Chapter 1 – News And A Pathetic Argument.
"I can do it!" Stan argued back at me.
"Go on then!" I shouted back.
"Um..." I laughed at his pathetic attempt to argue back and nearly fell off my seat. I
"What are you two arguing about?" Kyle asked as he sat down at our table with his food.
"Stan's determined to prove that he knows a Journey song. That isn't Don't Stop Believing." I replied, rolling my eyes as I realised how pathetic our argument sounded. I couldn't remember how me and Stan got into the argument of The only Journey song people know is Don't Stop Believing. And in the end it wasn't really an argument, it was Stan trying to prove that someone that wasn't a Journey fan knew another song by them.
"I can do it!" Stan repeated. I laughed again and this time Kyle joined in with me. "Screw it." Stan murmured, thinking I wouldn't hear over our laughter.
"Can't you do it Stanley?" I asked sweetly, when I heard what he said.
"No." Stan pouted as he replied which made me and Kyle burst into laughter again. Kyle shut up when Stan glared at him, I however just laughed more. When I didn't shut up Stan playfully punched me in my arm. Even though he was gentle it still hurt me. I'm not sure why but small things, like getting playfully punched in the arm by my boyfriend of three months or falling over, seemed to hurt more lately.
"Ow." Stan thought I was pretending to be hurt and had a smile on his face.
"Serves you right." Stan said triumphantly.
"No. That actually did hurt. Bastard" I replied rubbing at my arm. Stan looked up, concern showing in his bright blue eyes, and met my hurt cloudy-blue eyes.
"Sorry." Stan muttered innocently. I smiled and patted his head gently. Kyle rolled his eyes at us and we glared at him.
"Let us have our moment! Killjoy!" I said jokingly to Kyle. Stan laughed and Kyle shook his head. I glared at him before planting a kiss on Stan's forehead. "We can't do anything, killjoy will spilt us up." I whispered in Stan's ear, loud enough so both Stan and Kyle could hear it. Stan practically burst into giggles while Kyle pulled a look that said 'ha ha very funny'.
"He is right though Ky, you are a killjoy." Stan said once his giggles were under control.
"Can I correct you Stan?" I asked, both of them looked at me and Stan nodded. "He's a undernourished killjoy." I added innocently, raising my finger like this was an important meeting. Kyle cracked a smile at that and Stan laughed again. I felt someone staring at me, it was making me feel sick and it felt like I was burning at the same time. I didn't join in with Stan's laughter, only pulled him up when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch.
The rest of the day was fairly subdued, lunch always seemed to be the funniest thing at South Park High. I was walking Stan home when it happened. We'd just got to the road where Stan lived and I was about to cross back over so I could get changed into different clothes and get my stuff to sleep at Stan's. Then it happened. The car came out of no-where as I crossed the road and it hit me. I heard Stan shout my name before my spirit did the strange thing it always did. My spirit floated up before plummeting back down to Earth, it carried on this time though. I frowned slightly I was not in the mood to go to Hell today.
Damien greeted me as I landed in Hell, a slightly worried smile was on his face as he watched me stand up.
"Are you going to tell him Kenny?" Damien asked. I shook my head, slightly confused. "Did I tell you?" I shook my head again, plus if I spoke I would puke since the ride from Earth to Hell was very spirally. "You only have so long left to live Kenny. Death wants you dead and it's not going to stop until you are dead. My dad's trying to find out why Death all of a sudden wants you dead but he'd had no luck so far." Damien explained. I nodded as I listened closely. Damien was one of the four people who could tell me things without me getting distracted, Stan, Kyle and Craig were the other three.
"WAIT! I'M GOING TO DIE!" I yelled as the bit about Death sunk in. Damien nodded a bit scared by my outburst. "WHEN?!" I demanded.
"I don't know my dad's trying to find out for you." Damien replied quietly. I pressed the palms of my hands against the side of my head trying to think. Stan's face flashed inside of my brain and I frowned. I couldn't leave Stan behind. Who knew what the hopeless romantic would do? I started to pace as I thought and felt Damien's gaze on me.
"So this is it? I'm only allowed three months of happiness. I'm going to die for good?" I asked as I stopped pacing.
"I'm afraid so Ken." I pressed my palms against my head again and sighed.
"But why?" I asked. "What the fuck did I do to annoy Death so much? I'm sure Cartman's done worse shit then I have." Damien just shrugged, his ruby eyes flashed me a look of concern before he looked down at his watch.
"Do you want to go back?" I nodded, I was going to Stan's house tonight and that ought to help me clear my head. Damien snapped his fingers and my spirit floated back up to where my body was.
I recognized the room I was in the minute my eyes opened. I was in Stan's bedroom, the familiar pictures of Lostprophets, Fall Out Boy, All Time Low, Kids In Glass Houses and The Blackout had never been so comforting before. I swear if my head wasn't so confused at the minute I would of got up and kissed Alex Gaskarth till I ran out of air, that's how happy I was to be back on solid ground. I sat up slowly and looked around the room for Stan. I stood up when I couldn't see him and walked down the stairs to the living room.
