Bunnnnyyyy 3333 I decided I love it so much more than Twenny xD
Shit I'm late, shit I'm late, shit I'm late! Why can't I afford a car?
That's why you're getting a job smartass!
God I hate job interviews. I always feel like my dirty white dress shirt and kind of tattered slacks aren't very convincing and that my will to flirt with every girl who walks my way is probably easily seen. I can't count how many interviews I've gone to and failed horribly, so now I'm running at top speed down my block, praying that I can make a good impression just this once even if I'll be sweaty and my clothes stick to my skin. Stupid parents out at their bare-ly-making-enough-money-to-scrape-by-jobs. If they were here, they could just drive me…
Each step, my feet feel like they're about to tangle. Fuck, fuck, I have to make this on time! I need a-
"Oof!" Fantastic. Of course I'm stupid me, Kenny McCormick, running blindly around a corner. I stumble back a few steps after smacking head on into another seventeen-year-olds body, and look down to see… Butters?
"Ah!" he hisses, looking down with tear filled eyes at the large brown coffee stain on his shirt. It was steaming hot- probably a bad sign.
"Shit!" I hold out a hand to him and help him up. "Sorry Butters-" how long has it been since I've actually talked to this kid? I mean, he and Eric had been dating for months but I never really saw either of them since they'd started. God he looks girly…"-are you okay?" Obviously not Kenny, you just made him spill steaming hot coffee all over himself… He takes his long, slender fingers and pinches the edges of his baby blue shirt, peeling it from his skin with a hiss. Jesus that looked painful…
"I-I'm fine," he says sheepishly. I feel guilt weigh me down as he obviously tries to fight back the tears of pain. I took my own hand and lifted up his shirt. A bright red blotch on his stomach matched the one on his shirt… Fuck my life! Shoving my interview aside, I took his arm in my hand. The least I could do was get the poor kid cleaned up before he would probably have to go to a hospital…
"Come on dude- I'll walk you to my house a block away."
"T-Thanks Kenny," he chokes out, unable to tear his sea-green eyes away from his burnt abdomen. The walk back to my shitty shit hole shit house is brisk, and I could only hope that the brisk Colorado wind is numbing the burn a little bit. Fuck I feel like an asshole… I hurried him inside and into my room, a little embarrassed at its state. Clothes and personal belongs were strewn in layers over my floor, shitty neon beer slights hanging on my wall, appearing just as foggy, colored glass when unplugged.
"Here dude- let me grab you a shirt," he takes a seat on my twin bed, still trying hard not to sob in pain as he sniffles and wipes the tears. His eyes are red and puffy with pain now as I dig up a white v neck and hurry it over to him. He takes it from me in his delicate, girly fingers, now red as well. When he lifts his shirt again, I can see his burnt abdomen spotted in small, white blisters. "Uh, do you want me to call a cab for the hospital?" I ask guiltily. He looks at me with sweet, sea-green eyes and forces a painful smile.
"N-no thanks. My parents would see the bill a-and ground me." His voice made me laugh- inappropriate timing… Trying to hide my embarrassment, I head out the door to the bathroom. God he looks different… That's so weird! Ok let's see here… Cough medicine… Cold medicine… Um, suspicious looking tablets… there we go! Burn ointment. I remember when my parents first started buying it among other pain killing crap when I started to die all the time. Good thing it has a use now!
Walking back, I saw that he had left the clean shirt lifted well above the burn and was now focusing on taking deep, calming breathes, slowly able to control his tears- though I was sure it was painful as hell… "Do you want ice dude?"
"N-no thanks, the ice just gives me freezer b-burn, and makes it worse!" Ok, don't laugh at him Kenny.
"Here," I sit beside him and hand him the ointment. He looked at it, then slowly looked at me with pleading eyes… Oh god. "What?" I ask curiously.
"I'm sorry Kenny but… I'm too s-scared! C-can you please put it on f-for me?" He sheepishly holds the tube out again. God damnit it Butters, don't go all fag on me… Trying not to be the weird douche bag I usually am, I take the ointment and apply it generously, trying to use such a thick layer that my hands wouldn't touch him make it more painful and… gay. So… silence… I'm rubbing cream on Butters… Please talk, one of us. Just think of something… Maybe something like-
"So how are you and Cartman?" Just trying to make casual conversation.
"Oh, w-we broke up last night… You know, five month anniversary I guess..." …
"Oh my god… I'm such an asshole dude. First I drench you in hot coffee then I just open my fat mouth and make it worse." As I speak, I'm relieved to hear his girly giggle and know that he wasn't completely in pain, though the movement in his abs from laughing probably seared…
"Yeah, he dumped me cuz I didn't really like him anymore I guess. He was real mean to me…" I knew I shouldn't have laughed, but I did.
"Yep, sounds like Eric…" I looked up, finally done covering his burn. But he's looking at me with those foggy green eyes that remind me with of the sea with something more than gratitude- warmth, softness… I'd never really seen him looking at me like that. Well, I had, but I'd never taken note of it before. I've seen girls look at me that way… and for a moment, I just stared back at him, wondering what I should do and feeling my heart skip like when I little girl notices a boy looking at her. I was panicking for just a moment- Oh my god he's looking at me and he looks like he likes me, oh fuck, what do I do now?
"Oh- er- uh, thanks Kenny," he smiles weakly with his girly face. I returned it-
"No problem Butters. You should probably just let that dry over it… Go ahead and sleep in my bed for a bit. Sleep help repairs skin tissue I learned- I'll wake you up in an hour to go home." He smiles at me again sheepishly, pink just barely brushing past his cheeks.
"Thanks Kenny…"
"No problem Butters," I smile and walk out, listening to the door click behind me. Oh god… What did I just myself into?