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Hello there everyone! This is my first Stenny fanfiction. But i thought that since my other account on here is old, I might as well create an account so i can update and respond more. Well I hope you enjoy this story since its going to be on going for a little while. I hope it's a long enough chapter. I worked pretty hard and had this story idea scratching at the back of my head for a while. It would be awesome to recieve messages with ideas and motivational words. (:

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I Don't own South Park or any of their characters. No matter how much I dream, this will never happen. lmao.

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Kenny's POV

"Stan! You've got this!" I cheered loudly for the raven haired boy. He looked at me, making eye contact for a brief moment before smiling, then turning back around to pay closer attention to his game. I smiled whole heartedly. It was one of the most important baseball games this year, and Stan, being the complete jock he is, was one of South Park Highs greatest players.

"Kenny, you know you get too caught up in these sports. Why didn't you just join the team?" I heard Kyle laugh next to me. I looked over at him and stuck my tongue out.

"Sports cost money. You know that. Jeeze Kyle, I thought you were the smart one." I laughed, keeping my eyes on Stan as he got ready to hit the ball. I must have been half sitting in my seat. This was the final inning of the game; if they won then they would be moving onto the tournaments. I felt the suspense from where I was sitting, which was actually really close. We waited in silence as the pitcher threw the ball as hard as he could; Stan didn't even blink as his bat made contact, knocking the ball almost completely out of the park. I stood up and cheered loudly alongside Kyle.

"Come on! Run!" and just as those words rang out, the tall, slender boy took off. It amazed me at how fast he could run, within a blink of an eye he was back on home base, high fiving his other team mates. We continued to cheer; there was nothing that Stan couldn't do. I laughed as the game came to an end. Slowly standing up and stretching. Kyle just rolled his eyes at me as Stan approached.

"Pretty good game you just played, Mister star athlete. Think I could have your autograph?" I mocked him, we all laughed. Stan smiled at me, probably thankful that I showed up, given the circumstance that my dad was actually home today and never really lets me out to do my own thing when he's drunk, which is usually all the time. Today was important though, so I snuck out. I doubt he would have noticed yet.

"Ah Kenny, your just jealous." Stan chuckled back at me, I just rolled my eyes.

"As if!" We all laughed once more, it was a good day.

"Well come on dude, I got to get going before dinners ready. You guys want to stay at my place tonight?" Kyle offered. He was always generous to me, they've known me for so long, I really wanted to take him up on that offer, but I knew my dad would kill me if I did.

"Yeah, I'm game. Kenny, you coming?" Stan asked me nicely. I looked over at them, a nicely planted smirk spread across my face.

"You see I would…but I have a really hot date tonight. So I'm going to have to pass this time. But hey, don't be mad that I'm the only one who can get a hot piece of ass." I laughed. Stan rose a brow and Kyle just rolled his eyes again. He always does that.

"Please, spare us the torment of hearing about your 'oh so grand' sex life." Stan chuckled sarcastically. I just shrugged.

"What's a guy to do?" I winked at them before heading home. They just laughed slightly before waving at me, then turning around to return to their cars. I wish I was like them. We were all only 17 and they all seemed to be so grown up, while I was, well me. This thought always brought me down. I wish I had a nice family to cook me dinner, a nice car, hell I even wish I had decent grades. But I was at a loss when it came to the real world.

As I continued to walk I noticed the sun beginning to slowly drift out of my view. 'Man, my dad's going to be pissed…I hope he's not too drunk.' I thought to myself as my trailer slowly began to come into view. The closer I got, the more I wanted to run away, I hated this place. It was like a prison to me. After my brother moved out, I seemed to be the main target of everyone's problems. I sighed with relief when I noticed that my dad's car wasn't home. 'I wonder where the hell he's at.' I thought about it for a second before completely dismissing the thought. I opened the door and slowly shut it, trying to walk back into the so called room I had on the far side of our trailer. Man, did our house stink. This was partially the reason why nobody has been to my place since 4th grade. I wish I would have avoided having company even back then.

