Later on Kenny found out an intresting fact or two about Angel the drop-dead-georgous-little-spitfire. 1) She lived just across the street from him in the old abandoned two story cottage with the wrap around porch. Which meant that he and his family was likely to be seeing quite a bit of her.

And 2- was the most shocking thing to learn about her. She lived alone due to the fact that her entire family had been murdered when she was nine in a freak (and he used the term loosely) accident involving a wood chipper.

Frankly even Kenny was at a loss about how stupid a person would have to be to trip over their own feet and one after another fall into an switched on wood chipper. Leaving a nine year old little girl without any family left in the world.

Which was why he was just a mite curious about how she was affording the rent on the house across the street. I mean, she was a student in high school. So she might have had a job. But there was still so much about her that was unknown.

So it shouldn't have surprised him one little bit when his parents got dressed in their best (stained, ruined clothes) later that day at about six and invited themselves to dinner at Angel's house to learn more about her. They claimed that showing up unannounced and drunk was the neighborly thing to do. It was on the tip of Kenny's tongue to argue with them but then he remembered that Angel, while new to the area, was a rather pretty teenage girl.

And he was a hormone driven teenage boy. Besides she needed someone to watch out for her and he couldn't do that from across the street without becoming one of those creepy peeping toms with no lives. And he didn't want that.

He wanted to be one of those people who didn't live in broken homes after a certain age and had money to take care of themselves and be better than their parents ever were.

But that was neither here nor there. He thought absently as his mother grabbed a plate of frozen pop tarts since it was all they had to eat in the house aside from the rabid opossum that his dad had run over when he'd pulled into the drive way an hour ago from his beer run. And somehow Kenny didn't think that Angel would like having to go get shots to treat the desease.

His parents marched up to the front door of Angel's house and straightened their dirty, messy appearances as best as they could as Kenny and his younger sister shuffled along behind them, looking around the front yard like it was a foreign country or something.

Kenny had never noticed before how big and spooky looking the trees in the yard were. But as spooky as they looked now he'd bet anything that they would be beautiful in the spring when new leaves grew into place. He was so absorbed in his own musings that he was only vaguely aware of his parents knocking on the front door to Angel's home. And standing there with big idiotic smiles on their faces as they waited for her to open the door.

Several moments passed and Kenny became aware of the door opening and glanced towards the house and blinked as Angel filled the doorway of her house in nothign but a black and white checkered shirt that emphasised the curve and size of her lovely breasts and her slender, curvaceous figure. Her torn and faded jeans hugged her long slender legs.

Her hair looked like it had been evened out and the tips curled beautifully around her angelic face and Kenny mentally swore to murder Cartman if he ever did anything to her ever hair again. "Yes? Can I help you?" Angel asked in a tentative tone as Kenny's parents gaped at her in utter shock.

He snickered and waited for them to regain their senses as he wallked up and sort of shouldered his way between them so that he was right in front of her and offered his hand and said, "Hi. I'm Kenny McCormick and the gaping idiots are my parents. Back there is my little sister Karen. Would you mind if we come in?"

She looked at him for a second then took his hand and nodded as they shook hands. He was surprised that she didn't speak but then it occurred to him that she might be shy around people like he was. Which was part of the reason that he hid himself away so much.

It wasn't so much that he was antisocial. It was more like, people made him nervous. When they looked at him, when they talked to him. He always felt so awkward. But then Angel didn't seem terribly shy earlier when she had beaten the crap out of Cartman so maybe he was wrong about her personality type.

"Kenny...you were with that jerk earlier."

He gave her an awkward/charming smile trying to melt her slightly frosty demeanor a bit. "Yeah. Sorry about that but well, I can't apologize for him. He's solely responsible for his own actions."

"True. But you didn't have to sit there and do nothing." He cringed a little bit, feeling unmanned by her words as she stepped back and motioned with her head for them to come in. Muttering something like, It's cold outside. Get in here. As she walked away.

Funny how Kenny never noticed the cold even now, he felt abnormally warm as he watched the delicate sway of her hips as she walked away.