This is my first time doing a story from this fandom, I've always wanted to do stories revolving around my favorite slash couples. I'm not a terrific write, so I understand if my writing style doesn't appeal to those of you in this fandom.
The title of this story is Novella, which means the stories in this will be longer than a short story, but shorter than an novel. This first Novella will revolve around Bunny, Kenny and Butters.
Drinking Problem
A South Park Fanfic By Tropical BlueJay
Kenny knew he had a drinking problem, it started at a very young age for him. Since he grew up in such a poor environment, he always seemed to face problems around every corn. With his mother struggling to provide them with food to him struggling to understand any lesson given in class. The only thing that comfort him was a bottle of tequila.
Just feeling the burning pain of the alcohol slide down his throat was satisfying. He tried to keep this a secret from his friends,but they ended up finding out about it anyway. And were currently confronting him about it.
"Three bottles of tequila?" Stan gasped pulling out the third bottle from Kenny's dirty beaten down backpack. "Really Kenny?"
Kenny simply rolls his eyes as he watched his friends invade his personal space, so what he had three bottles of tequila in his bag. He snatched the backpack from Stan's hands. Leave it up to them to find something he didn't want them to know out. He was hard keeping a secret from them.
Kyle stared at the bottles in disbelief. "Care to explain?" He picks up one of the bottles off of the kitchen table.
They were all in Stan's house, after school they had ambushed him. He has been acting weird lately, to them at least and they just had to comfort him.
Kenny just wished they would leave him alone and respect the fact that he just needed his space. It was like a crime if he didn't talk to them for an entire week. He shouldn't have to explain himself to them, he grabbed the bottles out of his friends hand stuffing them in his bag.
His cloudy blue eyes glancing around at his friends, "I don't think I have to explain anything."
Kenny could tell his friends were growing frustrated with him, but he just didn't think he needed to explain his drinking problem to them especially since he wasn't any of their business. If he wanted to go around drinking three bottles of tequila to himself they should respect that and leave him to do that. It help him forgot for awhile before he had to return home to the same bullshit every night. He just wanted to have a small escape from home was all.
"Do you drunk them all to yourself?" Kyle was worried.
A small sigh escaped Kenny's lips,"yeah I do." He places the bag on his back and gives his friends a huge grin, "but I'm completely fine so don't worry alright? I gotta go."
He didn't give them enough time to response, he already bolted out the house without a word. He just needed some time to himself, when he stepped out the house he was greeted with the coldness of a late October night. His boots clicked on the pavement as he walked down the street away from Stan's house and towards the direction of his own. He was making sure to take his sweet time to his house, since he just didn't like what would be waiting for him when he reached his "home".
"Alone at last," he breath out heavily. He removes the bag from his back and grabs a bottle of tequila opening it up. It was just one bottle, he was only going to drink one before he got to his house.
Kenny soon stopped walking, putting the bottle to his lips throwing his head back taking an huge amount into his mouth before swallowing. The alcohol burning his throat as it went down causing him to relax and his body tingle with warmth. This was the reason he enjoyed drinking, it made him feel so much better. He exhaled with a slight smile tugged on his lips.
He still remembers when he had his first drink of tequila, it was back in middle school after his break up with Bebe. His poor little heart was broken, he had gotten into his mother hidden stash. She loved to drink when she thought they were sleeping, but he was always up worried about how mother.
He remembers staying up late listening to his mother cry, blaming herself for all the hardships they were going throug. It was hard for her to raise them, especially since she was a meth addict. She would spend most of the money she made on method, and barely brought food for the house.
Kenny took another gulp of tequila for the memories. He was a junior in high school now, so he was completely over Bebe, he wasn't drinking to the memory of that. He was drinking to all the times his mother came home high out of her mind, all the times he had to give his little sister his food, and to all the night he stayed up late listening to his mother cry. His life was a living hell.
'Fucking shit!'
