Bubbly: sorry, it's a short one this time! short update! last chapter, Kenny was scheduled to meet Bebe at 8 for some 'fun'. this takes place afterwards! just makin' sure you know!!
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Chapter 7: It was a good day...
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It's four o'clock in the morning, and the image of dour blue eyes laces its way into my disquieting thoughts. The clement beads of sweat sail upon my frozen skin, and I swear that I could just feel the salt of it cake onto my crestfallen form. I cast a knotted glance at my female counterpart, laying in bed beside me, sky blue bed sheets pooled haphazardly about my exposed hips.
The sex was good. It was great. We could both fuck, to say the least. I rested my head about my arms, and I turned my head slightly to consider the girl who lay beside me.
Slutty, blonde, pretty dumb. We're both whores, too. My features contort childishly, and I feel the frown grace my lips. I suddenly feel an abrupt resentment towards Bebe, as if it was truly her fault. The full impact of what I had just done began to saturate my surface, and I immediately felt guilt.
I had cheated on Butters. But were we really together?
Butters... I felt his sweet dulcet tones spilling over my taut gray skin, his luminous blue eyes regarding me with candid affection. I don't know what I'd do if he left. I never realized how close he was to me. "It was a good day..." I sing the lyrics off key and out of tune, but do I really give fuck?
These one night stands always left me questioning the world, my current situation, how I got there, in bed with a complete stranger, and sometimes not, but most importantly, if it was love that had led me there.
I always knew the answer before I had asked.
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I spare a glance at the digital clock that rests upon Bebe's dresser. The violent red forms burn into my skull, I'm so fuckin' tired. "Only 4:18 A.M ?" I murmur to myself absentmindedly, my voice subdued and stifled as I try to pull on my black track jacket. My jeans are slung low upon my hips, and I work to zip them up.
I sweep a few tousled blonde bangs from my somnolent gaze, lacing up my dingy converses before traipsing lightly through the bedroom door.
I wonder why I never took the night shift at work. I never can get to sleep, anyways.
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I'm walking down the sidewalk towards my apartment, and everything is motionless in the blistering blue streetlight, though the sky is still that same velvety black, and the monotonous drone of traffic lies crestfallen upon the pavement.
My breaths tremble briefly upon the thin air before dispersing before my eyes, lost in the mind-numbing atmosphere of this mountain town. South Park.
I take another long drag upon the cigar I had 'borrowed' from Bebe's father, and my muscles relax as my gaze travels alongside the thick smoke ring floating out in front of me.
Just two days before, I had been another person. The kind of guy who asks for non-dairy creamer, and calls his wife 'darling' or 'honeydew' or something equally...gay. I had been spitting out sappy one liners like my life depended on it, just to make Butters smile.
But, now...I was the same dejected derelict, the happy drunk, the slut. "It was a good day..." I try my luck again at singing the song right, and I fail just like before.
Stan had Kyle. Craig had Tweek. I had Butters. But I don't think he had me, yet. I had cheated, and we hadn't even been officially together. Two days of sickeningly satisfying affection, and I had already fucked it up for just 4 hours of rough, dirty, sweaty sex, and a damp cigar. Damn my luck.
I eye my apartment building resignedly, and sigh, as I cast the cigar from my lips and onto the street.
"It's now or never." Never, is the option I choose.
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It's five o'clock in the morning, and I'm still standing at my apartment's door, mentally debating whether or not I should open it just yet. The sound of my keys scraping together grates against my nerves, like a ball of tinfoil being ground against my spinal cord. Just...annoying.
I open the door, and drag my feet against the carpet, until I'm looking over the side of the couch. Butters lies there, his blonde hair disheveled, his nose red, his eyelashes damp with tears. He had been...crying?
But why? My gaze searched the room franticly, thinking of just what he could possibly have been upset about.
"Oh shit--" I begin to massage my temples with the fingertips of my deadening hands, and a broken sigh passes my lips.
I didn't tell him I wouldn't be home, today.
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Bubbly: ERrrr!!! sorry for the short chappy. I know, I know, it took pretty long! but, I don't have enough reviews!!! it makes me think this story sux!!
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