Yoooo, so I have just recently got into South Park and decided to post my very first South Park story on here. It has been quite awhile since I have posted any stories at all so hopefully things will turn out as planned. I am looking to posting every few days as much as I can though! Yay! Anyways, this IS my first ButtersxKenny story. I usually don,t ship these kind of things but I think this is the cutest ship ever! So, with all of that being said; The story shall begin!
Disclaimer: Yeah, we all know here that the characters of South Park belongs to Trey Parker and Matt Stone; the wonderful creators.
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The Stars That Lies Between Us
"Man, fuck shooting stars dude."
Chapter 1: Kenny McCormick
"Aren't you a bit too young to be drinking?"
"No."
"Surely you are, young man! I mean, look at you! You're already drunk!"
"So?"
"Now look here young man, let me have-"
"Back the fuck up, bitch!"
I hated when people judged me; like they knew my story. I would have run-ins with people like this all of the time. "You're too young to drink!" "Why are you smoking?" "You're too young to waste your life away!"
Jokes on them. My life's already wasted.
I giggled to myself as I stumbled down the streets of good ole' South Park. You know, as fucked up as this town can be, it's not that bad. But, of course I am drunk off my ass so everything is "not that bad" to me. I got nasty looks as I roughly ran into people, singing "Poker Face" in my sloppy, drunken stupor.
I tripped over myself, laughing my ass off as I sloppily caught myself on the wall. I stayed there for a bit, slowly sliding down and landed on my ass.
"Excuse me sir," I heard someone say. "I got a call; complaints of public intoxication."
"Yeah, so?" I slurred, then giggled. Cops are hilarious.
"How old are you, son?" Mr. Officer asked.
I took a large chug from the bottle and let out a loud belch.
"Old enough to fuck your mom."
Wrong move. Then again, I can't analyze everything I say when I am hammered. So, before I knew it I was handcuffed and thrown in the back of the police cruiser, ready to spend the night in jail.
Funny the way my story starts off? You have no idea how much shit I get myself into. This is the woes of Kenneth McCormick.
I've been judged all my life. Well, it wasn't so bad when I was a kid. That fatass, Eric Cartman, would always bash on me about being poor. As annoying as it was sometimes, I couldn't deny that fact. My living conditions weren't that great and neither of my parents could hold down a job long enough to actually provide for their starving children. There were times we went months without eating because of their lack of responsibility. Hell, if drinking and getting high was a job they'd get employee of the month every month.
But I guess I could be grateful for what little food we did have.
My parents weren't the best. If they weren't high they were definitely drunk. They got into fights all of the time; my siblings and I in the middle of the cross-fire. There were times when Dad would get pissed and take it out on us resulting in me going to school with a black eye and coming up with excuses to cover up for his pathetic ass.
"The McCormicks are nothing but sorry, poor bastards" I would hear people say. "And their children will end up just like them when they get older". I wish I could say they were wrong. I was stirring myself in that direction.
It wasn't until I was twelve that I have gotten into stuff that'll get me into shitloads of trouble.
My brother and I would sell drugs on the streets so that we could have food on the table. My parents sold me into prostitution a couple times when I was thirteen. I picked up a nasty smoking habit and drinking constantly. Most nights I'd come home fucked up only to pay for it the next day.
I barely passed any of my classes because I thought it would be fun to ditch often. It wasn't until I get myself in deep trouble that my friends would grow concerned.
My friends...Kyle, Stan and Cartman (if I could even call him a friend. The dick.) Stan and Kyle were super close so it was no surprise to me when I started to pick up bad habits they separated themselves from me. Cartman stuck around because I was basically the only one who had patience with him.
Anyways, parents tell their kids to stir away from me since I am a "bad influence". It wasn't until I was sixteen I started to hang out with Craig Tucker. The fucker stayed in trouble which is why we clicked. We would smoke weed together here and there and get smashed. Both of our reputations were pretty fucked up, but compared to Tucker, I was a saint. That is until he started dating Tweek Tweak. They were secretly dating though since Tweek's parents fucking HATE Craig.
Now, at the age of eighteen, I'm not as bad as I was back then but my reputation kicked me in the ass. I am that guy parents tell their daughters to stay away from. Funny, considering the fact that I fucked just about every girl in school. No shame.
Now you know my history. I'm not perfect and I may be that failure people keep whispering about...it's amazing how life turns around, ain't it? When someone enters it and completely change you. At least, that's what happened to me.
I AM SORRY FOR THE SHORT FIRST CHAPTER! ALL OF THE STORY IS ALREADY PRE-WRITTEN SO I DECIDED THAT THE FIRST CHAPTER WON'T DRAG ON FOR TOO LONG. ANYWAYS, REVIEWS ARE APPRECIATED AND I WILL WORK HARD TO PUMP THESE CHAPTERS OUT TO YOU ALL! ANY MISTAKES WILL BE CORRECTED. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING!