A/N: Hey guys ppl keep messaging me asking if Stan will come back and the answer is no he won't. Before I took a break for four years from this story I had planned to kill him off anyways. I just wanted to clear that up bc of a lot of people seem upset but it's a KENDY fic and Stan had to go. Sorry Stan lovers this probably isn't the story for you.
Kenny spent the next two days avoiding Wendy any way he could. He needed time to let his hickey heal, it was barely visible today but there was still a hint. He'd been stealing Karen's foundation to cover it up the best he could.
Despite avoiding Wendy physically, he still texted her, almost every second of the day. He hoped that Bebe hadn't been around her enough to notice.
Wednesday after school Kenny was working at Tweek Bros. He was standing behind the counter, sweeping. Tweek sat at the counter and was scrolling through his phone. He was fidgety as always.
Kenny has been thinking about his time with Kyle the past few days too. Ever since he'd seen Kyle he hadn't been able to get his mind off Stan. Every Sunday morning he would come by the coffee shop and order a black coffee. He would then proceed to sit down at the counter and pour Bailey's Irish cream into his coffee. He'd usually down the whole cup before leaving for church, an activity his parents made him do.
"You're the best Kenny," Stan would slur, every single time. Kenny always felt guilty, he considered refusing to serve him, but then again... the coffee already had meth in it.
The door opened with a jingle of bells and Tweek jumped up quickly in fear of being caught slacking on the job. "Welcome to Tweek Bros!" He said energetically as he walked behind the counter.
Kenny looked up and saw Wendy. He felt his blood rush through him and his heart start to beat quickly. "Hey, Wendy." He said, raising a hand to wave and nearly dropping a broom.
Wendy laughed and walked over, sitting down at the counter. "I was starting to think you were avoiding me."
Kenny has almost forgetter how sweet her voice sounded. It was like music to his ears. "What would give you that idea?" Kenny smiler crookedly, he felt guilty.
"I haven't seen you in days." Wendy smiled, "Can you make me a hot chocolate please?"
Kenny began to make her a hot chocolate. Heavy cream instead of milk, with marshmallows, whipped cream, and just a sprinkle of cinnamon. Kenny found that the cinnamon always changed the taste just a bit, he hoped she liked it.
"It's on the house." Kenny smiled and handed Wendy her hot chocolate.
"Thanks, Kenny, you're the best." She smiled as he held it, waiting for it to cool.
"Anything for you, Wendy." Kenny saw Tweek staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He felt his face start to flush.
"So Kenny... are you free any time soon? I've missed seeing you." Wendy took the first sip of hot chocolate. Kenny watcher her face for a reaction, she closed her eyes as she sipped it, "Mmm, what did you do to this?" She questioned.
"Just a little cinnamon and cream." Kenny winked at her, "I'm free later this week, not really until Saturday though." Kenny felt like he was being watched. Was Bebe in this restaurant?
"Aw, really? What are you doing?" Wendy asked she continued to sip her drink.
"Well work today and tomorrow, and every Friday night I get together with Craig, Token, and Clyde," Kenny explained, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked behind him to see Tweek.
"If you want you can go, Kenny. Gah-it's so slow, and we close in a few hours anyway." Tweek smiled. What was he doing?
Wendy's eyes lit up, "Oh please, Kenny? We can go to my house. My parents won't be home for a few hours, we can do whatever we want."
"I don't know..." Kenny thought of the makeup on his neck, his stomach turned.
"Come on Kenny, think of this as gah- me officially sending you home for the day." Tweek reached out and pulled Kenny's apron off him. "I'll clock you out, see you tomorrow." He smiled and walked away leaving Kenny and Wendy alone.
Kenny stepped out from behind the counter, "I guess I'm all yours." He smiled at her. She grinned back and reached down to grab his hand.
It felt so soft in his. Kenny's heart beat faster.
"I can drive us to your place," Kenny said after they stepped outside. Wendy wrapped her arm around his.
"Sounds good! I've missed you, Kenny. I'm so happy you got out of work." She smiled up at him, Kenny smiled back.
They got in his truck and Kenny started down the road. Judas Priest was still blasting from the radio. He'd never get around to changing it.
When they got to Wendy's house she led him inside. Wendy's house was warm and smelled like bergamot and laundry soap.
"Will you come upstairs with me? I want to get changed out of these clothes." Wendy gestured to her dress. Kenny wondered if she was wearing tights or thigh highs.
