Kenneth 1990 [ a kenny/tweek fanfiction.

one.crumpled note and edgy boyfriend

It was a bright January, and it was snowing pretty heavy that day. However, it was Colorado, snowy days aren't rare at all. I was walking my way to school. Unlike elementary school, I didn't have my messy green shirt that I buttoned horridly, but instead, I wore a green hoodie along with some long black jeans, and a pair of brown snow boots. I also combed my messy bangs back and held it together with a green hair velcro. In my right hand, I held a cup of warm coffee that I brewed at home and in my left hand, I held a few books that I couldn't fit in my backpack. I was walking to school by myself because I was running a bit late, not for school, but it was later than my usual schedule.

I took a sip of my warm coffee, it was nice as always. I was having a nice time drinking my coffee until I heard loud roaring from a motorcycle behind me. The cursed noise made me drop my delicious morning coffee. Great, the only thing to warm up my cold hear- morning just went to waste. I looked behind to see who the jackass was.

"Good Morning, Tweekers! You look pretty today, don't tell your sugar-bear Tucker I said that." Said the said jackass people call 'Kenny', with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. He didn't change much since Elementary, however he had raised a lot of money ever since he found a job at the local repairshop back in Middle School. I smiled back at him, but the smile was more of a 'Thanks-For-Ruining-My-Day' smile.

I looked up and down. Kenny wore a black t-shirt, and over it was a jean jacket that looked like it had been through a lot. A part of it was torn, a part of it was kind of dirty, not to mention the excessive amounts of badges he had on that jacket. It looks great, it completes his asshole-ness. He also wore a pair of orange gym shorts with some long black kneepads. For the shoes, he wore sandals? like, beach flip-flop sandals.

"Yeah, good morning and thanks, I guess?" I replied. I kind of thanked him for the compliment, but I look the same everyday, frankly speaking. I continued to walk anyway, but this guy, slowly followed by my side on his stupid motorcycle, with that stupid grin on his face.

"Sorry about the coffee! Though, I predict that you'll see me at lunch with an 'I'm Sorry' cup of coffee in my hand and hand it to you." He gave me a wink and chuckled at my reaction, which was basically a tomato face. He then waved goodbye and drove off to the school parking lot. I shook my head after the embarrassment, and then I continued to walk towards the school building.

. . .

I arrived to the classroom early, thank god, and immediately went to the empty seat next to my boyfriend Craig. He wore a white t-shirt with a navy bomber jacket, a pair of his iconic ripped jeans, and a pair of black sneakers. Funny thing, he still wore the blue hat he had in Elementary. I thought it was cute.

"Hi, Craig!" I waved happily, only receiving a hum from my raven-haired boyfriend.

To be completely honest, we haven't been really open with each other lately. Craig was busy attending to millions of detentions leaving me with Clyde and Token, sometimes even with Stan's group. Even if we were together, like this moment right now, he doesn't really talk that much to me.

"Hey, Tweek. I need to ask ya something!" It was my friend, Token. He was the class president of class 10-A. Ah, Token! I remember adoring his great singing voice, along with hundreds of other students in South Park, scratch that, even the adults adored his singing voice. He grew up gentlemenly, smart, but here's a secret, if you hear someone cheering in the background when someone is fighting, that's Token! Although, he does have that 'Boy-Next-Door' charm that made almost everyone fall for him, including my close friend, Clyde, who also happens to be his best friend.

Token wore a long-sleeved, white shirt, but he folded the sleeves up to his elbow, because it looked more classy. For the pants, he wore a pair of purple cotton pants along with some expensive shoes. I'm too poor to know what it's called. Oh! Don't forget the expensive watch he has.