Temporary Fix

"Hey, handsome. What're you doin' in a dump like this?" Kenny slid neatly in the door, trademark grin stitched onto his face. Kyle frowned, unamused.

"Dying. Again."

"You seem to be doing that a lot lately. Mind if I join in the fun?" Kenny asked, flipping a chair around so that he could lean his chin on the back of it, casual in his knowledge that nothing bad could happen to Kyle as long as he was still breathing.

"No no no, you're not allowed to do that."

"Oh, but I think you must be doing it on purpose, you just do it so often. I really think we should try doing it together some time," Kenny teased, reaching over to curl one finger in Kyle's hair. Kyle blushed, but smiled.

"Oh, cut it out. Now, what'd you bring me?" He said, eying Kenny's pocket with growing interest. Kenny made a face.

"What, the condoms?"

"No! I'm thirsty. Gimme soda."

"Tsk tsk, Kyle, you're in a hospital, remember? Not so healthy." He pulled out oone lonely can of sugar and caffeine, and waved it in front of Kyle's face, who proceeded to follow it with his eyes, just daring Kenny to snatch it away.

"Kennyyyyyy…" He wined, hands wavering in the air, ready to snatch at it, even though he knew Kenny was faster. Kenny snickered.

"Okay, fine," He tossed him the can, "You can stop undressing the thing with your eyes already."

Kyle popped the top thoughtfully.

"Really, though, "He started. Kenny frowned. Those words always started a serious topic. Good serious, or bad serious? He thought, "I never end up dying with you around, y'know? I always feel so much better as soon as you show up, ever since we were thirteen." Kyle let out his breath and leaned back against the headboard. Kenny just smiled; but inside, he did feel a little guilty. Kyle would just freak out if I told him. He'd tell me to stop, and I can't do that. What's wrong with just whittling away at crazy stuff like that anyway? I'll finally be normal, like everybody else for once.

"Y'know…" He said quietly, "I think I might just love you." Kenny felt the corners of his mouth pull up, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Kyle's.

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"Kevin, you jackass, what'd you do?" Kenny growled, slinging his backpack to the floor. His attendance had been up over the last two years; Kyle wouldn't date him if he got kicked out, or failed anything important.

Kevin shrugged, smirking, "Nuthin' you wouldn't 'a done in my place."

Kenny squinted dangerously, "Yeah, right."

"Oh, yeah, right, I forgot," Kevin sneered, leaning back against the wall beside him, "You're a fag now, aren'choo?"

"Shut the fuck up, Kevin."

Kevin shrugged, knowing he'd triggered a nerve, "Yeah, an' look at th' good it's done ya. You ain't even gotten laid in like two years, have you?"

Kenny felt his face heat up, "You don't know what you're talking about! And you're changing the subject, jack ass."

Kevin kept his vicious sneer, showing uneven teeth and stretching sun-tanned skin, "Now look who's gettin' dodgy."

"You made Karen cry again."

Kevin grimaced, "Like I care what the little bitch thinks. 'At's her prob'em, can't deal with my sex life."

"You were in her room."

"Fuck, I was in the house, wasn't I? The hell more d'you want?"
"I want you to leave her the fuck alone. You're fucking her up, asswhipe!"
Kevin scoffed, "Yeah, like I'm the only one."

Kenny shook his head, "No fucking way, man. Don't you dare pin her issues on me. She walked in on you and your fucking hooker in her room! What the hell makes you think that's okay?!"

"Doesn't have to be okay. 'S what it is."

"I'm gonna fucking break you're face, swear to God."

"You don't even believe in God," Kevin laughed, pushing himself up to carry his weight, "Now fuck off. Fuck Karen for all I care." Kevin sauntered away, leaving Kenny steaming. After a few minutes of trying unsuccessfully to calm himself down without hurting his brother, he went to fulfill his threat anyway.

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"I think we should at least be able to talk about it," Kenny pouted.

"No. Not up for discussion."
"Come on, please?"

"I told you," Kyle growled, aggravated, "No."

Kenny frowned, more than a little hurt, "Fine. Whatever." He relented.

But Kyle wasn't finished, he'd worked himself up, and now he was mad. Anyone and everyone who knew Kyle knew that he was normally quite even tempered and could deal well with the people around him, but when he was mad, he was furious. Kyle could rampage through the feelings of the people he cared about, tear them apart, and keep on going without looking back. Of course, he apologized later, but he was blindingly furious when he was mad. No middle ground with Kyle, no sir.

"I fucking told you, not until college, right? Right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, you said that." Kenny sighed, hoping Kyle would just drop it.

"Yeah, right, I bet you remember. You just wanna get in my pants now 'cuz you know you won't get into college." Kenny dropped his eyes, embarrassed. Kyle mumbled something about 'retarded' and 'useless' and 'ass.'

"You know what?" Kyle snapped suddenly, and Kenny just nodded, sick. "I think you oughta go."

Kenny stood up, agreeing whole-heartedly. Maybe it was some sort of belated please-leave-before-I-say-something-I'm-REALLY-gonna-regret, or maybe just frustration, but it was an out, and Kenny took it.

"See you later."

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"I think you need to let him suffer for a few days first. Nobody gets to rag on you and don't pay for it."

"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"I don't get you," Damien sighed, and tossed Kenny the rolled up paper, "Asswhipe totally dissed you."

Kenny pricked his thumb, "So? He does that to everybody when he's pissed. No biggy."

"You know what, Kenny? He makes me sick. Sick. You're like, my best friend, dude. I hate that fucker."

"Don't insult my boyfriend. I'll break your nose again."

Damien made a face, "You make no sense to me."

"Don't have to."
"Whatever."
"Didn't you used to try to stop me from doing this shit?" He commented, rolling up the paper.

