At school the next day Bebe was standing next to Wendy at her locker, she was looking around the halls as Wendy applied lipgloss. Bebe was looking for Kenny, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about what Wendy had told her the night before. "Are you okay? You've been so quiet this morning." Wendy asked, closing her locker and making Bebe jump.
"What? I'm fine... I just have to go to the bathroom." Bebe lied, "I'll catch-up with you in a few minutes."
Bebe turned and walked down the hall, not looking back at her friend who was surely confused. She turned and scanned the hallway for an orange hoodie, her eyes finally settled on him, he was down at the other end of the hall talking to Craig. She walked down towards them, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. When she reached them their conversation had ceased.
Bebe glanced between the two guys and smiled sweetly, "Kenny, indeed to talk to you. It's kind of important."
Kenny glanced between the two of them, "I was about to go out and smoke, would you care to join me?" It sounded a bit forced, but Bebe knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant conversation anyways. She wanted to opt out too.
Craig laughed, "Did Kenny get you pregnant or something?"
"No!" Bebe and Kenny both said in unison. They both shared a pained expression as Craig laughed even more.
"I'll see you later Craig." Kenny dismissed him and he started walking to a door. Bebe caught up and wrapped her arm around him.
Together they walked around to the back of the school. Kenny pulled out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Bebe before taking one for himself. He lit it and then tossed the lighter to her before sitting down on the curb. After a long drag Kenny looked up at her, "What do you need?" He asked.
Bebe laughed and lit her cigarette, "What, no how are you?" She asked.
Kenny rolled his eyes, "If its weed you want then Craig hasn't got any yet, and if it's sex you want you're going to have to wait until later because I ditched school yesterday and I can't ditch it again today."
"I just wanted to talk to you." She smiled and sat down next to Kenny, their legs were touching.
"Oh?" Kenny took another drag. "About what?"
"About Wendy." Bebe stayed.
"Oh."
A moment of silence passed between them. Bebe was trying to get some sort of reaction out of him but he didn't react. "You two are getting pretty close, huh?" She asked.
Kenny chuckled and looked at Bebe, "What's this all about?"
Bebe looked at him and took a drag off her cigarette, "I know how you are." She replied simply.
He looked at her and then looked away, "Me and Wendy are just friends." He dismissed, "It's not really that deep."
Bebe took a long drag, letting the smoke fill her her lungs. Her exposed fingers felt as if they might fall off thanks to the biting cold. She exhaled slowly and turned to meet Kenny's blue eyes. "She really likes you, Kenny. Wendy's not like you or me, she forms emotional connections quickly. I don't want her getting her heart broken again, especially so soon." Bebe stood and dropped her cigarette. The end was covered in red stains from her lipstick, she put it out with her shoe.
She turned to leave and head back inside. "Wait, Bebe, why are you telling me this?"
Bebe turned around and looked down at Kenny a soft smile playing on her lips. "I don't want you hurting Wendy, that's why I'm telling you this." She strode away as the first bell rang, leaving Kenny in a haze of confusion.
By the time lunch rolled around Kenny was still trying to decide what Bebe wanted him to do. He sat at a corner table with Cartman and Butters, picking at his sandwich.
Butter noticed Kenny's odd behavior, he hadn't cracked any jokes or said anything completely inappropriate. "What's wrong, Kenny?" He asked, drawing him out of thought.
"Oh it's nothing, I'm just not hungry." Kenny answered, then he glanced over at the table where the girls sat. Wendy had her back to him and, luckily, so did Bebe.
"Kenny's in love, Butters." Cartman explained nonchalantly, smirking.
"I'm not in love." Kenny scowled and the he glanced between the pair. "I threw up all over Wendy's house." He sighed deeply.
"Oh my god, that's fucking disgusting!" Cartman exclaimed, crinkling up his nose in disgust.
"I know." Kenny groaned and rested his head on the table. "I feel so bad."
"Yeah, I'd be horrified if that happened." Butters said with a light laugh.
"Things got so awkward after that, I don't know if I can ever talk to her again." He glanced at Bebe, knowing she was going to be another problem.
"Aw, don't worry Ken. I'm sure you'll figure it all out. You always do." Butters reassured him.
Kenny got a weird feeling from talking about this. He didn't like it. He stood, grabbing his sandwich, "I'm going to go smoke." He stated, leaving his friends behind as he walked towards the lunchroom door.
