Thank you for the reviews! Sorry for the slow update, I had exams at school and then magically England had a huge heatwave and it was to hot to write. Beware, this chapter is quite beefy. As in long...
It had been a month since Bebe's house party, and the whole school was still talking about it. They were still ripping on people who had made a no-show, and laughing at the photos plastered around the school, of Craig and Kyle passed out in the back of Tokens car; all courtesy of Clyde Donovan. I myself had received a few jibes from the twelfth graders, who had found out I stayed drug free that night; but were less condescending when they heard I had been fucking Marnie instead.
Since then I had got a job at the new TGI Friday branch that had opened up over past Starks Pond. Actually, a few from my grade had got jobs there, since they had just opened, and needed staff quickly. I carpooled with Clyde who had got a Volvo for his seventeenth, and spent ten minutes convincing him that: yes Clyde, your shiny silver Volvo does mean you have something in common with Edward Cullen- which was a faggy but good laugh. Using Clyde's cell, I make a quick phone call to Kevin, to make sure he knows to drop the truck off in the car park later; cause' Clydes working later than me tonight and if Kevin forgot then I was walking my ass home. Anyway, at the moment Clyde's pretty popular for his photography skills, except for with Kyle and Craig; Craig flipped him off and Kyle just ignored him. Although, Kyle's been ignoring nearly everyone since the party; I dunno' whats up with him though.
We arrive at work and parked around the back, where they had a separate car park for staff. Staff sounds really fancy huh? Its not as fancy when some stuck up ass snaps their fingers and calls 'waiter!' or when your trying to keep calm whilst pulling somebody else's kids of the Blue's Brothers mannequins. That's why Craig never made it through his trial run, he flipped everyone off after he took their order; then asked some kid with tourettes if he could do their laundry. Cause' for some reason, at TGI Friday,if you say that and: 'if I could say titty sprinkles to my boss and get away with it, I would be sooo happy' its classed as sexual harrasment. That and he violated health and saftey by bringing in his fucking guinea pig,in his pocket; while his house was being fumigated, Stripe got out and shit in the Jack Daniel's sauce. We all wanted our jobs so we agreed to say nothing and just let Craig go. Craig's pretty fucked up.
I went into the backroom and changed into my uniform, you get to customise it kinda'; so its pretty cool. I just wear my shirt, and let the braces swing down past my waist. Clyde pulls his up over his shoulders and decorates them with funny badges like: Everyones entitled to be stupid, but your abusing the privilege, and I'm Llama for Obama and my personal favourite: My boobs are REAL!
I start off with taking a few orders, whilst wishing I was behind the bar; cause it was super hot tonight, and I was craving the booze. I did a little flirt 'n' serve with some hot girls, who seemed to appreciate it; and why shouldn't they? I felt like sliding into the booth and sitting with them all evening, but I couldn't; its moments like these when your job sucks. But then you remember how good the pay is, and the suckiness ceases to matter. With this job I had money to help my mom pay the bills on time,and we had enough left over to give to Karen; so she could go to the ice rink with her friends. Nothing could really ruin the pride I had inside at bringing the money home. Right now, life was sweet.
I got lost in the midst of my shift, the later it got, the busier the restaurant. When Clyde stopped me mid work and told me I could take a break- I was so relieved. I was thirsty as hell and someones kid had gotten to the thermostat, making the temp soar and thus making me sweat a hella' lot. I would have done nearly anything for a clean shirt at that point. I walked with a slight skip in my step to the backroom where I collapsed onto the wooden bench for a moment. Another employee, Khloe, closed her locker with a smirk. "Its alright for some." she smiled, before crossing her index and middle fingers together. "Wish me luck." she added before walking out. I think thats just how it is, whether its your school, job or family and friends; you don't genuinely hate em' but you complain. After Khloe had left I closed my eyes for a moment, taking in the blissful silence apart from the sound of water and gas rushing through the maze of pipes in the ceiling.