"Eh? Yeah, I guess. I still don't think you oughta. He ain't worth it."

"What would you do?"
"Let the fucker die, duh."

"Hell."

Damien stuffed it into a drawer with the rest of them. He stopped, and Kenny noticed his face had changed.

"Hey, Kenny."
"What?"
"You're just about out of bargain chips, man."

Kenny looked down, "I've been counting."

"That's not… good. I don't think you have anything but gun wounds left that you can really trade."

"What happened to overdosing?"
"Six months ago."

"I could trade years off my life," He suggested.

Damien shook his head, "No way. No way in hell."

Kenny looked away, "What do you care? I'll just end up here."
Damien shook his head, "You really want to end up in Hell? You can't think of any greater plans for yourself? Nothing?"

"I'm not stupid, Damien. I don't set stupid goals that I'll never reach; you know that. I'm going to Hell when I go for real, and you know it."
"And you're gonna go here for him?" He snarled, bitter.

"He's worth it."

"Y'know, Kenny, you ever stopped to think there might be a reason he's almost always in the hospital with a terminal disease?" Damien asked after a moment.

Kenny shook his head, "No. I haven't."

"Kenny… It might just be, y'know, his time. You might just prolonging the inevitable, and I'm honestly starting to worry about y-"

"Shut up." Kenny interjected, running a hand through his hair.

"Kenny, seriously, you really should stop and think ab-"

"No way! You're wrong, asshole."

"Kenny…"
"I don't have to listen to this." He growled, and faded out. Damien let his words die on his tongue, and sighed.

"You're still a moron."

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Made to be broken.

Broken like flowers that fall from the sky; snow; only to hit the ground and shatter into shards of glass that flicker like fireflies, bits of light that fade away into darkness that goes on and on and on forever and always.

Icy spires that snake into the clouds and spiral around the sun, choking and cutting off the bitter winter light that not a soul could see anyway, because it isn't really there. Wasn't. Won't be. Gone? Ice like from the sides of the streets and the depths of the heart.

It's cold.

The moon rises until it crashes into the sky and burns out. Darkness again. Stretching; reaching like babies hands; grasping at exposed limbs that cry out for redemption and to be saved by the ones those limbs have just struck, uncomprehending of why they are dragged away with no resistance.

Tendrils of hope that aren't there.

Hearing without listening- NO ONE IS THERE

Cotton candy clouds float across THEIRvision, lazy lovely. Whispers of 'yes' and of 'good,' smiles and pink grass and thoughts that go no deeper than 'I am fine.'

Gray skies choking colourful children who try to wake up, but cannot and do not want to. Sneering trees that whisper the wrongs of children who have done none, broken minds and broken bodies that snap like twigs and cry until they dry up like tiny deserts in gym shorts. Through the silence of the spoken, they cry out with mute mouths upon deaf ears that do not hear the screams of 'HELP ME,' they hear nothing but 'I am fine.'

Blue eyes and blond hair, perfect eyes that smile when he does if you close yours, and lips that say soft words of 'I am fine,' because he should be.

But he isn't.

Hallelujah Hallelujah to a God that isn't there. Tell me, won't you, why you'll take away my life and yet let me live?

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Kenny was sitting in a Laundromat in his underwear, waiting for his clothes to finish. Kyle was out of the hospital today, and Kenny had promised he would take him out. His clothes had started to smell funny again, and Kenny wanted to keep up a nice appearance.

He was very bored. Considering he was going to have to sit in his underwear, he'd had to leave all of the 'literature' he owned back at home. He didn't feel like taking a nap and having his clothes stolen, he dug his phone out of his 'bag of things found in his pockets that is not to be washed,' and texted Stan.

hey. wat r u doing?

It didn't take very long for a response. Kenny thanked whatever deity that may or may not have been listening for that.

waiting for wendy to finish shopping

lol where?

some weird ass shoe store

sucks to be u dude

wat r u doing?

washing my clothes. bored as hell

ouch.

I no

dude, we never hang out anymore. u busy today

im with kyle today sorry

oh

sorry, u busy tomorow?

actually, yeah i am

wat r u doing?

Kenny waited for awhile, but he got no response. He sighed, closed his phone, and shoved it back in the bag.

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Draik: Okay, so I finally decided on where Stan has been this whole time. XD

Stan: You're kidding me.

Kyle: I thought you said you were gonna stop being an ass to him!

Draik: Well, I meant to, but…

Stan: Godammit.

Draik: Anyway. Did you know Microsoft word automatically capitalizes 'Laundromat?'

Kyle: …Why.

Draik: I have no idea. But it's weird.

Kenny: And off topic.

Draik: I don't have a topic.

Damien: The story, douche.

Draik: Oh, yeah! Anyway, this is two more years after the last chapter, if you didn't notice. Other than that, I can only state the obvious.

Kyle: I have anger management issues.

Kevin: I'm an ass.

Kenny: I'm sex-starved.

Damien: I'm not such an asshole that the fact my best friend is trying to kill himself doesn't bother me. Come on, just because I'm evil doesn't mean I can't WORRY about someone I actually DO give a shit about, right?

Kenny: Also, I'm a little crazy.

Stan: …And I'm a douchebag.

Draik: And I have a sandwich with my name on it. A sandwich, a cold Mountain Dew, and a new episode of South Park. Also, today is my birthday. :3 PEACE OUT YO.

Sarrowsnow: Soon enough? :3

StupidityIsStupid: Aw, come on. Cut me some slack! I know he's evil and all, but he was a stressed out teenager who was being forced to help his friend will his life away for someone he didn't even like. I'm sure he had a lot of issues going on around that age, being puberty and all, and Kenny is Damien's ONLY friend. Damien doesn't LIKE people. He's very anti-social. So he's probably sort of attached to him; he's got no one else to draw attachments too, you know?