it's finally valentines day! you and kenny are valentines this year. you were currently at your locker, and you got some valentines cards, though it was the max of like, two.

kenny stood behind you, his arm against his locker and his head all at once. he smirked at you, trying to be smooth, though he just looked idiotic.

K.M — "Hey. Wanna go to lunch together?"

he said, bluntly, and his friends, Kyle Broflovski, Stan Marsh and Eric Cartman all came walking from science class.

K.B — "dude is this the girl you talk about like.. all the time?"

he said, questioning, as kenny looked at him..

K.M — "I do not talk about her all the time.. I've talked about her about a max of like, 2 times. let it go."

he said, his orange parka muffling his sounds as stan butted in,

S — "Dude that was definitely not two."

stan commented, kenny looked at him like he was about to kill him. and cartman said,

C — "dude.. a girl?"

Cartman commented, acting as if women aren't all over the damn planet. he is racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, and you currently can't think of one crime he hasn't subconsciously committed.