Kyle's POV

I clench the steering wheel as I continue my drive back to South Park. Ike is sitting in the passenger seat, just mindlessly switching between radio channels before stopping to open the glove compartment for my CDs.

I could care less about the music right now, I can't stop thinking about what Stan said. He said that he has feelings for me, and I think he wants to win me over. What am I thinking? Just because we- come on Kyle, you've admitted that it was a kiss too. Just acknowledge it. Right.

Just because we kissed, that doesn't mean we should be a couple. He's probably kissed a bunch of people like that before, at parties and on dates. Even if he got caught up in the moment like that, why does my heart hurt just thinking about that? Do I want to love him? Could I even love him if I tried? I haven't given my heart to anyone since- Ugh, I'm doing it again. Why am I over-analyzing this? Why can't I be like Stan and just 'follow my heart' like him?

Suddenly, I hear an old but familiar chord, this song… "Ike, did you put on this song?" I ask, Ike just smiles knowingly and hands me a CD box with some writing on it

SBF Mixtape

Happy birthday Kyle.

Even without reading the words I knew what it was, he made this for me for my 9th birthday. It was the last birthday gift I got from Stan before he left.

"Wow… I didn't even remember that I had this." I smile at the memory, I guess there will always be a part of Stan on my mind. Ike turns up the volume, blasting the song through the speakers. I just relax and reminisce about the times Stan and I just lounge about in one of our rooms, playing this playlist he chose for me as we just went about being kids.

"You considering Stan's offer?"

I stop my train of thought at Ike's words and respond defensively, "Don't phrase it like that, you make it sound like he's making a deal with me."

"It'd be a pretty shitty deal for him, if you ask me." Ike shrugs in his seat, "He'll have to be your little lapdog and deal with you and all your mood swings; all you have to do is give him affection and a pat on the head."

"Shut up, Ike. It won't be like that."

"So you've considered it." Dammit, I played right into his hands.

"What's there to consider?" I hiss dismissively, "He said that I don't have to do anything if I'm not interested in dating. Which I'm not."

Anyways, I don't think we should date. He's probably too enamored by the concept and I'm not really the best candidate to be anyone's boyfriend. I'm too emotionally unstable, like I said, I don't know how I feel about Stan right now and it's unfair to let myself date someone while I'm so unsure, and with my condition it'll feel like I'd be using Stan to get rid of it. I don't want to use Stan.

"You may be a smart man Kyle, but you're a horrible liar, especially to yourself."

"Ugh, I don't wanna have to worry about Stan now. I'm now worried about dealing with Ma when we get home."

"Hey, I'm not the one who didn't come home for Hanukkah last year."

"I wanted to get away from South Park for a while. Could you blame me?"

"No, but I expected at least a phone call saying, 'Happy Hanukkah.' Was that too much?"

Damn, he got me there. I remain silent until I admit, "I'll admit, I probably could've handled it better."

"That, along with a lot of other things." Ike scoffs.

"She's too controlling, Ike. Remember how scared we always were because we knew how she'd react over something so little? I wanted to stay with my friends and she kept pushing me to Berkeley or Harvard. I had to basically fight with her to stay in Denver with the guys." It wasn't a pleasant memory to say the least. Ma was really happy when she found out I wanted to be a doctor, not so much when I mentioned that I wanted to study psychiatry. In her mind, she thinks that I'll be dealing with psychopaths and the mentally insane. At the end I won but

"I told you, I'm not saying she's right. Hell I'm scared of her too. You should've seen her face when I told her I was dating the Karen McCormick. I guess after you came out, she was hoping at least I would want a Jewish girl." He sighs dejectedly before lecturing me again. "Either way, she's still our mom. So stop making it sound like you're going to war."

I groan hopelessly as I drive up the mountains, I know I'm just prolonging the inevitable. "Fine."

A three hour drive back home from Denver isn't too bad, but three hours isn't enough to prepare one for the sheer unpredictability of Shelia Broflovski. I love my Ma, I really do but I keep feeling like I have to watch every step I take around her. My love life does that to me enough already, I don't need it from my own mother too.

I park the car on the driveway and shut off the engine, not too eager to go inside the house just yet. Ike notices and sighs, "Am I gonna have to drag you in or do I have to go get mom to do it?"

"I'll be fine." I mumble as my forehead rests on the steering wheel, trying to gather the strength to not just go fuck it and drive straight back to Denver. I must look pathetic.

