The Coming Out Series: Kenny to Everyone

"She loves you, dude!" Kyle reassured, a hand resting against his friend's shoulder.

"Then why would she leave me, Kyle?" Stan asked morosely, his voice muffled only by the table on which he'd slammed his head.

Kenny picked at his own food across from them, stealing a few of their tray items every once in awhile. So far, this conversation over Stan being distraught about Wendy's breaking up with him had lasted seven of the twenty-five minutes they had for lunch. With no look of an ending as of yet.

He normally never really talked, but he was so tired of having to hear them talking about this every two weeks. He had their speech patterns pretty much memorized by now to the point where he wondered if Kyle was actually trying to help anymore or was just going through the motions like a trooper.

Just as he was about to interrupt them, Cartman-who at this point was huffing every two seconds and completely finished with his meal-spoke, "Would you two fags shut up now? I'm trying not to barf-up everything I just ate!"

Kyle turned to Cartman, eyes full of life as they glared at the brunette. At least that answered Kenny's earlier question. Kyle had definitely been going through the motions. "Shut up, fatass, just because you don't have anyone who ever liked you doesn't mean you can go around hating those that do!"

"I have people who like me! Why Stan's girlfriend-"

"In elementary school!" Kyle interrupted, already knowing where Cartman was going with the earlier comment.

They continued like this for all of another minute before they entered into a different argument entirely. Something about Judaism, then gingers, and a couple minutes more and Kenny had no idea what they were talking about anymore.

"They're pancakes!" Kyle exclaimed, while Cartman just huffed and turned away to ignore the redhead.

Kenny raised a brow while the table fell into complete silence. Stan picked at his own food before scooting the tray over to Kenny. Kyle followed. "Woo hoo!" Kenny's muffled voice said as he dug into the remnants contained on the plates handed to him.

He eyed the table after a minute more, seeing both Kyle and Cartman seething while Stan was looking glazed-eyed over to Wendy's table. Near them Craig's gang ignored everything they had heard. They too, were silent.

Kenny swallowed, shrugging to himself. Silence wasn't his thing. Well, not unless he was the only one being silent. It was awkward and weird and he hated hearing the food in his mouth being chewed over everything else.

He licked his lips top to bottom, sliding his tongue smoothly over while tasting the salt of the french fries he'd just eaten. Salty…

Tired of the silence, and reminded of his night, Kenny spoke next with a casual tone, "So I was fucking this dude last night-"

"Dude!" Stan interrupted, face now up from the table with shock written across it.

Kyle was coughing, choking on the water he'd only just swallowed.

Cartman however, huffed at all of this, "Stop being such a fag, dude."

Further down the table Craig's gang sat. Tweek was apparently having some sort of fit of anxiety while Token and Craig looked bored. Craig just flipped him off. Kenny winked in his direction before turning back to his group.

"Are you guys gonna let me continue or…?" Kenny asked steadily, taking a drink of his milk. He took in everyone's silence then shrugged and began to explain to them in vivid detail about his night with the man from North Park.