"WEAK SON-OF-A-BITCH!" they yelled while still gripping me by the hair and throwing me into the nearest wall. I slammed against it, hearing the bones in my back breaking one by one. The laughed and pointed as I sunk to the ground, my head lowered in shame and defeat. One of them walked up to me and shook his head, while smirking devilishly. I lifted my head slightly and saw his piercing red eyes staring into my misty dark brown eyes. He suddenly kicked me hard in my ribs, shattering whatever strength I had left. I clutched my abdomen and fell, coughing up blood. He laughed out loud and the others cheered him on.

I coughed and sputtered, watching the crimson liquid trickle down the sides of my mouth. My dirty blonde hair fell over my eyes as I lay there, listening to the cheers of the bastards who were preparing to finish me off. Death had long since become my best friend, as well as my worst enemy. Through thick and thin, death was always there. It welcomed me with open arms, and I was always ready to accept my fate.

"PLEASE!"

I snapped back to reality and turned my head slightly. My blurred vision slowly became clearer, and I attempted to smile. I had forgotten...the reason why I was in the state that I am now. Not that I was regretful; I would do anything for him...I watched him attempt to wriggle out of their grasp, hisemerald greeneyes staring fearfully at me. I blinked a few times, and tried to reach out to him with my bruised and battered hand. I wanted to touch him...to hold him and tell him that everything would be alright. I wanted to wipe away the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. I wanted to stroke the light blonde strands that clung to his face from the rain that plunged to the ground, pelting us with every drop.

I suddenly felt as sharp pain as my attacker kicked me in the ribs again. I groaned slightly, too weak to move.

"NOOOOOO!" They all stared at him as he thrashed around violently. "GOD PLEASE! LEAVE HIM ALONE! PLEASE!" he struggled in their grasp and was greeted with a slap in the face by their leader. My anger rose again, and I suddenly felt my strength return.

I jumped up and attempted to bash his head in from behind, but he anticipated before hand that I would do so. He ducked and tripped me as I was about to reach him. My eyes widened as I fell backward and hit my head on the asphalt. I looked up and saw him staring down at me again.

Oh shit...

He lifted his foot up and drove it down into my stomach. I cried out as he twisted his foot around, making me cough up more blood.

"STOOOOOOOP!" he screamed as he called out my name in hopes that I would still answer. I wish I could have answered...I wish I could have told him one last time...how much he meant to me...

I could still hear his voice as I drifted into darkness...

KENNY! OH GOD KENNY WAKE UP! PLEASE KENNY! KENNYYYY!

(Flashback)

"KENNY YOU PIECE OF CRAP! DAMMIT WAKE UP!"

I lifted my head suddenly and rolled it around sleepily. As my surroundings became clearer, I toyed with the idea of just going back to sleep. Of course, my dad wouldn't allow that.

"DAMMIT YOU LAZY SON-OF-A-BITCH, GET THE HELL UP!" he poked his drunken face in my room and glared at me hatefully. I did the same. Ever since mom passed away, he thought he could do whatever he wanted, and I'd obey like a little pussy. Boy, was he mistakened.

"Shut the hell up you bastard..." I said lazily. He threw his beer bottle down and stomped over to me. He grabbed me by the collar and forced me to look at his disguiting face. I cringed, not from fear, but from the smell of old liquor and tobacco that encompassed his breath. He gritted his teeth as he spoke dangerously low.

"You ungrateful little shit, you better get the fuck outta this house and get your ass to school, or I'm gonna fucking take you out! YOU HERE ME!" he threw me down on my bed and spit at me before leaving me to get ready.

I grabbed the nearest object, which was my semi-working lamp, and prepared to chuck it at him, but stopped myself. I shook with anger and just threw it to the ground, grabbing my orange parka and leaping out of my window. I didn't even bother to grab my books; I didn't do my school work anyway...

As I neared the bus stop, I took a minute to stop by Starks Pond. I saw that it was slightly frozen, in some parts, but still about 80 water. I picked up a nearby rock and skipped it as far as it could go. Since the pond was so small, it didn't skip more than a couple feet. I grabbed another, and chucked this one straight into the water, pretending my dad was in the way.

As I prepared to throw another, I suddenly heard a small cough behind me. I spun around and saw someone dash behind a tree. I narrowed my eyes. I was in no mood for this shit, I was pissed off today.

"Whoever the fuck that is, you better come outta there before I KICK YOUR ASS!" I yelled, grabbing another rock.

