#ler stan

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“Oh my god dude I don’t think I can do this.” Kyle said, bringing the blanket over his eyes. 

“Kyle, nothing’s even happened yet.” 

“I don’t care!” The ginger cried, peeking his head out, “I know what’s gonna happen!” 

He and Stan decided to have a Super Best Friend Horror Movie Marathon in perpetuation of Halloween. Normally, they would invite their other friends, but they wanted it to be just them. 

They were on their first movie of the night, Psycho. It was Stan’s favourite horror movie, and he wanted to share it with his friend, not knowing Kyle would get so scared. The scene played out on the television screen; the girl in the shower, her killer’s silhouette behind the curtains. 

Kyle let out a scared yelp and went back under the blanket, holding Stan’s arm with an iron grip. 

“Dude how are you so scared?” Stan asked, kind of amused with his friend's behaviour. He felt sorry for Kyle, he didn’t think this movie would scare him so bad. 

Kyle brought his head back up to glare at Stan before his eyes fixated on the screen again. He watched as the killer stood there for a few seconds before slowly lifting the knife in the air. He griped onto Stan’s arm tighter. “Kyle, you’re gonna cut off my blood circulation.”

“Why the fuck is she just holding it?! Why?! Just fucking do it already!” Kyle shook his head as he shouted. 

“Kyle calm down-" As soon as Stan said that, the killer struck, opening the curtains. 

That’s all Kyle saw before going back under the covers, releasing his hold on Stan’s arm to cover his ear as he squeezed his eyes shut. 

Now is when Stan felt absolutely horrible, so he paused the movie. This wasn’t Kyle’s first horror movie, they’ve seen way scarier ones before. He couldn’t tell what was scaring his friend so much.

“Kyle, I paused the movie. You can come out now.” The brunette said, still slightly amused even though most of him was worried. 

“No fucking way dude. I’m staying here.” 

“What’s so scary anyways?” Stan asked with genuine curiosity. 

Kyle blushed under the covers. “I don’t know… I guess just knowing what’s gonna happen is scary.” 

Finally, Stan understood why his friend was so rattled. “Ohhh it’s the anticipation.” Stan smiled sympathetically as he placed an arm over his friend's back, “dude you’re fine! It’s just a movie, no killer is gonna show up outside your shower curtain and kill you like that. Plus, the anticipation isn’t even that bad! If you know what’s gonna happen, then why are you so scared?” 

The question didn’t mean to indirectly call his friend a pussy, but that’s what it felt like to Kyle. He blushed more as he felt like he was overreacting. “Shut up dude.” 

After realizing what he said, Stan’s eyes widened. “Kyle, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” When he got no response, Stan came up with an idea. “How about this, I’ll show you that not all forms of anticipation can be scary!” 

Kyle shifted from under the covers, eying his friend's silhouette from under the thin blanket,  “I don’t know…”

“You’ll love it! Trust me!” Stan was now smiling as he raised his hands and turned them into claws. He began wiggling his fingers as he asked, “can you see my hands through the blanket?” The squeak he got from his friend was all he needed to answer that question.

“S-Stan… dohon’t you fucking dahare.” 

“What’s up Kyle? Why are you so freaked out? I’m not touching you yet.”

Kyle covered his face under the covers and groaned, peeking between his fingers to see Stan’s hands now hovering just inches above his abdomen. He gave a flustered yell and covered his stomach with his arms. 

Stan gave a chuckle at his friend’s reaction. “Dude! The trick won't work if you cover your stomach!” a kinda evil idea popped into the black haired boy’s head. “Here, I’ll do this instead,” he said as he threw the blanket off of Kyle. Before Kyle could say anything, Stan grabbed his hands. He then sat on Kyle’s hips while he pinned his arms under his knees. “Perfect, now you’ll get the full effect.”

Kyle’s eyes practically popped out of his eyes at how wide they went. “STAN! Wahait- this is wohohorse! L-lehet me go!”

Stan did not, in fact, let him go. Instead, he just giggled along with Kyle before he began wiggling his fingers above Kyle’s stomach again. “You’re so ticklish holy shit! Can you actually feel it?”

“Yehe- No! No I cahan’t! Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Kyle tried to push his head back so his hat could help cover his rapidly growing blush. However, that just gave Stan another idea.

“Oh you wanna cover your face, Kyle? Here, lemme help you with that!” He then reached up and tugged his friend’s hat over his eyes. The ginger curls now visible.

Oh no. Kyle didn’t think this through. Now he couldn’t see what Stan was doing! Oh god, this was so much worse.

“Stahahan! Oho my god, plehehease!”

“Plehease what?

“If yohou’re gohohonna doho something then juhust do it!”

“Okay! Okay!” Stan giggled and rested his hands on Kyle’s stomach. They weren’t moving, but Kyle still shrieked at the feeling. 

“STAHahahahan!”

“Are you still scared of anticipation?”

Kyle gave another whine and shook his head “no”. Satisfied with that answer, Stan started digging his fingers into Kyle’s stomach, the ginger throwing his head back in a giggle-filled scream. 

Kyle snorted at his best friend and crossed the room to throw his arm over Stan's shoulders and snapped a photo. It came out blurry as Stan struggled in his grip.

"Ah come on Stan, you're no fun anymore. Come on, you can sing with me." Stan shoved Kyle off as Kyle was already moving to the karaoke machine. Kyle pressed a button on the machine that booted up a song immediately. Kyle tipped his shades down to look at Stan with green-tinted eyes as he pointed at Stan with one hand and held a microphone with his other as the first notes of his song began to play. Stan rolled his eyes once more as he scratched near his eyelid, shedding black eyeshadow in the process.

"Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in stooore~ Giving it your all when you're dancing on me-" Kyle rocked his hips in tune with the music which Stan stifled both a groan and a blush at the same time at that; very confusing.

-"I wanna see if you can gimme some more~ You can be my girl and I can be your man, and we can pump this jam however you waaant~ Pump it from the side pump it upside down-" Kyle lifted one leg onto the couch and started humping the air in tune to the song, to which Stan stood up abruptly and crashed into him to get him to stop.

"Alright alright alright! Quit it!" Stan clicked a button on the machine that paused the song, silence filling its place. Kyle tsked, disappointed as he threw his arms up.

"Dude it was getting good, what the fuck?! Turn it back on." Kyle pressed the button to turn the song back on, but the machine didn't respond. Kyle pressed it a few more times, to no avail, and kicked it out of frustration. "This shit's gahbage. Need to get a new one, it's been acting up lately."

"Or the machine just doesn't want to play your shitty-ass song. Here, I'll show you what real music is. Not this disgusting Disney pop trash." Stan programmed the machine to play a new song, and snagged the microphone from Kyle, but not without a flirtatious wink from Kyle first. Stan's cheeks burned an uncharacteristic red as the first few notes of the song began to play. He began to sing.

