It would be a lie to call Kenny McCormic disillusioned with life. To be disillusioned with life, you must have once been illusioned with life. Kenny had never been under any illusion when it came to life.
He was born at home, in his parents' filthy bedroom, dirt poor, stifled and cursed. Ever since he'd been aware of the world, he'd been aware of the unfairness of it. How unfair it was that he was always cold, yet his classmates always warm. How unfair it was that he was never full, yet his classmates never hungry. How unfair it was that he didn't get pocket money, yet his classmates had collage funds. How unfair it was that he was so expendable, yet his classmates so precious.
He knew life wasn't fair, he wasn't stupid. He was used to it. All he could do was forgive it (or at least accept it) and get the fuck over it.
Yet throughout his teenage years Kenny became aware of what he perceived as the greatest unfairness of all. He became aware of Kyle Broflovski.
It was unfair that Kyle was so cleaver, the cleverest in his class. It was unfair that Kyle was so kind, the kindest man Kenny had ever known. It was unfair Kyle was so sharp, so quick-tongued and sarcastic. It was unfair Kyle was so moral, so just, so obsessed with making things fair. It was unfair that Kyle's temper was volcanic, that his anger was explosive, his presence so dramatic. It was unfair the way his clothes hugged his frame, the way he stood, the way he held himself, that bounce in his step. It was unfair that he was so beautiful, so porcelain, so regal and, well, so fluffy.
But all those unfairness could be forgiven. Because Kyle was Kyle, and by simply existing he made Kenny's life seem a little fairer then it was, like perhaps everything would be okay, like perhaps it had been worth getting out of bed this morning after all.
There was only one unfairness in his life that Kenny found unforgivable. It was so unfair, so painfully, jarringly, so gut-wrenchingly unfair that he had been shown Kyle, shown how perfect, how brilliant, how kind and loving Kyle was, only to be denied Kyle. Life showed Kenny Kyle, life made Kenny covet Kyle, dream about Kyle, love Kyle, and then life gave Kyle to Stan. Wholly, undeniably, reciprocally to perfect quarterback Stan. Kenny didn't even get a look in. He'd never even had a chance.
That, Kenny thought, was unforgivably unfair.
A.N - Well, hello Sweethearts, this is my first attempt at a multi-chapter. It might come out a little disjointed because a few chunks of it are already written, but lot of gaps need filling in, so stay tuned, I guess. If I don't get a chance to finish it, I already have the end, so I'll make sure to put that up. At the very least you'll know how it ended. Thank you for reading, for reals, thank you. To all you guys who favourited my stories (and me), thank you, so much. And to all you guys who wrote me such lovely things on my oneshots (if you're reading this), thank you, it really meant a lot to me, you were so kind. You might have made me cry a little (I was sick, I sort of have a pseudo excuse). You really spurred me on to write some more. So thank you, so so much 3.