"No way, dude."
"God dammit Stan, just do it!"
Kyle crossed his arms to keep them from reaching out to smack his supposed Super Best Friend, whom he was currently glaring daggers at. When the other gave no indication of giving in, he sighed. "Come on, Stan. I trust you more than anyone. Please?"
Stan groaned. "Kyle..."
"It's just one little favor!"
"Dude, don't ask me to do something like that."
"I don't see how it's such a big deal."
"It is! Do you have any idea how much your mom's gonna flip out when she finds out?"
"Maybe I want to do it because it'll make her freak."
Then it was Stan's turn to glare. "Oh gee, thanks a whole fucking lot, I sure feel appreciated."
"Aw come on dude, I didn't mean it like that."
"I'm still not doing it."
At that point, Kyle's frustration mounted to a shriek, and he threw his head into his arms on the lunch table.
Kenny looked from Kyle's twitching form to Stan's annoyed yet concerned expression. "What the hell are you two arguing about?"
"Isn't it obvious? The little Jew fairy wants his boyfriend to make out with him."
Stan rolled his eyes. "I'm not cutting Kyle's hair. I like his 'fro just the way it is."
Kyle lifted his face from the nest he'd made of his arms. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, dude." He couldn't resist smirking as he reached across the short distance to lock his fingers into the redhead's curls. "It makes it easier to do this." With that, he pulled Kyle's head up from the table and easily guided his lips to his own.
Kyle never did cut his hair after that.
A/N: Couldn't resist. XD; Dunno whether or not the idea has been done before, but hell, who doesn't like the Jewfro? Anyway, I might end up turning this into a series of drabbles - it all depends on whether anyone likes this or not.