"Where the hell have you been?" I heard a voice from behind me. I froze, feet completely stuck in place. 'Shit.' I thought to myself as I slowly turned around to face my dad. "I just went to go see Stan's baseball game." I responded, emotionless. You can't show fear in this house, if you do they will learn to feed off of it. This is what began making my life a living hell.

"Oh, really now? Your too busy being off with your boyfriend to even consider taking care of your family? What kind of trash are you boy!" He yelled, slamming a beer bottle to the floor. I watched him, emotionless as rage boiled in his eyes. Believe it or not he never used to be like this. I mean he always drank but not like this, not until he gambled away all our money did he become an alcoholic. 'God, why did he have to gamble all of our money away?' Its days like this, I regret being born.

"Where's your car?" I asked, trying to avoid what he just called me. He looked at me then back outside.

"Your mom took it to get your sorry ass some groceries. You ought to be thankful we even feed you! Fuckin ungrateful child! How the hell were you brought up so wrong anyways?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me. Ah, I wish I would have taken Kyle up on his offer.

"Dad I have homework." I said, beginning to turn my back towards him to enter my room, big mistake. I was suddenly jerked back; I looked over my shoulder to see him holding onto my dull orange sweatshirt.

"Did I tell you, you could leave yet?" He yanked me around till I was inches from his face. The smell of booze dripped off of him, making me rather nauseous.

"You're such a disappointment. I hate you so much, you filthy piece of shit!" I heard him scream, then before I could even process what was going on I felt a right hook collide with my left eye, the force knocked me backwards, straight into a wall. I tried not to blink even when I felt the warm liquid ooze from my freshly cut wound. Dizzily I tried hard to stand up properly. This was a typical McCormick greeting.

"Like I said I have homework." I tried to brush off what just happened. Being manly, nobody would have guessed it. But he seemed to just want a fight. I prepared myself for another blow which I knew was soon to come. Losing vision in my left eye didn't help me any to defend myself at this moment. And right as I held my breathe I felt him punch me right in the ribs, this time he did do a bit of damage, I fell to the floor, he completely knocked the wind out of me and for a moment I couldn't breathe. I looked up at him as he just whispered the words 'pathetic' then walked away.

'I can't deal with this tonight. I need to get out of here.' I thought to myself as I tried my hardest to pull myself up. My right hand wrapped around my ribs as I panted deeply for air. Stumbling to my room, I grabbed my backpack then stumbled as fast as I could out of the hell hole I used to consider a home.

Once I was a fair distance away I pulled out my prepaid cell phone. Scrolling through my contacts I found Stan's number, quickly I dialed and listened to it ring through to the other end.

"Hello?" His voice rang out; I felt a bit of relief and smiled.

"Hey turns out I'm free for the night, you guys still at Kyle's?" I asked, trying to make myself sound as if I wasn't in a ton of pain.

"Actually Ike busted him on something so we decided to wait till his mom cooled down to make legit plans, if you want though, you can come over here and we can chill dude." Stan offered nicely, I hoped he hadn't noticed that there was anything wrong.

"Kyle's in trouble? Who knew that kid ever did anything wrong. Well I have to walk so I might be there within 30 minutes." I groaned, knowing I would never last with the weather dropping in temperature, my head spinning, and my ribs making it hard to breathe. This was going to be a difficult task.

"I can come pick you up if you want dude, it's no problem." Stan laughed. He must have heard me groan.

"Well if you insist." I chuckled. "I'll meet you at the park in say, 10 minutes?" I offered.

"Alright dude, sounds good." I could hear his keys in the background. This brought me huge relief as I hung up the phone. I always felt content with Stan. Maybe this day didn't have to be ruined.