Then door swung open behind me, and I glanced up; expecting it to be Clyde finishing for his break, instead I saw a pink haired gal I thought I wouldn't have to see again. "What are you doing here?" I frowned in confusment, and Marnie frowned back. "Nice to see you too asshole."
"I didn't mean it like that." I sighed, rolling my eyes tiredly; I wasn't in the mood, nor had the energy to argue. Marnie sighed as well, sitting on the bench. "I know you didn't." she said, rubbing her eyes. It was then I noticed how tired she looked, with dark circles shining under her eyes.
"Whats up then?" I asked sitting next to her as I changed shirts. It was nice to see Marnie, and if she was asking for another hook up- then hell yeah. But I still wasn't looking for a relationship, and I didn't want the unpleasant task of putting a girl down. They got all whiny and annoying. Marnie pushed her fringe back, her natural mousy hair showing through at the roots; she looked down at her tatty Babycham trainers and gave another sigh, but sadder.
"We gotta talk Ken." she said sounding nervous. "You know at the party?"
"Yeah?" I replied, waiting for the floodgates to open: I can't stop thinking about it- we have to give it a shot, I want so much more than that- blah blah blah. (I know those lines from experience.)
"Well something happened." she continued, "I thought we'd go our separate ways after that- cause no offence I just wanted a real quick fuck-"
Oh shit. This was serious.
"And," Marnie looked at me, blinking her green eyes. "Well, I double checked- but I'm pregnant."
I should have seen it coming. Like, the second I realised it was serious. Or when I used my dads 'lucky' condom, what the fuck was I thinking? The thing was like what, nineteen years old?
"Shit." Thats what came out of my mouth. Cause' when I think of babies, I think of two types. There are the cute kids who are just generally interested in colouring (Karen) or having affairs with their teacher (Ike). Then the second group of babies is the screaming, puking, shitting little pink things that some poor soul has to enslave themselves to. I knew which kind this baby would be.
"Aw crap." I added, standing up; I paced around the room manically, cursing and making generally no sense what so ever. "Crap, crap, crap, crappity, fuck, fuck, crap."
This was awful, I had the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach; like a hole was opening up and swallowing me,from the inside,biting hard into my limbs. "Ow." I muttered at the end though the pain wasn't real. "Are you sure?" I turned to Marnie now, looking at her with a face that -judging by her expression- was a little scary. I didn't want to scare her, but I also didn't want to panic over nothing, what if Marnie had just done a Bebe? Where she had eaten a TicTac breath mint by accident, instead of taking a morning after pill? Then assumed she must immediately be pregnant?
"I'm sure." Marnie said, and repeated. "I'm sure. I checked. Twice. With two different tests." I sat down again on the opposite side of the bench, staring at the cork bulletin board on the tiled wall, scribbled notes and petty lists adorned it; about whoes turn it was to clean the shit stinking toilets, and who got to take left over dessert home.
"Well crap." I said, my oral vocabulary had collapsed on me.
"Sorry." Marnie said feebly from behind me, sniffing from a heavy cold. I could shout at Marnie, but what good would that be; it was more my fault for assuming a decade old condom would work, than hers for- well...nothing. She checked I was protected, she didn't know it would break; she wasn't at fault.
"Well what are we gonna' do?" I blinked, "What happens now?"
Marnie cleared her throat, "Well, I'm a Roman Catholic." she said, "Abortion is wrong cause' of the sanctity of life."
"I thought you were against sex before marriage to?" I replied quickly, and rather harshly. Marnie stood up then, "Well I just thought you had a right to know," she snapped. "You don't have to pay child support or nothin' in fact you can just piss off then." she turned angrily on her heel, and stormed out of the door; almost taking Clyde out with it, as he tried to enter.
Shit. Again.
Kyle
I can't decide weather the party was worth it. On my way home from Stan's I had made a mental list of pro's and cons. I had almost lost my virginity when Bebe tried to rape me. I had gotten dangerously drunk and puked my guts out. I had confessed my sexuality to my best friend, who could only say "People don't just decide they're gay on a whim Kyle".