After another few minutes of self-pity, I pick myself up. "Come on, Ike." I say as I exit the car.

"Ma, Dad, We're home." I announce as we enter our warm green home. Dad is sitting on the couch, watching the evening news about the mayor's new Christmas lights for this year's tree. I hear the bustling of kitchenware and the nostalgic aroma of kosher food, Ma must be in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Welcome back, boys." Dad greets us without taking his eyes off the screen, I'm glad that my dad actually did keep himself away from his computer unless it's for work. I really don't want to save Skankhunt42's ass again from the wrath of the townsfolk and my Ma.

"Kyle bubbi, where were you?" I hear her hollering from the kitchen before walking out of there. "You two were supposed to be back here an hour ago. Your father and I were getting worried."

Ike jabs my side with his elbow as he goes to help her set up the table. I roll my eyes and answer, "We got stuck in some traffic during the rush hour."

Dad turns off the TV and gestures me to the dining table. "Well either way, I'm glad you boys made it back in time for dinner."

I knew that I'd probably have to end up dealing with dinner and chit-chat from my parents, but that doesn't mean I want it to happen, part of me really wants to say no thanks and walk out the door to start my drive back to the gang, maybe even get some Denny's for dinner. But the glare Ike shoots me a glare that pretty much knocks that idea out. I give in and sit at the table.

"Thanks, Ma." I thank her as she hands me a serving.

We all sit down and Ike waits a little before asking, "Mom, where's Karen? I thought she said she'll be here for dinner."

"She called earlier and said that she had to work extra shifts today. I'll leave some dinner for her." She responds before digging into dinner.

Ike seems satisfied with her answer and begins eating. We proceed with dinner before Dad tries for some small talk, "So boys, how was Hawaii?"

"It was amazing, I haven't seen Kenny and Butters since they left South Park." Ike chirps excitedly with his cheeks filled with food, "Hawaii is really pretty too. I met some of Kyle's other friends too, Charlie and Sue."

"Isn't Charlie the transgender kid you talked out of suicide?" Dad asks.

"Yeah, she's become one of our closest friends and Kenny's new girlfriend." I answer, feeling a little more at ease to share parts of my life with my family.

"I hope you took good care of your brother, Kyle."

"Of course, Ma." I nod flatly.

"And how's Denver, bubbi?"

"School's fine. Kenny found us a really cool place that's near campus. Living with Tweek and Kenny is great, we spend most of our time hanging out and having fun."

"And have you met any nice boys?"

I know she was gonna ask this sooner or later, I groan internally as I give her the same answer I always give her. "… No, I'm not looking for anyone right now anyways."

She sighs and she puts her fork down. Oh god, here we go.

"Kyle, I know you don't like me rushing you but I want to help you get better." She starts, "Do you want me to find someone? I'm worried at this rate you'll end up alone."

"No. I don't need you playing matchmaker." I snap as I prop my head with my arm, turning myself away from her as I stare at the food on my plate.

"Besides, Kyle can take care of himself, mom." Ike speaks up to defend me, I think about how to thank him for that until I hear what he says next, "Stan even kissed him and asked him out."

Ike looks panicked too as he realizes what he just said and immediately shuts up, he dares a quick glance over to see my expression. If you weren't my little brother Ike, you'd be ten foot under before bedtime.

"Stan?" She raises an eyebrow, "Do you mean Stanley Marsh? I haven't seen him in 8 years."

Ike looks up at me helplessly and apologetically, I have no choice now but to tell her what she wants to know, "Yeah… we met up again in Denver. He moved in with us about half a year ago."

"Have you accepted his proposal?" She suddenly asks, making me choke on my food at her implication.

"Propos- You make it sound like I'm marrying him!" I shout after I regain my speech.

"Kyle, you've been alone for so long since that girl broke your heart. You've rejected every time I find a boy for you. You could at least try and date him, you could even get better."

I slam my fist onto the table, silencing everyone at the table. "How can you say that?! It's not that easy." I look at her with a dark expression, I stand up and excuse myself from the table, "I'm done with dinner."

"Kyle, it's too late to drive now." Ike immediately says, stopping me from walking out the front door. "Why don't you stay the night?"

"Clean up your room and you can sleep there tonight." Mom says with her back turned towards me.

"Whatever." I just roll in eyes but comply. I'm not gonna walk out the door like some prepubescent teen and make everything worse.

