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Author's Note:
All right, here's the third one. John-SP150 requested Kendy and Revin oneshots. Here's the Kendy one. It's based on Avril Lavigne's song "I'm With You." I was going to use another song to base it off of but it seemed that it had too much Stendy mentioned (The lyrics of the song mention her with another guy that's second best, and Kenny was going to be the best choice.), so I'm going to use that one for another time. So here's the third oneshot.
Wendy stood on a bridge that sprawled over a creek that flowed through South Park one cold night. She had her arms rested on the railing and her head facing downwards as she stared as the chilly water below, staring at the rocks that lay underneath of the liquid.
The cold wind blew past her, causing her to shiver beneath of her thin jacket; she knew that she should had worn more layers since it was only late spring in South Park, Colorado and it had been freezing rain a lot lately.
She suddenly heard footsteps coming from her left. Her eyes darted over to the direction that she had heard the noises come from. She blinked, only to find pure darkness. She immediately thought of leaving; yet she couldn't, she felt as if she were nailed to the wooden bridge beneath at her feet. The footsteps grew louder and louder as a figure seemed to emerge from the shadows. The figure got closer and closer as the sounds of its feet, or whatever the figure walked upon, coming onto the bridge grew louder and louder. After what seemed like an eternity of being froze at the spot and holding her breath all the while, the figure finally became clearer. The first thing that she noticed was the color orange, an orange parka to be exact. She let out a relieved sigh when she realized that the figure was Kenny.
"Wendy?" The blond, who had his hood down for a change, asked out of surprise, "What are you doing out here so late?" He moved over closer so he could keep eye contact with the girl.
"I…I'm doing some thinking," She answered hesitantly. She never really liked talking to any of the boys in her class unless if they were her current boyfriend, in which she had none at the moment because of some feelings about a certain blond, let alone telling them every little detail of which she was doing.
Kenny looked as if he were becoming intrigued by her doings, "Whatcha thinking about?"
"Like you care," She scoffed, crossing her arms over her purple-clad chest and facing the opposite direction. She finally thought of something that would be appropriate, she turned back around and faced him, "Why are you here?"
"Well, I also came here to think. I do it quite often actually, not that it's any of your business."
"Oh, so what are you thinking about?"
He smirked as he came back with a proper comeback, a little bit of a game, "You wouldn't care."
She sighed; she saw where the boy was coming from. He was making a game out of it.
"If you tell me what you're thinking about, I'll tell you what I'm thinking about," She bargained, her tone being a nonchalant one.
"Well," He started, placing his index finger and thumb across his pale-skinned chin, "There's this girl I've been thinking about nonstop lately."
"Really? You're trying to find another girl to fuck? You're such a player, Kenny."
"Wendy," He placed one of his strong hands on her dainty shoulder, "That's not what I'm saying, now do you want to know or not?"
Wendy looked up into his sky-blue eyes, "I'm listening."
Kenny smiled when he realized that she hadn't removed his hand from her shoulder, "She's really smart and really pretty. She has a whole bunch of ideas and she's assertive with what she believes in and doesn't let anyone try to stop her doing what she thinks is right, not even my fat ass best friend, Eric Cartman. Sure, she's Stan's ex-girlfriend, but I can't help but fall in love with her. She has the most amazing grey eyes and when I look into them, I just…"
"Kenny, who is this girl?" Wendy asked in a confident voice.
"Um, well…"
"Why don't you just shut up and kiss her?"
Kenny leaned down and placed his lips onto Wendy's, tangling their tongues together. When they finally released about ten minutes later, he took her hand and lead her off into the darkness that surrounded them.
Author's Note:
The ending's kind of crappy so please forgive me on that. I'm going to try to get the other two requests done by tonight because I won't be able to work on them for a couple of days because Reagan (one of my best friends) is going to be spending the night Thursday because we're both ditching school Friday and I know that I can't try to type something with her around because she'll be leaning over my should reading what I'm typing; she'd also try to figure out my fanfiction account name since I won't tell her. Anyway, enough of my ranting on how annoying Reagan is. Thanks for reading. I'll still take requests but I probably won't be able to work on them until Reagan's gone.