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Chapter 4: Delighting in the Felony

Kenny's POV

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First Period

I sat in the back of the classroom, amongst the rotting textbooks and stench of decaying linen. The monotonous Southern drawl of the woman at the front of the room faded against my skull, and it felt as though my temples had eroded away.

I had this class with Tweek and Butters. I spared Tweek a curious glance, taking in his mossy bottle green eyes and yellow-blonde hair. I smirked. Craig had good taste. A spastic, cute blonde. All those spasms? Like a fucking 5'6" vibrator! Must be all that caffeine. But my smiled soon softened. Craig loved him. Craig loved Tweek. They loved each other.

A molten sensation rippled fervently against my ribcage, and a whole lexicon of thought spilled into my throat. My finger smoothed over the wheel of my MP3, and onto the volume, static white noise dripping steadily into my ears, and I immediately cast my gaze to the blonde in front of me. Butters.

He shifted uncomfortably, and I smiled tenderly, running the palms of my hands along the worn base of my desk.

'How'd I get so fucked up?' I thought lightheartedly. I broke from my train of thought, and set to reading a few of the scribbled notes along the desk. 'Haley loves Carson,' a girl's shy, bubbly note read. I smiled to myself, and my blue gaze flicked up momentarily to glance at the back of Butter's head.

The teacher continued to heave up worded bile and point to the summaries written on the board.

Now, this was sex-ed, but what did I not know? Doggy style, 69's, missionary, I've done it all. And I had gotten bored of putting condoms on bananas, so I stuck to eating them instead, despite the looks I got from the teacher and the giggles from the students.

I returned to reading the notes, and my eyes settled upon one, tiny, though colorfully flamboyant note in the corner. 'You have to learn to harbor chaos, to give birth to a true star.' My mouthful of air spilled out into the air in front of me, hanging dejectedly for a moment, before I sharply pulled it back in, as though rationing my breaths.

"Mr. McCormick and Mr. Stotch!" I jolted up, instinctively adopting a guilty look. "H-huh?," I forced out precariously, discreetly pulling out my headphones. She cast a bored look my way. "You will be working with Mr. Stotch today. Is that fine with you?" I nodded unevenly, getting up to stand by Butter's desk.

He smiled happily up at me, his brilliant blue eyes resting on my face cheerily. Fuck the fluttering, I felt as though I was about to vomit butterflies.

He stood slowly, and I watched, riveted, as though every one of his movements held a certain deliberation on his part. "S-so, Kenny, I thought w-we could do our project at my house?" I stared at him stupidly, and his brows furrowed. "Kenny?" I shuddered reluctantly, and heat pooled in smoldering puddles that dispersed beneath my frozen skin.

"So, dude, w-what are we doing?" He glanced up at me momentarily, before furrowing his brows and concentrating on his open notebook. "Physical A-Attraction."

'What the fuck!???' My thoughts staggered like drunkards about my mind, hurtling into walls and just...breaking shit.

Damnit.

I squinted up at the clock, and realized that class was over.

The harsh ring of the bell sailed along the stifling space, and I watched as students shuffled to their next period, while Butters smiled back at me. "B-bye Kenny! See you at lunch."

I nodded ardently, and stupidly, my heart thrumming in light, harmonious rhythm against my chest.

I think I've fallen for him. And pretty hard.

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I sailed wordlessly down the hall, and to my locker, pausing to study its surface. Fluorescent yellow paint splotches bloomed steadily like repulsive marigolds upon the bleak metal face. This school was so poor.

We had chipped paint everywhere, and the whole fucking building smelled of formaldehyde and cheerios.

My fingers groped (A/N: with a mouth full of gummy worms hahahahahahahahahahah!!! ) awkwardly over the ribbed dial of my lock, and I tore the locker open. I scanned it's contents, before sighing and closing it gently. 'What a psycho,' my thoughts chirped up, and I had the strong desire to rip my skull from the side of my face.

I turned around abruptly to meet the face of one redhead. "Damn, dude! What the fuck?! Don't do that again!" Kyle smirked... knowingly? at me, glossy, coppery waves spilling into his face. His lime green eyes studied my face, and I could almost feel the radiation bleeding into my system. He had nice eyes... like Butters...'Come to think of it... Stan's got some perdy good taste, too.'

I smirked arrogantly to myself, and Kyle cocked his head in curiosity, pressing his back to the lockers.