I walk up the stairs and enter the first door on the left, my room. It's a little emptier than when I was here last time but everything I left was still where it's supposed to be. The one thing I left behind the most were pictures: pictures of me, Kenny and Tweek back in junior year and some from our middle school dance. Then I notice something I forgot about for a while now, an old picture of me and Stan, at his 10th birthday party, the last picture I had of us together as kids.

The two of us were grinning like complete idiots with bits of cake frosting stuck to our faces, we were so innocent and happy back then… What I wouldn't give to just spend another day like that with him.

"You know mom didn't mean it like that." My thoughts get interrupted by the sudden appearance of Ike at the door.

I put down the picture and say, "I don't care, Ike. How could she just dismiss it like that? She makes it sound like it's my fault I'm not better yet."

"It's not just your fault, Kyle. But you're not doing yourself any favors." He points out, "You try to keep it hidden but I heard you cry at night sometimes. I know you're haunted by it, but can you at least keep trying? Isn't that like psychiatry 101? 'You can't help a patient who doesn't have the will to help himself.' You're stronger than this."

"I know… I know. The last thing I need is to be lectured on psychiatry by a pipsqueak like you."

"Says you, I'm taller than you." He smirks,

"By half an inch." I return the jab playfully, the two of us laugh and I can feel the tension in the room dissolve a little.

"But I'm still growing, I'll tower over you soon enough."

"I just wished that she could see it through my eyes." I sigh, "You're scared of ghosts, Ike. How would you feel if I left you in a haunted graveyard and told you to get over it?"

"It's not the same, I can live a normal life regardless of that fear. Can you really say you'll be happy if you don't overcome yours?" He looks at me earnestly as he says, "Even if it doesn't seem like it, we care about you. I care, dad cares, and in her own way mom cares too. We all want to see you happy, Kyle."

"Thanks, Ike. Tell me when Karen comes over. I wanna meet my future sister-in-law."

"Well you have no problem accepting Kenny as your brother-in-law."

"Hey, he's practically family already."

Ike gives me a fist bump and leaves, allowing me to soak in the childhood memories I have on this room. The four of us were a weird misfit of friends but Stan and I were the most solid of the bunch. Now… He wants more than just friendship. He likes me, he wants to date me. I recount with a weird new emotion now. I soon recognize it, it's an emotion I haven't experienced in a while, hope.

Kenny's POV

I must look like an idiot now. Here I am, sitting in a coffee shop, talking to my baby sister with my jaw dropped onto the ground. After asking about her life back in South Park, she just drops a bombshell onto me. I reel in the shock and the first thing I say once I've regain control is, "… I'm sorry Karen, what?"

I hear her sigh through the speaker, "You heard me. I'm dating Ike Broflovski."

"Yeah…That's what I thought you said." I mumble under my breath as I bring my hand to my forehead, creasing the furrows above my brow. "How long have you two been together?" I ask.

"About 2 months now." Karen replies warily before asking with a meek and worried tone, "Are you mad?"

God dammit I can imagine her looking at me with those wide sky-blue eyes of hers, that's my only weakness. Any anger I might have had, which was none, dissolves as soon as I hear the worried tone in her voice. "Karen sweetie, I'm not mad. I'm just worried." I reassure her.

Her voice perks up after hearing that, "You really shouldn't. Ike is such a sweet guy. He helps me when those jerks pick on me in school."

I smile as I hear her gush about her boyfriend, I can only imagine the huge grin on her face and the love in her eyes. She must really like him. "I'm just upset he didn't say anything while he was with us in Hawaii."

"I asked him not to, I wanted to tell you. Ike would tell Kyle and I would tell you, seems fair doesn't it?"

So Kyle knew before me and he didn't say anything? I'm so getting him back for keeping this a secret.

"Is Ike there with you?" I ask her.

"Uh, yeah. He's talking to Kyle right now. I'm over at their place for brunch."

Well, talking to Kyle is probably gonna be easier than talking to Ike. "Can you pass the phone to Kyle?"

"Ok." She says before I hear her voice calling for Kyle.

A few rustling sounds through the phone later, I hear my housemate's voice, "Hello?"

"Kyle, you son of a bitch. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm guessing Karen told you, huh?" His voice sounds calm and collected, he's probably been expecting that, "They told me to keep it quiet. Ike said she wanted to be the one to break the news. Who am I to deny her that?"