As he walked he passed by the table that Stan and Kyle usually sat at. He noticed David was with them and Stan looked sad, Kenny figured he'd be sad if he was third wheeling so hard too. When he walked past Kyle called out to him, "Hey Kenny, can I talk to you for a second?"
Kenny stopped and grinned, "Anything for you, Kyle. But I'm going outside to smoke."
Kyle stood and put on his jacket, telling David and Stan he'd be right back before turning and following Kenny outside. When they got outside Kenny realized he was still holding his sandwich in one hand, "Can you hold this for a second?" He asked, handing it to Kyle before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "What did you want to talk about?" He took a long drag off his cigarette before exhaling.
"Well it's actually about you and Wendy-"
"Me and Wendy? I've already gotten yelled at by Bebe about this. We're just friends, besides, you know I don't believe in love Kyle."
"I know you don't believe in love but I do know you believe in sex, and a lot of it." Kyle scoffed, trusting his sandwich back at him.
Kenny took a bite of the sandwich, "It was only once." He mumbled.
"What?! You fucked her?"
Kenny grinned, "Do you think I'd miss out on an opportunity like that?" He took another bite before glancing at Kyle, who had his arms crossed and a general look of disapproval painted across his face. "What?" Kenny laughed when he saw he had an unfaltering expression he straightened up. "Even if me and Wendy did get together it's none of your business."
Kyle let out a sigh, "I'm worried about Stan."
"Aren't we all?"
"He's so upset about Wendy and I don't think you dating her is going to help the situation. Can't you just try to think about him for once, he's having a hard time." Kyle explained.
Kenny couldn't understand why everyone was getting so upset about his nonexistent relationship with Wendy. "Okay, whatever dude." It wasn't really agreeing, but Kenny knew Kyle wouldn't leave him alone if he didn't get him to agree. The warning bell rang and Kenny put out his cigarette, walking back towards the school with Kyle.
When got inside he took a good moment too look at Stan. He looked more tired than usual, his dark circles seemed to leave an indent in his face. He had a vacant look and glassy eyes as he grabbed his bag and shuffled off.
Guilt started eating at him as he watched Stan walk away. They had been best friends and now he was sleeping with his ex; what had happened? Kenny turned away and tried to shake the feeling but he couldn't do it. He couldn't help but feel like he had hurt Stan even though Stan had no idea about him and Wendy.
Kenny spent the rest of the day dwelling on the guilty feeling in his gut.
After school he stood at his locker, dumping books into it when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Wendy with a smile on her face. "Oh, hey." Kenny said, closing his locker and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
Wendy's smiled quickly faded away, "What's wrong?" She asked.
Kenny let out a sigh and glanced around the hallway to make sure Kyle, Stan, or Bebe's prying eyes weren't anywhere around. Wendy glanced around too, but she didn't know what she was looking for. "We gotta talk."
"About what?" Wendy asked.
"Everyone keeps telling me you and me can't be together so we have to clarify to everyone that we're just friends." Kenny stated, it sounded kind of cold but he didn't know how else to tell her.
"What? Who's 'everyone'?" She asked, placing a hand on her hip.
"Well Bebe-"
"Bebe is just trying to look out for me. She doesn't mean anything by it."
"Also Kyle."
Wendy raised an eyebrow, "Kyle? Why?"
"He's worried about Stan or some shit, and I feel bad for him." Kenny confessed, "He walks around like all the life has been sucked out of him."
"Can I tell you something?" Wendy asked, she didn't wait for a response before she stepped closer to Kenny. "I want to be more than friends." She admitted softly.
Kenny met her hazel eyes, "Wendy, Stan would be so upset..."
"It's not about Stan. It's about you, it's about us." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her level, kissing him softly. Kenny wrapped her arms around her waist and the kiss lasted for a little longer than what was sociably acceptable for a school hallway. When they pulled apart they thought they heard footsteps, but there was no one in the hall.
Kenny looked down at Wendy and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I don't believe in love." He let her go and stepped back, out of her grasp.
"Why not?" She asked.
"It's a long story." Kenny shrugged. He didn't want to get into his parents abusive relationship and his dysfunctional family as a whole. He started walking to the door and Wendy followed close behind.
"I've got time." She said, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Kenny chuckled, "Maybe later." Maybe never.
"Do you want to hang out? I don't have any plans tonight and thought it would be fun to spend it with you.." Wendy smiled sweetly.
"I gotta go to work." Kenny didn't want to skip out on a second day of work, he needed the money. "But I'll catch up with you later, okay?" The idea of spending time with Wendy was getting more and more appealing. He was actually looking forward to seeing her later.