They walked upstairs and into Wendy's room. It was the first time Kenny had been in it. The walls were a soft purple and she had white furniture. Kenny sat down on her bed when they got inside. "I like your room."
"Thanks," Wendy stood in front of her closet, digging around for something to wear.
"Purple is my second favorite color, you know?" Kenny grinned. He'd never started to like purple until recently. Now when he saw it it made him think of Wendy. She was always in some sort of purple clothing.
"Really?" Wendy asked, "I never knew that. It's my favorite color." She lifted up her dress over her head.
Kenny's eyes settled on her. He couldn't help but trace his eyes over her form. She was wearing thigh highs and a nice red pair of underwear. It gave Kenny a great view of her ass. He couldn't help but stare at her.
She turned around, "What's your favorite color?" She asked.
Kenny took a moment to answer, fixated on her body. She was wearing a bright red bra to match. "Take a guess." He replied. At that moment his favorite color was red.
"Probably orange." Wendy turned back around and pulled a shirt over her head followed by a pair of baggy sweatpants. Kenny still thought she looked great.
"You caught me," Kenny replied. Wendy came and sat down next to him on the bed.
"You know, purple and orange go well together." Wendy looked up at him.
Kenny couldn't help but look at her lips. They were soft and pink, sparkly. "Yeah, maybe." They seemed really close now.
"No, they do," Wendy insisted, "People that say they don't are wrong."
"You're really passionate about colors." Kenny said softly, "It's cute."
His palms were sweaty. Why was he so nervous? He had kissed plenty of people but with Wendy, his mind was swimming. They were so close all Kenny had to do was close the gap. His mind raced, did his breath smell like cigarettes? Was she wanting him to kiss her? Was Bebe secretly watching?
His mind was silenced by her soft lips reaching his. His eyes wide for a split second before he sunk into the kiss. It suddenly all felt so right.
His hands met her waist, pulling her close to him. Her hands tangled in his shaggy hair, pulling him close.
Kenny couldn't think straight for a moment. It was the best kiss he'd ever had. When he pulled away his eyes were lidded.
Wendy was smiling at him. A moment of silence passed, they stared into each other's eyes.
They kissed again, this time Kenny taking the lead. He pulled her on top of him and laid back.
It all felt so perfect. Kenny had never felt so warm. He felt like he belonged here. He felt like he was supposed to be kissing Wendy forever. Was this...?
Wendy sat up and Kenny stared up at her. She was straddling him, her hands on her shoulders. "What's that look for?"
Kenny just stared back. She was so beautiful. Her hair fell softly in her face. "Wendy..." Kenny felt his heart start to beat quicker. Was this love? He felt nothing but pure happiness. He wanted to tell her, but he couldn't, could he? No, he couldn't, he wanted to but he couldn't. They'd only been talking for a month. They weren't even dating. Kenny didn't even know what love was.
Was this lust? No, it was deeper than that. Wendy made him happy, she made him feel like he was home, she made him feel like he belonged somewhere. He dreamed about running away with her, moving to the beach, and relaxing all day next to her while drinking pina Coladas.
He felt scared though. Did she feel the same way about him? Did she want him too? Or did she just want to hookup like everyone else? Kenny didn't know if had the same dreams as him. The thought of her rejecting him scared him. The thought that he might love someone made him sick to his stomach.
Wendy had slid off Kenny's shirt, she was kissing his chest softly. She slid her fingers down his side and sent chills up his spine, "Wendy..." he said again, letting his eyes flutter closed.
Maybe all Wendy wanted to do was hook up with him. She had slept with him the first time they'd hung out.
He felt her hands tugging at his belt. Now all he could do was try to make love to her while wondering if she was just in it to fuck.
•••
Wendy laid in her bed as Kenny slept. Their naked bodies still pressed together. Kenny was holding her close.
She set her hand over his and smiled. He felt so warm. She shifted slightly and Kenny readjusted, pulling her close to him again.
"Where are you going?" He mumbled softly.
Wendy giggled, "I thought you were asleep."
"I thought we had to make the most of our time before your parents got him." She could almost see Kenny smiling. "I was just resting my eyes."
Wendy smiled, "Oh I see."
Wendy wrapped her hands around his arms and closed her eyes. It felt nice to be held by him. Sun was pouring in from the window. For the first time in months, Wendy didn't feel cold.
She felt Kenny kiss her neck softly. "What do you want to do now?" He asked.
