A story of Kevin McCormick. He's a little uneducated so the way he words things isn't really considered proper English. I like doing accents, you really get to know the characters by how they speak.

It's mostly non-slash and a little humorous, I hope. :D Yay for my dry sense of humor!

Also... an Apocalypse is looming on the horizon. Oooh~! :)

They said it was almost ten million megatons... I dunno what it meant but it wasn't good. It was this big thing fallin' from the sky.

It was gon' kill us all. Boom, like a bunch of fireworks. I remember clutchin' onto my girl tight as they counted down the time we were supposed to bite the dust. I remember lookin' into those bright eyes of hers. They were brimmin' with tears. She opened her mouth a little and nothin' came out.

I knew what she was gon' say anyways. She didn't have to say a word.

I remember a loud bang and then an earth shatterin' quake. The earth was a rumblin' and a tumblin'. I squeezed her in a hug, not even the shakin' earth could split us up.

It was one of them things. You wish you coulda told the girl you love how ya feel.

Because we were gonna be dead within seconds.

But, I'm gettin' ahead of myself. Let's start from the beginning when everything made sense and was normal.

My name is Kevin McCormick. I'm a mechanic and I don't do that much exciting things. I guess I was your average guy. I had a tiny apartment, a job and a friend. Yep, a friend. Just the one.

I wiggled my tongue though through the gap of my teeth. Braces never did work. I wasn't that much into lookin' good. I didn't have no lady to impress or anythin'. I was donning a dirty pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. My hair was tussled around a little. It was a little greasy but I didn't much care, I just stuffed it under my Nuggets baseball cap.

I was on this long train in Denver, you know those train underneath the ground? Its kinda cool once you think about it but it ain't all that. I didn't have a car on the account I up and did crashed it over there by the outskirts of South Park.

I was going ninety in a thirty zone. Police say I'm awfully lucky to have survived. I got my brains a little scrambled but I always did have a tough skull. Least that's what my mama used to say.

I couldn't afford a repair since it was totaled so bad. I might be a mechanic but I ain't rich and insurance ain't cheap. I was a little poor, Cartman don't pay me enough.

While I sat on the bus these two girls sat beside me. They weren't all that nice, I wouldn't call myself a creep. I mean, I ain't clean 'cause the car fluids raining down on my face 'nd hands but I'm a good guy.

These two girls were all huddled up and I wondered what in the heck they were doin'. I did another little peek.

I noticed the magazine they were holdin'. The two girls gossiped beside me about the boy on the magazine cover. I wonder...

I peered down at the man. Bright blue eyes and a coy smile. It was none other than Kenny McCormick. Yup, my brother. He really made something out of his life and I ain't got much to say myself.

I sat back in my seat as one of the girl wrinkled up her nose at me. It wasn't very nice but I guess it was okay. It was a free country after all.

I got off the train walkin' a short way to work. I glared over at the newspaper stand, seein' Kenny's photos layerin' the shelves. I approached the little booth, starin' at the magazine.

I picked it up in my hands. "Fifty ways to seduce your woman; Kenny McCormick has the answers you want." I read aloud.

The man behind the counter slouched over the magazines lookin' at me. "You read that garbage?"

I shrugged puttin' the trashy magazine in the man's hands. "It's not my type of thing. You see, that's my brother."

"A pretty boy, eh?" he rang it up with a few 'tings' from the register.

I dug in my wallet for a few bucks before leavin' a few on the counter. I rolled up the mag in my hands walkin' off.

"Wait, sir!" The guy looked about flabbergasted, gazin' up at me. "This is a fifty."

"Keep it." I flashed him a smile. I liked to think I did a good deed.

I was strollin' around in a pretty gay mood. Oh, an' gay meanin' happy. I was always like this. And you're gon' see gay a lot instead of sayin' happy.

It even makes me crack a grin.

Then I saw it.

It's my future wife. This girl ya know, she was always walkin' at this time. I always admired her from a distance. Apparently it was Stan's sister Shelly. We never did talk much but she was always angry. Her face was always caught in a permanent scowl. I think it was because her bein' little makin' faces and it froze up that way.

Mama always said about that happenin' and it scared the bejesus outta me!

That girl Shelly had cute choppy cut and chestnut hair, she liked the color pink. She was always wearin' that color everyday to work. If you wanna know, she worked over there at that wiener factory next to Cartman's auto shop. To this day I can't stand the smell of hot dogs.

Now I know what your sayin', "Kevin, why don't you go up and talk to her?" or something like that. Well, because it ain't that simple. I didn't have the balls to go talk to her. I was scared that she'd pop me right in the face.

I cracked open the shop door with a ring. Cartman looked up from his food. He was glarin' at me like somethin' furious. "What the hell Kevin? Your late again. I'll fire your ass and hire an Asian or one of those smart kids from an actual college."

Don't mind him, he's a bastard.

"I got a magazine over there at that stand."

"Goddamn dude I can see why your late. You talk slow and you move slow. Poor people." He rolled his eyes at me.

Cartman never really bothered me much. He was all talk but no bite. He wouldn't fire me because how good of a worker I am.

I pressed one of the buttons to lift a car off the ground a bit. Cartman read off of his clipboard. "The engine is shit. Hydro locked because this chick thought it was a good idea to go through a pond or something."

I let out a sigh before nodding. "Look like my check is gon' be big."

