Disclaimer: I don't own South Park and I never will.

A/N: I thought of this while listening to "Tales of Another Broken Home" by Green Day. (its not a songfic though). And then I got bored and wrote it. Enjoy!
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Nine year old Kenny McCormick sat on his bed, listening to his parents yelling at each other. He could here things being thrown, glasses shattering against the wall. He wanted to cry, but would never show his true emotions. It seemed that none of his friends really cared. He rolled up his sleeve, looking at the cuts on his arms. He wasn't afraid of death, but more afraid of life.

Now a 14 year old Kenny McCormick sat on his bed, again listening to his parents yell. But it had gotten worse. His father would come home drunk, and beat the shit out of him. Or sometimes it would be rape. Kenny tried so many types of suicide, but something held him back. It was like he knew something would happen and give him a reason to live. So Kenny would wait and hold on a little longer, but until then, all he could do is breakdown and cry. The sound of the doorbell silenced the house. Mrs. McCormick answered it. Kyle was standing there looking at the drunk, angered woman.

"Um, is Kenny there?" Kyle asked.

"The bastards in his room," She replied.

Kyle walked past Mr. and Mrs. McCormick who had gone at it again.

"Christ, how does he stand it?" Kyle thought as he opened the door to Kenny's room, forgetting to knock.

"Oh, Kyle, hi," Kenny said.

"Hey dude, you haven't been in school for a while, so I wanted to see if you where okay," Kyle explained.

"I dunno, I just didn't feel like going. It's not like my parents care or anything," Kenny said. Kyle sat beside the blonde on the edge of the bed.

"I miss you, it's really not the same without you," Kyle said. Kenny smiled. "It feels nice to hear that," he said. "Considering the fact that my life has been always been a living hell."

"I can kinda tell," Kyle said.

They sat in silence for a while, until Kyle noticed dried blood on the floor.

"Kenny? What's that blood from?"

"Oh it's mine, I've cut myself, and my dad hits me sometimes," Kenny said, a little uneasy.

"Dude, that's horrible," Kyle said, "Why would you do that Kenny? I don't want to loose you, please stop…" Kyle broke off, putting his hand on Kenny's shoulders.

"I love you," he murmured.

"What did you say?"

"I l-love you," Kyle repeated. And with that Kyle captured Kenny's lips in a tender, loving kiss. To Kyle's surprise, Kenny kissed back, putting his arms around Kyle's waist. They fell backwards on the bed, kissing passionately. After a while, they parted, breathing heavily. Kyle climbed off Kenny. The blonde grabbed his hand.

"Can we go to your house?" Kenny pleaded. "I really hate it here."

"Yeah, you can stay as long as you want."

The two walked out of the house hand in hand.

"Oh, Kyle I never got the chance to say, I love you too."

The End