Chapter 2: Double Date
Beep! Beep! Beep! I opened my eyes to the sweet orange glow of the sun beaming on my face through the curtains. I could feel the warmth resting on my cheeks. Beep! Beep! Beep! I tried to pull my arm out to turn off the alarm clock, but when I pulled I heard a grumble. At first I was startled but, then I remembered it was Kenny. I rolled over even closer to his chest and put his face in my hands and pulled him down for a good morning kiss. That woke him up. "Hey, what are you doing?" His voice was hoarse and rough, but it was playful all the same. "Te-Teehee, nothing," He smiled at me and pecked me on the forehead. Beep! Beep! Beep! Click. Finally that stupid clock is off. I got up from bed and tried to get Kenny up but, he wouldn't budge. "Kenny, come on we have to get ready for school," "But, I don't want to," He whined like a little child. He finally did get out from the covers to reveal himself in blue boxers and his NASCAR T-Shirt from yesterday. "I got you some clothes from your house last night," "A few? So I get to spend more than one night with my little buttercup?" His voice was still rough and quiet, but playful still. He walked into the bathroom with me and wrapped his arms around me. "Yes, Kenny you w-will be here for a few days," "Well maybe then can we?" He raised his eyebrows up and down in the mirror while my expression was covered with a tint of pink. "I don't know Kenny," Kenny has been trying to get me to open up, and let me lose my virginity to him, but I am still uncertain. It's not that I'm scared or anything, it's just a moment that needs to be just right. Kenny never pushed me, but he has always hinted or suggested it. Don't get me wrong we didn't go three years doing absolutely nothing, but my virginity is the only thing that I have complete control over. I hope the time comes soon, for Kenny's sake.
Crash! Kenny and I whipped our heads around to face the doorway and find pieces of glass on the floor. Kenny left me in the bathroom to investigate. The cold air from outside was flooding my room and giving me chills. "Wh-what was that?" Kenny didn't answer. "K-Kenny," I slowly crept my way into my room to find Kenny standing in front of my window with a brick. "Wh-what happened?" Wham! "Is everything alright?!" My mother and father were bursting through the doorway with fear in their eyes. "Butters, what happened?" My mom asked me in a motherly manner running over to hug me. "W-well mom I don't," "Assholes!" My family looked over to see Kenny standing on the glass holding a brick with anger. "It was probably Clyde and his friends, look," With that he showed my dad and I a red brick with the words faggot in white paint on it. Kenny was so angry, and he tensed up until I put a hand on his shoulder to ease him. "I'm sorry Butters," "Aww Ken, you don't have to apologize," My mom gave me and Kenny a sympathetic look, while my father hugged us both. "I'll clean this mess up, Linda why don't you finish up breakfast?" "Alright Chris, Butters, Kenny do you guys want anything special?" "No ma'am that's ok," "N-no thanks mom, just pancakes will be fine," She gave us a hug before going downstairs to fix up breakfast while my dad was cleaning up the glass. Kenny tried to assist my dad but, he insisted that he do it. Kenny got a shower while I did my make-up. I was wearing denim skinny jeans with pink Ugg boots, a baby pink cashmere sweater, and a baby pink hairclip. I noticed my hair was getting long it was down to my chin, for me that was progress. It didn't bother me because I was trying to grow it out long. My make-up was the same as yesterday, pink. When I was about finished Kenny stepped out of the shower dripping wet with everything showing. I was trying not to look in fear of pitching a tent. He dried himself off and began to get dressed. I wasn't paying attention much so I didn't realize he was wearing one of my shirts with his jeans. "How fabulous am I?" I turned around to see Kenny in his worn down jeans, converse, and my light blue shirt with a unicorn and rainbow on the front. I started to giggle. "What am I not fabulous?" Kenny was only about two or three inches taller then me so all of my clothes would probably fit him, so the shirt didn't look bad at all. "You look adorable Ken doll," "Ken doll, well then I guess your Barbie?" We burst out laughing. After our laughing fit we headed downstairs for apple pancakes with buttery syrup. Kenny and I were eating them like potato chips, they were that good. You couldn't just have one or two or three. We had managed to eat fifteen pancakes all together I know because my mom only makes twenty-one. I think she has OCD when it comes to cooking.
