"C'mon, Kyle, we're going to be late," Kenny announced from the kitchen. I groaned, sticking my arm under the bed in an attempt to locate my left shoe.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" I replied.

"That's what she said!" Kenny called back to me casually. I rolled my eyes as my hand finally made contact with my shoe and pulled it out.

I tied my sneaker and headed for the front door. "You're so immature," I told Kenny with a knowing smile as he kissed me on the forehead.

"You love it."

"I know. Let's get going, or Stan's going to flip out." Kenny nodded as we left the apartment, started down the stairs and towards the parking garage. Kenny laced his fingers into mine as we stepped into the cold.

Kenny tried to lead me towards his stupid motorcycle, but I just chuckled and dragged him away, towards the Honda Shitmobile. "C'mon, Ky, your car sucks," Kenny protested as I hopped in the driver's seat.

"Still better than the bike. I don't care how 'safe' that thing supposedly is, you'll never get me on it." I emphasized my point with air quotes around 'safe'.

Kenny sighed. "Five star safety rating, dude," the blonde muttered as he got into the passenger seat. I just rolled my eyes and started the car, speeding out of the garage and down the street to be sure we're not late.

"So, when we get there," I began, glancing at Kenny briefly. "We have to be supportive and stuff, 'kay?"

Kenny snorted. "Sure."

I made a face. "Seriously, Ken, Stan behaved when it was us getting married, even though he wasn't crazy about it, okay?" I reasoned. Kenny said nothing. "Come on, just do it for me, okay? I don't want him to marry Wendy either, but he really loves her, so just -"

"God, you're such a good friend," Kenny interrupted. I was going to give him shit for interrupting me, but I knew he'd gotten the message and I just smiled at the compliment.

When we got to the bar, Kenny and I entered the building and made our way to the booth currently occupied by Eric Cartman.

"Oh, great, the fag and the Jew are here. Now the party can really start," Cartman quipped sarcastically, downing the rest of his beer. I just rolled my eyes and sat down across from him. Kenny asked a nearby waitress for two beers before sitting down beside me.

"So where's Stan?" I asked Cartman. He shrugged. Weird. It was his bachelor party, after all. "Maybe I should text him, he's fifteen minutes late." Cartman shrugged, clearly not caring in the slightest, as usual.

As the waitress dropped off our drinks, I pulled out my cell phone and typed in: 'hey, are you still coming tonite?' I sent it to Stan and set down my phone in exchange for a beer.

A few moments later, I received Stan's response to my text. 'sorry man. wendy doesnt want me to go :/' I sighed, bit my lip and passed my phone to Kenny before laying my head down on the table in exasperation. This had been happening ever since they'd moved in together: Wendy was tearing Stan away from his friends.

Kenny sighed. "Wow. Whipped. We didn't even get a stripper for fuck sake!" He shook his head and showed Cartman the text. Cartman just scoffed and downed another swig of beer.

"Pussy."

I just sighed, sat up and waved over a waitress. "Another round, please," I said tiredly.

"Not for me," Kenny corrected. "Designated Driver." The waitress just nodded and left for the drinks.

"Sweet, you're driving me home?" Cartman asked with a smirk.

Kenny rolled his eyes. "I guess, fatass." Cartman ignored the insult and pumped his fist in the air. The lazy bastard hasn't been able to hold down a job because he's too lazy, so he still lives with his mother, with no car and no income, mooching off his mom. God bless America.

"I can't believe Stan bailed out, what a dick. I can't believe he lets Wendy boss his ass around," I murmured into my elbow that was propping my head up from the table.

Cartman grunted in agreement. "If some bitch tried to tell me what to do, I'd be like, 'Hey, bitch! stop... inviting random guys off the street over to... have sex with you while you... while you force me to watch!' I tell a bitch how it goes down."

I looked up and stared at the man before me, wishing I hadn't heard his previous sentence. Kenny snickered. "Yeah, Eric, you sure are the man of the house, eh?" he muttered sarcastically. Cartman ignored him and took another drink from his beer.

