AN:/ hey guys. Wow. Its only been one day since I published my first fic. Already 75 hits and 100 veiws. What exactly is a hit? Plz enlighten me. Pairings: Bunny and slight Cutters. Female Butters (Marjorine). Anyways, without further ado,
Light #3
Marjorine had always been a light in my life. Whenever I got in a fight she was always there to back me up, or tend to my wounds when I got hurt. She was always the voice of reason, and refuge from my fathers alcoholic rage. Everything about her was perfect in my eyes. My guardian angel. I wanted her to be mine, but I knew I'd never be good enough for her, because I was nothing but poor white trash and she was a beautiful goddess. My whole world shattered when she told me she was with Cartman, even more when she told me she was pregnant with his child.
"im pregnant." She muttered. "w-with Cartman's baby." Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. I was crushed to say the least. My angel, pregnant with a demon. What am I supposed to do now? I know I should help her, (because god knows Cartman wont.).
I sighed, "I'm getting an apartment at the end of the month. If your 'rents kick you out you can crash with me." I tried to keep my regular coolness in my voice; after all… my heart had just shattered to pieces just seconds before.
Her face brightened with my offer, "well gee Ken, thanks." She pulled me in for a tight hug, burying her face in my chest. After a moment she looked up at me, her head just below my shoulders, she was so small. "you don't need to do this Kenny, it's not even your kid."
I knew this, in fact, I hated this. This little hell spawn in her body. But then again, it was also half her, maybe this thing in her stomach wasn't all that bad.
I hate Cartman. Well, I love to hate him and hate to love him. ya know? Marjorine is cuttteee~ may be continued.