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Kenny McCormick glanced around his trailer and took in the usual sights. His mother was drinking a beer and screaming at her husband, who was passed out drunk on the couch. Her southern drawl was evident through her screams. She was complaining about him not having a job, and how the only thing he's ever done was give her a good for nothing son that would never amount to anything, just like his idiot father.
'How typical.' He thought to himself, tightening the drawstrings on his hoodie. He groaned and didn't bother to say anything to his mom. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes Carol, his mother, had left on the counter. He dragged himself to his fridge and grabbed a can of cheap beer. He sat on the floor with his back against the front of the couch. He cracked open the beer and looked at the TV that was being infiltrated by static.
He hated being poor. Everyone had their plasma TVs and their digital had a 10 inch TV and an antenna system made out of bent up coat hangers that hardly worked at all. Most families had parents that at least tried to help them, or loved them. Kenny had a mother who got her two other children taken away by foster care. A father who got drunk and beat him without thinking twice what kind of mental problems he was causing her the blond teenager.
Kenny McCormick did everything he could to stay away from his house. He finished his beer and went into the kitchen and grabbed another one. He chugged it, grabbed another and chugged it as well. That was about as close to breakfast as he would get in that home. He walked into the living room and looked at his mother. She was passing out with a cigarette on her lip and a beer in her hand. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the trailer.
He was greeted by two of the three people he chose to spend his time around. Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski were two of his best friends, but he had a secret weighing on him, one that would potentially ruin his friendships with the two of them. He had made the mistake of telling Eric Cartman, and when Cartman knew something, he couldn't keep his mouth shut and half of South Park were told. But he covered it quickly by dating Bebe Stevens, the sluttiest girl in the 11th grade.
What they don't know is that instead of having sex with Bebe like everyone expected he should enjoy, he fantasized about sleeping with Leopold 'Butters' Stotch. He wanted that cute blond boy more than anything. There was a time or two where it took everything in him not to call out Butters while he was taking Bebe from behind. He couldn't help it. Bebe was blond like Butters. He didn't want to be called a fag, though. So he had to keep it a secret.
"Hey, dude. What's up?" Kyle asked, with his normal flat look on his face. Stan was standing there with his hands in his pockets. He had reverted back to his goth stage and it was, as Kenny put it, really fucking sexy. If it weren't the fact Stan was one of his best friends, and totally straight, Kenny would have hit on him constantly. But that'd be over-stepping a boundary.
Kenny looked at Kyle. "Nothing, man. Just...you know, dealing with everything, since Mom got Karen taken away. She's been drinking more, I've been drinking more. Dad's been avoiding being awake. It sucks, dude. Really fucking sucks." He mumbled. He no longer had the security of his tight hood. He had thrown away anything that would cover his face. It was his way of trying to become more social.
Kyle nodded as Kenny spoke and processed everything. "Dude, let's go get fucked up." Kenny's look of shock spread to Stan's generally flat face. Kyle had always been the one who punched Stan for doing shrooms of smoking pot. He was the one who talked about how terrible foreign chemicals were to put into your body. Kyle nodded. "You heard me, bro. Let's go get fucked up and forget everything."
"I'm fine, dude. I think I'm gonna go talk to Butters, though. I'll see you guys later." Stan and Kyle both waved off Kenny as he made his way to the Stotch house. He stood on the doorstep and checked his reflection in the mirror to the side. He was clean, but his blond hair was a mess and his face was dashed with stubble. He looked up at Butters's bedroom window. He rang the doorbell and waited until Linda Stotch, Butters's mother answered the door.
"Well, hello, Kenny. Butters is upstairs, so go on up." He smiled warmly and Kenny returned the smile. He wiped his ratty old Chuck Taylors and kicked them off once he got inside of the house. He made an effort to line them up with the other shoes, but Linda still took them and fixed the alignment. Kenny made his way up the stairs and smiled at Butters, who was sitting at the desk in his room.
"Well, hey Kenny!" He still spoke with the same excitement as he had when he was younger.