South Park One-Shots

Young Dumb & Broke - Crenny

Trigger warning. Underage smoking, swearing.

Craig's pov

"Alright, boys. I'm going to take a bathroom break, mkay. Y'all behave yourselves, mkay?" Mr. Mackey mumbled to me and Kenny as he walked out of the classroom. We didn't have a room designated for detention so we were currently in some random classroom. I rolled my eyes as the door shut and put my head down. I still had at least half an hour of this shit before I could go home. I heard a desk scraping against the floor. I lifted my head slightly off the desk and looked over at Kenny, watching him as he walked to the door of the classroom.

"Well, I say it's about time we got out of here. Don't ya agree?" he said playfully as he looked at me, his hand already turning the doorknob. I contemplated the consequences for a moment before ultimately deciding : fuck it. I quickly grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, walking towards Kenny. He smiled and cracked open the door, checking the hallways for anyone before quickly running out. I quietly closed the door behind me and caught up to Kenny. We ran out of the school through a back entrance and didn't stop running. Not until we were very far away from the school.

I rested my hands on my knees as I struggled to catch my breath. I haven't had to run so far for so long in quite a while. I glanced up at Kenny to find him only slightly inconvenienced by the run. He looked down at me and grinned. I hate to say it, but it was kind of cute.

"Now, I'm gonna go get stoned in the woods. You in?" he offered. I stood up straight and thought about it.

"I'm in, as long as you promise not to lace me with something," I said seriously. I've been laced with spice before and let me just tell you, that shit is not fun. Kenny chuckled and patted me on the back.

"Of course not, dude. Who do you think I am?" he joked. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I have no idea who you are, McCormick. Why do you think I brought it up?"

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I coughed a little as I exhaled the smoke. Kenny had the good shit. I passed the bong back to him, sure that I didn't need anymore. Kenny grabbed the bong, his fingertips grazing mine. I felt my heart flutter, which confused me to no end. I looked up at him and he smiled at me. A genuine smile. It looked nice on him. I quickly looked away as I felt my cheeks flush a little. Get it together, Tucker. You're just high. You can't have a thing for this doofus.

"Do you wanna come hang out at my place for a bit?" Kenny asked. He sounded...hopeful? This is weird. I looked up at him again and nodded. He slowly stood up and reached his hand out to me. I inwardly groaned and took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

"Damn, McCormick. How much do you workout?" I asked playfully, not yet removing my hand from his. His eyes flashed down to our hands and...did I see him blush? This whole situation is very bizarre. He chuckled awkwardly and shrugged slightly.

"A pretty good bit. It keeps me distracted. But come on," he said quickly, pulling me towards his house, our hands still held together. I adjusted my hand a bit and intertwined our fingers as we walked. He squeezed my hand and gently tugged me closer to him as we walked. My heart melted a little. I couldn't believe it. I had a thing for this doofus known as Kenny McCormick.

Teehee, I wrote this one while I was depressed and it surprisingly turned out okay. Anyways, feel free to point out any errors or give me constructive crticism, it is greatly appreciated :)