A/N: Hello! Thank you for stopping by :) I present to you, a Stenny story. I had planned to only write a oneshot but for some reason, I couldn't make it into a oneshot. So why not try making it multi-chapter? Hopefully it won't be too long or short. I'll be uploading the 2nd chapter shortly since it's almost finished :) I'll be rating this M probably, for some of the future scenes. This is South Park so I guess it's normal haha. I hope that you guys will enjoy, and feel free to correct me in some grammatical errors, if there are any xD Their ages in this are probably about 20 and up-ish, I guess.

"Stan, I think you should get a haircut." Kyle said as he sat comfortably on his bestfriend's couch, flipping through a lifestyle magazine that he randomly picked up from the coffee table.

"Agh!" Stan exclaimed upon seeing his avatar fall onto the ground after getting pummeled with a hammer by his opponent. "I was so close..what did you say, Kyle?" He asked, placing the controller on the table before settling beside Kyle. "Did you need something?" He asked again.

"I said, you need to get a haircut." Kyle repeated.

"And why should I do that?"

"You look like a mess."

"No, I don't." Stan denied.

"Yes, you do. And you have been, ever since Wendy broke up with you, which was like, a month ago. You still haven't moved on! I mean, look at this place!" Kyle's raised his arms on the air, pointing out the clutter scattered all over Stan's apartment. There were crushed beer cans, paper, laundry, food wrappers, you name it. It was hard for Kyle to believe that Stan turned out like this after his and Wendy's separation.

"I'm saving those. For a recycling project, at work."

"Oh please, you're just hoarding again, aren't you? It's time for you to step out of the shadows and start over."

"It's not as easy as you say, Kyle! I-I've tried to forget about her, all our memories, but I just can't." Stan replied bitterly. He could still remember the moment they had broken up. It was unexpected and hard to comprehend. Sure, their relationship had been down lately, but like their past problems, they managed to work it out. This time was different.

"I know how you feel, Stan, I really do. But you shouldn't stay like this forever. Come on, just one haircut, please? It might make you feel better." The redhead sincerely smiled, hoping that his words would go through his friend.

Stan allotted himself a few seconds to think. He looked at Kyle and sighed, "Fine, I'll do it. But you have to help me clean up. I don't think I can finish this on my own." They'll be needing tons of garbage bags.

"Deal. You won't regret this." Kyle beamed, "I know someone from Denver. He's a friend of ours and he's really good at his work. We'll pick you up tomorrow so get ready!"

Stan didn't know whether he should be excited or not. Maybe no, because he's still not ready to let go of the past. Maybe yes, because it's a chance to renew himself and start over. He knew that his friend is worried sick about him and was he was very thankful for that. So he just chose to comply and listen. Who knows what will happen. He'll just have to find out tomorrow.

"Remind me again why we have to pick up your faggy friend?" Eric grumbled, his hands fixed onto the steering wheel.

"It's nice to see you too, Cartman." Stan grinned as he settled in the vehicle's back seat, inhaling the familiar scent of Kyle's favorite lemon air freshener. Kyle looked at him from the rear-view mirror and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yup." Stan smiled.

While they were on their way to Denver, the couple talked about their friend, and how they haven't seen him for quite some time. Kyle even started to reminisce the times they shared with their friend during college (Stan studied in a different university). Their adventures included dressing up as superheroes, intense partying, creating their own mini-business involving babies, and so much more. As he sat there and listened, Stan slowly became eager to meet the mystery guy.

"Alright, we're here." Eric declared as he finished parking in front of a beige-colored building topped off with a sign that said 'Hairy Styles'. A very unique name for a salon indeed.

The three got out of the car and made their way towards the entrance. Upon entering, they witnessed something quite unpleasant. A brunette woman was sprawled on one of the love seats, with a blonde man on top of her. The woman's clothes were scattered on the floor, left only with her undergarments. The two kissed hungrily and their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room. Stan stood frozen, while Eric and Kyle just rolled their eyes and shook their heads, as if it was something they were already used to.

"Ay! Kenny! Get a room!" Eric shouted, his face scrunched up in disgust.