I didn't tell Stan, but that sucked to hear. It was like a big punch in the chest, cause when I talk to Stan I can tell him anything; and now I think I might have fucked it up. There was no point to pros and cons either, it was just a big list of bad things- and to top it off when I got home my mom noticed how queasy I looked, and she wouldn't let me get out of bed for the whole weekend. Which means I had to lie there, bored stiff; listening to Ike's tv through the wall. Did you know 80% of dust is dead skin? I have no idea what he watches, but its gross.
The party was definatley not worth it.
On Monday morning my mom was so fixated with checking me over I was late, so my dad drove me to school; which saved me from any awkwardness at the bustop. The whole place was buzzing about the stupid party. I didn't want to join in, but by third period, there were photos plastered all around school, of me and Craig passed out in Token's car. What the fuck Clyde? Within ten minutes of walking down the hall I had people I didn't even know, applauding me or laughing in my face.
That was over like what, a month ago? And I still got stick for the photos, and I still hadn't spoken to Stan. Not properly anyway.
I saw Stan in most of my lessons, and from what I could tell; he wanted to talk to me. He tried to today, in math; but Cartman interrupted us with a disgusting and graphic story about Mr Kitty's diarrhea.
"Piss off Cartman." Stan glared and Cartman snorted. "Fine, fags."
I must have grimaced at that comment because after Stan saw my expression he snapped at Cartman. "Shut the fuck up fatboy."
Cartman was about to say something back, but Annie sat down across from him; and he proceeded to tell her about Mr Kitty.
"Are you okay?" Stan whispered to me, but I couldn't talk to him. I'd been so worried about what he would think, and now I was angry. "People don't just decide they're gay on a whim Kyle".
Gee thanks super best friend.
That was first period. It was now fourth, and we had a free lesson; so I was sat in homeroom hiding from anyone and everyone. I was helping Millie study for her RE exam she had that day, while the other girls practised their piece for the schools Christmas Talent show across the room. The show was a few months away, but they said they had to get it perfect. Their group consisted of Bebe, Wendy, Red and Heidi. Their piece? Jingle Bell Rock from some chick flick called Mean Girls. I hadn't seen it, but wasn't sure I wanted to as I saw them slap their thighs and sway their hips.
"Okay," I said to Millie, a list of key terms in my hand. "What is ummah?"
Millie blinked a few times, before guessing. "Mohammeds friend?"
The sheet said: 'Ummah, the brotherhood of all Muslims."
"Keep trying." I smiled weakly, as Millie glanced behind me,a shadow falling across the page.
"Here you are." Stan. Millie collected all her papers and smiled at me in thanks, before relocating to another desk to study with Lola. Damn.
"Can I talk to you?" Stan asked, and I checked my cellphone as a distraction.
"About what?"
"You know about what." Stan frowned, dumping his backpack on the floor he slid into the desk next me. "That..thing."
"That thing?" I frowned, feeling my face flush.
"I didn't mean it like that-"
"Then how did you mean it Stan?" I asked, feeling both pissed and a little upset. "Cause on Saturday you said people don't just decided they're gay on a whim."
"Is that why you left?" Stan stared at me, looking guilty. "Shit Kyle, I didn't think it upset you."
"Well it did."
"What was I supposed to say?" Stan cried suddenly, making the girls hush and look over at us; Stan glanced at them then turned back to me and said in a low whisper. "I panicked Kyle, I didn't know what to say- my best friend comes out to me and tells me he likes me. About two days after we discussed every girls rack."
"So now what?" I shrug feebly and Stan sits back a little. "Your still my best friend. I won't tell anybody."
"Thanks, but that's not going to ease up on the feelings I have for you."
Maybe 'feelings I have for you' was a little forward, Stan looked uncomfortable when I said that. "Well theres not much I can do." he admitted and I smirk rubbing my eyes tiredly, despite the 20+ hours sleep I had over the weekend. I then licked my lower lip which had gotten dry before deciding to push my luck.
"Stan." I said quietly and he looked up from the doodle he was starting on the desk. "Yeah?"
"Do ya' think, maybe," I said, "You could ever...like me that way?"
