, shut the hell up, and go away before I miss something."

He only chuckled, and left him to continue spying. Craig was sure to bring it back up later.

Kenny came striding back in as cool as ever, his dark eyes following anything except the group of laughing girls. He hated it too, it seemed. That made Stan grin a little.

Handing Tammy her purse without a word, Kenny beelined for Stan's "hidden" position instead. Stan tried to play off his stalking by fleeing into the kitchen, yet stumbled over his feet as he turned, and smacked face first into the wall. Welp, this is my fault. I'm fucking stupid!

"Uh, hey, Stanley." Kenny began teasingly as he watched him push off of the wall, and rub at his red cheek. "What are you up to?"

Still rubbing at his face, more now in embarrassment, Stan tried to laugh it off. "Ya know, just.. watching for customers."

The smirk never left Kenny's face. "Right, right.. Look, if you like one of the girls, Tammy could-"

"Hell no." Stan answered too quickly, his eyes going wide as Kenny may have grinned just a little harder. "I mean, no, no. They're not my type! I'm just, uh, bored? Craig came out here first, so.."

"You've been standing here for a minute, you sure you don't want one of their numbers?"

He wouldn't let up on the teasing, and as much as Stan loved it, it was also torture. Especially from the way Kenny never dropped his smile. "Seriously, they're not my type."

Kenny hummed, glancing back at the table for a moment. Tammy wasn't paying attention, engulfed in conversation with girls that she didn't even like. He seemed just fine with that as he leaned down closer to Stan to speak quietly: "Okay, fair. So, what's your type? Maybe I could help you get laid, man."

Oh, you could definitely help with that.. Stan cleared his throat, hoping the thought didn't slip out on accident. This was getting to be too much, from how close Kenny was standing, to how adamant he was about finding someone for Stan - he was itching to run away.

But, why lie about his type? If Kenny was truly one of his best friends, there was no reason to lie. Stan thought for a moment, nibbling at his bottom lip: "That's kind of a complicated answer.."

"How so?"

Ahhh, why is he so fucking interested?! Stan was beginning to sweat. "Damn, you are nosey today! It's complicated 'cause I-I recently realized that I'm.." He looked around the corner, making sure no one was listening. "Bisexual. So, hard to describe my type."

"Try me." Kenny responded without missing a beat, not a single hint of judgment reflected in his eyes.

It didn't surprise Stan that Kenny was accepting, but the fact he was still standing very close didn't ease up any tension for him. "I-I guess I'm looking for someone who is kinda fucked up like me. Wow, that sounds really weird, but I mean, like, they've been through things too, and understand how deep shit goes. Hmm, I also like someone who can stand up to me, and tell me I'm wrong - that's pretty hot. Oh! I should probably be with someone who likes a lot of s-"

Stan realized how far he was taking it, and snapped his mouth closed. For a second, he forgot that he was talking to Kenny about how Kenny was his type. Even if he didn't figure it out from that, Stan was anxious to think he'd figure it out eventually.

When he looked back up at Kenny, finally, his face had remained unchanged. The only thing that changed was the sudden appearance of a flicker of light in his dark blues: "Ah, Stanley, you see, I don't think any of those girls would be right for you. Don't really know a whole lot of single dudes, though.. I mean, Craig is gay, right?" Stan shoved his shoulder with a glare. "Oh! Right, Craig is with Tweek! Hmm, I'll figure it out for you eventually."

"U-Uh, but why?"

Kenny peaked over his shoulder again, his smile faltering as he noticed Tammy looking over at them with a scowl. He took a small step back, too. "Don't want you to end up with the wrong person."

Stan's own smile disappeared at this, a hint of sadness playing in Kenny's eyes again. He didn't know what it meant, but it hurt. "I won't."

Taking this as an exit to their conversation, Kenny made his way back to an impatient Tammy. Stan could feel her glaring eyes on him as he turned back into the kitchen, the conversation playing on a loop in his mind until he felt like he was going to throw up.

Was Kenny just flirting with him? Why would he be flirting with him?

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, Stan couldn't help but to replay that look in his eyes. He was missing something, wasn't he?