It was only a week until Ike's birthday when Kenny finally came home.

Ike and I had been playing Guitar Hero when Kenny walked in casually. I handed my brother my guitar and hurried into the kitchen.

"Kenny!" I exclaimed, wondering if I should hug him, kiss him or neither. I opted to hug him, but Kenny shook me off immediately.

"Kyle…" he murmured. "I… " Kenny avoided my eyes as he headed for the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Guess he's still mad, eh?" Ike said empathetically. I just nodded glumly.

After five days of sleeping on the lumpy, highly uncomfortable couch and smoking two packs of cigarettes (among other things) per day, I had already grown tired of Kenny not speaking to me.

"Morning, Kenny." I greeted the blonde tiredly.

Kenny yawned. "Morning." I stared at my (ex?)lover longingly as he headed towards the kitchen. I watched in painful desire as his ass swayed perfectly and his hair fell adorably over his face when he turned to open the fridge.

I sighed and stood up. I groaned, my vision flickering eerily. I discreetly headed into the bathroom to take a quick hit before work.

I'd just set up a line when my husband entered the bathroom without as much as a knock to warn me.

Kenny stared at me, his eyes wide. "K-Kyle?" I felt my heart race as Kenny looked from the drugs on the counter to me and back again. "Why would you...?"

I don't know why, but I started crying, silent tears rolling down my face. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Kenny's arms were around me, his lips on mine. I kissed him back desperately, inhaling his scent.

"I'm sorry," Kenny murmured against my lips. "I can't believe…" I shook my head and kissed him again.

"Hmf… my fault," I groaned between feverish kisses. "So sorry."

Kenny stopped me. "You have to stop, Kyle," he said, nodding towards the line of white powder on the counter. I swallowed and nodded.

"I missed you," I told him. He smiled. "I'll never be able to forgive myself, Kenny," I whispered solemnly.

The blonde pressed his lips to my tear-streaked face. "One day, we'll both forgive you."


"Happy birthday, Ike!" I said with a grin as Ike got into my car.

Ike smiled. "Thanks," he replied. "Where's Kenny?"

I started driving. "Back at home, he's baking you a cake."

Ike blushed and I knew what the next thing he was going to say would be. "What about my, uh, birthday present? Have you given any more thought to that?" he asked shyly.

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. "Well, Kenny and I talked about it," I began. "And we've decided that it's too risky."

Ike sighed. "No it isn't," he murmured in disappointment.

"Yes, it is," I argued. I turned into our driveway and parked. "But we'll make you a deal."

Ike perked up. "Yeah?"

I nodded. "When you're eighteen," I swallowed awkwardly, blushing heavily. "If you want, you can sleep with Kenny."

Ike considered this briefly. "It's a deal." I nodded once as the two of us stepped into the house.

Kenny greeted us at the door with a grin. "Happy birthday, Ikey!" he announced.

Ike chuckled. "Thanks, Kenny. Kyle said something about cake?"

Kenny nodded and headed towards the kitchen, us following. "This," he said, pointing at what looked like a rock with blue frosting on half of it. "Is the cake I made."

Ike stared at the (possibly toxic) 'cake' before us. "Uh…" I said slowly. "What did you put in that thing?" I broke off a piece of the rock-hard pastry and noticed a large piece of an egg shell sticking out of the cake.

"Uh, yeah, it didn't really go well…" Kenny said thoughtfully. He opened the fridge and pulled out a small chocolate cake with 'Happy Birthday Ike' written in yellow and red frosting.

"That was your second attempt?" Ike asked incredulously.

Kenny chuckled. "Ye of little faith."

I gave my husband a sceptical look. "You made that?"

The blonde coughed. "Uh, well, I made the money that I used to buy it from the store…"

Ike laughed. "Really, Kenny? You fail," Kenny frowned, handing me the knife to cut the cake, seeing as how Kenny would end up dying should he attempt to cut anything.

I gingerly cut the cake, Ike taking the biggest piece and walking away. "Is Stan coming over?" Ike wondered aloud.

I took a slice of cake and followed my brother into the living room. "He said he'd try to make it, but he's gotta work late tonight."

Ike simply nodded as he sat down on the couch and took a bite of his cake. "Mum and Dad said I have to be home by ten tonight," he said unhappily.

Kenny sat down and took a bite into his own cake, replying with his mouth full. "Tha's buhrshi'!" he exclaimed before swallowing. "I thought we were gonna watch movies until our eyes bleed!"

I scoffed. "Kenny, it's Wednesday night. Ike has school tomorrow."

Ike rolled his eyes. "Fuck school," he said with another bite of cake. I frowned; Kenny laughed.

"Are you doing anything with any of your friends?" I asked the black-haired Broflovski.

Ike shrugged. "You know I don't have many friends," he said quietly. I also knew that by 'many', he meant 'any'.

I sighed. "Well, I know we'll always be here for you," I told him with a half-hug. Ike just nodded and continued to eat his cake sombrely.

Kenny and I exchanged a sad look before silently returning to our cake.


I sighed, inhaling a line of powder from the bathroom counter. Kenny knocked on the door, asking if I was alright.

I sniffled quietly. "Yeah, I'm fine, Ken, just shaving!" I knew he didn't believe me, but he didn't try me further. I washed my face and cleaned up the mess of white grains of narcotics left on the counter.

I left the bathroom, joining Kenny in our bed for the first time since we lost the baby. "Why would you be shaving at night?" Kenny wondered quietly.

"Uh, I don't know, I just… felt like it," I said lamely. Kenny turned to me and grabbed my hands. I blushed and hated myself.

He closed his eyes and breathed softly as he said, "Kyle, you've hurt me, we both know that. But we're going to get through it. I know we will."

I nodded.

"But you have to stop," he whispered, kissing my forehead gently. I closed my eyes. "No more drugs, Kyle. No more. Please?"

I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "I'm trying. It… it's just… it's hard."

The blonde held me in his arms as we fell asleep together, and I somehow felt that everything would soon be alright.


Kso my inspiration is in the toilet right now, so this is all you get. SORRY X(

Epilogue to follow... it's a semi-happy ending ~~

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