Here's the sequel to The Unthinkable! I meant to post this last night, but I'm sure as most of you were aware of the site was down. You could read stories, but you couldn't log in or leave reviews. I'm glad the site is back up and running now! I hope my faithful reviewers will be reading and reviewing this story as well as some new reviewers! This story takes place 5 years after The Unthinkable ended. Enjoy! Please R&R!

New Beginnings

Chapter 1

Kenny's POV

I'm just getting off a plane from London. I was out there for the last week for Mike and Pierre's wedding. Surprisingly, Mike asked me to be one of his groomsmen. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. It was a very nice ceremony and I hope those two have a long and happy marriage!

So after I graduated college, I moved back home. I got my degree in Computer Science and immediately landed a position as a Help Desk Support Specialist at one of the top IT firms in Denver. I've been promoted twice and I'm now a Senior IT Analyst.

I'm making pretty decent money, so I spend some money fixing up my parent's house to make it livable. I'm currently living there by myself. I've been doing a lot of traveling! I've seen so many places that I never thought I would ever see like London, Brazil, Spain, Jamaica, and the Dominican Republic. I also help support my siblings especially Karen. She's dating and now living with Kyle. They've been together for a little over two years. He's helped her get her life together. She stopped doing drugs and she drinks socially. She just finished nursing school and she's now a RN.

I help Kevin out with some of his bills and with Kameron. His wife is still a stay at home mom and Kevin started working for a new construction company because the last one he was working at got bought out by another company and let most of them go. He was grateful that he got a new job so quickly even though he had to take a pay cut. That's why they've been struggling.

I get my luggage from baggage claim and head outside to meet Karen and Kyle. They're the ones picking me up from the airport. I see Kyle's car parked along the car and I walk over to it and get in.

"Hey guys!" I greet them.

"Hey Kenny!" Karen responds.

"How was your trip, dude?" Kyle asks me.

"It was great!" I tell him. "The wedding was really beautiful."

"It wasn't awkward for you?"

I shake my head. "Not at all. Mike is a good friend of mine and Pierre has come to be a good friend too. I'm so happy they found their way back to each other and are now married!" I smile.

He smiles. "That's good." I notice him and Karen looking back and forth at each other then at me and smiling.

Karen turns back towards me. "We have some news of our own."

"What is it?" I ask her.

She looks at Kyle as he nods his head. She looks back at me and smiles. She holds up her left hand to reveal a huge rock on her ring finger. "We're engaged!"

My eyes light up. "Congratulations you guys! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks!" They say in unison.

Kyle pulls up in front of my house. "Thanks for picking me up." I tell them. "Congratulations again." I smile, my sister and one of my best friends are getting married. This is really exciting.

"Dude, I want to ask you something." Kyle tells me.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Will you be one of my groomsmen?"

I nod. "I would be honored." I sigh. "Always a groomsman, never a groom..."

I notice Karen and Kyle exchanging looks. "What was that?" Karen asks me.

I shrug. "It was supposed to be a joke. You know how women say-"

"I know the saying." She interrupts me.

"Sorry, I guess it was in poor taste." I tell her. "Well I guess I better start saving up for the wedding." I tell her trying to change the subject from that awkward statement.

"You don't have to do that Kenny. You know my parents will help us out." Kyle tells me.

"The bride's family is supposed to pay, its tradition."

"I don't want some tacky poor white trash wedding either Kenny!" Karen informs me.

I laugh. "You won't." I get out the car and grab my suitcase and look back at them. "I'll see you guys later." I tell them before heading in the house.

Stan's POV

"Mine!" Stan Jr yells.

"No, it's mine!" Sam yells back as he pushes Stan Jr to the ground.

The twins are fighting over a toy as usual and Abby is watching TV. I'm dealing with 3 six year olds (Abby is almost 7) and now I have a six month old. Another daughter named Sarah. She was conceived during one of my conjugal visits with Wendy at the jail.

I lost my job at Tom's Rhinoplasty two years ago because I kept missing work due to Abby's health issues. I would've lost it sooner if my mom hadn't stepped in to cover my ass. She could only do so much though and I ended up getting canned.

Because of Abby's constant asthma attacks, it's been really hard for me to keep a job. Not to mention I have all these high ass medical bills! I'm currently working at a doctor's office doing boring ass data entry work. It keeps my kids fed so I guess I won't complain too much. I also had to give up my apartment and now I'm stuck living in the ghetto where Kenny grew up. I live down street from him. I never would've guessed in a million years, we would ever live on the same street!

Sarah is currently napping while these damn kids are fighting. I grab a bottle of whiskey out of the kitchen and start drinking straight from the bottle. Damn, these kids won't stop fighting! This shit is giving me a fucking headache! "Shut the fuck up!" I yell. They immediately stop fighting and look at me. "Jesus Christ, your sister is trying to take a nap!"

"Sorry dad!" Sam tells me.

"That's fine, just go to your room." I tell him in a calm tone. He does that. I look at Stan Jr who just burst into tears. "What's your problem?"

He wipes his eyes. "I don't like it when you yell..."

I sigh and get down to his level. "I'm sorry buddy. I'm just a little frustrated right now. You know I can't stay mad at you two." He smiles. "Go to your room, ok?" He nods and heads to his room. I stand up and glare at Abby who's still in front of the TV. I snatch the remote and turn it off. "Go to your room!" I bark at her.

"Daddy, what did I do?"

"I said go to your room! I'm your father and you do what the fuck I say!" She gives me this sad pathetic look. I roll my eyes. "Let me guess, you're going to have ANOTHER fucking asthma attack?"

"No..." I notice her eyes began to water.

"Just get out of my sight! NOW!" I throw my whiskey bottle at the wall smashing it to bits. She continues standing there teary eyed. "GO!" I yell and clap my hands. She finally runs off. I don't even think that girl goes to her room, I think she went outside. I don't even care, maybe if I'm lucky she'll run away and never come back! I swear that girl will be the death of me.

Preview:

Kevin shares some news of his own with Kenny.

Abigail pays Kenny a visit.

Karen asks Kevin a favor.