Colorful Secret

One-Shot

(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.