"Are you OK with that?"

"With what? My brother dating your sister?" Kyle laughs before answering, "Why not? We've watched those two grow up and you've practically been like my brother. What difference is a label gonna make?"

I laugh along with him. You know what, he's right. "Fair enough."

"If you're worried about Ike, don't. You know Ike just as well as I do, Ike's a responsible and loyal kid. He'd put Karen first before even himself, if he did anything to hurt her, I'd kill him before you even try."

"Nah, she's my baby sister. I get the first strike." I joke before continuing with a serious tone, "I'm not scared that he'll hurt Karen, I'm just worried that's all. I'm sure you understand."

"If it wasn't the sweet little Karen McCormick I know, I wouldn't have been as trusting towards a girl with my brother's heart."

"Understood." I say as I see the café door open and see the girl I've been waiting for. "Gotta go, buddy. My 'date' is here. Tell Karen I'll try to come to see her this summer."

"Good luck, Kenny. Fuck knows you'll need it." With that, Kyle hangs up the call. I take a deep breath as the girl with blonde hair sits down at the table.

"Hello, Kenny." Bebe greets with a small smile, "I was surprised that you actually called me to meet up."

"Don't get too comfy. Charlie said that I should at least listen to Wendy once and have a civil conversation with you."

She nods in acknowledgement, "She's mature for her age. Is she your new girlfriend?"

"Yes." I respond flatly as I tap my fingers on the table "So what is it you wanna talk about?"

"I- I want to apologize. I know what I did was horrible and I don't expect you to just forgive and forget. Even if I made the call, it hasn't been easy for me either." She reaches for her stomach as she says softly, "I can't help but feel guilty, even after a month from the abortion I can still feel our child inside me, kicking, growing… Sometimes I even feel a second heartbeat."

She's been feeling that for a month? I knew abortions aren't easy on women but I didn't think about the psychological aspect of it. I've grieved over our child but Bebe was the one who was actually carrying the child and the one who made the call of having it removed out of her.

She continues, "I know it's impossible but I couldn't stop thinking about what would've happened if we'd have the kid and stayed together. Then I just keep thinking, would we've been happy?"

"I would've tried to-" I try to rebut but she quickly silences me with her next words.

"That's not what I mean. Kenny, tell me honestly, do you really think the two of us would've worked as a couple? You have your sister to worry about and you were ready to settle down in South Park; but I wanted something bigger: A chance to see the world and leave my name as someone important to society. I wanted a chance to prove my worth to the world."

I let what she says sink in, trying to sympathize with her views, "I see."

"We're too different and bringing a child into this world would've not only complicated our lives but their life too. I don't want our child to suffer for our mistakes."

I want to yell at her, saying that she never gave us a chance but… I think I know that I'm fighting a losing battle, if there's one thing I know about Bebe Stevens is that she's very driven. She knows what she wants and she'll work until she gets it. She's not one to settle down with a family and our lives would've been bounded together only by that child. I hate to even think about it, but she's right. I'm still detested by her actions but I don't think we could've lasted with the way we are, and the last thing I want to do is to make a child live with a broken family.

"I'm not saying what I did was fair but right now I believe that it was the right decision. We've moved onto our own separate lives with the people we love, maybe one day we'll form families and have our own children to love too." She finishes with a bittersweet look of relief, like she has finally been released from the chains of her own guilt.

"I'm not saying I forgive you for the stunt you pulled but I can kinda see where you're coming from. Still I wished you would've talked to me about it."

She agrees dejectedly, "Maybe I should've. Aren't we a mess?"

"Well that's what happens when you let a couple of hormonal sex-crazed teenagers fuck about." I chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. "As messed up as it is to say, I kinda envy Kyle on that. He never had to deal with issues like this."

"Right… Kyle, how has he been?" She asks.

"He's been better, right now he's having a hissy fit over Stan."

"I heard a little from Wendy. Those two really are dense, they just need to get together. I can tell they're good for each other." She shakes her head in disappointment.

"Not like we're better like the love department than they are." I point out.

"I guess you're right." She smiles sadly.

We fall once again into silence, but it's not a painstaking silence. It gives me time to sort through my thoughts. Like I said, I never really considered it from Bebe's perspective. I always believed that I could've changed her mind if I had the chance, even if she didn't want our child I could raise them by myself. But in the end, I was being selfish. Who am I to demand that Bebe keeps a child that she wants or has the ability to take care of? And even if our child was born, could I guarantee them happiness? What if they ended up wishing they were never born?