I walked on, passing the 10 minute mark, which wasn't surprising at the speed I was going. I could barely move by the time I saw Stan's car pull up. I had my hood up, hoping he wouldn't notice my most recent injury. He figured out a while ago that something was up, but I tried hard to dismiss his worries. He was always someone I could rely on. And I always appreciated that. Once in the car I tried my hardest not to wince when I sat down, it was a failed effort really.

"Whoa, you alright dude? You look pretty shitty." Stan looked at me concerned. I just smiled. Looking forward, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Gee thanks, and here I got all dressed up for nothing." He chuckled slightly. I tried my hardest not to laugh, I knew it would bring me too much pain if I even attempted to.

"Not what I meant man, sorry." Stan smiled warmly at me. God, I loved his smile. When we were in middle school he used to have braces, nobody dared make fun of him though, not while he was dating that crazy bitch…what was her name again? Oh yeah! Wendy Testaburger. I swear everybody hated that woman. That's probably why she's with that fatass Cartman now. I wonder if Stan ever thinks about her.

"Thanks for letting me come over dude. I really appreciate it." I broke the silence. Stan just sighed. This slightly confused me. I hope it wasn't a burden to him.

"Stan?" I called out to him.

"It's no problem Kenny. You know that. Honestly I wanted to have some company tonight. So I should be the one thanking you." He seemed so serious when he said it. I wonder what's wrong. I hope it wasn't something I said. I mean I know I love to joke around a lot but I would never intentionally hurt Stan or Kyle.

"You okay dude?" I asked, still keeping my gaze focused on the road, trying extra hard now to hide my swelling eye. I could feel it must have been bruised badly by now, and the least I wanted Stan to do was worry about me.

"Yeah, it's nothing we can't talk about when we get back." Stan slightly smiled. I just slouched down in my seat a little more, starting to feel tired all of a sudden, Stan's car was so warm and his presence was so calming I just wanted to rest my eyes a little bit until the buzzing went away…

"KENNY!" I heard a voice shout my name. My eyes slowly peeled open. 'Oh shit, I must have fallen asleep.' I yawned. Feeling the pain creep back into my muscles, I didn't even attempt to stretch my stiff body.

"Come on dude, let's get you inside." Stan chuckled a little bit. He always acted like I was a child, which I was surprisingly grateful for, seeing as I was pretty much raised on my own.

"I'm coming, just give me a minute." I groaned as I tried my hardest to sit myself up. It was cold out and I just wanted to be inside, lying on Stan's comfy bed. Around five minutes passed and I felt myself running out of breath again, I gritted my teeth together to stifle a painful groan as I lazily walked my ass up the stairs. Good thing Stan was in the kitchen, warming up some leftover dinner for me. I wasn't too hungry but I needed the extra time to make it up the steps while his family was all still asleep.

Eventually in the room I plopped myself on his bed groaning a little as pain struck my left side. 'Man, he really did a number this time.' I smiled to myself, thinking about how weird it was laying in Stan's room alone. I wish I had a room like this. Damn, I would give anything to be Stan. He was such an amazing person. Always caring, and considerate of how everyone else felt, smart and in shape. I mean not to sound stupid but he was what I thought of when I thought of an idle man. Tall around 5'10", slender weighting only about 145lbs, all muscle. His face always seemed to be flawless, and that raven hair, medium length, slightly in his face even with his hat on. He was, well 'perfect'. I always got depressed thinking about this. I've always hid my face and body to the world, when we got into high school and they no longer allowed up to wear hoods or hats, I was so afraid of what everyone else would think. But somehow I always had a girlfriend, I have no idea what they ever saw in me, I'm only about 5'4", I weight not even 115lbs, my ribs always show. I hardly have any muscle, my hair is light blonde and always drapes around my face, and I would get a haircut if I could afford it but seeing as I have a prepaid phone, all the money I scrounge around for goes to trying to live my life as a normal teen. Ya know, not wear hand me down clothes and actually have a cell phone since we don't have internet, seriously I don't even know what Facebook is.