When we were done stuffing our mouths we grabbed our book bags and left for school. Kenny wanted to drive today so I let him, and began to talk. "S-so Ken, you want to have that picnic after school? An-and invite Stan and Kyle?" "Sure, we're still getting cheeseburgers, right?" "Yup, and maybe Stan and Kyle can bring dessert," "I thought you were bringing dessert," "What? I'm bringing the cheeseburgers, if you want me too I could try and," "I was talking about you cutie," I blushed a little from embarrassment and a little from flattery. When we got to school Stan and Kyle were waiting for us with a blunt object in their hand. "Hey guys," "Hey Kenny," Stan seemed shaken up and gave Kenny a brick. It looked like the brick we had go through our window. When he turned it over something was written on it. 'I know your secret faggot'. "Wh-what secret? What are they talking ab," "We have absolutely no idea what they are talking about, but Stan woke up and found that in his room. It looks like someone threw it through the window," Kyle looked rushed like he had been up all night, and his expression was showing worry. "Well is there anything you're hiding Stan?" "N-no I have no idea, wh-what they're talking about," Stuttering, worried, and fidgeting they are hiding something. "Well dude we got the same thing this morning," "What?" Stan and Kyle spoke in unison with worried faces. "Yeah, me and Butters were getting ready for school when it happened," "My window is shattered, and we found a brick to bu-but, it said a mean word," "What did it say?" Kyle once again was taking the lead of talking and asking questions. "I-it said umm, fa-faggot," I hated that word. I didn't like how it rolled off my tongue. "Oh, I'm sorry," "K-Kyle you don't have to apologize for what someone else did," "Butters and I are going to go to the pond for dinner tonight, do you guys want to come?" They looked at each other for a minute, both with the same peculiar look. "Sure".
We all went through the day pretty quickly, with the occasional glare from Clyde and his group. When the final bell rang, Kenny decided to hang out with Stan and Kyle for awhile while I went to work. We would all meet up at Stark's Pond at 6. I went to work and was able to get five cheeseburgers and some fries. I asked for five just in case they decided to bring Eric, he wasn't at school today so I don't know where he's been. I called his house a few times throughout the day to make sure he was alright but, he wasn't answering. Maybe I'll go over there and check on him tomorrow morning before school. He will probably get mad if I wake him up early but, as long as he's ok. Before heading over to the pond I stopped at my house to change into something more date like. I wore a purple v-neck dress with a black belt, and knee high black heeled boots. My make-up was purple eye shadow with black eyeliner and clear lip gloss. I put a black hair band in my hair before wishing my mom and dad goodnight thinking we would be back late. On my way to Stark's pond I saw Stan, Kyle, and Kenny walking on the sidewalk and pulled up next to them to give them a ride. When we got to the pond we walked the back trail until we found a clearing facing the pond. I brought a red blanket and as Kyle and Stan were laying it down, Kenny and I were taking out the food. The sun was setting over the pond giving the sky an orange and pink atmosphere and reflecting the colors onto the water below. There were only a few cloud streaks across the sky. They were orange with purple bellies. The trees were tall and dark surrounding the pond and enclosing us with the mountain beauty. Kyle and Stan were dressed up as well as Kenny. Stan was wearing denim jeans and a black button up long sleeve shirt, Kyle was wearing gray jeans and a navy blue long sleeve button up shirt, and Kenny was wearing his red long sleeve shirt with denim jeans, I think they were Stan's or Kyle's. All of their hair was messy except for Kyle who had styling gel in his hair so his curls wouldn't bounce up so badly.