"I got to dock your pay anyways." Cartman sneered. "You're always late."

I didn't argue. I wasn't late all the time but I choose my battles wisely. After a long mornin' of replacing an engine and hookin' everything up right it was my lunch break.

Cartman would buy us both burgers from that place down the street. An' I know your thinkin' it's a kind gesture but it's not. That fatty would buy it with my paycheck.

I unwrapped the wrapper of my first burger when Cartman hogged down his third. I was lookin' inside that magazine.

I felt a pang up in my chest. Kenny has a lot to show forth. He was a model and an almost actor. Bein' on the cover of a gentlemen's mag called 'Hip and All the Rage' meant somethin'.

"That damn Kinny really made it didn't he?" Cartman mumbled out through his sandwich, flipping a page to see Kenny in spread out like one of them fancy women in them dirty magazines. You know, spread out on the bed with some roses sprinkled around. It's a waste of a rose I think.

Damn teenage girls always liked him anyways.

"Looks like it, don't it?" I took a sip of my soda-pop.

"I bet your jealous!"

I shrugged in response. I know what your thinkin', I ain't that smart. It's true on the account I never did much schoolin' and it was hard too. I always never had the time for any of it.

I cleaned up my area as I hurried my way back to the car. This wasn't no 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' job. I had the new engine on chains an' a crane. It was like an art. One wrong move an' it's my butt on the line.

I noticed Cartman's yell as he started my way on them stubby legs of his. "You got a call."

I held up the thick black payphone to my ear as I could hear a snide laugh in the background. "Happy birthday Kevin."

"Kenny?" I blinked back a bit of surprise.

"Yup, how's my big bro?" Kenny sounded eager as ever.

"Fine."

I didn't want to beg for a hand out. I needed a little cash my way but I ain't resortin' to beggin'.

"Good, I was just callin' you to see what you were going to do for your birthday. I was thinking about coming down there."

"Nah, you ain't gotta do that."

"Well then, I'll surprise you."

I could hear Catman swearing up a storm from the other room. I guess a few seconds on the phone was a little too much. I mean, I ain't into talkin' on the phone like some kind of girl.

"Well I gotta go. Thanks again. Bye." I about rambled outta my mouth like a fire storm as Cartman started my way. I hung it up quick.

"Get back to work!"

I let out a tiny sigh and did what I was told.

I started tinkering with the car 'til it got real dark outside. My shift was done hours ago but I really liked fixin' up cars. I twisted my cap on my head and tided my flannel shirt around my waist. I bet this is how a surgeon feels like. Sweaty and tired.

Cartman threw the keys at my feet. "Make sure you lock up." he slinked his way out the door without a goodbye.

I let out a tired sigh, wipin' my forehead. I made sure the shop was dark and all closed up. I locked the door tight, slippin' the key in my pocket.

I twisted on my heel, bumpin' someone on the ground. I glanced down to see Shelly and her face was red. Her eyes shot up to mine growling out. "Watch where you're going!"

I grabbed her arm, slinging her to her feet like she weighed a few pounds. She ripped her arm away from me, brushing herself off.

"Hey." I said simply.

She craned her neck at me, with a wicked frown she spat. "What do you want?"

Wow, she got pretty over the years. I wish I had something a little better to say.

"Oh nothin'."

"Then why are you bothering me turd?" her mean look fadin' just a little.

"Well I always see you when I be walking so I thought I could say hello."

"Creep-" She stopped, studied me hard. "Are you Kenny's brother?"

"Indeed I am. My name is Kevin McCormick. Pleasure to make the acquaintance."

"What are you doing in Denver? Don't you live with your parents?" she questioned me.

"Oh them? They don't need me." I said whatever came to mind. "I'm twenty-two today."

"Happy birthday." she said softly.

I did that weird laugh of mine. It's like a mule giving a giggle.

"I should ask you what you're doing in Denver." I gave her a huge grin.

"School. There's a nice college."

"College. You're that smart to go to college?" I blurted out.

I don't think she took that as a compliment when she stormed away. I frowned, givin' her a wave anyways. "Bye!"

When she disappeared into the dark I hit my fist against my head muttering. "Oh my Gosh. 'Are you that smart to go to college?' I'm an idiot." I got on the subway train and went under the city.

I stepped up to the door of my cruddy apartment. I unlocked it with a little to no trouble, stepping inside. Locking the door behind me.

I kicked off my stinkin' and worn shoes, shufflin' over to the fridge. I opened it to see nothin' but darkness instead of a bright light. I let out a sigh, grabbin' a can closest to me.

I plopped down on the couch, snappin' open a 'cold one' and I cringed as I felt the warm beer sting my throat. Electricity has been out for a bit anyways.

I got to my feet. No T.V. means no entertainment. I snatched up my cigarette on the coffee table before opening the patio door to my balcony. I covered my cigarette from the wind, lettin' the smoke enter my lungs. Oh man, was there nothin' like smoke in your lungs. I mean, no, don't smoke it's bad for ya.

But it's so smooth comin' in as it is comin' out.

I gave a casual glance up. I noticed this big star a twinklin'. Now you probably think it's weird but there is never a star in the sky in the city. It just ain't right on the account of there being so many lights.

I shrugged it off anyways. I was gettin' cold. I sprawled out on my couch, lowing my hat over my eyes.