God, I never wanted someone to suffer for my own desires, especially the ones I care about.

I hear the sound of a remainder on my phone and I check the time. Shit, I pretty go now. "I have to go. I have a date with Charlie later."

"Ok. Thank you, Kenny, for this. It was nice talking to you again, like adults. I hope we can remain as close friends." She smiles, she acts much more at ease now than before. I, surprisingly, feel much lighter too. I suddenly see my ex-girlfriend as less of the demon witch I labelled her as but rather the determined and headstrong blonde I knew since elementary school.

"Not now, but maybe soon enough." I don't know if I could completely forgive her for what she did, going behind my back like that. But at least, we should try and be like adults. I've taken the first step and hopefully both of us can recover from this.

Stan's POV

"Hey, mom. I got you that coffee you wanted." I give Mom the bag of Hawaiian roast coffee after I enter the house. This is one of the few times I've actually visited home since Shelly was released. Mom said that Shelly hasn't been at home in days and that she could prevent Shelly from attacking me if she comes back while I'm still here.

"Thank you, Stan. I'll be looking forward to this tomorrow morning." She takes the small bag as we sit down on the couch in the living room, "So how was your trip?"

"It was really nice to see Butters again. They've changed so much since I last saw them." I recount my trip, all the fun we had in the sea, Butter's love proclamation… my kiss with Kyle. Ugh, it sucks not knowing what's going on in that little red head of his but I said I'd wait for him.

"I'm sorry Stanley." I get cut off from my Kyle-related wallows when Mom suddenly apologizes with a sullen look in her eyes "It wasn't fair for me to take you away from the lives we had in South Park and expect you to come with me regardless. I should've given you a choice."

"And what? Live with Dad? No thanks but I'm sure Kyle and the others would've understand if those were my two options." I try to lighten the mood a little with a shrug, "I just wish, I could have said goodbye to them and kept in touch. Maybe all this wouldn't have happened. Anyways, can't change that now." I don't want Mom to feel bad for trying to be happy.

"Stanley. Do you blame me?" She asks, I'm caught off guard by this question and the hurt in her voice, "I sometimes feel like I should've just stayed with Randy, at least until you two went to college and could be on your own. I went through with the divorce and now look at us, I had to work so much that I neglected you two, Shelly ended up in prison, you turned to drinking and I didn't even have time to find another man." She ends with a hollow laugh.

"Mom, my alcoholism is my problem, you didn't cause it. I'm still working on it. One day I'll be able to go throughout the day without a drop of whiskey." I mutter as much confidence as I can along as much of that confidence as I can fake to reassure her, "And I don't blame you. You were in a tough situation. I don't even know what I'd do if I was in your position, you gave up everything for us and you did the best you could to raise us. I don't blame you mom, and… I'm sure Shelly will feel the same too."

She looks at me solemnly at the mention of by wayward sister, "Shelly. My own little girl has been so distant from me. I haven't been able to talk to her much and I haven't seen her in weeks. Dr. Nixon has been busy with her niece but she told me she hasn't seen Shelly in months. She asked me to warn you, Shelly might still be a threat to you… so be careful. I don't want to see you two get hurt."

Mom and I talk until 4, with her talking about work and how Janice from accounting doesn't give a fuck about taking people's lunches from the break room and how Cartman drags me into a recording room to record that song what Cartman wanted for my audition. Is it weird that he's taking this way more seriously than I am? Then again he is my manager once again so he probably just wants the fame and money. We say goodbyes and I promise to visit again next week, hopefully with some good news, maybe some relating to Kyle. I really hope so.

I begin driving back until I pass a bunch of shops and notice a familiar face. I park my car and get out, wondering if my eyes really saw what I saw. I found them again and sure enough, it was Z. He's following another guy, clearly older than him.

"Jeff, come on man." I hear Z plead.

"Zac, I'm only gonna tell you once. Leave me alone." The one Z called Jeff snarls back at him.

Wait, I recognize that name. That's the name of Z's stepbrother. Why is Z chasing after his douche of a brother?

"No!" Z stands firm, "Mom has been worried sick about you. You've gotta come home."

So that's why. It's not so much because for Jeff or his own sake but for his mother's.