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight. That's why my wrists are so sooore~" Kyle gave Stan a bewildered look as Stan kept going.

"I know you got a boyfriend, but you're a whore. Everybody drinking, shot glasses on the floor. We be clubbing all night, gimme some more-" Now it was Kyle's turn to shut off the machine. Stan petered out the last few words without the song's help and whirled around to face Kyle.

"Hey, what the hell? It was getting to the good part!" Stan asked angrily. Kyle put his hands on his hips and motioned to Stan.

"You call that music? They're talking about cutting themselves and whores for Christ's sake!" Kyle rose his voice while adjusting his shades, which riled Stan up as well.

"What about your song with you humping the damn air? That's not inappropriate?! Turn it back on, I said." Stan reached to turn the music back on the machine, but Kyle gripped his wrist before he could make it. Stan attempted to wrench his hand back but Kyle kept a firm hold on him.

"Hell no. We either listen to my music or not. I'm not catching your depression from your emo My Chemical Romance crap." That was Stan's final straw. With a growl, Stan launched himself at Kyle and took him to the floor. Kyle's shades and cap were knocked off his head as Stan straddled his hips. Stan knew he'd have to take the advantage as soon as possible because he did NOT have a physical advantage over Kyle. It was a part of the Jersey aesthetic for men to be ripped, and Kyle was indeed that while Stan was...not.

So Stan tore down Kyle's defenses the only way he knew how. Stan started scribbling his fingers in between the spaces of Kyle's lower ribs and sides; Kyle already bubbling up in laughter as he wriggled on the carpet.

"My music is not Emo you wanna-be Jersey Shore copycat. It's better than anything you've ever played!" Stan yelled, his black lipstick staining the corners of his mouth. It's been a while since he touched up his makeup, but that would have to wait. He would have to teach this lesson to Kyle quick before he tried any retaliation.

Kyle's red hair splayed on the carpet as he laughed and tried to grab Stan's wrists. "Pffmt- Stahahan! Stohohop thahat!" Funnily enough, in his laughing fit, his Jersey accent mysteriously disappeared. Kyle's eyes squinted as his smile took up his face; Stan's hand spidering his hard stomach. How could he have this many abs and still be so sensitive, Stan thought distantly.

"No, this is the only way you'll listen. You're not only calling my music Emo, but you also called it crap." Stan's next point was drowned out by Kyle's outpour of laughter as Stan kneaded an exceptionally mean thumb in Kyle's bare hip divet. Wearing his pajama pants so low had its consequences. Kyle's eyes were screwed shut as he was temporarily too weak to fight back."STAhahahan! Gehehehet ohohohoff!" Kyle yelled out and wriggled like a worm on a hook.

"Hmph, your fault for wearing your pants so low. I mean, who does that? It's like you're asking for this to happen. This is why your music and fashion tastes are questionable at best. See, if you would pay attention to any of the Goth Tiktoks I send you, we'd agree a lot more often." Stan grew way too comfortable with the situation in his position. He attempted to hold both of Kyle's wrists in one of his hands, which Kyle easily broke out of.

Kyle's hand shot out to start squeezing the closest part of Stan to him. It was Stan's knee that was exposed through his baggy jeans. Stan yelped and folded to the side, crumbling easily. Kyle popped up and dove in, causing Stan to shriek. Kyle's face was flushed and his curls bounced around his forehead while his fingers squished and kneaded into his best friend.

"W-Wahahait wahait waihait! No nohoho no I'm SAH-! I'm sohohohrry!" Stan fought to bring his knees up to his belly to protect himself, but Kyle found weak spots all over him. He squished Stan's sides, which made Stan cover his sides, and when his hands were out of the way he kneaded into his hips, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, talk about my accent leaving? You raised 3 octaves in your voice! I've never heard you so loud. You know maybe if you spoke up more often, I'd actually care about your opinion on my tastes." Kyle swung a leg around Stan's thighs to force one of them down and attacked his belly with one hand. Stan's tummy was definitely softer than Kyle's, with some chub around his belly button. Which just so happens to be ridiculously ticklish. Stan yelped as Kyle repeatedly squished the patch of chub over and over again.

"KYhyhyhyhle! Stohohohop stohohop stop! Nohohot thehehere!" Kyle was unfazed at his best friend's reaction. He knew when Stan really needed it to stop, and he wasn't nearly there yet.

"Huh, I wonder what would happen if I recorded this and sent it to your uppity black-clothed douchebag friends. You think they would kick you out of their dick-sucking club- GAH!" Stan didn't know how he did it, but he managed to wrench his grip out of Kyle's hold and shoved his hand up Kyle's armpit and started to scribble.

"Youhohohou ahahahasshole! Gehehehet ohohout of thehehere!" Kyle winced as Stan rose higher and shook his hand in the sensitive spot.

"Yeah? Well what if I recorded this and sent it to your orange spray-tanned "5-seconds-of-fame" seeking asshole friends and show them what a poser you are? I'm sure anyone THIS incredibly ticklish couldn't fit in-" Kyle reached forward and gripped Stan's hip and started to knead. Stan fell backward on the carpet of the living room like a felled tree. Kyle smirked at how easy it was to disarm his friend.

"You're one to talk aren't you, huh Cabbage? Well, you won't be talking in a second." Kyle's chain escaped his tank top as he thrust forward and started squishing into Stan's belly. Stan shrieked a manly sound as he started to curl up into his defensive ball.

"Shuhu-ahahaha! Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup!" Stan yelled out. Kyle snorted at Stan's attempt at being intimidating. Stan reached out and did what he could. Kyle's chain glinted in his eye as he grabbed the cross and yanked it off Kyle's neck. Stan kept it in a tight grip in his fist and raised it above his head.

Now it was Kyle's turn to roll his eyes as he simply started scratching his fingers in Stan's armpit. Stan instinctively shot his elbow down to save himself as Kyle attempted to pry his fingers open.

"Give that back asshole! It's my only Ed Hardy chain!" As Kyle was distracted trying to get his chain back, Stan reached forward and scribbled his fingers in Kyle's ribs. Kyle winced as he tried his hardest to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore his side getting squished. Kyle let go of Stan's hand and angrily squished Stan's kneecap to get back at him, to which Stan yelped and kicked his leg out reflexively. His Converse-covered foot kicked the glitchy karaoke machine.

Both Stan and Kyle stopped respectively at the loud clank; their hearts beating wildly in their chests. The machine made some whirring sounds, like recording and re-recording and wires getting crossed. Suddenly, a song started to play. The last two songs that were recently played on the machine glitched into one melody.

"Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight?"

"Hey scene slut, I'm still cutting tonight."

"I wanna see what you got in stooore~"

"That's why my wrists are so sooore~"

Kyle looked to Stan; his makeup smeared and his hair tousled. He lost his beanie somewhere in the fight. Stan looked to Kyle, his tank top half drug up and his hair a mess. Stan silently handed Kyle over his chain and shrugged his shoulders.

