Ah, sorry it took a while to update, and it may be a little shorter than the others, but I have so much work to do! . And I won't be able to update again for a while, but don't worry, I'll have a good make up chapter when I get a chance again! But in the meantime, here's chapter 5.
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(Kyle)
My mom never did approve of my decision to go with Kenny. As far as she was concerned, I wasn't even leaving at all. I knew that going would ultamitely result in something bad happening to her mentally, but I would never seperate myself from Kenny, especially since our bond was now stronger than ever.
When the day finally did arrive for us to leave, mom was in complete denial. Dad was trying once more to beg me to stay so that we could both get mom some help. Knowing my dad, he wouldn't be able to do it alone.
"Kyle honey," my mom said shakily, handing me a final hand bag, "make sure, when you go over to Kenny's for a while, that you get all your homework done, and I'll see you in a couple days, huh?" She smiled at me with a blank look in her eyes. I looked at my father, who had his arm around her, his eyes staring sadly, but hopefully at me. His pleading look made me smile sadly, and I shook my head, signaling that I didn't intend to change my mind.
"Ok mom, I'll be back soon." I hugged her and then turned to my father, who was now looking mealoncholy and obviously disappointed. I hugged him tightly, whispering an apology into her ear. He nodded, knowing that I had to make my own decisions from now on.
I then turned to Ike's window, watching him as he stared hatefully down at me. He shook his head slightly and pulled the blinds down so that I could no longer see him. My eyes lowered to the ground. Ike hated me for what I did to mom, especially since he was her little boy and he would never want to see her hurt. He was also angry at the fact that me and Kenny were together. He never really admitted it, but he didn't like Kenny much since he came to sya with us. I had started spending more time with Kenny, and less time with Ike, and that made him hurt and upset. Now, he wouldn't even achknowlwedge me as his brother any longer.
I sighed and turned towards the bus that honked impatiently. The driver signaled that it was going to leave shortly and that I should hurry up and get on. I stepped onto the bus, and turned to glance once more at my family as they went inside. After staring for a couple seconds, I headed toward the back where Kenny was waiting. I took a seat next to him and set my stuff down next to me. Kenny stared out the window as the bus started to move, and I rested my head on his shoulder. I looked out the window too, as South Park passed us by. I slowly closed my eyes and sighed heavily as I drifted off to sleep. As far as I was concerned now, I had no home to go to...if I ever came home that is.
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(Kenny)
Two hours had passed; six more to go. I hardly slept while the bus was moving, unlike Kyle who had been asleep for nearly the whole trip. I looked at him sleeping on my shoulder, a calm expression planted on his face. I started to play with a couple stands of his curly red hair, knowing that I probably looked like a wussy fag as I did so. I didn't care.
Suddenly, a hand slapped me on my back and I turned around to see who had done it. Two guys were sitting behind me; one had spiky brown hair and big bushy eyebrows, and the other had short blonde hair and was qivering slightly.
I scowled at the brown-haired guy who was staring out his window "innocently" and whistling to himself. When he saw me glaring at him, he pointed to himself questioningly, and then shook his head. I raised an eyeborw at him as he pointed to the blonde guy sitting next to him. The blonde guy looked from him to me, and back again, starting to get anxious.
"Yea right, fuck off..." I said to the brown-haired asshole. An fake offended look spread across his face as I turned back around and got comfortable again, closing my eyes as I did so.
No more than a couple minutes later, I felt something wet on my hair, and I jerked as I woke up. I spun back around and saw the blonde-haired boy holding a bottle of water with the cap off, and the brown-haired guy smirking to himself.
"Zat wasn't me zis time..." he said defensively.
The blonde-haired boy started to panic and grabbed some napkins from his bag.
"Ah! I-I'm sorry Kenny! Thr b-bus hit a p-pothole and my water s-spilled." he said, handing me the napkins. I continued to stare at him, wondering how he knew my name. He seemed familiar...I looked at his hands, which he had formed into knuckles and was rubbing them together nervously. Then, it dawned on me and I gasped in realization.
"Butters!" I announced loudly, making Kyle wake up and turn around as well.
The brown-haired guy looked from me to Butters as he nodded slowly.
"Y-yea..th-that's me..." he said slowly and quietly.
"Huh? Butters? Really?" Kyle said, confused.
"You two know eachozuh?" the brown-haired guy asked. Kyle turned quickly to him and gasped.
"Christophe!" he laughed. The brown-haired guy smiled and leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.
"Well well, if it izn't Kyle. 'Ow are you?" he asked politely. Now it was my turn to be confused. Kyle saw this and then put his arm around me and cleared his throat.
"Ken, this is Christophe, aka, 'Ze Mole'. He's the one who helped us save Terrence and Phillip during the USO show when we were at war with Canada. You never met him though, cause he died before you arrived. But of course, he's here today because of the wish you made." Kyle finished, smiling. He turned back to Christophe and pointed to me.
"This is Kenny, he was also dead at the time, and that's why you didn't meet him." Christophe grinned and held out his hand.
"Well then, it iz a pleazuh to meet you Kenneth." I took him hands and smiled as well.
"Yea, you too. So, you're French then?" I asked.
Christophe laughed and pulled out a pack of cigarrettes. "Yez, zat iz correct. How eva could you tell?" he mocked.
"Then...why are you enrolling in the U.S. military force?" I asked with confusion.
Christophe popped a cigarrette out and rolled his eyes, lighting it.
"Becauze, ze french people have become such whiny little puzzies, and I cannot take zose damn beetches, never wanting to get involved in warz and what not...I live for ze thrill of...how do you say...? Ah fuck it, I need some action in my life, and so, I join ze American beetches military." he blew some smoke out of his mouth.
Kyle waved his arm around, attempting to make the smoke disappear.
"Dammit Christophe, I told you, you need to quit with these things..." he grabbed the one from Christophe's mouth and flung it out the window. Christophe sighed and stretched his arms back behind his head, ignoring Kyle's lecture about second hand smoke and lung cancer.
Watching them for a while, I suddenly remembered Butters. I turned back to him, seeing his starting to unwrap a sandwich that his mom undoubtedly made for him. I smiled and leaned forward towards him. He looked around nervously.
"So Butters, what are you doing here anyhow? Don't tell me you're going into the force too?" I laughed. Butters nodded slowly, avoiding eye contact with me.
"Y-yea, m-my dad's making me go, e-even though I th-think fighting is w-wrong..." I smiled. He still had that cute stutter. I kinda felt bad for him though, since he was much older and he still had that problem stuttering.
Leaving him to finish his lunch, I glanced out the window at a sign that said YOU ARE NOW LEAVING COLORADO. I smirked and sat back in my seat, still hearing Kyle talking away.
This trip just got a little more interesting...
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Sorry for those of you who read this the first time, and it was different then. BUT I got some inspiration from a reviewer, and decided that his (or her!) idea would flow much more smoothly than my original one. THANK YOU Soon To Be World Dominator! Hope you like the change better than the original ;-)
