A/N: And we're back in business! Welcome, once again, to YGM, my dears...
Staying in the hospital had made Craig just a bit antsy. Being a teenage boy and all, the whole sick in bed thing just didn't work for him. Though, to his misfortune, things only proceeded to get worse when he got home.
"Dammit, Craig." His father angrily hit the wall behind him, eyes glaring at his son. "You aren't supposed to be a damn queer." His fist soon came into contact with the stoic boy's eye. "You're never going to see that little blonde faggot again."
Craig just lifted his hand and flipped his father off. "Fuck you." He spat, before covering his eye to head out of the door.
It was Craig's first day back to school and the black eye was going to be fun to explain to Tweek and everyone else. He was going to rebel against his homophobic father- there was no way in hell he was going to break up with Tweek just because he didn't like his preference. Even though Craig wasn't gay, more along the lines of a pan sexual.
The drive to school was short and Craig headed to find his cute little blonde. "Tweek!"
Tweek heard his name being called and beamed, turning around and rushing towards his boyfriend, clutching him as tight as he could before releasing him, realising he could still be sore from the number Cartman had done on him, though really there were other wounds he was unaware of. He instantly apologised, wringing his hands and trembling.
He looked into Craig's eyes, not noticing the red shade around his right eye at first, but then gasped as he saw it, biting down on his lip in confusion and pain at the thought of his lover being hurt. "W-what happened?" He demanded.
" I'm fine Tweek." He assured him, ruffling a hand throws those messy tresses. "And, uh, Dad figured things out about us..." A soft sigh emitted from the ravenette's lips. "But you know, I'm going to ignore him. I wouldn't leave you because one man doesn't like it." Craig kissed those soft lips, "you make me happy and that's all that matters."
Tweek gulped. "I know..." He knew Craig wouldn't leave him. Even after what had had happened with thinking Craig was in love with Red and all, it had only made his trust grow stronger. "You can handle him, right?" He asked anxiously. He didn't want Craig getting hurt again.
Craig looked at Tweek's innocent face and smiled, "Of course I can handle him. I'm not worried about my old man." He assured the twitchy kid, giving him a kiss on his forehead.
Tweek nodded, but persisted. "Do you w-want to stay at mine for a few days?"
"I'll get some clothes and sneak out of my window tonight." The raven promised, knowing his father would never let him go with permission.
Tweek beamed back at Craig but then grimaced. What teenager should have to sneak out to go his lovers, as opposed to just asking his parents? His own ones were pretty wacked, rather distant with their son, yet he knew they wouldn't mind too terribly about his relationship with Craig.
"Hey... have you guys seen Kenny today?" Butters appeared out of nowhere, fumbling gently with his hands. He then saw Craig's quickly blackening eye. "Oh hamburgers! What happened to your eye, Craig?"
"I.. I'd rather not talk about it." He shook his head, "As for Kenny... I'm pretty sure he just pulled into the parking lot." The Tucker boy tossed his head back and pointed to the blonde's pick up.
Kenny jumped out of the truck, and immediately rushed over to greet Butters. Since he was revived again last night, Butters had been on his mind. He didn't know if it would make him a jerk if he made a move so soon, but his feelings for Butters were so clear and strong he found himself struggling not to just take him and kiss him right there and then. "Hey Buttercup." He smirked, pulling the blonde into a tight hug.
Butters's eyes lit up as he tightly squeezed Kenny. "Oh my god Kenny... I was so scared." Little tears of happiness welled up and spilled across his cheeks, "I'm... I'm so happy you came back." He whimpered, hearing the sound of the school bell ringing. That was the last sound he wanted to ruin being reunited with Kenny. "Oh hamburgers..." He shook his head, a frown crossing his features.
"C'mon Tweekie. Let's get to class." Craig rested his hand on the other's shoulder gently, shifting his messenger bag back. Something unusual caught his attention from the rooftop... it looked like someone from the past. A raven haired, glowing eyed teenager sat up there looking over the four of them. Beside him was... dear god, that annoying French kid.