Stan was quiet for a moment, but not for a minute did I believe he was actually mulling it over, he was trying to think of the nicest way to put me down.
"I don't think so."
I'd set myself up for it, but still. Ow.
"That's what I thought." I said, picking up my bag I stood, slinging it over my shoulder. "Later dude."
That was why I didn't want to have that conversation.
Stan
Today sucked. Mondays do. I still had two people waiting for me at school that I had upset over a month ago and they still weren't talking to me. Wendy and Kyle. I hadn't spoken to Wendy since the party, and I was right to assume she wasn't in the best of moods with me. I followed her to her locker and she blatantly ignored me. After a locker door to the face I gave up and left. I would win her back, I had to.
I managed to talk with Kyle during a free period, but it didn't go well. We had been on minimal speaking terms, which barley extended beyond awkward conversations. I couldn't lie and say 'yes Kyle, there is a chance I will like you in the future' when there isn't. I don't like dick. And in all fairness to me, I'm taking this pretty well I think; I could have been one of those guys who learn their best friend is gay and completely disacknowledge them after that.
After Kyle left I sat at that desk for awhile, watching Wendy dance with the other girls. It was again, amazingly sexy and I planned to watch the film that evening, I know Shelley has a copy. They took a break after five minutes, and I grabbed Wendy's water bottle before she could, so she would have to talk to me.
"Your not helping yourself you know." Wendy narrowed her eyes as I handed her the water.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "I know I said the wrong..and stupid thing that night, but I'm sorry Wendy and I promise to wait until your ready."
Wendy looks perpetually pleased at this, and as she takes a swig of water she sighs. "It's not really that I'm pissed about Stan." she says and I pulled her onto a desk; while I sat in the chair.
"Well what is it?" I say, hoping it was something I could fix.
Wendy stared at her water bottle for a moment, as if she were examining it; before putting it down. "I saw you."
"What?" Wendy turns to me, a small pout or a quiver playing on her lips. "I saw you." she repeats. "With Kyle." she leans closer. "I saw you kissing him!" she whispers and I feel my stomach drop.
"No!" I cry, "Wendy you don't understand, its not like that- I'm not like that, Kyle was drunk and-"
"Stan, are you trying to tell me, that Kyle is a homosexual?" Wendy blinks, her beautiful grey eyes glistening.
"No."
"Don't lie to me Stanley Marsh, I can tell."
"Oh shit." I look down, breaking immediately. "Wendy please don't tell, I told Kyle-"
"Stan I'm not going to tell." she says,pulling my head back up. "I say that because I'm not a total ass, and I know how Cartman will react. Also you seem to forget that I'm smart Stan, I can tell he likes you. And I don't see him as a threat because I know your straight and Kyle's too nice." Wendy leaned in further and continued. "But I'm asking you, whatever you do, please don't lead him on." I nod my head immediately, "Of course-"
"And-" Wendy still carries on. "Call me a homophobic, or whatever you want, but I don't believe you can be so sure of your sexuality this young. It sounds so biased and mean, but I want you to help me continue to push Kyle towards Bebe."
"What?"
"Stan trust me. It will all work out for the better." she stood up as the girls congregated at the front of the room, to continue practising. Wendy hesitated slightly, before kissing me on the cheek. "I won't tell." she added, before joining her friends.
Who knew that even after a month, a party still has its effects?
Kenny
Everything had pretty much gone downhill from that point. I ran after Marnie and stopped her before she could leave, as I grabbed her arm she looked at me angrily and for a moment I thought she would start a screaming match in the middle of the place. Instead she waited for me to say something except I didn't, because I didn't know what to say. Was I really bothered about her leaving? Finding no words I let go of her arm, and watched her turn the other way and leave.
After that I went back to the backroom where Clyde had an icepack pressed to the spot where the door must of hit him.
"Sorry about that.." I muttered opening my locker and grabbing my jacket.
"What the hell was that about?" Clyde asked, looking upwards and seething from the sting.
"Something...that I'm not sure if I should take care of or not." I replied feebly, putting my jacket on. Clyde lowered the icepack and looked at me, blinking as his sight adjusted.