The blonde paused, recognizing the voice of his best friend. Once he lifted himself off of the woman, he quickly dashed and hugged his two friends, "Cartman! Kyle! You're here! This is such a surprise!" The hugging turned to squeezing and it lasted for about a minute. By the time he let go of them, his partner had already fixed herself. She patted Kenny's shoulder and whispered something to his ear. "Yup, I'll call you, see you next time." He smiled, and they watched as the woman left.

"She's a regular." He grinned.

"You never change." Kyle commented, debating in his mind whether it was a good thing or not.

"Oh, by the way. This is my friend, best friend actually, Stan. Stan, meet Kenny. He's your hairdresser for today." He introduced. Stan nodded at the blonde shyly, not knowing how to act after what he had just encountered. Kenny grinned, "Sorry you had to see that. Not a really good first impression, don't you think?" He chuckled. "Come, let's wash your hair first. Take off your cap."

Stan followed and removed his beanie, revealing his unkempt black hair and overgrown bangs. Kenny nodded to himself before starting to rinse and apply shampoo to Stan's head. His scalp was tenderly massaged and it felt like he was in a relaxing spa, although it didn't last long. After rinsing once again, Kenny dried his hair with a towel and afterwards, ushered him to one of the salon chairs. A long piece of cloth was tied around his neck, covering his whole body. A tall mirror was in front of Stan. He studied his reflection since it'd been a long time since he did so. Kyle was right, he did look like a mess. He wondered what he'll look like after this.

"So, what style would you like?" Kenny asked, looking at Stan through the mirror.

"I don't really know. Kyle told me you were good so just do your magic, I guess." Stan shrugged, looking at himself in the mirror. "Okay then. Be prepared to be wow'ed." The blonde laughed as he prepared his trusty scissors and hair comb. Kenny started trimming Stan's hair and glanced at the mirror when needed. Besides from the snipping sounds of the scissors, Stan also heard the small argument of Kyle and Eric, something about what flavor of pop tarts should they get at the grocery. He just listened and laughed at some parts but he was drifted away when Kenny spoke. "Those two argue about the smallest things. So, Stanley, tell me about yourself."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I want to know what happened to you. Judging from how you looked earlier, it seems that you went through a lot. That is, if you don't mind talking about it." Kenny explained and paused his work to wait for what his client would say.

"I don't mind. You seem pretty trustworthy." Stan smiled, to which Kenny replied by doing the same. And so, the storytelling began. Stan discussed his experiences with Wendy, how they met, where they would go on dates, up until how they broke up. Kenny listened and nodded at some points. Stan found that it was relieving, having someone listen to thing's that you've went through. Kenny's silence was actually comforting and helpful. It felt like he understood Stan's words even if he didn't ask or say anything.

Due to all the talking, Stan didn't even realize that his haircut had already been finished.

What Kyle said was true. Kenny was indeed great at his job. Stan didn't recognize the reflection that he saw on the mirror. It showed Stan Marsh, himself, but better. He looked neat and fresh since his bangs were shorter and his hair had been parted to one side. "I..uh- wow."

"Do you like it?" Kenny asked, feeling pleased at Stan's reaction.

"Yes, very. Thank you, Kenny." Stan flashed a charming smile. A killer smile to be exact, the type that would instantly make your heartbeat stop for a second because of how captivating it was. Which happened to Kenny just now. His face heated up and almost choked on his words but managed to reply, "You're welcome."

Kyle was also pleased with the result and they (including Eric) decided to chat for a while. To catch up on things that have happened in their lives. Of course, there were insults and jokes thrown towards each other (most coming from Cartman, of course). Just friendship things. After that, Kyle and Eric were the first ones to step out of the store, promising Kenny that they would go back again soon. Stan paid for the fee and also offered a tip.

"Thank you for coming. It was nice meeting you, Stan." Kenny smiled as he handed over Stan's change.

"You too." Stan smiled back, "I'll be going now."

But before he could leave, Kenny spoke a few last words, "Good luck on your journey, captain. It will be a tough one but I'm sure you can handle it. And also, I hope that I'll see you again next time."

Stan nodded, still smiling, "Me too."