The Depression

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(the best I could come up with have writer block)
(Kenny is downhill. Sort of drama-e even though I dont go for that shit. I guess Im venting my life right nao) (stans parents are broken up again)
(again I hope this dont go no where quick (look at potential)and that it goes somewhere far)
(RP with me! Im ronery)
(I dont like gay sex(well, male gay sex), but I'll make a happy exception)
(Kurt Cobain was married to a Courtney )

Kenny had not been feeling well. As of late, he had been sick, both in mind and body. The blond walked slowly, with his hood down, hands in his pockets, down a snow covered street to school. Late again. Of course. Garrison (or whoever) was going to have his ass. Kenny had quit doing his home work. As a matter of fact, ever since mom had been making him work at the meth lab, he had lost all aspirations. And school was no exception. I mean, he didn't need to graduate. All that existed in his world was porno, drugs, girls and more drugs. And food. Not caring about anything was great, Kenny had decided in his mind, ever since the other boys had stopped hanging out with him.

Fuck them Kenny's mind spat as he continued walking down the snow-covered streets, almost at the school. Today was another day in his life. Just another day Kenny thought with a new uncaring disposition. His pace slowed as he passed Stan's house. Why? He remembered that day, in the depths of his mind. The day he had lost almost everything. And by almost everything, he meant his friends. They had stopped hanging out with him. Just stopped. Like they got lives, or something. And then Stan and him had gotten into that big argument (my life lol maybe ill learn how to deal with it) and Kenny had to dip before they fought. Over what? Kenny couldn't remember right now (u decide). Nor did he care to remember, he reminded himself as he continued walking.

Kenny pushed the door of the classroom open, walking in sluggishly and gripping his stomach. It really hurt. Maybe he could go home today because of his sickness. Whatever it was, anyway.

He took his seat in the classroom just as the teacher turned his attention to the blond. "Kenny, late again, I see." The Teacher said with a sigh. "Where's your assignments?" The t\Teacher asked, approaching with a face that said "I already know" (life). " I don't have it." Kenny replied, setting his old not-empty backpack down. It seemed as if Mr. Garrison had blew a gasket. "That's the ninth assignment you haven't turned in." He semi-snapped. " You haven't done any work for the whole month!" The teacher continued, irritating Kenny that he was so openly discussing the matter. "Well, Mr. McKormick, I guess another visit to the principal is in order." He said, returning to his desk.

"I guess so." Kenny retorted, glancing around the classroom. All he really saw among the heads of students was Cartman, laughing, poking fun at Kyle. Kenny turned away from the sight, hurt inside it seemed because of the lack of care, maybe. Either way, he didn't care. But he did. Of course he would. His friends just up and left, and Stan was mad at him. But they just up and left, making Kenny feel like a poor piece of shit. But was that there fault? Did they even care?

"Who knows.." Kenny whispered, surprising himself as the teacher returned to the current lesson. Depression set in, as Kenny was left alone to his thoughts for the duration of his class.

Maybe I can steal Stan's girlfriend... The dark thought surfaced wonderfully in the blond's head. She had been giving him...looks...anyways. He was going to talk to her after class. Wouldn't that put Stan in his place? Anything really top get back at the black-haired jackass sitting near him.

Glancing around, Kenny stared over at Stan's girlfriend, named Wendy Testaburger. She was focusing on the lesson, not on him. How easy would that be? Kenny's mind thought, as he began to think through a plan to steal Wendy Testaburger. Oh GOD wouldn't that put Stan in his place.

Would it?
Well, what else could he do. And yes, it would.

He would talk to her afterschool.

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((Hey!!! Can I please join? And did you have a specific couple in mind?))

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(Duh please do )

(Kendy but whatever down dirty for any)

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Green eyes snapped to the side, glowering with an anger that would terrifyany sane person. But, the fat ass who was the cause of it simply laughed and crumpled another tiny roll of paper, flicking it off the edge of his desk and sending it flying at Kyle.

The redhead shook out a few curls, letting the assault weapon drop to the floor and reached across the aisle to bring his fist into Cartman's shoulder. Garrison looked about ready to flip out on both of them since years of their petty arguments made him more frustrated with them then ever, but then the door opened and his attention was directed elsewhere.

Kenny had also stolen Kyle's attention as well, as he slipped his legs under the desk and pretended to be scribbling something on his page so he could slouch over and hide his peering eyes under his curls. He did feel guilty about how he'd treated Kenny; it had been like what happened with Stan. When he started feeling down the group bailed to get out of the heavy baggage, and now that they were older Kyle couldn't attempt to justify it.

Cartman reached over, tugging one blood-red curl. "Nock it off Fat-Ass!" He shouted, reaching over to strike his arm again. It was at that moment that the teacher pointed a finger at the Jew, and back at Kenny, "You too Kyle."

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(sorry for this post)
(a romance perhaps but I speculate you're tired of them as you just got through with one(2))

"I just got here, Garrison." Kenny growled. Kyle. What about Kyle? Kyle studied with Wendy, didn't he? A connection. He would force himself to talk to the red-head afterschool, which was in thirty minutes. Time flew. A few questions would be the start of Kenny's plan.

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Afterschool

The bell rang and everybody headed for the door. Kenny caught up with Kyle, and grimaced for a moment as memories flooded him. Kyle. The Jew. The smartest kid he knew. A mere deserter now.

"Hey!"
Kenny called to the red-head from among the throng of students, feeling curiously. It was a mixture of slight happiness and pain. What a feeling, kenny thought, as he walked quicker to catch up with Kyle. "Hey.." Kenny said again, as he reached him. "Can I talk to you for a seck? About Wendy..." The blonde spoke, his face a little screwed from the sudden contact with his old friend. He longed to hang out with him again.

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"Wendy?" Kyle raised suspicious eyebrows, but he nodded all the same. It had been a log time since he'd talked to Kenny and a deep part of him missed him. He supposed that was what if felt like for Kenny also. As if some great big piece of him had been torn out, and the second they were together it was just like old times... until Kyle realized he didn't know Kenny's favorite color anymore, or what he was last listening to on his iPod. Those were such natural things back when they were smaller, and now that he didn't know them... it felt like they were further apart then ever.

"I'm not sure you should be asking me though, dude. It's not like I talk to her." THat was true, Kyle hadn't liked Wendy once they grew up. She had a way of being his biggest competition and a way of beating him out by the smallest of a lead. If he got a 99, she'd no doubt get a hundred and be bragging about it for weeks. If Kyle got an invitation from a college, she'd get one too and know how to talk about it as if they were willing to pay her to win her enrollment. Needless to say, he found her annoying.

"Maybe you should ask Stan..." He offered with a crooked smile, shouldering his backpack and adjusting it absently. "But I guess I'll help if I can. What do you want to know, dude?"

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"Yeah.." Kenny replied, his gaze not leaving Kyle's. "I just wanted to know, what she was like, that's all." He finished, as Wendy approached the Jew. "Hey Kyle, " She spoke with a curious tone of dignity concealed with casualty, "What time can I come over for that assignment?" She asked, folding her arms and leaning on one leg.

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"Oh, hey Wendy." Kyle smiled again and quickly glanced at Kenny. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to see in his face but he knew it had something to do with helping him interpret why Wendy had become so interesting to him. But apparently Kyle was out of practice when it came to analyzing Kenny, and was unable to tell.

"I've got to pick up Ike from his hockey practice at four-thirty." He paused a moment and decided to do a favor and leave Kenny an open doorway. As a form of an apology. "Kenny was going to come at five. You can too. I'm sure we could all help each other out."