"She's only worried because she's scared my dad will dump her ass once he realizes I'm gone."

"Don't talk about our mom like that, Dad won't do that." Z defends his mom.

"Shut up." Jeff scowls, "She's not my mom and he's not your dad. You little runt, you're gonna learn your place." I start hearing steady but forceful footsteps until Z gets pinned to the alley wall with a painful yelp. Jeff balls his hand into a fist and pulls it back with enough force to seriously hurt Z.

I can't let him get hurt! I step into the alleyway before Jeff hurts poor Z. "So you're the stepbrother I've been hearing so much about?" I call out.

Both of them turn to look at me Z looks utterly confused at my sudden presence, "Stan?"

Jeff on the other hand looks annoyed, he grabs Z by his shirt as he demands an answer, "Zac, who is this?"

I quickly pull Jeff off of him and plant myself between the two. "None of your concern, you douche." I warn Jeff, "Now back away before I kick your ass."

"He's my stepbrother, I can do whatever I want." He snaps, "You on the other hand, should keep your ass out of other people's business."

Without turning to face Z who's behind me, I urge him to run, "Z, I want you to run and go someplace safe. Go to my apartment if you have to. I'll take care of this."

Thankfully he doesn't argue with my plans and runs out of the alleyway. Jeff's eyes follow him until Z goes out of sight, Jeff then turns all his attention on me for letting his victim go.

"Why do you care about the twerp anyways? He can't even fight for himself" He asks in an arrogant and condescending tone.

It irks me to no end how little he cares about the world around him. Z would've been happy as a kid on summer vacation if Jeff left for good if not for their mother. Z's a good kid and he definitely doesn't deserve to be treated like shit and having no one stand up for him.

I decide to say none of that and just respond in as cold and as serious a voice I can mutter, "Shut up."

With that, the two of us start fighting it out. Fortunately for me, Jeff is about the same age and build as me, meaning I could likely figure out how he's going to fight and vice versa. Trading punches and blows don't do much for either of us since we both keep dodging them. I let my guard down a little once I twist his arms to his back with a tight grip and keep him trapped against a wall.

Big mistake, since he immediately turns it against me. He skillfully maneuvers out of my grip, forcing a switch in positions. He throws me out of the alleyway and against my own car forcefully, smashing my head onto the car window as he throws punch after punch towards my head, my gut and my face. I try to focus despite the throbbing ache in my head and the mind-numbing buzzing sound in my ears. I can't drop my guard now, this guy is way stronger than I first guessed, and to think that he's been constantly beating on Z like this reignites my rage and determination.

I force him back into the alleyway, giving him the same treatment he gave me. He tries to block and shield my attacks but as soon as I force him onto the ground, this fight has selected its victor. I keep going at him, mindlessly letting my rage turn into the force I exert with every attack. Eventually I run out of steam and I stop, my knuckles now bloody and heavily bruised from all the fighting. But that pales in compassion to what I have done to Jeff, he lies on the ground, limp and motionless. He's not dead, I didn't do enough damage to do that but he would need to go to the hospital to recover from that. I'm pretty sure I'm not looking as pretty either with the cuts and blood, but hopefully that teaches that fucker a lesson.

I stand up and slowly make my way to the car, limping as the pain finally hits me in full force. I grunt as I struggle to get into the car and start the engine I don't want to go find Z now and check up on him, I wanna go home and sleep the pain off. So I send Z a message, telling him where Jeff is and that he shouldn't be a problem anymore.

A/N: Yeah, the relationships between the boys and the people in their lives aren't really as stable as they want it to be. But that's what makes them who they are. Kyle isn't happy about his family pushing him, Kenny is trying to heal the scars from his lost child and Stan still wants to make the people in his life happy no matter what he has to do. Next time, we actually go see Charlie and the trial on her family's abuse.

Holy shit, this took so much longer than I planned. Don't worry, I'm not dead and I'm not abandoning this story. Life has just been busy and my family isn't exactly thrilled about me sitting in front of a computer screen for hours on end so I've been doing other stuff aside from writing. I apologize, Loves, for I have sinned XD

The parts that took the longest time were the fight scene and Kenny's part. Kenny's part was added and changed last minute after talking to my friend about Mockingbird by Eminem. I can imagine Kenny and Bebe ending up like that so I had to rewrite it. If you haven't listened to it, go listen to it. It's so good.

Song: watch?v=S9bCLPwzSC0

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