I heard a short gasp and then some mumbling. When I saw who stepped out from behind the tree, my eyes widened and I lowered my arm, sighing heavily.

"Pip, what the HELL are you doing?" I rubbed my temples stressfully as he fidgeted nervously, kinda like Butters in a way. Only when Butters did it, it was annoying. When Pip did it, it was kinda cute. What the fuck-did I just say that! I thought to myself.

"Oh, umm, I'm terribly sorry Kenneth. I was just umm, coming down here to ummm, well, and then I saw you and I was going to leave but ummm..."

I waved my hand around. "It's ok Pip..." I said breathlessly.

I felt kinda weird today...like, so out of it. I rubbed my forehead and felt kinda warm. Eh, I wasn't sick, so I didn't worry about it. I just shoved my hands in my pockets and started to walk from the pond.

I passed by Pip, who was just standing there like a moron. He kind of sniffled as I walked past. Maybe he's sick...I thought. I turned around and whistled. He spun around and looked at me shyly, and I motioned for him to come along. He smiled and grabbed his pack while I continued towards the bus stop. The guys were already waiting there for me.

As we neared the others, I looked at Pip through the corner of my eye. He was smiling and blushing slightly. I blinked and just kept walking. He was kinda odd, but he actually was not that bad a guy. He was always generous to everyone, and even when people were mean to him, he just shrugged it off without so much as a comeback. Some people called him a pussy for that. But I think there was something more to him. I would find out soon enough...

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"So tell us Kenny."

I looked up from my tray questioningly. Kyle was staring at me, and then looking slightly over to where Pip was sitting with Butters and Tweek. I turned around and then back to Kyle, shrugging.

"I mean, what was up with you walking to the bus stop with Pip this morning. You've never even talked to the guy before." he said in a funny voice. What was he implying?

I shrugged again and stuffed some bread in my mouth. Kyle just continued to stare at me; it was getting annoying. I finally wiped my mouth with my sleeve and answered his question.

"Look, if you mean 'Kenny, are you fucking Pip?' just say it! Quit trying to beat around the bush. And to answer your question, NO, I am not." I said defensively. Why am I sounding defensive? I have nothing to hide. So I thought.

Kyle just laughed a little and leaned back, shaking his head.

"Whatever dude..."

I snapped my head up to glare at him.

"What? You think I'm that desperate for a quick lay that'd I'd actually sleep with Pip? Dude, I may be bi, but I'm not THAT desperate..." I concluded triumphantly.

Kyle waved his hands around nervously.

"Whoa dude! What the hell crawled up your ass this morning?" he asked. I sat back and shook my head.

"Nothing, sorry dude. I'm just...I'm having a fucking bad day..." I said pulling my hood down and running my fingers through my hair. Kyle stared at me, his smile fading. He leaned in a bit and lowered his voice.

"You're dad again...?" he asked with concern. I nodded.

We just sat there in silence for a long time. Everyone else had already gone; class would start in a minute or two. He suddenly got up and went around to where I was and sat next to me. He put his arm around me and leaned in. He pushed his lips to mine, and I greeted them warmly.

I lifted my hands to his face and kissed him passionately. Memories came rushing back to me, and I missed having him by my side. Kyle was always there for me, and when he finally came out of the closet, I admitted to him as well. But we were not in love as we had originally thought. It was more of a comfort, just to know that we didn't have to hide anything anymore.

When we "broke up", I told him that I'd always be there for him, as a friend, and he would do the same for me. After all, he was really the only one out of the whole group who did care about me. Cartman was a racist ass-hole, and Stan just plain out didn't care for us as much anymore since he and Wendy became an official couple.

I sighed heavily when I heard the bell ring and Kyle pulled away from me. I really really needed to release some tension. It had been far too long since my last good lay, which had been Kyle by the way. But that had been weeks ago.

I was about to get up and drag myself to fifth period when Kyle suddenly grabbed the arm sleeve of my parka and stopped me. I turned to him and saw him smiling at me. Not just any smile, but that smile.

"Hey maybe, since you're having a rotten day, I should help you get in a better mood." he winked at me.

I was actually suprised. Usually I had been the one to suggest that we skip class and fool around in the bathroom, and Kyle would usually be the stuck up goody-two-shoes that complained because we had been late to class. Now, the tables had turned. It made me excited though.

I nodded and smiled back. Kyle jumped up and grabbed the stings from the hood of my parka and led me to the boys room. Good ol Kyle, my best friend.