Could you people remind me to never stay in Springville - AKA: one of Lawrence County Indiana's BFE locations - overnight when massive storms are expected? I got the hell scared outta me Friday night! .
On a separate note, what is the title of the song(s) used for the Battlefield 3 game trailer? (The one with the game footage in it.)
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It only took maybe ten minutes before everyone, with the exception of Tool Shed, was awake and moving around again. They were all sore from the hit with the electric ball and had all changed back to their normal selves. Kyle was sitting on the ground next to Stan huddled in Kenny's oversized parka since, for some reason, his clothes disappeared whenever he changed back from Human Kite; Kenny was wearing Kyle's jacket in return. Clyde and Token were standing next to Timmy was watching Kenny stare at the ground, holding hands.
Kyle looked over at his still unconscious boyfriend and smoothly brushed a few strands of Stan's black hair from his face. "We're no good," he muttered.
At the sound of his friend's voice, Kenny looked over at the redhead. No good? Granted, they didn't exactly win their fight with The Coon and Professor Chaos, hell they didn't even get close to winning and even their most effective hero, Tool Shed, had been defeated, but they weren't "no good." Kenny shook his head. "We're not 'no good' Kyle."
Kyle looked up at the blonde confusingly. "What're you talking about? We were completely ineffective." He looked back over at Stan as he groaned and began to stir. "We're not heroes, we're nothing."
Kenny shook his head and said as Stan slowly opened his eyes and sat up, "We can't doubt we're heroes regardless of our failures."
"Why shouldn't we?"
"Because we can become better."
Clyde's eyes narrowed. Better? How could they become better? It didn't make sense. "How can we be heroes if we can't even save ourselves?"
Kenny sent a glare at the brunette. "If you wanna give up so easily Clyde, then go ahead, but I'm not letting this one loss get to me. I want to be a hero." For Butters. He looked at everyone around him, all giving him the same look of realization, Stan included. "This was our first and only fight as heroes, so who's to say that we'll always fail…? Besides," he gestured to people rising from their formal bow confusingly, "we did save these people."
Stan rubbed his head and sat cross-legged next to Kyle. He looked around at the people giving them all strange looks. It was true; they'd saved the people from The Coon and Professor Chaos regardless of the fact that they'd been defeated in the end. He nodded. "Kenny's right," he stood and helped Kyle to his feet as well, "we can't just give up. I want to be a hero too."
Kyle grabbed onto his boyfriend's jacket sleeve. "I can't just let Stan go off by himself. Besides, we've already determined he'd be useless on rainy days." He smiled up at noirette. "I'm in too."
"Timmy!" Timmy yelled enthusiastically. It was clear he was in as well.
Token nodded and raised him and Clyde's hands. "I don't care what Clyde thinks, but both of us are with you guys. We will become better, I just know it!"
Clyde sighed and shook his head. He didn't want to be part of anything having to deal with the other heroes, but if Token was going, he was too just to make sure that his ebony lover was safe. "Fine, whatever."
Kenny smiled. It was great that he'd managed to change everyone's mind about their failure. It was true, they'd have more failures in the future, that was inevitable, but if they could just win the next few, he knew that their morale would shoot up. He could only hope that by the next time they faced The Coon and Professor Chaos, they'd be prepared and win.
…Friday: 1600 Hours…
Kenny plopped down on the couch in his family's living room with a heavy sigh. No one was home again. His parents were at presumably at the bar getting drunk and his brother was off somewhere shagging his girlfriend. Nothing had changed in the McCormick household since Wednesday when him and his friends had saved a small group of people - all of whom did thank them when they realized what had just happened. Kenny even still smoked weed when he got really bored, and this was one of those moments.
He reached between the seat cushions for the small baggy of what was left of the weed he had "cleverly" hidden from his parents. As he was preparing the paper so he could roll himself a joint, his cell phone sounded off with Rob Zombie's "Dragula." He reached into the pocket of his parka with a sigh and looked at the screen of his phone, it was Kyle.
He slid his phone open and pressed it to his ear. "What's up?"
"Hey, the mayor wants us up at her office," Kyle said without a completely confused tone.
Kenny raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"I have no idea. Stan, Clyde, Token, and Timmy are gonna meet us there. I'm about to leave. You want me to just wait for you here so we can walk there together?"
He sighed and put his weed and paper back where he had stashed it. "Yeah, if it's not too much trouble."
Kyle chuckled. "Nah, no trouble. I'll just wait out in front of my house for you."
"Alright dude," Kenny stood and walked back out of the front door of his house, "I'll see ya in a minute." He slid his cell phone shut and walked down the road toward the redhead's house.
The mayor wanted an audience with them, huh? That was nerve-wracking considering the only time they'd been summoned to the mayor's office was whenever they'd royally fucked up. They hadn't done anything bad recently though, had they? Kenny didn't think that fighting the villains was a bad thing, so she probably wanted to see them for some other reason. At least, that's what he hoped.