"Um, Stan asked me to go to the movies with him tonight." My smirk faded away into a smile, and I shook Kyle's shoulders. "Man! That's good! So, is it like, it'll just be you and him?"

A dusty pink graced Kyle's fair face, and I realized that he had been blushing. He glanced down at his Converse shyly, and nodded, a small smile forming upon his lips.

"But, what if he doesn't think of it as a date? Like, it's just like all the other times," he looked up at me, desperate for an answer. I shut my eyes stubbornly and shook my head, squeezing Kyle's shoulders lightly. "Then, me and Cartman would have gone. 'Just like all the other times', remember?"

His expression brightened and he leaped up at me, hugging me. "You're such a good friend, Ken!," he squealed. I laughed, and nodded, my heart lurching. A pair of brilliant, watery blue eyes caught my eye, and I released Kyle.

Butters stood next to me, his face smiling and just as adorable. The world darkened, and the edges of it became blurred, like in some dumbass soap opera. A Spanish ballad (twangy guitars and romantic chords and all!) began to drip steadily around us. I handed him a rose, and he swooned.

"Kenny... Kenny? KENNY, GODDAMNIT!!!!"

I jolted immediately, realizing the funny and amused looks I got from Kyle, and the oblivious ones of Butters.

"Uh, what?" I muttered weakly, and Kyle smirked good-naturedly. "I'll see you in the cafeteria, dude." I nodded, and he cast a deliberate look back at me as he walked away.

I gulped, and turned back to Butters. "H-hey, dude." Since when did I stutter?

My face was hot, and through my embarrassment I noticed that he was... blushing? "Hi, Kenny."

He smiled adorably up at me, and flicked his blonde bangs from his eyes, before leaning into me, and wrapping his arms around my neck, his cheek pressed up against my chest.

I suddenly began to ration my breaths, again.

He pulled away, his fair face radiant and rosy, his blue eyes shy and cautious. "S-sorry." I glanced down, and offered him a genuine smile, and wrapped my arms around him, my cheek nestled in the tousled blonde locks. I can truly say that it felt right.

He released a sigh, and leaned back up against me, his breathing gradual and peaceful. My hand moved to the small of his back, following the slight curve, fingers tracing along the slight dip.

...it felt right.

We both broke away abruptly, looking guilty and gratified all at once. I laughed nervously. "Hey, let's go get lunch, okay?" He nodded unevenly, and I realized that our fingers had been intertwined.

He bit his lip, and our hands parted.

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The Cafeteria

Damn. I didn't have lunch, and I had spent the 10 bucks I had with me on booze two nights before.

I sat at our designated table, holding my head in my palm. Stan, Kyle, Craig, Tweek and Clyde were still in the line. Butters had gone back to his locker to get something. He had his lunch, what did he have to go back to get?

I sighed submissively, my eyes scanning over the smoldering, bright colors that danced around the cafeteria. People. Students. Peers.

I felt someone shift beside me, and I looked up, to see Butters, a dogged expression settled onto his face, a fat brown lunch sack in his hand.

"This," he gestured to the fatass sack lunch, "is y-yours, Kenny." He smiled and placed it in front of me. He sat back down, and beamed at me. I cast him a curious look. "Dude, what's this? You didn't have to do this.."

He shook his head, and patted the sack's side. "I m-made some more sugar c-cookies for you. And there's a b-bottle of C-coke, too."

I looked inside, and saw a thick chicken deli sandwich, the coke, a small bundle of about 4 or five of the cookies, a peach, and a small container of ribbon shaped pasta. It looked awesome. Better than the lunch here at school, and at home...

"Hey, dude!" I heard Stan call out, the rest of the guys following him to the table. They all sat down, and I glanced over at Craig as he pecked Tweek on his nose, the looks that Stan and Kyle exchanged unknowingly.

I turned to Butters and smiled. "Thanks. It looks great."

I leaned over and planted a doting kiss to his temple, and moved down to his lips, and it seemed as though time itself had gone off and fucked itself. His lips were warm and dewy, supple and sweet. I pulled away, feeling pairs of eyes on my cheek, those watery blue eyes looking back at me with a look of surprise and... was it disgust?

I got up abruptly, and tore down the aisle, my mind caking over with dust and abhorrence. Molten tears burned in smoldering paths down my face, and I felt my heart collapse in on itself.

'What the hell have I done?'

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