I heard Kenny's stomach grumble. "You hungry?" I asked sleepily. Kenny just yawned and shook his head.

"Are you sure? They have awesome nachos here," I informed Kenny.

"Nah, I'm good." I just shrugged and took a sip of alcohol.

I bit my lip and went back to the fridge. I checked Kenny's work schedule for this week for the billionth time today, confirming that, yes, my husband should've been home three hours ago. I opened my phone, checking to see if he'd replied to any of my twenty-million phone messages yet. He hadn't.

My mind resumed thinking of things that Kenny could be up to. Cheating? Yeah, right. Despite his high school reputation, Kenny was the most faithful person I knew. Maybe he joined a cult. Or maybe he died. Kenny hadn't died in weeks, he was about due. Yeah, he must've died. After all, he did take that dumb motorcycle to work today...

I was jerked out of my thoughts as the door opened and I lept towards it. Kenny shuffled into the kitchen, clearly notdead as I'd anticipated, and I pulled him into a tight hug. Kenny pulled away from me. "What's wrong? Why are you home so late?"

Kenny avoided my eyes. "It's nothing... I had some... stuff to do. No big." I gave Kenny my 'cut the crap' look. He blushed. "Really. I just went to see Kevin for a bit."

I sighed, but didn't press him any further. He was probably telling the truth, anyways. Kenny was always pretty close to his brother. Not as close as Ike and I, but still close enough to hang out now and then.

Kenny proceeded to the living room, laying down on the couch before yawning and closing his eyes. "Are you seriously going to sleep? It's five o'clock!" I informed him.

"Tired," Kenny mumbled, not looking up. I sat down next to my husband's limp body and stroked his hair. "Love you so much, Ky," he muttered into the couch pillow.

"Love you too, babe. You'd tell me if something was up, right?" I replied.

Kenny rolled over and gave me a look. "Of course. What makes you say that?"

I shrugged. "It's nothing, I'm just being a paranoid dick," I said with a smile, continuing to stroke Kenny's blonde spikes. He chuckled softly.

"As if. You're the greatest, Ky." I grinned and kissed Kenny lightly as he sat up a bit. As soon as I pulled away, I heard the doorbell ring, and I knew it was probably Ike. I stood up and went to the door, confirming my thoughts.

Ike was crying, as he often was when he came over. He was also still wearing his backpack, despite it being seven o'clock. I pulled him into a tight hug and brought him inside. He sat down next to Kenny, who gave him a hug and announced that he was going to make Ike some hot chocolate.

"What's up, Ike?" I asked comfortingly as I hugged my baby brother.

Ike sniffled. "The k-kids at school saw my br-bruises when we were changing for gy-gym," he mumbled, thanking Kenny as the blonde handed him a cup of hot chocolate. "And then they made fun of me."

"It's okay, Ike, it's okay. They don't know shit, those dumb kids." Ike shrugged and dried his eyes on his sleeve. I can barely stand to see my little brother this way, totally broken and unable to heal. I kissed his head and said, "You want to stay here tonight?" Ike nodded shyly.

I didn't mind one bit my brother staying over when he needs me, especially since Ike's rape. But I'm always worried about Kenny having a problem with it.

"Want to play Trivial Pursuit? I'm soo gonna win this time!" Kenny asked Ike. Ike grinned.

"Bring it!"

Kenny smirked. "We're so getting Kyle to order us a pizza later," he said playfully, pulling me into a light headlock. Ike giggled and went off to get our Trivial Pursuit game he'd gotten us for Christmas last year.

"You sure you don't mind Ike staying for a bit?"

Kenny gave me a look. "Kyle, Ike is practically my family. And family doesn't give up on each other." I beamed and kissed Kenny.

"You're amazing," I said as Kenny ran over to tickle my brother's problems away.

Sorry for long update... back to school, back to piano, got a job, etc... so don't expect quick updates like you're used to DX

R&R!