"This song actually..." Stan started.

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It was late December, a snowy day in South Park. 

“Cartman, I can’t share a seat with you, you're too fat.” “YES YOU CAN, KENNY!”

Cartman squished against the bus window, trying to make room for his friend. Kenny rolled his eyes as he tried to fit on the seat next to Cartman. 

“Can’t you, like, tuck it into your pants or something?” Kenny said as he started pushing his friend’s stomach trying to make room for himself.

“Kenny! Kehenny, stahap!” Cartman giggled as he pushed his friend’s hands.

Kenny smiled under his parka, “What, is your big tummy ticklish or something?”

“Shut uhup, Kenny! Stop!” 

“SHUT UP BACK THERE! DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE PRINCIPAL?!” 

Kenny let up at the sound of Mrs. Crabtree’s raspy voice. “No Mrs Crabtree.” Both boys said in a small voice. 

“That's what I thought.” Mrs Crabtree said as she turned her attention back to the road.

“Nice going Kenny. You got us in trouble.” Cartman harshly whispered, “you’re so annoying”

Kenny grew worried at that word. Annoying. For some reason, at that moment, it scared him. He brushed it off, however, as they got arrived at the elementary school. 

~~~ In Class ~~~

Mr. Garrison was talking about some kind of pop culture thing he saw on the television. Kenny was bored out of his mind. As he was tapping his pencil on his desk, he got an idea. 

Kyle was also bored, but felt bad completely tuning out Mr. Garrison, so he was trying to pay attention as much as he can. However, his attention was dragged somewhere else when he felt a poke on his side. His arm shot to his side, causing him to hit his elbow on his desk in the process. 

“Ow!” Kyle winced as he held the hurt joint. The whole class, including Mr. Garrison, looked at the red-haired boy in confusion. When Kyle looked at Kenny, his eyes narrowed. Both of Kenny’s hands were covering the part of his parka where his mouth would be, effectively silencing his giggles completely.

“KENNY, I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!” Kyle shouted, which made Kenny giggle so loud that he had to hold his stomach, causing everyone to hear his adorable giggles. 

“Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick, if you can’t pay attention to my lesson, you could just go down to the counsellor’s office.” Mr. Garrison said with a shake of his head.

“No Mr. Garrison! I was paying attention! I swear! It was Kenny!”

“I said, go to the Counsellor’s office! Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Garrison.” Kenny and Kyle said as they walked out of the classroom and down to the school’s Counsellor.

“What the fuck, Kenny? Why did you do that?”

Kenny started to giggle again, “I was bored!”

“Yeah, well now we’re in trouble! God, you are so annoying! If my mom finds out about this, she’s gonna–”

As Kyle went on, Kenny couldn’t help but feel his heart drop a little again. There was that word. Annoying. The sentence played back in his head, “God, you’re so annoying!”. Why was this effecting him so much?

~~~ After school ~~~

“So, you guys gonna come over to my place after dinner? I got the new Mario Party for Christmas, and it looks really cool!” Stan said as he showed his friends the game with a smile on his face. 

“Keeewl!” Cartman said, taking the game from Stan, “I’m totally gonna kick all your asses!” 

“Yeah right, fatass! You lose all of the other times we play!”

“I do not, Kahl! Besides, this is a new game! New game, new me! That’s totally a saying.”

“It’s new year, new me, dumb fuck!”

“Nu-uh! It’s game! Maybe you’re just–”

As the two bickered for probably the 10th time that day, Kenny felt a pit fall in his stomach. The boys were about to pass the building Kenny died in front of the day before. He doesn’t remember much of it, but he remembers something big and heavy landing on him, crushing him into the sidewalk. 

“Uh, guys?” Kenny said with a shaky voice, looking up to the roof of the building.

The boys looked back at their friend. “What’s up, Kenny?”

“Could we go a different way home? Y’know, being that I kinda got crushed yesterday…” 

“Kenny, don’t be a pussy.” Cartman deadpanned, “you’ll be fine, that was yesterday. New day, new you!”

“For the last time, Cartman, it’s new year. Not new game, not new day. New. Year.” Kyle said as he continued walking.

“Kahl, I can say whateva the hell I want! It’s freedom of speech, after all!” Cartman said, following Kyle.

“C’mon, Kenny, we have to go home and eat!” Stan said before running after his friends to catch up.

Kenny stood there for a second. He couldn’t believe his friends would just leave him like that. Well, he could. They have before. But it’s not like anything happened those last times, so nothing’s gonna happen now! 

… Right?

With a deep breath, he ran past the building with his eyes closed. He screamed when he ran into something hard, thinking he just ran into a moving car, or the same object that crushed him yesterday with his luck.

“Kenny! What the hell?!” Turns out, it was Stan’s back, “I almost fell into the snow!”

“I'm alive…? I’m alive! WOO-HOO!” Kenny threw his hands in the air in his excitement.

“... Yeah, dude, we know.” Kyle said, with a straight face, “now come on, we have to eat dinner, so we could go to Stan’s house.” 

Did they really not care?

“… Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m gonna go this way home,” Kenny said as he pointed to a side road.

“Are you sure, Kenny? We always go this way,” Stan said, a look of slight worry on his face as he turned to Kenny.

“Yeah I’m sure! See you guys!” He waved enthusiastically at his friends.

“Yeah, dude, see ya” Kyle said as he and the others turned to continue down the street.

Kenny stood frozen for a moment. What had he done? Was he really that… that… annoying? 