"Stan?" I mumbled as I walked into the living room. Stan looked up from where he was laid on the floor to my face. His face went white like he'd seen a ghost and I shook my head lightly. "It's only me Stan, no need to go all freaked out on me." Stan scrambled up from his spot on the floor and nearly tackled me to the ground in a hug. The pain from his tackle hurt me but I was too damn euphoric to be back with him to notice.
"Don't do that to me! Ever!" Stan muttered angrily into my ear.
"I won't." I replied. I don't think he could of handled the news that I was about to die right then and there, so we just stood there in each others embrace. Me looking like a messy-haired blond zombie and him looking like the raven-haired athlete he was. He buried his head into the nape of my neck and pulled me into a tighter hug. "Your parents out?" I asked curiously as I stroked his hair. I was wondering why he was being so affectionate towards me, usually when we was at mine or his we acted like best friends.
"Mmmm" Came Stan's reply from where his head was.
"You know what? Mmmm isn't a answer." I replied. I heard Stan stifle a laugh and he lifted his head up. His bright eyes met my pale ones again and he smiled at the eye contact before going serious again.
"Yes they're out."
"Shelly?"
"She's at her boyfriends." I nodded and pulled him onto the couch with me. Stan looked a bit surprised but he went along with my plan and smiled at me. "Why what was you planning?"
"Hmm?" I replied, knowing it would get on his nerves. He whacked me on the shoulder, hard enough for me to feel it but not hard enough for it to hurt.
"Hmm isn't an answer Kenneth."
"You didn't Stanley." I said, a look of shock appearing on my face. Stan just nodded and smiled.
"What'cha gonna to do about it?" Stan quipped a hint of teasing in his eyes. I smirked and let go of him. Waggling my fingers threateningly, I watched as he shrank back. "You wouldn't."
"Oh I would." I replied quickly and watched as he stood up and scrabbled away. I gave a short burst of laughter and chased after him. He was laughing as he ran into the kitchen and saw me chasing him. Stan's downfall was when he got trapped between the closed basement door and the table.
"Crap." He muttered as I pounced on him and proceeded to tickle him. One of the good things about Stan is that he's ticklish pretty much everywhere on his body, so no matter where I tickled he was bound to laugh. "K-k-kenny! Stop it!" He said in between laughter as he wiggled and squirmed at my touch.
"Nope." I popped the p in nope and continued to tickle him. His laughter picked up as I tickled his ribs and he squealed loudly.
"KENNY! STOP!" He burst out as I stopped tickling him.
"I did."
"Shut up." I laughed at that. Stan pouted slightly and I sat him up.
"Aw love. Don't do that." I said like I was really sorry. Stan smiled at that and stood up, his arms folded and headed towards his room. I rested my weight onto my knees and put my hands together like I was begging. "Stan! Please don't do this!" I continued, stretching one hand out towards him. Stan turned towards me at my voice then fell on the floor laughing when he saw how I was knelt. "What's so funny?" I asked as he fell onto the floor. Stan couldn't even give me a coherent answer, he just kept stammering random words out. I frowned, it wasn't that funny.
"Okay... Okay... I won't leave." Stan finally managed to stammer out and stood up. I smiled and stood up too.
"We good to go? No more laughing fits or hysterical conversations?" I asked, with my eyebrows raised dubiously.
"We're good." I smiled and walked over to him, taking his hand in mine. Stan blushed at the close skin contact and hid behind his now messy raven hair.
"Good because for a moment there I thought we had a problem." I finished and pressed my lips to his forehead.
Kenny, he's coming for you...Kenny..The time is now...Tell him Kenny...Tell him...
I woke up that night at midnight in a cold sweat and I very nearly scrambled upright before I realised that Stan was next to me or more rather laid on top of me. I sat up slowly, listening to Stan moan as I moved but thankfully he didn't stir. I sat there for a while, stroking Stan's messy raven hair and thinking of the incident at lunch where someone had been staring at me. I don't know who it was but they had a freaky stare. The only person I could think of was Damien but Death seemed more likely since Stan had said that when the car had hit me he hadn't seen anyone driving the car. Plus Damien wouldn't want me dead, so he wouldn't have done it. I pondered over what Damien had said about Death wanting me so suddenly. I'd never actually done anything to Death, except escaping his clutches time after time. That couldn't be enough to make him want to kill me could it? "Could it be because I was with Stan?" I thought as my stroking on Stan's hair got faster. I shook my head trying to rid myself of the thought and tangled my fingers in Stan's hair. He gave another little moan and I pulled him closer to me. The sudden movement woke him up and he lifted his head towards me.
"Kenny?" He asked, his eyes still half shut and his voice tired.
"Yes Stan?" I whispered.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed at me. I should of known better then to wake him up, when he didn't get enough sleep he was cranky.
"I just wanted to make sure you was still alive." I whispered into his ear. He smiled and nodded before wrapping his arms around me and nearly falling asleep again.
"Move again and I'll fucking kill you." Stan muttered. I shook my head as he fell asleep and I placed my hands on his bare back. I watched him sleep for a minute then fell asleep myself.
Kenny, he's coming for you...Kenny...The time is now...Tell him Kenny...Tell him...