At Tweek's fear filled question of "W-what are you looking at?" Craig just carried on walking, forgetting about the encounter. "Don't worry about it…it was nothing." Craig dismissed.
Damien laughed, as if replying to Craig's dismissal. He looked over at his own blonde. "Kenny's been a pain in my ass for too long... Always coming down here, acting like he owns the place, just because he's a freaking immortal..." He glared at the sky, as if it was its fault. "Not anymore. You must understand, love, it has to be done."
"It's so scary. What... what if one time you don't come back next time..." Butters carried on, sniffling, genuinely worried about the other's well-being. He looked towards Kenny as they headed into their high school together. "And why'd you give me that cute little pet name?" He tilted his head cutely, trying to not think about the other male's demise happening again.
Kenny just shrugged, not wanting to think about it either. "I don't know really, it just suits ya. Like Craig calls Tweek "Tweekie"... It's just affectionate." He went bright red as he realised what he said.
"Affectionate..." Butters paused, thinking only briefly before catching onto what Kenny was hinting at. Did Kenny like him like that? Oh that was one thought that could never be true. Kenny wasn't the type to just settle for just ONE person. He had a face that he had to keep... or maybe, "Do... do you like me... as more than a friend Kenny?" The bright eyed, shorter teen looked to Kenny curiously, hoping for a good answer.
"Yes but Damien... why? It just makes no sense to ruin something so beautiful. He looks happy." A frown crossed his features, "He didn't just off himself or something stupid. Kenny was protecting Butters- what's wrong with that?" Pip hated the way Damien viewed the world all of the time.
"Pip," Damien decided to play nicer, pretending he was doing it for Kenny's sake. "it is not beautiful. It is cruel, even in the eyes of my own. God has given him a gift, which he bears no gratitude for, and I do not blame him, for he dies everyday. Can you even imagine the pain?" He shuts his eyes. "This is my final word. He will have one more life, as every other human has. How can you blame me for making him normal, like his friends? He will have to learn to be more careful with his life, even if he wants to gamble it away for love interests such as that Butters boy. Come, we must leave." Grabbing Pip's wrist he lead them both away, disappearing into a shadow forecast by the sun, into the midsts of hell.
Damien was right. Kenny did frequently bet on always coming back, but next time he wouldn't be able to, and be unknowing of that fact. Pip would have to forever see the unhappiness that would gloom over Butters' life. "All right, Damien. But what if it's not God that did it? Maybe it was some sort of other entity?" Pip thought about Cthulhu. How he was a fellow immortal much like Kenny
"Don't fret about it, dear." Damien said swiftly as they walked into the gates of Hell. "And I doubt very much Cthulhu is behind his immortality. He's evil, and strong, but not too intelligent." Damien had the ability to read minds, it was one of the reasons he had chosen Pip to be his eternal partner; Pip was pure, yet easily manipulated, and Damien had been drawn to him, even before falling in love.
Pip shifted his hand to lightly cover over Damien's, "If you say so." A little tear droplet rolled down his cheek thinking about Kenny being dragged into the depths of hell. "However, he's not a complete moron." Pip piped up about Cthulhu- thinking about how powerful the beast truly was.
"Perhaps not." Damien answered, glad the subject had changed.
Kenny blinked, turning around and staring at Butters. Panic built up in him as he feared what Butters would say, what Butters would think. He realised his thoughts of making a move were silly now, not just because it would be too soon. Kenny had no money next to his name, a broken family, and a hefty reputation for being nothing but a man-whore. He gulped, and quickly denied Butters' accusation, not noticing the disappointment in the other's eyes.
"Oh... well gee... I thought you liked me..." Butters let out a weak sigh, "It was silly of me to think that. Sorry Ken." His head drooped solemnly thinking about Kenny not being interested in him like that. Eric was definitely going to try something if he got out of prison. But for now, Butters would enjoy the single life. Heck maybe he could hit up one of the parties on the weekend.
"I..." Kenny swallowed. "I got to go." He ran off to the tech building, though his next subject was English. It wouldn't hurt to ditch again, would it?
A/N: If we get 3 reviews from now to 9pm, I solemnly swear to upload the next two chapters!
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