The blond collected his thoughts and headed down the road to his house.

~~~ At Stan’s House ~~~

“You all suck ass!”

“Shut up Stan! We just need to- Cartman! We’re supposed to be working together!”

“Oh, we are?”

“Yes, fatass! Get Stan!”

Kenny giggled as his princess Peach dodged every attack Stan’s Yoshi threw at him in the mini-game. That mixed with Cartman’s Mario pushing Kyle’s Toad in the way of one of the attacks, causing Toad to lose 1 out of the 2 lives that were given. 

Stan eventually gave up on Kenny, and went for Kyle, considering her had one life left. The blond was sat in between Cartman and Stan. When he was left alone, he looked at Stan’s sides. He smirked and squeezed it, chuckling at how Stan threw his controller up when he felt the sensation.

“Kenny!”

“Whaaat~?”

“TIME’S UP! … Mario, Peach, And Toad Win!”

“HA! SUCK MY ASS, STAN!” Cartman yelled, pointing to the TV screen.

“That was so weak! Kenny made me throw my controller!”

“All I did was help my teammates, dude!”

“Well, dude, what you did was totally cheating!”

Kenny giggled as the others watched as Toad, Mario, and Peach take 20 coins from Yoshi each, leaving him with 10 left. 

“Fuck! He’s still in first place!” Kyle said, leaving back on the couch. Although Stan only had 10 coins, he still had 2 stars (2 more than everyone else).

“Ha! Kenny’s little trick was pointless! See you losers after this round!” Stan said, grabbing his controller off the ground and getting ready for the next – and final – round.

Kenny rolled his eyes. He kinda felt upset that he did that, though. You’ve annoyed them enough for one day, Kenny. God, get a grip. That's what he thought as he watched his friends take their final rolls of the dice. 

The game ended how everyone knew it would; Stan in first place, then Kyle in second, then Kenny in third, and Cartman in fourth. Cartman was far from happy. Stan and Kyle high-fived, laughing at Cartman’s grumpy face.

“What happened to “new game new me”, fatass?”

“SHUT UP KAHL!” Cartman yelled, throwing his controller on the floor, “You know what?! Screw you guys, I’m going home.” Then Cartman waddled out of Stan’s house, and actually went home.

It was only 5:30 since the guys ate as soon as they got home from school to go over to Stan’s place. 

“Hey, we still have 4 hours until we have to go home,” Kyle said, looking at the clock, “What do you guys wanna do?”

“Uh… Kenny? Are you ok?” Stan asked as he noticed his friend was suspiciously quiet.

Kenny was thinking about the events that transpired throughout the day while fidgeting with the joycon of the controller.

“Huh? Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry.” Kenny said, his face heating up at how easy it was to read him.

“No you’re not, dude,” Kyle said, placing his hand on Kenny’s back, “What happened? Did we say something?”

“Well… Not- not just that.”

Stan and Kyle looked at each other with worried looks on their faces. Stan then moved to sit on the floor in front of Kenny to get a better look at his face. “You can tell us, Ken.”

“Ok. How come nobody cares about me? I die every day and no one cares! It fucking hurts, but nobody asks me if I’m ok the next day.”

Kyle furrowed his brows at that statement. “Kenny, dude, we care.”

“No you don’t Kyle! Not you, not Stan, not Cartman! Nobody! I asked if we could go a different way, and you all just called me a pussy and left me! I hate dying! This might come as a shock to you guys, but it’s not fun!”

“Kenny, we’re so sorry, we didn’t mean to make you feel bad. We were just-”

“Just joking, right?” Kenny finished Stan’s sentence, his hands turning into fists, “you’re always “just joking” cause “we’re guys” and it's normal for your friends to rip in you, and it’s no big deal. I’m sorry I’m so annoying, but-”

“Woah, Kenny, you’re not annoying!” Stan said, putting a hand on his friend’s knee, “when did we say that?”

“It’s all that’s been said to me all day! And if you didn’t say it, you showed that you were annoyed. Like, I know I’m annoying. I know that you guys forget I’m here. It’s whatever, I’m used to it.”

“Kenny, are you… crying?” Kyle’s face dropped when he heard Stan say that.

“No…” Kenny lied. He pulled the strings of his parka, so his face was barely visible.

“You’re gonna get your parka wet! That’ll be uncomfortable.” Kyle said, feeling tears coming himself. He couldn’t handle seeing the people he loves cry. “Kenny, I promise we care. We only say that you’re annoying to joke around, and I know that won’t make you feel better, but it’s the truth.”

“Yeah, we don’t actually mean any rude thing we say. I promise you, we don’t think you’re annoying.”

“You guys are just saying that to make me feel better.” Kenny said, reaching into his parka to wipe his eyes.

“I swear! Scout's honour!”

“Yeah, Scout's honour!”

“Even when I tickle you throughout the day?” Stan and Kyle looked at each other again, this time confused. Sure, they get embarrassed when Kenny randomly goes up and tickles them for no reason, but the two found it more funny and endearing more than annoying. 

“Is that’s what this is about, Kenny?” Stan asked.

“Not all of it, but kinda.”

“Aww, Kenny, you’re not annoying when you tickle us! It’s honestly kinda fun having the surprise aspect!”

“... really?”

“Yeah! It’s like, you never know when it’s coming! Right Kyle?”

“Y-Yeah! Kenny, if we genuinely found you annoying, we would tell you.”

“Thanks guys.”

“No problem, dude. Now get out of your parka!” Stan giggled as he reached up and unzipped Kenny’s thick parka, and Kyle took down the hood. 

Kenny smiled a little, not entirely used to having his full face exposed to his friends. However, those said friends loved the sight. Kenny’s blond hair was a little messy from being in the hood, and his tears dried up. His face was also a little pink from all the complements and reassurance. 

“Thanks you guys, seriously. I needed to hear that today.”

“Of course, Kenny! We love you, man!” Kyle smiled, no longer feeling teary-eyed as he saw Kenny’s little smile, “Is there anything else we could do to make you feel even better?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Kyle looked at Stan, and smiled at the expression he had on his face. It was a glint in his eyes and a sinister smirk. Kyle knew that face more than anyone. Oh, this was gonna be good.

“I actually know something we could do, Kenny! Why don’t you lay down on the carpet over here?” Stan said, patting the rug beneath him. 

Kenny grew confused. How could Stan know how to make him feel better? He was more curious, however, and did as he was told.

Kyle then joined them, already knowing what to do when he saw Stan sit above their friend’s head. Faster than Kenny would have anticipated (if he knew what they were planning), Stan reached down and grabbed Kenny’s hands, sitting on them so they were stretched above the blond’s head. At the same time, Kyle tased both of Kenny’s sides at the same time as he sat on the blond’s thighs.

“AHH!” Kenny shouted. That’s when it clicked. He thanked god that Stan’s parents and sister were out shopping, “whahat was thahat, Kyle?!”

