The Goth and the Jersey Boy (A South Park Style Fanfiction) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Three: Chatting

Kenny and Kyle crossed the street, walking onto Main Street. "So, uh, who's your one anti-Jersey friend? Fatass, was it?" Kyle asked. Kenny chuckled. "Cartman, yeah." Kyle stuck his hands in his jacket pockets. "Eric Cartman?" He asked again, remembering the teacher yelling that name. "Yeah, from homeroom. We had a little dispute with people from Jersey about five or six years ago. It's a long story, but he's one of the few people who didn't get over it. Which is kinda sad, 'cause a closed mind keeps you from seeing the hot pieces of ass in front of you." Kenny explained, winking at Kyle.

Kyle smiled. "You're pretty decent looking yourself, McCormick." Kenny felt his cheeks get warm. "Thanks, babe." He said, trying his hardest to keep his composure. Kyle laughed the smallest bit to himself. "What about Stan? Can you tell me about him, please?" Kenny sighed. "Him. Okay, yeah. We used to be best friends. Him, me and Cartman. He had an on and off again girlfriend named Wendy. She finally broke it off once and for all late last school year. Then his parents got divorced. His mom moved to Denver and said she couldn't take Stan because she couldn't deal with taking care of him. Stan now has to basically raise himself because his dad is... ugh, he's just awful." Kenny scrunched up his nose in a distasteful way.

Kyle chuckled. "You seem pretty repulsed by both Stan and his dad." He stated. The story he had just heard seemed rather tragic to be hateful. "I am. I'd feel bad for him but... the things he said and did to us..." He trailed off, looking down at the snow crunching underneath his feet. Kyle frowned, wondering what he did. Kenny shook his head and looked up at Kyle. "He's pretty hot, though. Muscular, too." Kyle nodded. "He checked out my ass earlier." He said, casually, as if it were an everyday occurrence. Which, for him, it was. It surprised others, however. Kenny snorted. "Seriously?" Kyle smiled. "Yeah. You seem surprised." Kenny nodded, crossing the street and walking up to the bus stop. "Kinda. When Wendy broke up with him in... seventh grade, I think it was, she said it was because she thought he was gay. He insisted he wasn't but he never really lived it down." Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Wow."

They turned onto another street with a seemingly endless row of houses. "So I take it he's not always been goth?" Kenny shook his head. "Nah, he used to be pretty popular. He was the jocky-star-quarterback-football-team-captain type, which low key reminds me of Zac Effron. Wendy was the head cheerleader and only a little bit bitchy at times. His life was pretty good. But then Wendy discovered she likes pussy more than dick and his parents got divorced." Kyle looked surprised. "A-alright then." His voice cracked and he mentally swore at himself. It wasn't at all what he was expecting.

Kenny nudged Kyle. "What about you, Jersey Boy? Why'd you move?" Kyle bit his lip, trying to hold back a smile. This wasn't what you'd call 'Jersey behavior' but he wasn't in Jersey anymore. "As a matter of fact, my parents got divorced as well. My dad's still in Jersey, but my mom fought and fought for custody and now we live here." He said. Kenny nodded. "Can I ask why they got divorced?"

Kyle stopped in his tracks. Kenny stopped, too. "That's a little personal, don't you think?" He asked. Kenny half-shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. You don't have to answer. Just trying to get to know you." Kyle bit the inside of his cheek. "Are you sure? Or are trying to get to know my body?" He inquired. Kenny was taken aback. This sexy ginger from Jersey was smarter than he thought. "I- uh," He stuttered, trying to think of something to say. He reminded himself of Tweek, before he stopped talking, that is.

Kyle chuckled. "It's aight, McCormick." He said, and Kenny felt himself blush again. There was a subtle accent to that sentence that made Kyle even more desirable. "It doesn't matter. I'm not upset. This is my stop." He smiled, gesturing to the house behind him. Kenny looked up at the house. "O-oh, okay." He squeaked, waving meekly. "See ya 'round, McCormick." He said, smirking and winking. He walked in, leaving a blushing Kenny outside.