86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

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A/N: Excited for this chapter!! :)

(Day 530 Pt.1)

When Kenny took a week of vacation days suddenly, Stan's mind went through every worst case scenario. The most ridiculous one that came to mind was that Tammy snapped, and decided to murder Kenny.

Stan had to shake it off, and keep moving.

He'd been trying not to think about that night for days. Going through every moment in his head, Stan knew he wasn't crazy for thinking that Kenny was flirting with him, but the why was the thing he couldn't let go of. Stan couldn't fathom the real possibility that he might've had the same feelings.

Kyle had been the first to learn of the situation. After deciding to look for Stan hours after leaving the party, he found him outside of their apartment building, muttering about Kenny. It took a couple of days to recover before Stan was able to explain every single thing that transpired between them recently.

Although Kyle was proud of his super best friend for not making a stupid, drunken move, he could see it took a toll on him. Especially when Kenny decided to disappear after that. No one dared to ask Stan what happened, despite how worried the rest of the line was about their favorite grill cook.

Everyone knew how Stan felt about Kenny - except Kenny.

So, finally, when Kenny casually walked back into the kitchen, and clocked in like nothing happened, the whole restaurant seemed to fall silent. Of course, he noticed, but he'd been gone for a reason, and didn't acknowledge the attention. He kept his eyes to the ground as he went to remove his stuff in the back room.

Stan stood frozen from the opposite end of the kitchen. Luckily, Kenny hadn't seen him when he came in; he needed time to mentally prepare himself for what was going to transpire between them next. If that one night had just been drunken flirting, Stan could get over that, he would get over that for the sake of their friendship, but if it had meant more, he needed to know.

Answers would come in time, he decided, as Butters entered the kitchen from the walkway to inform him about new tables. Stan took a deep breath before he entered the customer service bubble, and lost his wants and needs to others. It was better this way, less pressure for both of them.

They would have to interact eventually, Stan realized once he started sending in tickets. He couldn't give Kenny space from him at work - it was fucking impossible.

Stan hesitated at the edge of the line, pacing back, and forth between the area where Cartman and Tweek cooked, and the entrance to the dining room. His steaks would be up any moment, he knew that, but biting the bullet, and walking down to the other end of the line where Kenny would inevitably see him seemed like the end of the world right then. Stan felt like melting into the floor, and combining with the stubborn grime on the floor.

Don't be a pussy, Marsh! It's Kenny! You guys didn't even get in a fight this time! What are you afraid of? Stan made some good points to himself, but he knew what he was afraid of. He was afraid of losing Kenny.

His heart pounded as he walked down the front line to Kenny's part of the expo window, his eyes falling to the ticket sitting on the plates for his table. Kenny's back was turned, focused on the other orders, much to Stan's relief. He let out a sigh as he began setting up the sides, and cleaning the plates for presentation; bumping the order off of the screen, he quickly left with the large tray before Kenny could get a chance to turn around.

This was fucking stupid, he hated acting like this.

He tried to focus on work in lieu of the many questions buzzing in his skull; he just wanted to turn into a fly, and sit on the wall, though. It was the anxiety, picking apart his vulnerable flesh like a vulture. Stan swallowed the dramatic sickness threatening to climb up his throat.