Second oneshot book

Running out of ideas~Stylenny (South Park.)

Stripper thing. I don't know what my life has become. I'm running out of ideas, it's late, I want to die, people know about the things I thought to be my private things I could love and want to kill the joy.
Warnings: Cursing and obviously sexual slightly. It's not like its stripper things or smut because I cannot write that shit, I barely know anything about pole dancing, which is a whole other thing from stripping. Also talk about trauma's because who does want their babies to hurt like hell.
Ages: 19 all.
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Kenny's POV.

"I'm out," Kyle says as soon as the others explain the stripper thing.

"Come on, Kyle. It's gonna be fun," Stan says.

"Shut up," Kyle says.

He puts his face into his hands, mouthing words he doesn't say, something he does while thinking.

"I'm in," Stan says, laughing.

"I would have thought you wouldn't be into the idea with how vanilla you are," Bebe says.

"I'm actually really into the idea, to be honest," Stan says.

"Why? Why are you into it?" Kyle asks.

"I've lost all shame," Stan says.

"I'm in, I guess," I say.

"Okay then, fine, I'm in," Kyle says.

"What?" Stan asks.

"I'm in," Kyle says.

He shrugs and takes his hoodie off.

"'Gotta be comfortable with your scars'," Kyle says in a very annoying voice.

"I guess so," I say.

I take my parka off, looking at my arm. It's nothing big but over the years, my back has become a fucking thing of nightmares, full of scars.

"Am i literally the only one that hasn't been in an accident that caused scars? Other than my side?" Stan asks.

Kyle smiles.

"Yeah but your side is really bad. Hey, come here, I need to look at it to see how it is going," Kyle says.

Stan walks to him and Kyle puts a hand on his side. Stan jumps, maybe more out of trauma than the pain. So I would assume.

"It's going to be okay, breathe," Kyle says.

I'm really glad for my boyfriends sometimes. They're both such beautiful boys.

"I-I'm fine. Yeah, fine, I don't think it's bad or anything, it's just sort of really fucking jumpy with it," Stan says.

"It's not going to kill you," Kyle says.

Stan nods.

"Yeah... it didn't," he says.

He sounds glad as well as rather enlightened, as he just now realised that it didn't kill him.