Wendy smiled and pulled him into a hug, something that felt oddly foreign to Kenny. He went stiff for a moment before gingerly hugging her back. He hadn't been hugged in a long time, he liked it. He had a feeling it wouldn't be the same if it was anyone except her though.
Stan caught up with Kyle in the parking lot after school. He was talking to David and standing a little to close to him to assume they were friends. Stan walked up to them, "Guys I have terrible news." He stated.
Kyle turned towards him and wondered what it could be. He had seen Stan in a downward spiral many times but this one seemed to be getting out of hand. "What is it?" Kyle had to force his voice to sound genuinely interested, he just hoped the news would be something of substance and not a weird alcoholic dream.
"Kenny and Wendy are together." Stan stated, an edge in his voice. Kyle and David exchanged a quick glance.
He rested a green glove on Stan's shoulder, "Just because they're hanging out doesn't mean they're together." He gave him a reassuring squeeze.
Stan have Kyle a look of disbelief, "How'd you know they were hanging out?"
Kyle grinned sheepishly, "Isn't that what they're doing?" He questioned.
"They were kissing in the hall." Stan sounded exasperated. It wasn't everyday that you saw your ex and one of your friends making out in the hallway.
Kyle looked at Stan and sighed, "Its probably just a fling, you know Kenny." He tried to sound reassuring but he knew it sounded forced.
"Kyle you knew they were together." Stan looked down, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Kyle looked at David for any sort of guidance, he just shrugged in response. "I didn't think you were ready to hear the news. I know you care about Wendy and I didn't want to hurt you."
Stan knew he was right but he felt heartbreak wash over him again. He cycled through emotions faster than a kid flipping through tv channels. He didn't know what he felt. It was some type of grief, he had just lost the one he loved most for what felt like a second time. He knew Wendy was never coming back, though he never accepted it, but seeing her with Kenny made him realize that it wasn't just a bad dream.
He looked at Kyle, who was looking at David. "I'm going home." He stated, turning to leave. He started to walk away, he wanted Kyle to stop him. He wanted him to assure him everything would be alright, but he knew it wouldn't.
After work Kenny drove to Wendy's house and sat out front in his truck with a cigarette pressed to his lips. Snow was falling lightly and it was dark despite it only being five. He put out his cigarette and opened the car door to a cold gust of January air. As he walked up to the door he worried Wendy's parents would answer. He really wasn't in the mood to make awkward small talk with them. How would that even go? He had just thrown up all over last time he had seen them. Kenny figured they couldn't possible like him.
He knocked twice and then Wendy answered the door. Her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail and she was bundled up in her signature purple coat. "Hey Kenny." She gave him a hug. Kenny wasn't expecting it, he went stiff and then Wendy let go.
Kenny smiled and looked down at her, "Hey. What do you want to do tonight?" He asked as he walked her to his truck. He opened his door for her and Wendy paused too look at him. She climbed inside the truck while he walked around and got in the other side.
"I think we should just chill." Wendy suggested as Kenny turned on his truck.
He glanced at her, "Like, at my house?"
"Yeah." She smiled.
Kenny laughed, "No, you'll be uncomfortable in my house." He couldn't stop thinking about the piles of junk that littered his front yard, the barren walls inside and his family that he had been trying to escape his whole life.
"Kenny, I'm sure it's not too bad." Wendy insisted.
"It's bad, were pretty poor-"
"I know." Wendy cut him off, then she smiled sheepishly, "I mean with Cartman always yelling about how poor you are..." she trailed off, worried she'd struck a nerve.
Kenny just shook his head, "It's just that..." he didn't know what to say. He looked into her hazel eyes. She was the first girl he had felt anything more than lust for in a long time. He wanted to tell her he was afraid to let her see his house, he didn't want to mess this up. He shook his head and came back to his senses. "I don't want you to freak out."
"I won't." Wendy rested a hand on his shoulder.
"Okay." He started, he started driving towards his house.
The worst part about South Park was, to Kenny anyways, how close everything was. They barely had time to engage in small talk before they were pulling up to Kenny's house. The remains of Sodasopa still lingered because no one had bothered to remove them. "We're here." Kenny sighed and parked in the driveway.
"Wow, I had completely forgotten about this place." Wendy said in wonder as she climbed out of the truck. It had been so long since this place had been full of life. Now it looked sluggish; the colors had faded and piles of dirty snow were almost everywhere.