Wendy wanted to just relax. She wanted to stay in this moment forever, with Kenny. She wondered what he was thinking. She couldn't help but feeling like he had been avoiding her all week. She could've sworn she saw him step out of the hallway when she entered. "Can I ask you something?"
She felt Kenny's hands begin to softly play with her hair as he pulled back a bit. A cold draft slipped between their bodies as he pulled away. Wendy frowned, why was he backing away now?
"Of course," Kenny replied, running his hands through her short hair.
"Have you been avoiding me?" She asked, she felt Kenny's hands hesitate before going back to mess with her hair.
"I've just been really busy." Kenny sounded neutral. Wendy couldn't get a good gauge on him.
"It's just that I feel like you've been avoiding me at school. Is something wrong?" She asked again.
"Really? I just thought our paths hadn't crossed lately." He sounded so nonchalant. He did have a point though. They barely ran into each other most days. But still, she usually saw him in the lunchroom.
"Yeah but I haven't seen you at lunch lately."
Kenny was silent for a moment. Had he been ignoring her?
"I've been smoking all lunch period." Kenny replied, "I haven't been having a very good week. In fact, I've barely eaten shit all week." She felt Kenny roll away from her.
"Why? Are you okay?" She asked, sitting up. She felt Kenny's eyes linger on her breasts before he made eye contact with her and smiled.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a really bad trip on Monday. My parents kind of drugged me." He explained, "They let me smoke a laced joint."
Wendy wondered if he was telling the truth. "Laced with what?" She questioned, she stood up from the bed and started to look for her clothes.
"PCP." He replied, "Worst trip of my life. I haven't smoked since. I'm feeling kind of paranoid." She glanced at him, he was staring up at the ceiling. She started getting dressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She said, pulling on her pants. What was she even supposed to say about that?
"Yeah, it's okay." She could hear Kenny get up and start rummaging around for his clothes.
"Are your parents like..." Wendy started, she didn't know how to finish without sounding somewhat offensive.
"Drug addicts? Abusive? White trash? Alcoholics? Criminals? Poor?" Kenny sounded somewhat annoyed, Wendy turned to face him. "I'm trying to be better than them though." He sounded somewhat defeated. His back was towards her, he sat on the bed facing out towards the wall. Wendy looked at his body. She'd never noticed how scrawny he was before now. His solder blades protruded from his back and she could see his ribs and spine, though just barely.
"Aren't we all trying to be better though," Kenny mumbled, he was pulling on his shirt now.
Wendy stayed silent.
"Karen's the only person in my family who's going places." Kenny flopped back on the bed. Wendy came and laid down on the bed too. They both looked up at the ceiling.
"Whatever happened to Kevin?" Wendy questioned. Kenny hadn't mentioned him. He'd disappeared from South Park right after he graduated. He was only a few years older than them. Wendy remembered him being the typical bully in elementary school, he was always stealing kids' lunch money. Then again, she didn't know if she could blame him.
"Kevin..." Kenny started, "he's... not doing better than my parents let's say that."
"Oh."
Wendy was itching to know what had happened. But I guess that would have to wait for another day.
"Hey, I should probably get going." Kenny stood up quickly, Wendy sat up as well. She's wondered if she'd hit a sore spot.
"Thanks for pulling me away from work." Kenny pulled his hood up over his head.
"Let me walk you out." She offered, standing up and leading him downstairs. She knew he had nowhere else to be. She wondered where he was going. Maybe Kenny did just view her as a fuck buddy. Her heart sank as she opened the front door for him. "When can I see you again?" She asked, she felt like it was one last fleeting hope before he viewed her differently for the rest of her life.
Kenny gave her a crooked smile. "I'll see you really soon, okay?"
"Okay, yeah," Wendy said softly, she wished he would stay. "Text me okay?" She asked, looking up and her eyes meeting his.
"Of course, babygirl." He kissed her softly before disappearing into the white snow.
Wendy closed the door and felt her heart speed up. She hadn't felt this in love since the first time she'd met Stan.
•••
On the drive home, Kenny felt empty. He didn't know why. He felt like maybe Bebe was looking over his shoulder.
He hadn't thought about Kevin in a long time. He tried not to. Maybe that's why he felt the need to leave in a hurry.
He pulled into his driveway and his phone vibrated. He grabbed it out of the cupholder. It was a text from Craig, he let out a sigh of relief that it wasn't Bebe.
Kenny got out of his truck and slammed the door a bit too hard. He didn't mind it as he trudged through the snow and up to his front door.