"What are you doing? Your shift isn't over yet."
"Tell the manager its an emergency will you?" I walked over to Clyde and guided the icepack back to his face. "I'll make up for it with another shift this weekend, or later hours next week. I just really need to get home, its my mom."
I felt bad using my mom as an excuse but I really wanted to go. I couldn't possibly carry on working for another ten minutes, never mind the hour till the end of my shift.
"Oh okay." Clyde said, and I could tell he didn't really believe me because Marnie had been here, and she didn't know my mom; but Clyde did, and he knew she wasn't well at the moment. I'd also explained this to my boss when he hired me, who agreed to let me out in an emergency, but emergencies only. Screw that, if my mom needed me I would go. Even though this time I was lying.
On my way out through the door at the back of the changing room I remembered I did actually have to do something for my mom, I had to pick up some milk on my way home. She was trying out some herbal medicine shit, which needed milk to make tea. Its a crock of shit and I hate wasting our newly acquired income on it but it made her happy.
My evening peaked a little, as Kevin actually remembered to drop off the truck; though now he's probably in an alley somewhere injecting himself. I don't pay for his shit. I made that clear the moment I started bringing money home. This cash was for mom's medicine and food. Yes I was hypocritical and saved little bits here and there for my own weed, but hey, I earned it. And weed don't leave you passed out in a public bathroom getting pissed on by motorcyclists. Yes, Kevin's been there and guess who had to save him? I'm the man of the house now and I'm damn proud of it.
I get in the truck, sighing as I notice Kevin left the keys in the fucking ignition, instead of under the seat cushion. Ignoring it I start the truck, and smile as it revs into life. I guess I am quite attached to the thing. I pull out the car park and drive to the supermarket which is only minutes away. As I park up again and walk in, I see there's an offer on toilet paper, and it makes me laugh; remembering the time we TP'ed the art teachers house, and the dumb fatass tried to murder us all with a wiffle bat.
In the refridgerated aisle I spy Tweek, whoes having difficulty picking what milk to buy.
"Sup Tweek?" I ask, joining him.
"The-coffee-shop-ran-out-of-milk-so-my-parents-sent-me-out-to-buy-some-but-I-forgot-to-ask-which-to-get-so-now-I-don't-know-and-what-if-I-get-the-wrong-milk-and-everyone-who-drinks-it-gets-alapecia-and-their-eyelashes-fall-out? AGH!" he twitches violently and knocks three cartons down. This guy needs to calm down, and I know hanging out with Craig isn't gonna help him.
"Can't help you there Tweek, sorry." I say, patting him on the shoulder which only makes him twitch more. I turn away and go to grab a carton for my mom when I notice the poster on the wall next to the refrigerators. It was the most random place for an un-milk related poster but it caught my eye.I stared at it for a moment, I dunno' what it was marketing but it showed a nuclear family, a mom, dad and a little boy all in fresh bright clothes just being a happy family. And it pissed me off firstly. That's what my family was -sorta-, before my dad left. We were poor, but we were together. And then my dad up and left to chase his drunken vision in Los Angeles. This is what a family should look like, I thought as I stared at the poster.
I didn't get that and my kid wouldn't, because I was never going to want to be with Marnie again.
Then secondly, I lost it. I punched the poster which only crinkled, but I cracked the plaster on the wall beneath. Then I turned around and kicked a trolley laden with cartons of milk ready to be put on the shelves. As it timbered and fell, I stamped on the cartons and kicked them; then turned to the shelves and knocked them down to, before I stormed down the aisle. Something came over me and I was dead to the world, in my world of rage I punched the cereal boxes and tore them with my hands. I only surfaced when someone grabbed my arm, Tweek.
"AGH Kenny what the fuck are you r-roiding for?" he asked. "You okay?"
I didn't answer him, I shrugged him off and ran quickly; leaving the supermarket. If I'd stayed I'd have to pay for all that.