"Everyone did." Kenny took her hand and lead her to the front door. He had been kind of relieved everyone had forgotten about Sodasopa, he liked it better with no one around to annoy him. He took a deep breath as he rested his hand on the door knob. "Are you sure you want to go inside my house?"
Wendy laughed, "Stop being silly." She reached over and opened the door herself, wanting to get out of the cold. The pair stepped inside the house, it wasn't much warmer than it was outside.
Kenny looked around, surprisingly the house wasn't in too bad of shape. His eyes settled on Karen who was sitting on the couch, buried under a blanket, watching TV. The Cable bills were the only bills that ever got paid, his dad used almost all his welfare checks on it.
Karen's eyes snapped up from the TV, "Kenny, mom told me not to turn on the heating because we wouldn't be able to pay the bills if we did."
Kenny's brow furrowed in worry, but he really wasn't surprised. He glanced at Wendy who was tapping the snow off her shoes. Karen stood and walked over looking at Wendy, "Are you Kenny's girlfriend?" She asked.
Wendy laughed and Kenny's face turned red. "No, we're just friends. You must be Karen."
Karen smiled, "That's me. I was just going to make some hot chocolate, do you guys want some?" She questioned.
Kenny nodded and thanked her as she happily skipped off towards the kitchen. "Sorry about the cold." He said, turning to Wendy.
"Stop being sorry, your house is fine." She smiled sweetly.
Kenny knew it was a lie, he sighed and shook his head. "Okay, whatever. Also I have to apologize for my family in advance."
Wendy just laughed in response.
Kenny couldn't figure her out. She was so nice, he didn't know why. "What did you want to do tonight?" He asked her.
Wendy moved a strand of hair behind her ear, "I just wanted to spend time with you." She answered. "I wanted to talk to you..."
He raised an eyebrow, "About?" He slipped his hands in the pockets of his jacket, interested to hear what Wendy had to say.
"About what we talked about earlier." She told him.
Before he had a chance to respond Karen walked back in with two mugs of hot chocolate. She hazarded one to Wendy and then turned to Kenny, extending a mug out for him. "Some hot chocolate for you and your friend." Karen winked.
Kenny rolled his eyes, "Thanks Karen, what would I do without you?"
Kenny and Wendy and settled into Kenny's room and drank their hot chocolate. Wendy had slipped off her purple coat and left it laying next to her boots on the floor. She sat with back against the headboard of Kenny's bed and her legs resting on his lap.
Kenny absentmindedly traced circles with his finger along her tights. "So what did you want to talk about?" He asked, not having any idea that his fingertips were sending shivers up the girls spine.
"About you not believing in love." Wendy looked at him, her eyes trailed down his face.
"Well, if you really want to hear about it, then I'm going to need a cigarette." He pulled out his pack and his lighter from his pocket, he glanced at Wendy as he lit the cigarette and took a drag off of it. "I don't even know where to begin."
He began tracing her tights again, this time on her thigh. It made it hard for her to focus on anything except for that. Wendy couldn't decide if she was deeply in love with Kenny or she was just lusting after him. She definitely felt something though.
"Love never works out." Kenny finally answered.
Wendy waited for more, but he wasn't saying anything else. She raised an eyebrow, "That's it?"
"I don't know exactly how love feels. I mean I know what family love is, I'd do anything for Karen, but that's different." He took a drag and then glanced at Wendy, "You know what I mean? It's so easy to lust after people, but loving someone is a whole different story."
"Love is kind of like a friendship." She said softly. "Except you'd do anything for that person but you still want to fuck them. You have a deep connection with them."
Kenny stopped moving his hand for a moment, resting it on her thigh. He looked deep in thought but then eventually he just shrugged and took a drag.
The pair sat in silence for a moment as went nervously bit her lip. "Hey, Kenny?"
"What is it, baby girl?"
Wendy felt butterflies fill her stomach, "Do you think of me as a fuck buddy or a friend?" She asked.
Kenny had to think about this. He considered Craig his friend, but Wendy was something completely different than that. Although he admitted he probably would have sec with Craig, if given the chance, he didn't think it would be the same as sex with Wendy. He did treat her more like a friend though. He tried to keep fuck buddies at arms length, he would never let them come over to his house just to chill.
He thought back to when Wendy was crying the other day, he had comforted her willingly and hadn't felt uncomfortable about it. She definitely wasn't just a fuck buddy to him. Maybe more like a fuck friend. That didn't seem right either. He couldn't decide where she fit in his life.