He felt around in his pockets for the key to his house, he seems to have misplaced it or left it at the school. He was already around nine o'clock at night and the school was closed.
'I'll just have to go break into the school.'
He turned sharply on his heels, going into the opposite direction of his house. While walking towards the school he finished off of the rest of the bottle throwing it across the street watching the bottle shatter into a million pieces like his life. He just hopes that his key are in his lock or at least his gym locker or he wasn't going to go home.
He finally reaches the school after walking for at least 10 to 15 minutes, he had to troop it all the way back home. By the time he makes it home it'll most likely be around eleven o'clock.
Sadly this wasn't his first time breaking into the school, he had gotten completely shit-faced last Halloween and broke into the school. It was a stupid move on his part, mostly back he was freaking drunk and tripped the alarms in the school, the police let him off with a warning bringing him home. He couldn't run because he was way too drunk.
Walking around the school yard, he seemed to remember a door in the back of the building that didn't lock. He could use it to get into the building.
He reaches into his bag, and pulled out the second bottle of tequila. He was already feeling the buzz and just needed to feel numb. He was taking smaller sips this time, trying to savoir the bottle.
Kenny approaches the broken door with a grin, all he had to do was slip in grab his keys and slip it. And since this door was broken the alarm system wasn't hook up to the door. He pushes the door open with his body, and slide through the crack that was created.
Since the door was broken, the bottom few inches of the door didn't open.
He glances around the dark hallway that he had entered from the door and starts to walk. He was on the other side of the school, were the science rooms were, the gyms and locker rooms where on the opposite side.
'Fantastic more walking.'
Kenny brought the bottle to his lips again, chugging down the bottle. Tequila was a very strong liquor, the burning sensation was stronger than vodka that's why he loved it. He loves the burning pain in his throat. It was the only thing keeping home sane.
The sound of something crashing caught his attention,
"Awe, biscuits."
He knew that voice, it belongs to the weird kid. What was his name again? Butters. What was he doing here this late at night?
"I'm so going to get caught."
Kenny glances over towards his left, where the voice was coming from. It was coming from the science lab, he slowly walks towards the room peeking his head inside of the room. In the back of the room, he could make out Butters holding a flashlight.
Suddenly an idea popped in his head, he would mess around with him for a a little while, he didn't have anything else to do really but get his keys. This was going to be fun, he close the bottle and puts it away in his bag.
A sinful grin slowly crept onto his lips, he took a deep breath before yelling and banging his closed fists against the wall outside the science lab.
"Oh goodness!" Butter's squeaked, jumping back knocking over a chair. "No no no no, g-ghost," he dropped his flashlight and ran to the front of the room towards the door.
Kenny appeared in front of the door dressed in a lab coat, that was hanging on the door handle. "Where are you going my pretty little subject."
Butter stares at him with wide eyes filled with fear, this is what he gets for sneaking in the school at night for a dare. If he made it out alive he was never going to do this ever again.
Kenny stepped forward causing Butter's to step backwards, this continued until Butter's lower back was met with a desk. "It's time to play a little game of, gotcha!"
Butter's couldn't take it anymore and fainted from fear.
"Oh shit," Kenny caught him before his body could hit the fall. "Damn, can't take a joke?" He chuckles softly and lifted him bridal style into his arms. He walks into the back to retrieve the flashlight that Butter's had dropped.
To his surprise Butter's was actually a little heavier than he has original thought.
The walk to the gym was painfully long, especially since he had to carry an unconscious body with him. He laid Butter's down on the bench near his gym locker and sighs softly before opening it. He just hopes his keys are in his gym bag. He pulls out a large black bag and starts searching for his keys.
"Uh," Butter's groans. He slowly opens his eyes, giving them time to adjust in the darkness. The last thing he remembered was fainting from fear and nearly peeing himself.
He felt that he was laying on something hard...did that ghost scientist take him to his evil lab.
"Fuck!" Kenny threw the bag into his locker, and slammed it shut. "It's not in there, where could I have put them keys."