I climbed into my crappy truck and shut the door carefully, even though I wanted to slam it; cause otherwise the door would fall off. This crumbling truck was an apology present from my dad, what an ass. Pulling out I swerved away from a red Mondeo, who honked angrily; and sped away onto the roads. I had to get somewhere to think. Unable to bear the silence that welcomed realisation, I switched the radio on; and turned the flaky dial until I actually found one station. I let out a sigh as music entered the truck in a low relaxing tone, though it took me a few minutes to recognise the song. You know that depressing song by The Fray? About saving a life or something? It was that one. Exactly what I needed to lift my spirits.
I blinked momentarily, switching the channel; Sexy Bitch by David Guetta. Perfect. I drove around randomly for a while, in South Park there are alot of random roads which I don't know where they lead to. I swerved down the nearest gravel track, driving through a blur of trees.
Another thing that crossed my mind back in the market. Staring at that poster I saw a nuclear dad that I didn't have anymore, and I also saw a nuclear dad my kid won't have. And then I realised I was just like my father. I drunk, smoked and sexed my way through life; I got a girl pregnant at sixteen and I'm leaving her to deal with it.
The wave of realisation surged closer to me so I turned the music up louder, but it made me want to think more- so I gave in and switched the thing off. As I did I heard my truck churn and give a splutter, before literally grinding to a halt with a deafening screech. Fucking piece of trash.
Glancing out of the window a chill ran down my spine. I'd broken down on a train. Just my fucking luck.
Sighing I turned the key in the ignition, and pressed on the accelerator; groaning as my truck gave a tiny splutter and broke again. I slammed my head onto the steering wheel, I'd probably have to get out and push which would take a good five minutes. Knowing my luck a train would come and crush my only mode of transport into pieces. I took a deep breath to calm myself down, it was here I heard a clicking noise; very quietly. I listened for a moment, was my car doing that? The engine? Then a loud whistle sounded 'choo choo', the noise you associate with- A train.
I looked to my left, and felt my stomach plummet and my heart soar as I spotted the ol' steam strain in the distance. Shit. Fuck. Fuck my life. I didn't have time to get out and push. I switched the ignition again and slammed my foot down this time, repeatedly; my truck gave pathetic little coughs and died out each time. I couldn't leave the truck, people on the train would get hurt. I had to get it working, I just had to.
"WORK YOU PIECE OF CRAP!" I roared kicking the pedal, and twisting the keys. The train was getting closer and closer. Not only had I burdened Marnie with a baby, I was going to die and leave them both alone.
'choo!'
"I'M TRYING TO MOVE YOU ASSHOLE!" I shouted at the train, sweat leaking over my entire body. Grunting I turned the key again, and gave the hardest kick I've ever done. It was a miracle. My truck suddenly sprung to life and chugged forward, I cried out happily; the train would glide past me-
Clunk.
I don't know what happened, I wasn't in front of a train but I was skidding across the road, spinning in circles. I clutched the wheel in a sort of attempt to brace myself, when the truck slid to a halt in the roadside; and I stared blankly out the windscreen, listening to the chug of the train in the distance. Slowly I lowered my head to the wheel and closed my eyes. Breath in. Breath out. For five minutes I would do this.
Breath in. Breath out.
Breath in. Breath out.
Breath in. Breath out.
Breath in. Breath -
Knock knock. What the hell. I looked to my window, where a man with a pale face was at my window. Shakily I reached out and lowered the window down, where the man leered at me.
"Son are you okay?" he asked. "I saw what happened- train clipped the back of your truck it did- sent you spinning. Ma' wife's called an ambulance, I'm here to check your okay. I say that was some luck son, any closer and-"
I would have been crushed to a pulp along with my car. Ground into the metal work, no body to collect. My unborn child would be raised fatherless. My family would have no money, Kevin's heroin debt would overwhelm him; my mother wouldn't be able to work for her medication, and Karen would be taken into care. Yes if I died I would come back, its a quirk of mine; but the point I'm trying to make is when would I come back? Lately the periods of time I'm dead have gotten longer. All the thoughts I had just tried to suppress with my breathing exercises had collapsed like a dam, and flooded into my mind.
