Pizza, Fries and Cute Guys [ Crenny ]

The Beginning

‼️Offensive language‼️
✖️Don't read if you're not comfortable with cussing!✖️

His boots dragging through the dry, but colourful autumn leaves, Kenny McCormick makes his way to Stan and Kyle's new (and improved!) apartment.

He huffs to himself, shutting his eyes momentarily as his fingertips are nipped with a frosty breeze, his breathe airing from his aching lungs to clash against the cold air, forming a cloud of sorts in front of his pale face.

Fuck, it's cold as balls out here!

Kenny shivered, the autumn breeze feeling as if it was flowing right through him.
He pulled his bright orange parka hood over his bright blonde hair, feeling his red-cold ears almost immediately warm up from the comfortable cloth.

Pulling the dirty brown scarf hidden inside his parka up to his nose, he sighed, picking up the pace and taking longer steps, his laced boots tapping against the cracked and worn-out pavement placed beside the familiar street of South Park.

Warm-coloured leaves littered across the town, flowing through the fall breeze as they fell from slender maple trees planted in peoples yards.

At least the scenery is nice.

He thought to himself, his bright blue eyes dimming, before resting his gaze on the setting in front of him. A worn out stop sign on the edge of the split sidewalk stood tall, the yellowing and uncared for grass shifting in the breeze.

Kenny stopped abruptly, his mind going flat-out blank as a familiar figure rested against the stop sign, one of the flaps of his dark blue hat blowing into the boys face, before quickly being swatted out of his dark, hazel gaze.

Craig mother-fucking Tucker stood at the end of the sidewalk, leaning against the old, familiar stop sign. He was fiddling with his phone, his dark face looking stoic.

Shit! This asshole? Out of all times?

I abruptly spinned on my boot heel, turning away from the other teen. Gaining a glance from him, giving me a mini heart attack, and let me tell you, I know what one of those feel like.

I heard a loud huff behind me, a 'click' (which I assume is from his phone) and nearing footsteps.
I made a fist, before huffing and taking a couple blind steps before being stopped with a hand on my shoulder.

"Dude, are you alright?"

I heard a familiar voice in my ears, whipping my head around to becoming face-to-face with Kyle Broflovski. I blinked, processing in my mind with a confused gaze, before gently gasping.

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, dude."

I murmured under my scarf, before pulling it down, freeing the bottom-half of my face. Taking a quick glance behind the familiar ginger boy, having no signs of Tucker.

Weird, he must have left-

My thoughts were interrupted as Kyle chuckled, his freckled cheeks fluttering with a pinkish colour from the cold weather.

"Come on, Stan is setting up Guitar Queer-O back at the place."

He impatiently ushered me down the street, to a dimly lit apartment, practically shoving me through the door, causing me to stumble.

Since when did Kyle become so strong!?

I exclaimed in my mind, surprised with the small teenagers abrupt strength.
Kicking off my boots, I was greeted by Stan Marsh with a wave and a crooked grin.
I waved back to the black haired teen, the warm apartment air clashing against my cold cheeks.

The room was quite empty, except for the guitar queer-o set and a couple of couches placed against the bare walls, the only thing on the pale surface being a worn-out framed photo of Stan and Kyle as children, guessing, I assumed the time taken of the photos would be in grade three.

Kyle ushered me over to the set of drums, an excited flare in the teens emerald eyes.

"Alright, lets do this!"

[End of Chapter one]

*Authors Note*
Hey! Ah, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I guess it was kind of boring, not to mention short- sorry! I'll have another chapter up soon! Bye!

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