Angel's home was lovely, in Kenny's opinion.
Everything was neat and tidy. There were no holes in the walls, no broken windows, no cardboard boxes and crates that were used as furniture. Everything was well...perfect considering the slightly unattractive outside of the house.
The walls were an cream color with mint and emerald and slight pink touches to them. The carpet was a pale green. the furniture was a nice stained oak. There were crystal vases with silk flowers, opalecant glass.
He stopped looking around and slipped his jacket off as his mother gave Angel an awkward smile and handed her the plate of pop tarts. "My this is a lovely home..." She said and Kenny had to hand it to Angel, she wasn't the least bit bothered by the meagar offerings his mother had handed to her nor did she seem offended that they had interrupted her time.
Angel politely thanked his mother and asked if they'd all like to sit down and then led them down the hall to the first door on the left to her living room.
Stepping off to the side a little bit, she waited until they had stepped into her living room and were looking around before asking, "Ya'll don't get out much do you?" Kenny's parents were so awe struck by the large TV against the wall with it's cabel connections that neither of them bothered to respond. Which left a majority of the conversation up to him and his little sister Trish.
"Sorry about them-" Kenny said in an embarrassed tone as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. Angel looked up at him and made a funny little sound. Kenny McCormick had the face and body of a model. Everything about his facial features were perfect from his square shaped jaw to his piercing grey green eyes and neatly cut blond hair that was short in the back and slightly longer in the front.
His body was nice too.
He was tall, standing at almost six foot three, with a slightly muscular build. He caught her looking him over and gave her a slow smile, amused that he'd caught her looking at him at all.
Girls like Angel, while fun to tease, were usually stuck up and didn't look twice at him because of where he lived or how he'd been raised. They fingured that because his family was poor and his parents were losers- that he was a loser too. He hated people like that. Truly he did.
But Angel was turning into a delightful surprise.
Angel flushed under his stare and quickly looked away from him as his mother spoke. "I'm sorry to do this to you on such short notice since you probably don't have much, but do you mind if we stay for dinner?"
Angel looked a little stunned and Kenny wondered if she was going to turn them down when she sighed. "Well despite the fact that I had no prior warning or anything I was planning to order out. So I guess I don't mind if you stay. Go ahead and have a seat and I'll grab the phone and order some delivery and you can tell me all the new that is news."
Kenny's mother and sister both smiled and sat down as his father continued to look around. Angel left the room for a moment before his dad called out, "Hey, do you have any drinks?" Obviously his father hadn't felt he had enough alcohol in his blood. He expected Angel to provide what he couldn't afford.
"I don't keep anything but soda." Angel called back from another room.
His dad muttered something along the lines of, "Stupid bitch. Doesn't keep any beer."
And Kenny found himself easily sliding from one mind set to another as his mother reached out and grabbed his dad and jerked him down onto the couch next to her and smacked him lightly to get his attention and hissed at him, "Behave!" Kenny's dad gave his mom a mean look but said nothing and Kenny sighed.
Damn. They couldn't take his dad anywhere without the man manking a drunken spectical of himself and getting them all banned from places. And it looked like his dad was just one word away from a punching match with someone.
Kenny felt his mindset shift from student, brother, son to quiet protector as Angel walked back into the room with a wireless phone in hand and said. "Yes, you heard me right. I want ten pizza's. Five meat lovers, two supremes, three plain cheese, six orders of buffolow wings. Three regular. And three extra spicy. Four pasta's- Oh what kind? I'm not sure. Surprise me. Do I want drinks with that? Yes. Five large cokes... I don't know just bring what you have. Yes. Yes, thank you."
She hung up the phone and Kenny and his family gave her a funny look. "Ten pizza's." He said in a bemused tone. She looked at him again, a small frown crossing her face.
"I thought that since I could probably put two pizza's and a posta thingy away that your family could take what isn't eaten home with you." He lifted a brow at her. He wasn't the only one in the room looking at her in such a way. His parents were too. Obviously confused about something.
Angel put the phone down on the table next to where he was standing and he found himself grasping her elbow in one hand and giving hsi parents a lame excuse to pull her aside and asked as soon as he had her out in the hallway, "Not that I'm complaining or anything. But how are you going to pay for all of that food?"
Angel looked at him funny and said sarcastically. "With money of course." Her sarcasm wasn't apprieciated but he supposed that it was a silly question for him to ask.
"Be serious would you? An order like the one you just gave will cost about a hundred dollars or so-"
"An hundred and thirty actually."
He made a growling sound and had to force himself to let go of her elbow before he did something stupid...like shaking her or kissing her. He wasn't sure which he felt the strongest need for at this moment in time. But he was fairly irritated and concerned.
After all despite the niceness of her home and such, she was living on the poor side of town. He'd be surprised to find that she had more then five bucks on her at any given time. "Please be serious. My family and I don't need to be impressed. We'd be happy eating a pot of mac and cheese. So why did you order so much food?"
"Have you seen your sister? You're mother? You're dad? You yourself show no signs of starvation-"
Understanding dawned on Kenny as she said that. It was true that he had regularly at Stan and Kyle and even Cartman's homes. So he wasn't really starving. But the rest of his family still lived off of pop tarts. They were so skinny that he'd noticed his mother and sister spitting out teeth and losing hair. Even his dad had been hospitalized a while back due to malnutrition.
He didn't know what to say to her. What did one say to someone that was trying to help out at great cost to themselves?