“Oh, just the warm-up!” Kyle said with a smile, and went to squeezing Kenny’s ribs.

“Ahahaha! Kylehehe! Whyyy!” Kenny giggled, shaking his head and pulling at his arms.

“Stan, some help, please!” Kyle said as he saw the wasn’t getting much of a reaction. 

“Oh yes, of course!” Stan said. The boy then started lightly scratching at Kenny’s underarms, now exposed thanks to the lack of protection from his parka, only relying on the thickness of his undershirt (it’s not that thick), “Kyle, go lighter! They tickle him more~”.

“AHHahahaha! Nohohoho!”

“Oh, thanks, dude!” Kyle switched to lightly tickling his friend’s ribs, occasionally going down to his sides.

“KYLEHEhehehe, Plehehehease! Dohohohohon’t”

“Don’t what, Kenny?”

“Nohohohot fahahalling fohohor thahahat!” Kenny squealed as Stan’s touch grew lighter as well. “STAHAHahahahan! AHAHahahahaha!”

“Aww! Listen to his giggles, Stan! They’re just so… cute!” Kyle said, a huge smile on his face, “Who knew Kenny could be so adorable!”

Kenny’s face immediately grew red at the comment, “Shuhuhut uhuhup! Thehehehey ahahare NOHOHOT cuhuhute!” 

“Yo, Kyle, let up for a second!” Stan said, as he stopped tickling Kenny, Kyle following. “Kenny, tell me, can you feel the tickles?” Stan then raised his hands above Kenny’s underarms and ribs, wiggling his fingers slightly.

“Oh, Stahan fuhuhuck ohoff!”

“You didn’t answer~! Can you feel the tickle tickle tickles~?” God damn, Stan was going all out. Kyle was even turning red, just imagining how Kenny felt.

“YES ohohokay?! IhI cahahan!”

“Funny, ‘cause we’re not even touching you,” Kyle smirked, joining in on the bit by hovering his hands above Kenny’s stomach, a known death spot.

“KYLE! I swehehear to gohohod, if yohohohou gohoho thehehere, AH! Stahahahan!” Kenny squeaked as he felt a single finger go down his bare forearm. Why did you wear a t-shirt, Kenny?!

“What’s up, Kenny? Are you a little, ticklish?” Kenny was going insane. If they didn’t start soon–

Nevermind.

“AHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHH! GUHUHUYSS AHHAHAHAHA!” Kenny screamed with laughter as Kyle and Stan lowered their fingers. Stan lightly scribbling up and down Kenny’s forearms, and Kyle reaching under Kenny’s shirt to tickle his bare stomach.

This really couldn’t get worse.

“Hey, Stan, remember how Kenny cheated during Mario Party?”

Oh shit.

“Oh yeah! He did! The audacity he had, we should get him back!”

“NOHOHO! NONO- STAHAHAHAN!”

“You’re right! But how should we?”

“Hmm… How about you squeeze his hips, while I go for his tummy?”

Kenny grew more red of the use of the childish word. “WEHEHEHE DOHOHON’T HAHAHAVE TOHOHO- AHH! AHHHAHAHAHAHA! NONO- I’M SOHOHORRY!”

“Shush, Kenny, I’m thinking!” Kyle said as he used one hand to pinch at his hips while keeping the other one on this tummy. 

“AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHA- KYLE! NAHAHAHAHA!”

“Anyway, I think that would be a great idea, but I heard from Butters that his back is also a good spot! Maybe we should see for ourselves?” Oh no. Oh nono. Butters, you traitor!

“Ooh, great idea, Kyle!” Stan said, ceasing his attack, Kyle following a second after. “Would you like to do the honours, or me?”

“Guhuhuys!” Kenny was so beyond embarrassed. His literal crush talked about how ticklish he was to his best friends! “Dohohohn’t!”

“Don’t?” Kyle questioned, forcefully turning Kenny over so he’s laying on his stomach, “That’s funny, seeing as you enjoy being tickled so much, I thought you would be excited for this?”

“I don’t lihike this! Thihis is gahahay!”

“Kenny, you never asked us to stop” Stan smiled as he saw the blush spread to Kenny’s ears. Kyle then sat on Kenny’s right arm, Stan sitting on his left. Then Kyle got to work.

Kyle ran his fingers roughly up and down Kenny’s back, noticing how behind his sides seemed to be a particularly good spot. 

“Nohohoho! I’m sohohorry!”

“Kyle, go lighter! They’re more ticklish on him, remember?”

“Oh right, thanks!” Kyle smiled as he lightened his touch. Now THAT got a reaction out of him!

“AHH! AHhahahahaha! Guhuhuyss ahahahaa! AHH NAHahahahaaha!” Poor Kenny couldn’t even form a proper sentence! This whole situation was way too flustering for him. 

After a bit, Kyle let up and him and Stan flipped Kenny back onto his back. The sight they both saw was downright adorable.

Kenny’s hair was messy from the trashing, and his eyes were glistening from how hard he was laughing. His face was red from embarrassment, and his happy smile was bright enough to light up a dark room.

“Woah, dude, you’re so cute!” Stan gushed as he pinched Kenny’s cheek, feeling how hot they were from the blush.

“Shuhut up Stan!” Kenny said, pushing Stan’s hand away. 

“No, he’s right!” Kyle piped up, “your smile is so nice, actually!”

Kenny felt his cheeks heat up more, “I- no- shut up!” Kenny then covered his face. 

“I think Kenny like the compliments~!” Stan teased, poking at Kenny’s stomach.

“Wihill yohou!”

“Fine, but one last thing.” It was Kyle’s turn to smirk as he suddenly lifted Kenny’s shirt and blew the biggest raspberry he could muster right on the center of the blond’s stomach.

“AAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! KYLE! Why! Why wohohould yohohou dohoho thahahahat?!”

“Cause I felt like it,” Kyle said with a smile, lowering Kenny’s shirt, “how ya’ feeling, Kenny?”

“Ehehehe… be-better,” he said with a smile, “Thanks you guys.”

“Woah Kenny… are you saying you…” Stan smirked, “like being tickled?”

Kenny’s eyes widened, “What? No I don’t! That’s gay!” 

“Really? Cause you didn’t tell us to stop.”

“Shut up Kyle!” Kenny’s face was back to being red, “I don’t like it!”

“Sure, Ken,” Stan said with a smile and a poke to Kenny’s side, his smile widening when Kenny squeaked and covered his side, “now, wanna play Mario Party again?”

Kenny’s smile went wider. Kyle nodded his head, “Yeah, and this time, I’m gonna win, Stan!”

“In your dreams, Kyle!”

The three boys giggled as Stan got the game back on. 

"Come on dude, you gotta watch. Nothing scary is even happening right now." Stan reasoned. Kyle left his small hidey-hole that he had made in Stan's jacket and watched the screen warily. Stan's shoulders and right arm were assimilated into Kyle's anatomy as Kyle had his arm barred over Stan's chest to hug his farthest shoulder and held onto Stan's arm to grip his arm for stability.

Stan could feel Kyle's heartbeat in his chest with how Kyle was so pressed into his body. Stan held in his laughter from the situation. He knew Kyle to be a logical person, so wouldn't he know it was just a movie?

A jumpscare from the clown shot across the screen. Kyle yelped and physically jumped, and buried his face in Stan's shoulder. Stan couldn't keep in his laughter and burst into lighthearted chuckles.

"Pfft- hahahaha! Duhude come ohon, are you serious?" Stan asked, Kyle, clutching onto Stan for dear life. Kyle looked up from Stan's jacket with a death glare in his eyes.