Inside his house was quiet, a little too quiet for his liking. Beer cans were strewn across the floor in the living room, but the smell of pot was faint. He figured his parents must've been gone, or something.
He flopped down on the couch and swung his legs up across the table, knocking of empty cans as he did so. He let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to be alone, but he did wonder where Karen was. He turned on the TV and settled in.
He felt like his mind was elsewhere. He could barely focus on the TV. He hoped Wendy wasn't upset with him for leaving so quickly.
A few hours went by with Kenny dosing on and off on the couch. Eventually, he woke up because the wind pushed one of the windows open, letting in a big stream of air and snow.
He grumbled as he got up to push it shut. The house still looked the same, "Mom? Dad?" He called out. There was no reply, "Karen?" He called. Still nothing.
He pulled his phone out. He had no messages from any of them. He did have a message from Wendy though:
Sorry if I hit a sore spot earlier, I didn't mean to make you upset
Kenny just sighed and replied telling her it was okay. He wandered into the kitchen to see if there was some kind of not or something detailing where his family went. The kitchen was unusually messy. There was a broken bottle of vodka on the floor and beer cans and pipes strewn across the counters.
His phone vibrated, it was Wendy again.
When can we hang out again?
Damn, Kenny thought. There was nothing more that he wanted to do right now than see Wendy. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking in his kitchen. No one was around to see him anyway.
He texted Wendy back and told her he'd let her know really soon. At the moment he had bigger things on his mind. He texted Karen and asked her where she was. It was getting late at this point. It was unusual for her to stay out this late.
Kenny normally wouldn't do this but since he was worried about Karen he decided to text his parents. He made a group chat and messaged them asking where they were.
He heard a ding come from the front room. He walked into the living room and saw his mom's phone on the floor in a pile of trash. He just sighed. It was typical of his parents to leave things behind, they were never in their right mind.
He took a long drag from his cigarette and sat back down on the couch. He texted Craig:
Is Karen with Ruby?
He figured she probably was. But it was still strange that she didn't text him back. Kenny anxiously awaited his response. He drummed his fingers on the couch and lit up another cigarette.
He tried to watch the TV but he just felt uneasy. He felt his phone ring and grabbed it quickly.
No, Ruby is here but Karen isn't, why?
"God damnit, what the fuck?" Kenny questioned out loud. He ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know who else to text at this point.
He continued smoking for a moment. He debated going to get a joint, but he was still uneasy from his last experience while high.
His phone started ringing. He figured it was probably Craig calling him back. He looked at his phone, it was Cartman. "What the fuck?" He groaned, but still answered anyway.
He raised his phone to his ear and laughed came blaring through. "Kenny you gotta turn on channel seventy-two-" cartman could barely get through his sentence without laughing. "I'm White Trash and I'm in Trouble is on and you need to check out out."
"Cartman I'm not in the mood for this right now. I have no idea where my sister is-"
Cartman cut him off with a loud laugh, "Change your TV to channel 72, you'll find her."
Kenny grabbed his remote and changed the channel.
"They're about to say it, they're about to say it." Cartman was cackling now.
Kenny looked at the TV.
"I'm white trash and I'm in trouble." It was his mother's voice from the TV. He watched mortified as his parents got arrested on national television for the second time. In the background, he saw Karen talking to a cop.
"Oh, shit..." Kenny hung up on Cartman, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He ran to his room and grabbed his backpack. He started haphazardly throwing in clothing. He needed to get out of here quickly. He hesitated before throwing his bag of weed in his bag too.
He hoped he still had time before the cops came looking for him. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to be sent to a temporary foster home. He was so close to being eighteen too, just a few more months. He slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his keys.
"I can't take my truck, they'll find me even faster." He groaned and set his keys back down. He pulled out his phone and hesitated for a moment for calling Craig.
Craig answered quickly, "Did you find Karen?" He asked.
"Yeah well... it's a long story." Kenny started out, "I need a place to stay do you think I could stay at your house for a day or two?" He asked. He knew after a few days the cops would give up searching for him and just classify him as a runaway and call it a day.
Kenny explained the situation to Craig on the phone while he drove over to pick him up. He knew Craig's parents wouldn't mind him staying, they didn't mind much. Most Friday nights they let a gaggle of teenage boys smoke weed in their basement.
When Craig arrived Kenny ran out to his car. "Thanks, man, I just need to lay low until this blows over."