Butter blinks a few times in confusion, why would a ghost be looking for keys. He slowly sit up from the bench only to be greeted with blue eyes staring down at him, "huh?"
"Oh, you're finally awake I really didn't want to carry you again," Kenny rolled his shoulders with a small frown. He grabs his bag and took out the bottle of tequila taking another. "What was you doing here anyway?"
"Huh?" He repeated. Was he dreaming or something? Or was his crush in front of him drinking a bottle of tequila.
Kenny stared blankly at him when he didn't answer his question, "do you understand me or am I already slurring my words?"
"I..." Butter's swallows licking his dry lips. "I was dared to come here at night by Cartmen and Clyde, it was a bad-"
"A stupid thing to do," he scoffed. "You shouldn't listen to them idiots, they have nothing better to do than send a kid who is obviously scared of his own shadow into the building at night."
Butter blushes slightly from embarrassment, his eyes shifting down towards his lap. "What are you doing here?"
Kenny places the bottle down on the bench between his legs, he puts his hands behind him and leans back a bit putting all his weight on his hands. "I left my keys behind, and I can't find them I was sure I left them here I have to go check my locker."
"Oh."
"Oh," Kenny glances over towards Butters. "You should get home."
"Ummm, yeah you're right," Butter's turns his body, placing his feet onto the ground before standing up. He gives Kenny a small smile, "I hope you find you're keys."
"I'm sure I will," Kenny smirks at the other, and removes himself from the bench with his bottle in his hands. He could finally feel the liquor taking over his system. "Make is home safe okay?" he hiccupped.
He waves towards the other walking out the locker room with a slight sway in his step. He had to make it to his locker and outside before his falls flat onto his face. He could feel the world slowly turning, which was a sign that he was starting to get drunk.
He reaches his locker and places in the combination, pulling the locker open he was meet with a few school books and remember paper. He grabs the first book from the stack of books and flipped through the pages doing it to the other four books. When he didn't find his keys he signed heavily.
"Damn," he slams his locker door shut and walks down the hallway towards the broken door. "Do I want to go home and knock on the door? Everyone is probably sleeping."
Kenny pushes the door open a little more slipping through the crack of the door. He decided against going to his home, it was already really late. He'd just stay out all night, and just chill at the park with the homeless people. They were like his friends anyway, he could use there company.
"Kenny!"
He quickly turned his head in the direction of his name being called.
Butters was jogging towards him with a small smile, "Kenny, I was wondering if you wanted to come over, its really late and-"
Kenny stares at him in belief. "If you wanted me in your bed you just should've asked," he jokes with a chuckle.
"No, what? That's not what I...," his face was a bright pink. "You was joking, okay do you wanna come yes or no?" he steps beside him and touches his shoulder. "Plus you've clearly been drinking, it isn't safe to walk home like this."
"I'm fine," Kenny slurred grinning. He places his arm around Butter's waist and pulled him closer to his side. He leans down towards his ear and whispers; "the real question is do you trust me in your bed?"
Butters squeaked when he was pulled closer to the other, he could feel his entire face heat up. That was a strange question to ask someone who is offering his home. He glances over towards Kenny staring into his cloudy eyes.
"I trust you," he found himself saying. It felt like a dream to be this close to your crush. He had a crush on Kenny since middle school, after he had broken up with his long term girlfriend Bebe. Something about Kenny had caught his attention, he just could tell what.
Kenny lightly caressed Butter's left cheeks, his vision getting a little blurry. "Let's go shall we?"
Butter's nods his head and sighs in disappointment when Kenny's arm was removed from his waist. He turns sharply on his heel and starts walking to his house with the other following closely. He was hoping that his parents were still sleep and haven't notice the he snuck put the house. He's parents would kill him if they found out that he was out this late at night.
"Nice room you got here," Kenny laughs softly, stumbling over towards Butter's full size bed and dropping his body onto it. "Your bed is really soft, and comfortable."