'Stan, you have it all. How your never ungrateful about it like the rest of them are confuses the hell out of me.' I sighed once again.

"What are you daydreaming about?" I heard Stan laugh as he walked into the room. I slightly blushed.

"Just that hot girl I stood up so I could be here with you." I smiled, sounding as happy as I could as I slowly sat myself up. 'Damn, that food smells delicious.' I thought to myself as I started to drool, I haven't eaten at all today.

"Oh really now? Do you think any woman in the world would be fetchin your ass food at this hour?" Stan chuckled as he set down food next to me on the bed. I smiled; I didn't even think I was hungry until now. I slowly pulled down my hood, ready to stuff my face.

"Oh my god! Kenny!" I heard Stan shout and I quickly realized my mistake. Too late now, might as well play it off as 'it doesn't hurt, trust me.' I think he would tell I was lying though.

"What? Stan, come on dude, it doesn't hurt at all, really." I tried to smile but he just seemed to get irritated. He sat down on a chair by his desk and pinched the bridge of his nose. 'I hate when he does that' I thought. It always made me feel like I disappointed him. I couldn't help but to start eating, the food tasted even better then it smelt.

"When are you ever going to be serious about this? I knew something happened." Stan gritted his teeth, making it hard to hear him. I waited till I was done eating to respond.

"Come on Stan, it's not worth getting so worked up over. Let's just have a good night. Please?" I tried to play it off as it was nothing but he just seemed to get angrier.

"What is your issue? This isn't okay! Who did this? Your dad?" He began to raise his voice. I've never seen him get this worked up. I mean he's seen worse.

"No, I was walking home and I fell down the steps at the park, I'm just clumsy. Calm down, this is stupid to fight over." I tried hard to get up and walk to him, but this proved to be more difficult than I thought.

"It doesn't look like you fell down the stairs at all. It looks more like someone socked you in the face and why can't you get up? You've been groaning all night. What else hurts?" Stan was clearly snapping. I have no idea why but what he was saying was making me speechless. I hated when people would talk to me about these kinds of things. It always made my stomach twist.

"Stan, please not right now. I just don't feel like getting into a fight about this." I tried again to calm him but it seemed pointless as he just sighed and stood up.

"What's the point in lying to me, your own best friend about something I already know is happening?" He stated calmly. I tried to form words with my mouth but nothing seemed to cooperate with me. I was getting dizzy and my ribs killing me. I tried to keep a straight face.

"I know what's been going on, I see right through you. I'm one of your oldest friends; I don't understand how you think you can lie to me so easily. I'm not stupid." Stan spoke once more; I stared at his back in shock as he began to walk away.

"Wa-wait. Stan, please." I felt like my heart was breaking, he knew this whole time? And even though I didn't want to burden him by saying anything, me lying to his face just hurt him worse. 'Wow, I'm a lousy friend.' I thought to myself and sighed deeply. I was in too much pain by now to keep eye contact with the raven haired boy. Even though he turned around it didn't seem like he was in any mood to deal with me.

"I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. Call me if you need anything." And with that, he left me in the dark empty room; I suddenly felt realization hit me. I felt angry and guilty. I lay back on the bed, thinking to myself about everything that just happened. Maybe we could forget this even happened, carry on with life like it always was? Fat chance! Damn, he'll probably drag this on.

I rolled over taking in some of Stans lingering scent on his pillow. Feeling slight butterflies, I groaned at the emptiness of the room. 'I wish he was in here with me.' I thought to myself. I would rather die than lose the one person in my life that I cared about. I closed my eyes, holding in a sniffle. I tried to lay on my right side. Facing away from the doorway, making sure no one could hear me and I began to cry. 'These times are when I wish that most that I was never born…'

Well I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I can't wait to update. When I get a few reviews I think I will post the next chapter. (: lmao.

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