"Please." I said to the man. "Shut up." he blinked at me, before nodding and stepping back. My stomach churned and I threw up on the floor in shock. I then leaned forward to rest again. I could hear the man pottering about behind my car, calling reassurances to his wife. Then in the distance I heard another engine, it got closer until a blue, green and white ambulance drove around the corner; a man in green getting out. I was sat back by then.
He came over to my window, a calm expression on his face.
"Hey there, whats your name?"
"Kenny."
"Are you hurt Kenny?"
"No."
"Will you get out of the truck Kenny?"
"No."
I didn't want to get out, not yet. I was safe in here for now, I felt that if I got out the world around me would crumble; and I'd find that I had been dreaming whilst in purgatory.
"I know you don't want to Kenny, but we have to get you checked out. I think your in shock."
"Of course I'm in fucking shock you dumb ass, I was nearly crushed by a train."
The paramedic sighed, he'd obviously suffered worse abuse. "I'm going to wait over there Kenny, I'll be back every five minutes until your ready to get out of your car."
I didn't respond as he walked away, but as I sat there with my hands clamped onto the wheel, I realised something else. He was gone now, but my dad didn't walk away from what he did, he stayed with my mom and he took care of his new family. And I was going to stick with Marnie.
I wanted to keep the train business on the down low. But South Park is too small to keep gossip to yourself and at school the next day I found myself swamped by people, jabbering away; asking if I was okay, what was nearly being hit by a train like?
I shrugged them all off eventually and went round the back to have a cigarette to relax. I got there just as Craig was finishing off the stub that remained of his own cig.
"Lucky escape." was all he said, before dropping the butt on the ground and stamping on it with his heel. I sparked up as Craig was about to leave when he stopped and leaned over. I freaked at first, thinking he was going to kiss me when he frowned, grabbing my collar.
"All I was going to say was you know your being followed right?" he shoved me back toward the wall and stalked away, I followed him with my eyes, a little confused. It was then I noticed the low rise wall had blond hair.
"Hey Butters."
He popped up, blinking in confusion. "Boy howdy Kenny, how'd you see me?"
How fucking cute was he? He was still so innocent, and totally oblivious to all the shit around him.
"Boy howdy Butters, you stalkin' me?" I asked, taking a drag and smirking; smoke escaping from my grin.
"No." he looked at his shoes before walking over. "I heard what happund' and I was mighty worried about you."
"I'm okay." I sighed, and out of fondness I found myself ruffling his hair; like he was a little kid.
"Whats the matter Kenny?" Butters asks me, sitting on the wall facing me. "I know you nearly got hit by a train and all- but there's summthin' else ain't there?"
"You know what Butters?" I sighed. "There is."
And I don't know why I told Butters of all people, but I did. I told him all about what Marnie said and how I was going to support her, and that being a dad would be hard but it was my responsibility.
"You don't have to worry about that." Butters grinned, as if he'd found the perfect solution. "I'll help you look after the baby!"
I had to laugh here. Butters looking after a baby? He was so dependent on others himself, he'd be hopeless with a baby. But then again, I was technically a kid myself, what really made me so much more qualified that Butters?
"Hmm.." I mused, flicking ash. "Here's the deal Butters, if you keep quiet, I'll let you help me with the baby."
"Alright!" he cheered to himself, and he swung his legs; looking at the sky. "I'm gonna sing your baby lotsa' lullabies Kenny, and I know where we can get little baby clothes that look like Pokemon costumes; and they can be Professor Chaos's evil successor- and they won't ever get grounded or nothin'."
You can't honestly tell me that right there and then, you wouldn't have leant over and kissed Butters for being so freakin' optimistic and cute? Cause I did.
Its so lovely to go onto my stats and see this story has been favourite and alerted quite abit, so if you could also take the time to review I would be sooooo happy.
I also want to know about how you all feel on how the story is written, e.g different POV's; and what would you prefer it to be written in, or are you happy the way it is? Also what would you like to read about? This way I can improve the story to your satisfaction.
Thankyou!