"I'm glad you think that," Butters watches him with slight curiosity. He was wondering why he had two bottle of Tequila, one was in Kenny's hand and the other was in the bag he carried for him. He walks over towards his dresser and places the bag down beside it. "Do you want to take a shower?" He turns towards Kenny to see that he was already sleeping.
A smile tugged on his lips as he approaches him, he look peaceful sleeping with an angelic smile. He grabs the bottle out of his hand and puts it in the bag before grabbing some pajamas going to take a shower.
His mind would still wander to why he had been drinking. Did something happen at his home? He didn't know much about Kenny's home life but he knew enough to know that his family was struggling. He heard rumors around the school about Kenny's mother being a method addict, that they saw her buying drugs from the local drug dealer. It heart poor Butter's heart to know that people talked about Kenny behind his back, talking about his mother and how she is unfit to take care of them.
Butters clenched his fist around the rag he was using to wash his body. Every time he seen Kenny he always has this grin on his face, but his eyes showed his true emotions. He was exhausted, and distant like his physical body was there but his mind was wandering. It hurt him to know that even his best friends don't notice when he was feeling down or when he just wanted to be alone.
He sighs softly rinsing the body wash off his body. Some might dare say that he was obsessed with Kenny, but that wasn't the case. He was worried about him, and this drinking habit seemed to be a problem. He was drinking the entire bottle with no problem, like he has did it many times before. And that scared Butters, what if something bad happened to Kenny. He just cares for him, and he was the only one who truly notices his pain.
"What have you gotten yourself into?" He asks himself stepping out of the shower wrapping the towel around his waist. "I'll just have to find out for myself in the morning," he frowns a bit, getting dressed and going to his room to go to sleep.
The next morning Kenny had woken up to the feeling of someone in his arms, lips pressed against his neck slightly open and the sound of soft snoring. His baby eyes slowly opened only to be greeted with a head of light blonde hair, he didn't remember much of last night since he was kind of wasted, by he remember going to Butter's house for the night.
Kenny loosened his hold the he had on the blonde and stares at the top of his head, he could feel his breath on his neck causing him to shiver a bit. Curse himself for having the urge to cuddle things when he sleeps. It was a habit that he wished he would grow out of, he would spend the night at his friend houses and end up cuddling them until he woke up. However this time he didn't do anything, he just lied there with his arms around Butters.
He didn't want to wake him up because he looked peaceful, but he had to leave before he wakes up he needed to get home. His sister was probably home alone and his mother was probably out doing whatever the fuck she wanted. He had to make sure his sister had something to eat for breakfast.
"Thanks," Kenny chuckles softly, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. He carefully slipped his arm from underneath Butters body, he slowly gets out of bed and climbed out his window he didn't want to get caught by his parents. He glances back at Butter's house before taking of running down the street.
He managed to run all the way to his house without taking a break, he reachs his house and immediately started to breath heavily when he stopped running. He walks towards the door and knocked loudly on it until his little sister opened that door.
"Kenny? Where was you at last night?" she frowns at him as he pushed past her to get into the house. "Where did you sleep?" she shuts the door following him into the kitchen.
Kenny glances over towards her with a small smile, "I stayed at a friend's house, did mom leave already?" He looks throughout the house looking for his mother. "Did you eat breakfast? I have enough to get a plate at the diner."
"She left two hours before you came home," Karen answers with a frown. "She was upset again last night, she started drinking again," she ignored the comment about food.
Kenny's eyes widen, "did she hurt you?"
"No, but she hurt herself," Karen drags her feet walking over toward Kenny wrapping her arms around. "I was so scared, don't leave me alone again."
Kenny sighs heavily, "I'm so sorry, I won't leave again I promise." He holds her tight to his chest, he should've been hear last night. Karen shouldn't be witnessing their mother's awful episodes. "I'm sorry."
To be continued
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