"Dude shut up! You're the one who put on this stupid movie! I can't watch this!" Kyle whined. Stan rolled his eyes and absent-mindedly stole his arm back from Kyle to wrap it around Kyle's back and pulled his best friend closer.

"You're fine, Kyle, just chill," Stan suggested. Kyle froze next to Stan's side, confused about what just happened, but silently accepted it as he nestled in.

Art the Clown popped up next to the protagonist, making Kyle jump in Stan's side. A smile curled on Stan's lips as he watched his scared best friend. It was sweet, in an odd way. Stan moved to eat some popcorn placed on his other side, Kyle's favorite that he wasn't even eating.

"Alright dude, I seriously can't watch anymore. Can we just- AH!" Kyle yelped from another jumpscare and shoved his face back into Stan's shoulder. Stan fought a smile off his face as he pulled on Kyle's shoulders.

"Okay okay, we'll choose something else. You gotta get off me first, I need the remote." Stan said in a begrudging manner. Kyle shook his head quickly into Stan's shoulder and dug his fingers into Stan's jacket. Stan rolled his eyes as he tried prying Kyle off of him once more.

"Kyle get off. You want the movie to keep playing or no?" Stan asked Kyle as if he were a child. Kyle shook his head at that as well. "Then you need to get off so I can switch it!" Despite Stan's tone, he found this very amusing. Kyle never usually acted his age, so for him to be so terrified of a movie like this was entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, a sinister idea planted itself into Stan's head. Stan turned his fingers into claws and took on an evil voice.

"Oooo Kyle~ You scared Art the Clown is gonna getchya?" Stan grabbed hold of Kyle's wrist that was across Stan's chest holding onto Stan's left shoulder, and folded his right hand under Kyle's open armpit. "He's gonna getchya with his claws, and he's gonnaaaa...get you!" Stan started scribbling his fingers into Kyle's small divet of open armpit, his fingers scritching into the cloth of Kyle's jacket.

Kyle immediately reeled back from his friend and squealed, but with Stan's hold on his arm across his chest, his arm stayed outstretched. "Stahahan! Duhuhude quihihit! Thahat's nohohot funnehehee!" Kyle giggled with narrowed eyes. Stan kept up his game by keeping his fingers curled in like claws, equating them to a scary monster.

"Imagine if Art knew juust how ticklish you were, he'd neeever let you go~ He'd tickle you all day long with his razor-sharp claws!" Stan teased, his fingers now dotting into Kyle's armpit and down his ribs. Kyle yelped and jumped like he was getting electrified, and pulled his leg up to try and shield himself. But with his positioning, Kyle's leg lay across Stan's lap now.

"Oh, thanks for your leg, Kyle. So yummy for Art to eat up!" Stan let go of Kyle's arms to sink his fingers into Kyle's jeaned leg, Kyle giggling from the childishness of it all and from Stan's tickly fingers in his thigh. Kyle tried to arch back from the tickles, but Stan kept a good grip.

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup ahahahasshole!! Yohohou suhuhuhuck!" Kyle started pounding his fists light-heartedly into Stan's shoulder, while Stan found a sweet spot between Kyle's knee and thigh and squished in between. Kyle broke out in fresh peals of laughter as he tried to steal his leg back from Stan.

"Mmm yes, I do suck. I suck your blood! Mmm so- uh, kosher. Tastes like matzo ball soup." Stan laughed along with Kyle as his fingers squished up and down Kyle's thigh and that small divet he found. Kyle tried standing up on the couch by putting his arms behind him and leveraging himself up and off the furniture. That was quickly remedied by Stan who took his hands off Kyle's leg and started tickling his tummy and sides.

Kyle squeaked and fell back into the couch, Stan now hovering over him as Kyle tried to bring his leg up to protect himself. Stan felt his best friend wriggle underneath him and thought it was very funny. "Stahahan stohohop! Reheheally! I'hi'll wahahatch the mohohovie I swehehear!" Kyle begged. Stan quirked his lip as he lessened his tickling up a little bit, but Kyle was such a big ball of nerves it wasn't much of a difference.

"Dude I said I would change it! You don't even know why I'm tickling you, do you? You're just a ticklish little guy aren't you?" Stan teased, Stan found a good spot in Kyle's side and squished into it. Kyle gave a small scream and bat his friend in the chest.

"Yehehehess! Wahah- Wahahait wahait nohoho! I'm nohohohot!" Stan smiled as his friend fought his tickles and found his hand scribbling in his friend's tummy. Tickling him was always fun. His laugh was a treasure. But, Stan did decide that that was enough. He didn't want Mr. and Mrs. Broflovski to wake up from Kyle's laughter.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop. Geez you-" Stan looked down at Kyle, his hat slightly knocked askew and his cheeks bright with blush. The colors from the TV flashed across Kyle's face, making his green eyes pop. Kyle breathed in deeply, his chest moving from getting air back into his lungs. Stan swallowed as Kyle looked up at him.

"Stan? You okay?" Kyle asked, a little breathless. Stan never realized just how... pretty, his friend was. Stan nodded up and down robotically and reached for the remote above Kyle's head.

"Yeah uh... just need to change the channel," Stan said in a monotone voice. He felt as if he was put on autopilot while he screamed internally. He couldn't possibly have feelings for Kyle, could he? Stan moved his arm up to switch the channel, but Kyle put his hand over Stan's. Stan looked to his right to see a light smile on Kyle's face.

"Hey, you don't have to change it. As long as I have you next to me, it's not so scary." Kyle admitted. Stan's face bloomed with blush, freezing stiff next to Kyle. Automatically, the two settled into the couch, Kyle dipping under Stan's arm to be at his side again. Stan covered his mouth in his shock, not hearing what was being said to him.

A poke to Stan's side shocked him, snapping him out of his reverie. Stan looked down at Kyle, who gave him a curious look. "Dude, you okay? Don't tell me I have to distract YOU from the movie now." Kyle challenged. That was enough for Stan to get back to normal. Stan rolled his eyes and settled into the couch for real this time.

 “Ahahaha! Suck me off, asshole!” Cartman left Nick with worst health than he found him in, and threw pipe-bombs down below near Kyle. 

 “Cartman, you fucking asshole! Help us!” Just at that moment, Kyle was caught by a smoker on the third balcony. Kyle’s character, Rochelle, started kicking her legs as she was trapped from the smoker’s tongue. 

 “AYE! If anyone’s exterminating Jew’s it’s me!” Cartman’s character sniped the smoker. The smoker died from a headshot and released Kyle’s character. 

 “Oh finally, you’re actually useful- DUDE!” Don’t fucking shoot me, douchebag!” Kyle shouted at Cartman. Cartman laughed with his mouth full of chips. 

 “Aaaaand I’m dead. Thanks guys.” Stan’s square of the screen read that his character was dead, and spectated Kyle’s screen as Rochelle. Stan sighed and threw himself back to lean on the couch. The door opened behind the boys as someone stepped inside the house. 