Craig just shrugged, "It's no biggie. Do you think Karen is okay?" He asked.
"I hope so. I can't get ahold of her. I have no idea where they took her." Kenny sighed and relaxed back into the seat.
"Do you think your parents will be gone for long?" Craig questioned as he drove.
"No idea. They're never gone for too long though so I doubt it." Kenny hoped they'd be back soon, just for Karen's sake.
"Where were you when your parents got arrested?" Craig asked.
"I was with Wendy," Kenny replied. "We were hanging out."
"Did she give you any more hickies? That last one was wild." He let out a low chuckle.
Kenny touched his neck, "That wasn't even from her-"
"Ah, so you are still a player." Craig cut him off, snickering.
Kenny just shook his head, "It was Bebe, she gave it to me while tripping on PCP. I didn't even realize it until the next day. She hates me, you know? She doesn't want me to be with Wendy."
"Wait, why not? I thought they were best friends."
"They are, that's what makes this so hard. Look, Bebe is threatening to tell Wendy me and her and still sleeping together to prove that I'm not good for Wendy." Kenny looked out the window, "I'm starting to believe that she's right."
The pair rode in silence for a moment.
"You know Kenny, you deserve to be happy," Craig replied after a moment. "Do you really like Wendy that much?"
"She's..." Kenny tried to find a word to suit Wendy. "She's amazing." He finished, "I don't even know what she sees in a guy like me. I'm just as bad as Stan was. She hated that Stan drank but I'm high every day. I just don't see what's happening here."
Silence again. Kenny and Craig were both so quiet. Kenny felt like this was the most he and Craig talked in their whole friendship. The air was kind of heavy. Kenny wondered if he was bringing Craig down with his sad atmosphere of thoughts.
"But I don't know. Bebe will keep us apart anyway. She has more balls than me." Kenny chuckled and looked down.
Craig liked over at him worriedly, Kenny just ignored it.
"Hey, I brought some weed." Kenny changed the subject. "I think most it belongs to you for letting me stay with you." He grinned.
"Hell yeah," Craig smiled, "Let's smoke tonight." Craig pulled up to his house and pulled in his garage. Kenny thought he was so lucky to be able to work in the garage.
They walked inside and the house was dark and quiet. Kenny never paid much mind to Craig's parents. They hardly seemed around most days. Craig led him down to the basement and they both plopped down on the couch.
Craig started reaching around and pulled out a grinder. Kenny didn't have to be told to hand over the weed. As Craig ground the weed Kenny grabbed the remote. He began to flip through the channels mindlessly. "What do you wanna watch?" Kenny questioned.
He looked over and Craig was setting up his bong. "You know me, whatever's on. If I'm high I'll enjoy the shit out of it."
Kenny settled on Happy Gilmore. It was on and it was Adam Sandler. Kenny never thought he was too bad.
"The first hit's for you," Craig grinned and shoved the bong in Kenny's direction.
Kenny took a hit and passes it. He coughed his lungs out. They passed it back and forth, both getting faded and barely paying attention to the TV.
Eventually, Craig fell asleep and Happy Gilmore ended. Kenny looked over at Craig sleeping on the couch. He pulled himself up off the couch and headed to the bathroom.
He wished he'd remembered to grab a toothbrush. He pissed and washed his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror.
"I wonder what Wendy sees in me?" He questioned out loud. His mind had been drifting back to her all night. He wondered if she had seen his parents get arrested on TV. He felt embarrassed all over again.
He walked out of the bathroom and saw the light was on in Craig's room. He walked inside. His room smelled like pot and like his guinea pig, which he had named Stripe after the first one. "Hey man, I gotta get to bed." Craig yawned, "Are you coming to school tomorrow?"
"I can't. They'll pull me out of class." Kenny handed really thought this through. No matter what he did he'd have to return to school at some point. He just knew there was no way in hell he was going tomorrow.
"Okay well, make yourself comfy on the couch. I'll see you when I get home tomorrow. Damn, I wish I could miss school." Craig threw Kenny a pillow and blanket.
"Just stay at home with me," Kenny replied.
"I would but I have a test in math tomorrow and if I miss it I'll bra a pain in the ass to make up." Craig smiled, "Hey will you turn my light out on the way out?"
Kenny nodded as he left the room. He went to the couch and laid down. The blanket Craig gave him was soft and silky, but still warm. It was nicer than all the blankets Kenny owned.
Kenny needed to plot his next move, but for now, all he could do was sleep.