Wendy was nervous to hear Kenny's answer. She didn't know if she even wanted to. Kenny looked at her, "I..." he trailed off. He simply didn't know, he couldn't tell her that though. As he continued tracing along her tights his finger tips were suddenly met with warm, soft skin.
"Are you wearing thigh highs?" He asked with a playful smirk, feeling goosebumps appear on her leg.
Wendy felt her face flush, "Uh, yeah." She laughed nervously. She had never intended on wearing them, Bebe had made her buy them. When she saw them this morning she just put them on because she figured no one would find out anyways. Also she was out of normal tights and wanted to wear a skirt.
Kenny grinned, "That's so hot."
Wendy felt her blush deepen as Kenny laughed at her being flustered. He dropped his cigarette in the mug of half drank hot chocolate beside him on the bed. He could never finish a whole mug, it was too sweet. He took her hand and intertwined their fingers. "I don't know what I think of you as."
Wendy looked at their hands, "That's not really an answer..." she pointed out.
Kenny just laughed and glanced at her, "Sorry." They sat in silence for a moment. Kenny looked around his room, it was a pretty sorry sight. The walls were unpainted with a few posters barely hanging on them. He looked at his dresser and noticed his bong sitting atop it.
He stood abruptly, "Have you ever gotten high?" He asked Wendy, although he knew the answer would already be no.
Wendy shook her head, Kenny grinned, "Lets get high together."
"Kenny-"
"Now before you shut me completely down let me promise you nothing bad is going to happen." Kenny cut her off as he began digging through the top drawer of his dresser, looking for a bag of weed that he had bought from Craig a few weeks earlier.
"Kenny I-"
Kenny turned to her with the bag of weed in hand, "It's not going to ruin your life-"
"I was going to agree." Wendy scowled slightly. She figured it couldn't be too bad if Bebe did it all the time. Also she was trying to loosen up a bit.
Kenny smiled and walked back over sitting down on the bed. "You're great, Wendy."
"What's it going to feel like?" Wendy asked as she wanted Kenny pack the weed into the bowl.
"You'll feel like you're flying." Kenny lit the bong and then glanced at her, "Do you want the first hit?" He asked.
Wendy glanced at him, "Uhh..." she laughed softly, "I don't know how." She admitted sheepishly.
Kenny just laughed in response, "Put your mouth here and inhale, try not to cough." He hold the bong for her and watched as she inhaled deeply. He pulled it away once he realized she had had enough. "Now hold it."
Kenny watched Wendy as she tried to hold it, but eventually coughed cause him to laugh again. He took a hit and then passed it back to Wendy, encouraging her to try again. They passed it back and forth for awhile until Kenny got up and wandered over to his dresser once again.
"I know the perfect music to set the tone." He dug around until his top drawer until he found what he was looking for; Sublime's 40 oz. to Freedom CD. He stuck it in his old CD player that he was surprised still worked. "Nothing like listening to songs about being stoned while being stoned."
Wendy laughed as Kenny crawled back in bed with her. She was starting to feel a bit weird, but a good weird. Relaxed and tired and hungry but also very warm and just happy to existing with Kenny. She glanced down at him while he laid in her lap and stared up at her eyes. She stared back into his blue ones and noticed the whites were starting to become bloodshot. "I feel like I'm floating." She sighed, running her fingers through his hair.
"It's a great feeling, isn't it?" He cracked his signature grin as he stared up at her.
"It is." Wendy closed her eyes and rested her head against the headboard. They listened as Sublime filled the room with their reggae melodies. She continued to run her fingers through his hair as she listened. Wendy would never listen to this kind of music on her own but in this moment it seemed just right.
Kenny sleepily sung along to the songs, trailing off every few lines. "Ain't got no money to spend, I hope the night will never end... hey Wendy?"
"Hm?"
"Lets run away together, just you and me. I'd be great. We can go somewhere warm and we wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again." Kenny sat up suddenly, fantasizing about Wendy in a bikini on a warm beach somewhere with him.
Wendy wrapped her arms around him. "I'd love to, but how would we survive?" She pulled herself on to his lap as his hands found his way around her waist.
"Not everything has to be so logical," Kenny chuckled, "Lets just leave." He started kissing her neck softly.
"After high school we can..." Wendy trailed off as she let her eyes flutter shut, "But lets just focus on tonight."
Kenny smiled as he continued, "Sounds like a plan."
I'm so sorry that it took so long to update this chapter, I had a lot of stuff going on. I'm finally back into this story and I'll try and update it sooner! Also the song is Badfish by Sublime if you were wondering. Thanks for reading!