 “Omph, hey guymphs.” Kenny walked into the living room carrying grocery bags with him. Stan turned back to greet him as Kyle and Cartman kept playing. 

 “’Sup dude. Jump in, we got you as Ellis. Dead Center finale. D’you get the soda?” Kenny sat down on the couch as Stan started rifling through the grocery bags. 

  “M’yeah, I got the soda. Dude it cost two more bucks than last time for no reason.” Kenny removed his hood and shook out his blonde locks. Stan cracked open a cold one and took a sip out of it.

 “CARTMAN! Get me up already!” Kyle exclaimed. A jockey got Rochelle down to the ground, and a spitter spat directly onto his position. Kenny settled into the couch as both him and Stan watched the carnage. 

 “Can’t. I’m down too.” Coach got down from harassing an aggressive tank, and was sure he could mow down the zombie horde when he covered the tank in boomer bile. However, there were too many zombies at once, plus a stalking hunter that finished him off. 

 “This is what happens when you shoot your teammates, you fucking retard!” Kyle rolled his eyes as Cartman shifted on his beanbag chair and pointed a fat finger in his face. 

 “AYE! That’s half the fun, Kahl! Left 4 Dead is boring as shit if you don’t shoot your teammates!” Cartman retorted. The living room was filled with the agonized screams of the dying characters and the growls of the zombies, before eventually cutting to the loading screen after both characters died. 

 Kyle turned back to greet Kenny and look through the grocery bags. “’Sup Kenny. Did you get the Twizzlers like I asked?” Kenny snapped his fingers as his face looked enlightened. 

 “Thaaaat’s what I forgot! I swear I was gonna fucking lose it. I knew I forgot something I just didn’t know what. I got Oreos though.” Kenny offered the package to Kyle, but Kyle turned him down. 

 “Uh, no thanks man, I don’t like Oreos.” Cartman perked up at the sound of food and snatched the package from Kenny’s hands. 

 “I’ll be taking that, thank you, ‘food stamps’.” Kenny rolled his eyes at the nickname as Stan turned to Kenny. 

 “Oh Kenny sorry, did you get the M n’ M’s I asked for? I texted you about them.” Stan looked up to Kenny on the couch. Kenny held the side of his neck as he sighed. 

 “Sorry Stan. Totally slipped my mind. I was thinking about them too, but I passed by the aisle.” Stan’s gaze turned downcast as he sipped his soda again. 

 “Uh, it’s alright dude, no sweat.” Cartman scrolled through his phone as Kyle picked up his controller. 

 “Hey ‘beggar’ did you get my Ding-Dong’s and Ho-Ho’s and Twinkies?” Cartman asked Kenny. Kenny didn’t like these new nicknames he was trying out for size. 

 “Damn fatass you want the whole fucking store?” Kyle accused. 

 “Shut your ass up Jew! I know your gun is pink choosing Rochelle as your character, gaywad!” Cartman pointed at a frustrated Kyle. 

 “My gun isn’t pink!!” Kyle shouted back. 

 “Uh Cartman, I forgot. Sorry. I don’t even remember you asking for all that stuff to be honest...” Kenny spoke up. The boys inwardly groaned as less and less snacks were available for the hangout. 

 Stan looked up to Kenny and threw up his hands. “Dude what the hell is going on? You forgot nearly everything we asked for, and this isn’t the first time this has happened either.” Kyle looked back at Kenny and agreed with Stan. 

 “Yeah man, about half of the stuff we ask for or all the stuff we ask for just slips your mind. And I tell you every single time to bring a grocery list, but you-” Kenny put up his hands as he scooched forward on the couch. 

 “I don’t like bringing grocery lists ‘cause the list is too small to need one.” Kenny explained. Cartman turned his head to the side without taking his eyes off his phone. He was scrolling through a #shitpost channel in a Discord server. 

 “Clearly not dipshit, if you’re forgetting the whole fucking thing.” Cartman called out. “We can’t even hang out like this if we don’t have anything to fucking eat!” 

 “Well what do you guys want from me? I don’t know why I forget stuff, it’ll just be in my brain one minute and then it goes *poof* like it was never there.” Kenny made it look like his brain was blowing up with both his hands to accentuate his point.

 “We want you to swallow your pride and go back to the store with a list this time. So you don’t forget anything.” Stan stated, straightforward. Kenny put up his hands with his eyes closed. 

 “Alright, alright, just tell me everything you guys want and I’ll go back and get it.” Kenny said. Kyle shook his head, his curls swishing from side to side. 

 “No dude that’s not gonna work. Bring a list with you so you don’t forget any groceries this time.” Kyle tried for lightness, but Kenny’s stubbornness was starting to upset him.

 “I don’t need it guys, I got it! It’ll just be a few things, I’ll remember this time!” Kenny argued. Stan pinched his two eyelids together to suppress a headache as Cartman swiftly stood up from his beanbag chair. Well, as swiftly as he could anyway. 

 “Alright Kenny, you give us no other choice. Just remember we gave you plenty of chances. Stan, go grab a marker from the junk drawer in my kitchen. Kyle, help me out here.” Stan stood up to do what he was told, and figured Cartman would just fill out the list himself on paper and hand it to Kenny. Stan walked into the kitchen and started opening random drawers to try and locate the marker. 

 “Hey what- DUDE! What the- GET OFF! GUYS!” Stan located a black marker eventually, but heard commotion from the living room. Stan ran back to the living room to see Kyle and Cartman wrestling down a resisting Kenny. 

 “What the fuck-” Stan stuttered as Cartman looked up from his place. He had Kenny’s left arm and Kyle had his right. Kenny was in a half-squatting position while he bucked and tried to throw his friends off of him. 

 “Stan! Grab his legs!” Cartman pointed and ordered at Stan. Kenny threw his elbow back to try and jab Kyle in the gut. He turned wild as Stan advanced toward him and kicked his legs out. 

 “Get the hell off me!” Kenny demanded as Stan took hold of his legs and all three boys lowered a writhing Kenny onto the carpet. Kyle sat on the floor and hugged Kenny’s arm between his legs, while Cartman was less courteous and just sat on his elbow. Kenny growled as Stan parted his legs and sat on his thigh. 

 “Alright Stan, take this down.” Cartman reached forward and grabbed the hem of Kenny’s jacket and shirt and lifted it up to his chest, revealing his bronzed skin. Stan put two and two together as he uncapped the black marker he had. 

 “Guys seriously, get the hell off me! I’ll remember, I swear!” Kenny twisted and squirmed underneath his friends, his pants riding lower on his hips with his struggling. Stan held Kenny’s bare side to keep him steady. 

 “Alright, we want more Dr. Pepper, we need M n’ M’s, the Ding-Dong’s, the Ho-Ho’s-” Kyle listed off. Stan ducked his head and started writing down the grocery list onto Kenny’s bare tummy. Kenny huffed and started to sputter under Stan’s marker; his tough guy struggling crumbling as soon as the marker started to write. 

