#mccormick

it always bugged you how everyone complained about school. ‘homework,’ ‘school assemblies,’ ‘school pictures’, all of that..

i mean almost ‘everyone’ had those experiences.. and by everyone, everyone except you.

you started highschooling since kindergarten, your parents always overprotective to show you the ‘meaningful’ side of learning instead of the crap that the schools taught you.

after finding kenny and his friends, these complaints grew more and more.

“i dont wanna do mr garrison’s homework, its an 3000 word essay for christ’s sake!’ kyle groaned, lying onto cartmans couch. after kenny finally asked you out, you eventually joined their friendgroup, considering all your friends were ‘melvins’.

“you actually do that shit? i just put the thing into chatgpt and just delete all the shit i wouldn’t say.” stan laughed as he sat on the floor, back behind the couch.

all of this didn’t seem real to you. ai? chatgpt? your parents would ground you even mentioning it — yet alone use it.

“you guys you guys!” cartman yelled running from his kitchen with snacks, like always. “guess who got a date with the heidi turner for prom.”

“no you didn’t fatass, she hates you!” kyle exclaimed.

“yeah i bet she’d beat your ass again.” kenny smirked as he rested his head against your shoulder whilst you both sat against the couch.

the two of you weren’t the most affectionate around friends, simply because a) it annoyed everyone when people were a happy couple and b) kenny was your first boyfriend. you followed his lead.

“who are you taking kenny? your little girlfriend?” cartman teased as the attention in the room shifted to you.

you blinked in confusion, sure you’ve been to weddings and house parties but what the fuck was a prom? was it that cliché dance you’ve seen in movies?

either way, it wasn’t like you’d go to one anytime in your life. your parents trapped you at home half your life.

“uh.. whats a prom?” you asked, half of the group gasping whilst cartman rolled his eyes.

“oh your such a homeschooled retard.” cartman said as kenny shot him a glare.

“prom is a type of dance event that schools host every few years. its meant to be special.. apparently— personally i think its kinda gay dude.” stan explained. “wendy wants me to take her but honestly i don’t wanna go.” he continued.

you shrugged, “well i hope you guys have fun.” your voice blunt, kenny hadn’t asked you to go with him so you assumed he’d go with a friend or stay at home reading magazines. once again, left out.

“no— you know what y/n do you wanna go to prom with me?” kenny asked, poking your cheek. “this is our last school prom and im gonna make sure you have the best fucking time of your life.” kenny said, voice determined

you perked your head up as you nodded. “sure! its this thursday right?”

“friday.” kyle corrected, eating the snacks cartman brought prior.

“and what do you wear to prom?” you asked, punching stans arm next to you.

“hey dude!” stan exclaimed, “okay look, guys wear suits or some fancy shit, just not that english 1980s shit butters wore last prom, and chicks wear dresses and look pretty.”

you nodded as you took mental notes. after a bunch of banter the group of friends decided to go home, kenny especially making sure to walk you to your house. once reaching your doorsteps, placing a soft peck on your lips.

“i’ll pick you up at 6 on friday, doll.” he said softly kissing you once more and watching as you entered into your house.

despite kenny being the poorest in the friendgroup he was the first to get his license and get his car, repairing an broken down car he found abandoned on the side of the road, surprisingly, it worked better than your parents car.

the day of prom arrived, you sprayed the last of your scent in your bottle before quickly fixing your hair. hearing kennys car outside, you quickly rushed outside, glitter following you as you wore your glittery corset dress.

you opened the door to find kenny in a tux, hair done somewhat neatly, still having that iconic ragged kenny look to it holding a bouquet of roses.

“hi handsome !” you said happily as your family rushed behind you.

“oh look at you two!” your mom exclaimed, snapping a photo on her phone.

“now have her home before 10 today, okay kenny?” your father said, kenny nodding in approval.

“cmon princess.” kenny said taking your arm and opening his car door for you. you sat down, letting him do your seatbelt before he himself got in and started driving.

once arriving to the school, you looked around admiring the view of what you had never had. what seem so common to other folk seemed so unique and different to you.

kenny helped you up the steps as you both opened the door, making a slight entrance as almost everyone stared at the unknown person next to kenny.

feeling embarrassed, kenny dragged you to the boyz as he called it, stan introducing you to his girlfriend, wendy.

“oh my god i love your dress !!” she said happily, she seemed.. sweet.

“thank you— i bought it from that dress store at the mall, i think its called dresses parlour a few years ago, i love your style. the pink and purple is such a nice touch.” you praised, realising you were rambling. “s-sorry.” you added.

wendy laughed. “no its okay, i like you, cmon!! you have to meet the girlies!” wendy said grabbing your arm and dragging you away from your boyfriend.

the rest of the night was spent socialising, dancing and going outside for breaks. the music suddenly changed to a slow song, everyone breaking into pairs and dancing. you looked around confused.

kenny came up to you, hand out. “dance with me?” he smiled softly waiting for you to take his hand. “but i dont know how to—“

“ill teach you.”

you happily accepted his hand as the two of you held eachother. “now step to the left.” he whispered to you with soft words. “take my hand.” he continued to softly teach you. making sure to make you do the most drastic spins than any other couple.

“i love you.” he muttered for the first time. you smiled kissing him before replying,

“i love you more.”