Oneshot book 3..... Jesus Christ.

Valentine's day~Stylenny (South Park.)

Heh. I'm a hopeless romantic.... but I hate this day in all other cultures, in mine it's much different.
Warnings: Don't ask what the hell this is I am in such a big hurry these days. Cursing.
Ages: 15.
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Kenny's POV.

"Fuck this day! Fuck it!" Stan says.

They're burying their face in their hands, sighing rather loudly.

"How come?" Kyle asks.

"I fucking did it again, girls are so damn CONFUSING. Why can they just say something? Jesus Christ, I hate women!"

"You don't mean that," I mutter.

"No, I don't. But just.... fucking... what is it with this obsession with getting a date for the day and all that? Why does it keep being me?"

"Be glad you're actually getting asked out. My luck; Bebe asked me like 17 times until I couldn't bother, I've been avoiding talking to her for an hour straight."

"I did get asked out too; a lot. But it's really not my thing. When it comes to Finland, this day is all about FRIENDS, not these lovers. F r i e n d s. Jesus Christ, it's so annoying to have it shoved down my throat that we aren't like that. One of the few things I adore about Finland!"

"Sounds cool."

"It is! It's utterly amazing!"

Stan leans back, smiling like an evil mastermind all of a sudden. Doesn't suit them, they are my cute little bean. Wait what? I don't own them.

"Heeeeeeeeey."

"I am not liking their face."

"How about this; we spend the day together?"

"Hell yes!"

"I'm in."

"Video game's at my place?"

"Oh you know how to get in a non-binary heart, marry me."

Stan and I start laughing.

"But legit, we could watch a movie and shit, I think I have some cheesy trash we could make fun of."

"Stan, you are an angel from God," I mutter.

"God's a bitch."

"Correction; God's my bitch."

Kyle, being the only one to not be happy with making fun of God (Jewish good child), rolls his eyes and opens his phone.

"Straight after school?"

"Well.... yeah?"

"See you then!"

"Actually I'm coming straight to yours, I have a raising concern on my papers and have to go explain myself."

"What did you do?"

"Beat up Cartman."

"Daaaamn."

"Not really, I just slapped him and he started screaming like a small child."