We ate our dinner and talked about the old days of when we were all kids in this crazy mountain town. The entire time I saw Kyle creeping slowly closer to Stan's side. I think I am the only one who has noticed, unless it's all in my head. "So have you guys done it yet?" Kyle was giggling about his question as Kenny leaned over and put his shoulder around me. "Well Kyle, sadly no, my little buttercup wants to wait until it feels right," He pecked me on the cheek before sitting back up and started to chuckle. "Well that sucks we would've given you pointers," We all turned to Stan who was now beat red and horribly covering his tracks. "I meant uh," "He meant pointers," Stan turned towards Kyle who was smiling down at his hand in his lap. "Wh-what?" I was so confused, and I think Kenny was too. "Well guys, umm, before the incident at lunch we were going to tell you that umm, we-" "Are together,"" When Stan finished Kyle's sentence he turned towards Kenny to see Kenny grinning like an idiot. He started to move his hands in front of him, trying to clarify what he heard. "Wait, wait, wait Stan Marsh and Kyle Broflovski are together?" Stan looked over to Kyle to clarify, and Kyle leaned down and kissed him. "So-so how long have you guys be-been together?" "Well umm, we've been together for one, two, three, four, five years now," "Yeah we were planning to come out actually during homecoming," "Oh, re-really? I can't wait for homecoming, even though it's in November," "Yeah I was going to help pick out the dress," Kenny looked over to me and smiled again. Now that Kenny and I knew Stan and Kyle were together they were comfortable enough to show their affection, so Stan laid his head on Kyle's lap. "So, you guys already did it?" Stan started to blush again, and so did Kyle but he wasn't as bad. "Well we did it on our third year anniversary. I mean of course we did the light stuff before that," "Yeah that's how we are right now, isn't that right Buttercup?" "Ye-yeah," I smiled knowing we all would get along much better knowing we're all swinging for the same team. "I think since you guys beat us to the chase we won't have to wait until homecoming," "What?" I thought Kyle was disagreeing with Stan but, a huge smile spread across his face showing otherwise. "Really, we can?" "Yeah, why not these two our out, so it's not like we're the only ones anymore," Kyle started to chuckle and bent over to give Stan a huge kiss before freaking out like a girl. "So the question is, who is the bitch?" Kenny looked at the two boys across from us with a goofy grin on his face. "In bed or in general," I wasn't expecting that answer from Stan at all but, now I'm really interested. "Well, first in bed, then in general," Kenny seemed satisfied with his response smiling at them before grabbing me and pulling me into his lap, facing the two boys in front of us. I relaxed in his arms and held his hands together around my stomach with mine waiting for their answer. "Stan is a little moaning bitch in bed, but you'd be surprised to know that I am the one who would wear a dress if I could. "Re-really?" I was excited knowing Kyle would like dressing in dresses maybe he likes make-up too. "Do-do you like make-up?" "Oh my god yes, I have three palettes at home in my closet, do you use M.A.C. or the cheap stuff?" "I-I order my stuff online from Sugar Pill, but Kenny got me M.A.C. brushes for my birthday two years ago," "Oh my god, can I do your make-up one day?" "Well sure Kyle, I would love to do yours too," We started giggling and talking about make-up and different hairstyles we could do while Stan and Kenny just looked at us dumbfounded. "What about a slumber party? We could do each other's hair and make-up. Oh! We could do a photo shoot!" "I've al-always wanted to have a slumber party! We can have it at my house when my basement is finished," "Your basement?" Kenny looked at me with a quirked eye brow and confusion. "Yes Kenny, we-weren't you listening earlier? My parents are turning the basement into a living sp-space for me, well you could live with me when it's finished," "I'd love that!" "Well you to are adorable," "Oh so are you and St-Stan".