"Hey there Kyle," Kenny greeted as he approached his friend.
Kyle smiled and stepped into place next to the blonde as he kept walking towards city hall. "Hey." He sniffed, detecting the faintest scent of pot. "Did I call before or after you rolled a joint?"
Kenny chuckled and wrapped an arm around Kyle's waist to pull him close. "Can't fool you. But I was about to, I had everything ready to make a joint and then you called."
The redhead sighed. "You know Stan hates when you do this," he muttered.
He chuckled again and blew into Kyle's ear, making him turn bright red. "Who's stopping me?" He whispered.
"S-Shouldn't you feel bad about hitting on me when you have But…ters…?" He looked back at Kenny's face when he stopped, forcing Kyle to stop also. At seeing the pain suddenly etched there, he felt awful to even bringing it up. He turned to his friend when he noticed the tears glazing his eyes. "Dude, I'm sorry! I forgot! Please don't cry!"
Kenny's lips tightened into a straight line. He knew Kyle forgot about the situation concerning Butters, hell Kenny had even allowed himself to forget, but he didn't think that was any excuse. He was still in pain, he still felt empty and cheated and low, his heart still beat painfully in his chest at the mention of Butters or his other self, Professor Chaos. He hated Kyle in that moment for bringing up his ex-boyfriend, and though he could tell his friend was genuinely sorry, he didn't want to hear it. He pushed Kyle away.
"You know what dude, I'm not in the mood for this shit right now," Kenny said from between ground teeth.
"Dude, please forgive me," Kyle nearly begged, "I really did forget for a moment! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Kenny's blue eyes swooped over to lock with the redhead's green ones as a single tear fell down his face. "Are you really that sorry?"
"Of course I am."
He turned and stepped towards Kyle as he reached out to slide one hand around the back of his neck so he could lock his friend where he was standing. "Are you willing to show it?"
Kyle turned light red again. "Well, w-what were you thinking?"
Kenny swooped in close and forced his tongue into Kyle's mouth, making him freeze instantly. He couldn't believe Kenny's tongue was down his throat! What was he thinking? What would someone think if they walked by and saw the scene? Everyone knew Stan and Kyle were together, so seeing him with someone else's tongue in his mouth would cause nothing but rumors to float around.
Knowing that, Kyle began pushing at Kenny's chest until he finally released his lips. "Dude, what the fuck are you doing? I'm with Stan now! We can't just hook up anymore!"
Kenny smirked and licked his lips. Kyle tasted better than he remembered. "I thought you said you were sorry…?"
"Well," Kyle muttered as his face became an even brighter red, "I am," he gasped slightly as Kenny nipped at his throat, "but we seriously can't do this. Let go of me…!"
Not caring in the least who saw, Kenny snaked his other hand down the front of Kyle's jeans to rub him as he nipped and ran his tongue along he redhead's neck and shoulder. Kyle grabbed onto the shoulders of his blonde friend and kept trying to weakly push him away. No one was walking around where they currently were, so there was little chance of this reaching Stan's ears but Kyle hated risking it. He really wanted Kenny off of him. Now!
"K-Kenny," Kyle groaned as his fingers gripped onto the shoulders of Kenny's parka, "stop. Please…"
"Mmm," Kenny moaned. He lapped at a fresh bite mark he'd put on the crook of his friend's shoulder as he reached into Kyle's boxers to stroke him. "You don't want me to."
"Yes I do! Please, please stop!" Kyle really was enjoying it and Kenny was right, he didn't want him to stop, but the pain in his heart was too heavy. He knew if he let Kenny continued that things would eventually lead to sex in an alley nearby, and he just couldn't do that to Stan. "I'm begging you Kenny," he whimpered, "as a friend, stop."
Sighing, Kenny slid his hand out of Kyle's pants and released him. He backed off a few steps and took in the damage he'd caused to his friend's neck. Bite marks covered in saliva completely dominated the redhead's throat and shoulders. Kenny suddenly felt bad, he had tried to force himself on Kyle, tried to make Kyle cheat on Stan. Their relationship was perfect and Kenny had tried to ruin it by forcing himself on his friend. What was he thinking? And what would Stan say when he saw the bite marks? That entire situation just wasn't a good one.
Kenny sighed quietly and turned his eyes off to the side. "Sorry dude…"
At seeing his friend's tortured face, Kyle sighed too. "It's okay Kenny," he hooked his arm around Kenny's and leaned against him, "let's just go to city hall."
Kenny nodded and continued walking towards city hall with his friend leaning against his shoulder. He knew that there was going to be a lot of explaining the two were going to have to do to Stan when they arrived, and he knew that he would take all of the blame. Stan might hate him for a while, but everyone knew it was just in his nature, eventually he'd be forgiven. Well, he hoped so.
