Kenneth 1990 [ a kenny/tweek fanfiction.

two.bus ride together

 [ Kenny's P.O.V. ]

I looked around, trying to find the sight of the blonde coffee-addict. I furrowed my eyebrows, I am pretty sure Tweek always joins lunch time, due to his heavy craving for coffee. Though, he was nowhere to be found in the cafeteria. My first instinct was to check his boyfriend's table, but there was only Token, Clyde, and the unholy Tucker. Tweek wasn't there. So, I looked at Wendy's table, where Tweek sometimes would sit whenever he needed to rant. How do I know that? [Silence] I turned my gaze to my ginger friend, Kyle, who happens to be close friends with Tweek as well. He was arguing with the fatso Eric, like always.

Eric, today, was wearing a really nice outfit. He had a red sweatshirt on, brown trousers, and a pair of black boots. On top of his head was a blue and yellow baseball cap. Similar aesthetic to his elementary outfit. No wait, it's exactly the same, isn't it? Beside him was the main man, Stan. He wore a navy blue t-shirt under a red flannel shirt. He also wore a pair of black trousers and grey sneakers. He didn't wear a hat, so his shiny raven hair was out for the whole world to see.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean Stan will be able to lactate, Idiot!" Hissed Kyle.

"YOU JUST WATCH, KAHL!" What kind of argument? I looked over to Stan, who was too embarrassed to even intervene the heated debate. I just laughed because the image of Stan LACTATING is just fucking bizarre. That's not even the funniest thing, this conversation isn't even new. This debate was like a secondary part to the debate they had yesterday with the topic of: Stan Marsh being pregnant, possible or not?

As I was about to ask Kyle where Tweek was. I caught a glimpse of him. There he was, walking through the canteen doors, clutching my note in his soft pale hands. He was smiling. Wait, what? He was smiling? He was smiling! I caught myself smiling after that. My heart could burst at any moment right now. I patted/slapped Kyle's back, really hard. He yelped and choked on his food, to which I didn't say sorry to. I was too busy being excited about Tweek smiling. Who gives a shit whether it was because of my note or not? That smile itself was so powerful, it's blinding me.

Play it cool, Kenneth. I cleared my throat and stood up from my seat. It shifted the whole seat, or bench. The screeching of the bench legs startled Kyle so much, he dropped the food that he was eating. Based on the sounds I was hearing, Eric was burning some calories with the laugh he was letting loose, while Stan was repeating "Are you okay?" over and over again.

Tweek rushed to his usual table and sat down. I looked at the situation. Tweek was in a really happy mood, Token and Clyde seemed to have a serious and interesting conversation. What was the unholy Tucker doing? I have no idea and I don't care. I made my way to Tweek's table, but the unholy Tucker caught a glimpse of me. So, I quickly sat down on a random seat to hide myself. Which happened to be Wendy's table.

"Kenny? What the hell are you doing?" Bebe asked, looking up from her magazine. I smiled wide, teeth showing.

"Hey, ladies. I just need to sit here for a while to relieve myself from," I paused and pointed towards my lunch table, where Kyle was still arguing with Eric while Stan sat silently. "that." Wendy chuckled.

"Are they talking about Stan being pregnant again?" I nodded. I looked around and the unholy Tucker was gone. It was my time to move. Before I could bid my farewell to the girls, I heard one of them say

"Guys, I heard Craig went out with a random girl last night."

"Are you sure? He doesn't seem to be the type to cheat honestly."

"Are you kidding me? He totally is the type to cheat!"

Well, well, well. Ain't Tucker a hottie? He got other random girls running for him. I won't tell Tweek, no. I would but I won't, just because I really want it to happen naturally. I finally bid my farewell and walked away from Wendy's table. Okay, so my target is Tweek. Not Token or Clyde. But Tweek. I head towards his table in a cool manner. With my hands in my pocket and smirk on my face.