The rest of the evening we told stories from when we were younger, Stan and Kenny talked about football, and Kyle and I discussed details about the slumber party we were now planning. "Wait so-so when are you planning to tell your parents ab-about you and Stan?" I guess it never crossed Kyle's mind because he now had a scared expression on his face. "I didn't even think about it," "We-well would you like me and Kenny to be there with you?" "That's ok Butters me and Stan will tell them tomorrow. I don't know about his parents though, I think they could care less," "Oh, alright then". Kenny and Stan were talking about Stan's old dog Sparky when Kyle interrupted them. "Hey guys, are you guys coming to the sleepover?" Kenny looked at me with a look that said, 'Do I have to?' I nodded my head yes, and he answered, "Yeah, why not?", "Yeah sure Kyle. Hey Butters will Kenny be there?" "Ye-yes he will," with that I looked at him with a grin across my face. "Stan what are you going to do about your parents?" Kyle looked at him with concern. "I don't think my dad will care at maybe he will exaggerate a little but, he's my dad. My mom is accepting of anything I do so I'm not scared to tell my parents anything. What about you Kyle?" "I don't know I want us to come out to them tomorrow but, I don't know how my mom will take it. I know my dad is cool, they always are, but my mom forget it, I don't know what to expect," "How did you guys tell your parents?" "We-well I was suppose to tell them the morning before sc-school, but Kenny called them the night before and told them," "I was protecting him I was afraid of what his parents might do. If they disagreed I would run all the way there and take him back to my place," "Ho-how did you tell your parents Kenny? Because when I went to go get your clothes they knew already," "I straight up told them, my dad told me to look at his playboys for reassurance, but my mom thought it was brave of me," Stan, Kenny, and I had parents who either didn't care at all, or was very accepting of it, Kyle's dad was too, but his mom we were unsure of.
The street lamps came on and our phones read 10:14, it was time to go home. I drove Kyle and Stan home and started to head home when Kenny told me to pull over. "What's the ma-matter Ken?" "Let's, let's go to Cartman's house," "What? Wh-why?" "He skipped the first day of school, and he didn't show up today," "Well ma-maybe he's under the weather," "He wouldn't miss lunch or history for one day, you know that as well as I do," "Oh, alright then," I drove to Eric's house to find all his lights were on, but his room. I waited in the car while Kenny went to go knock on the door. Crash! We heard what sounded like a cupboard full of fine china crash on the ground. Kenny burst through the door to find Ms. Cartman in a ball on the floor with bruises covering her body. A broad, tall man with a shaved head and dog tags was standing above her with a broken bottle. "I don't care about your son, I don't care if he's gone, I don't ca," Wham! Kenny attacked the man from behind and pulled him down to the ground. The man whipped his arm around and cut Kenny's arm, I was out of the car and helping Ms. Cartman off the floor and up the stairs. "Ms. Cartman where's yo-your phone?" "It's up, it's upstairs," When we got to the top of the steps, Ms. Cartman rested her head against the wall, sitting on the floor, while I was looking for the phone. When I looked downstairs the man had run out the door and Kenny was coming up the stairs. "Ms. Cartman, are you alright?" "Yes, thank you," I went into Eric's room and turned the light on to look for the phone and screamed. "What is it!?" Kenny was frantic and worried. "What's wrong?" Without saying a word I looked at Kenny with tear-filled eyes and turned back to the terrible scene in front of me. Kenny turned around and gasped. A large boy was leaning against the wall with his arms upright on his sides. There was so much blood everywhere. I was going to be sick. Kenny ran towards him. He shook Eric awake. "Cartman! What the hell are you doing?!" "Wh-what?" Eric was out of it he was slurring and exasperated. I ran to the phone that was laying on his nightstand and called 911. I started to cry more and fell to the ground, we had forgotten about Ms. Cartman. I couldn't believe it. Why would Eric do this? Kenny was kneeling down in front of Eric and trying to keep him awake. Kenny threw the scissors beside Eric across the room and was keeping his arms up, until the ambulance arrived.
The ambulance came and went, and we were on our way home. Kenny told me that we could visit him tomorrow. I couldn't drive I was to emotional, Kenny was too, but he knew how to control it. When we got home my mom and dad were standing outside waiting for us. They had set up the pull out bed in the living room, since we could not sleep in my room. "Wh-why mom?" "Shh, I don't know honey," my mom was always good at comforting me when something tragic happened. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think, so I lied on the bed and cried. My mother kissed me goodnight and left me and Kenny to go to sleep. I was so broken. I couldn't stop the water pouring out of my eyes. Kenny eased my tension a little by wrapping his arms around me. I cried my self to sleep in Kenny's arms wishing for it all to be just a dream.