 “Pfft- Pfmhmhmt- St-Stahan! S-Stop it!” Stan held a tighter grip on Kenny’s side to keep the skin taught, but it slipped under his thumb as Kenny’s tummy spasmed. Stan’s eyebrows furrowed as he wrote out every word as legibly as he could. 

 “Okay, Ding-Dong’s, Ho-Ho’s, M n’ M’s, what else?” Stan was finishing up a few words on Kenny’s skin while trying to keep the marker steady on Kenny’s shuddering tummy. 

 “Oh, we need Twizzlers, Junior Mints and Coke.” Kyle recited. Kenny took a breath as Stan flattened Kenny’s stomach and wrote the continuing grocery list underneath the initial groceries. Kenny laughed out as he twisted and pulled at his elbows. Kyle hugged Kenny’s arm tighter to his chest to better restrain him, while Cartman scrolled through his phone. 

 “Pfftah- ahahaha! Stan- Stahahahan!” Kenny giggled and brought up his one free leg fruitlessly. Stan’s eye winced in concentration as he tried to keep his lettering straight across Kenny’s belly, but his flexing was making it hard. At least it was a flat surface. He couldn’t imagine trying to write on Cartman’s folds. 

 “Dude quit fucking squirming- Jesus-” Stan complained and pushed down on Kenny’s hip to finish up the last of the lettering. 

 “I cahahahan’t hehehehelp it ahahahasshole!” Kenny yelled out, and tried to fold himself in half to escape the marker. His belly made a small wrinkle as he curled himself up, and smudged the writing. 

 “Aw dude, what the fuck, Kenny? Now I have to write over what I just wrote so you can read it.” Stan, completely oblivious to what he was subjecting his friend to, forced Kenny to straighten out his belly and started writing over the words he already wrote. 

 “Aahahahaha! Fuhuhuhuck- Stahahahan stohohohop! Pl-Plehehehease!” Kenny’s free leg kicked out just to bring itself back up again in a desperate attempt to protect himself. That damn marker was too teasy. Kenny was gonna shove it so far up Stan’s...Kyle watched Stan write down the grocery list curiously as Kenny’s tummy pulsed up and down with his laughter. 

 “Alright, anything else?” Stan asked as he re-wrote the grocery items. Kenny laid limp and breathed out on the carpet as Cartman spoke up. 

 “Yeah, we’re gonna need three packs of Mega-Stuf Oreos, two liters of Sprite and three bags of Doritos. Make sure you get the Cool Ranch ones or I’m sending you back a third time.” Cartman stated. Kyle rolled his eyes as Stan began writing down the requested groceries. Kenny’s laughter filled up the living room again as Kyle looked at Cartman. 

 “Chrihihist! Stohohop ahahalready! This- Thihihis suhuhuhucks!” Kenny cried out as his tummy tried curling up in protection. Stan was writing over the skin above his belly button now. The surface was a bit raised here from the flat muscle, but the contracting from his laughter made the area shaky. 

 “You wonder why you’re tubby, fatboy.” Kyle antagonized Cartman. Kenny’s hand clenched and swatted for Kyle’s face. Kyle’s head jolted back at the small attempted attack, and bat Kenny’s hand in retaliation. 

 “I’d be big boned any day of the week than a retarded Jew, Kahl.” Cartman didn’t look up from his phone as Cartman retaliated. Kyle scoffed as Stan finished the last item on Kenny’s stomach. 

 “Okay, that’s three liters of Sprite, two bags of Cool Ranch Doritos, and three packs of Double-Stuf Oreos-” Cartman shook his head as he looked up at Stan from his phone. 

 “No no no. It was TWO liters of Sprite, three bags of Cool Ranch Doritos and three packs of MEGA-Stuf Oreos.” Cartman quoted. Stan pushed back his hat as it fell into his eyes. Kenny breathed underneath the three of them with his head back on the carpet. 

 “Oh crap. Well what should I do? It’s already on him?” Stan asked. Kyle shrugged. 

 “Just scribble it off and write it again.” Kyle suggested. Stan shrugged himself as he took the marker and scribbled out the writing on Kenny’s belly. Kenny jolted and bucked his hips to try and throw off the marker with renewed energy. 

 “GAHAHA-hahahad! Nohohoho no no stohohop!” Kenny’s eyes screwed shut as Stan blacked-out the numbers for the Sprite, Doritos, AND corrected the name on the Oreos. Stan tightened his knees around Kenny’s thigh to keep him steady, and started to write the new requested numbers over the scribbles in smaller font. 

 “Jeez Kenny, you’re jumpy today- what gives?” Kyle asked his friend. Kenny’s hair shook against Kyle’s shoe as he laughed with pink cheeks. His arm hung loose in Kyle’s grip as he stopped fighting at that point and just waited for it to be over. 

 “It fuhuhuhucking- pfft- ahahaha- hahahahaa! Stahahan I’m gohohohonna kihihihill yohohohou!” The tips of Kenny’s ears burned as Stan finished up the rest of the changes made to the grocery list. 

 “Okay...alright. That should be it. Anything else guys?” Stan asked. Kyle and Cartman exchanged glances and shrugged as Kenny slumped back on the floor. 

 “I think that should be it. We’re gonna order the pizza, so we’ll be good on dinner.” Kyle said. Stan nodded as the three boys got up off of their friend. Kenny slowly rose up off the floor and pulled his shirt down in a huff. 

 “You got all that Kenny? You good? You were acting really weird when we were writing down that grocery list.” Stan laid a supportive hand on Kenny’s shoulder. Kenny bumped his hand off and stepped away from his friend. 

 “Yeah, cause you assholes were holding me down and tickling me the whole time!” Kenny exclaimed with splayed hands. Stan, Kyle and Cartman all had confused looks on their faces. 

 “...Ooooooh!” They all said in unison with brightened expressions when it hit them. Kenny scoffed as he threw his hood back on his head. 

 “That makes sense. Well, you coulda said something earlier! Well, anyway, go ahead and grab that really quick at the market and we can hang out sooner.” Kyle clapped a hand on Kenny’s back as they sent him on his way. Kenny tightened his hoodie strings in embarrassment as he walked towards the door. 

 “Fumph youmph guymphs. Serioumphly...” Kenny grumbled and headed out the door.

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 At the grocery store, Kenny carried a basket in one hand filled with soda, candy and cookies. He was sure he was forgetting items, but he tried his hardest to remember everything possible. He wouldn’t even think about what was tattooed on his stomach, because every time he did, he could feel the teasy trace of the marker on his skin. 

 When he knew for a fact that he was forgetting things from his basket, and did NOT want to go through everything he had to go through a second time, he made his way to the mirror aisle. 

 Kenny set his basket down and begrudgingly lifted his hoodie and shirt to glance at the grocery list on his tummy. His belly above his navel was tattooed with three lines of groceries, with a mess of scribbles on the bottom line where Stan had messed up. Kenny’s face burned to a crisp at the sight, and shoved his hoodie down with a furious quickness.