I took awhile to update again, dayum.. sorry. This will have to last you a month, as I'm away for that long. Thank you all, I really appreciate your reviews!
If someone interrupts us again I might just have an aneurysm.
I thought that only moments ago, and decided that if some one did do so; I would smash not only their faces, but my own, off the coffee table in frustration. But as I unbuckled Butters's belt and lowered myself on top of him, preparing to grind my hips against his, I was suddenly flipped off of him and onto the floor. "No Kenny, I can't do that." I was interrupted-no, barred by Butters, the one I was trying to seduce. "What the fuck Butters?" I groaned from the floor, not bothering to move I lay flat on my back, staring at the apple white painted ceiling. "I can't do that with you Kenny." Butters peered over the edge of the sofa at me, gripping the edge as if he might tumble to his death. "Your in a bad place right now, it...well..it'd be takin' advantage of you."
Oh my God. I laugh coarsely, throwing my hands into the air. "Fuck, Butters, I want you to take advantage of me! What do you think I'm doing right now?"
"Lying on my floor?"
"No. I'm trying to take advantage of you!" Butters lets out a feeble 'oh' and retreats back over the ledge. We lay in silence for a moment before I hear Butters rustling about, and he says "No, I'm pretty sure I saw it on TV, I'm taking advantage of you." God dammit.
"Then fucking do it already." Ding- No. No way did the doorbell just ring. It feels like every single person including Butters, is out to stop me from seducing him. Seduce...I like that word, it sounds dominating. "Do you want me to get it?" I ask from my spot on the floor.
"If you wouldn't mind." Butters's voice floats back down like a feather, and I heave myself up using the coffee table for assistance. We have a lot of moments in our lives when we stand, rooted to the spot dumb founded, and think nothing but simply 'what-the-fuck'. I had one of those moments when I found Marnie on the other side of the door.
"Oh good," her face lit up, "This is the right house."
"What are you doing here?" I heard myself croak, then I grimaced; remembering the last time I said that to her she had been in a sour mood.
"I couldn't stand it." Marnie rolled her eyes and thrust her hands into her pockets. "I had to know what your ma' said-"
"She wasn't happy." I admitted dryly and Marnie nodded quickly like a bobble head. "I guessed that by the way she slammed the door in my face when she saw it was me."
"You went to my house?" I asked. "Even if I had been there, it still wouldn't have been a good decision don't cha' think?"
"I know..." she sighed like a five year old would when they were being scolded. "So I went to TGI's and saw Clive, he told me where Butt lived."
"Clyde and Butters." I sighed this time, because it honest to God felt like I was dealing with a mental patient. "Their names are Clyde and Butters." Marnie merely cocked her head to one side curiously, "Are ya' gonna let me in?"
"It's not my house-" I was ignored as Marnie pushed past me, peeling her gloves off already. I shut the door and watched as Butters stared at Marnie over the back of the sofa, examining her visually as if she were the retarded llama from the petting zoo.
"Marnie, Butters, Butters, Marnie." My hand flopped about in a pathetic attempt to gesture at both of them.
"Howdy." Marnie smiles holding her hand out to Butters, who slowly reaches out and shakes it, his eyes shining. I don't think Butters has ever met another person who says howdy before. "I dunno' if Kens told you about me."
"Oh sure!" Butters said retracting his hand and holding onto the back of the sofa. "Every one knows about you!" Shit. Marnie watches him for a moment as if he's going to 'just kidding', but then looks at me. "Every one?" she says rather quietly.
"It was an accident." I try to salvage the good terms we have going on. "Every one's gonna' find out sooner or later...why not now?" I shrug. She thinks for a moment before shaking her head slowly. "I suppose so." I'm sure she's doped herself up on happy pills before she came over. Butters suddenly turns from a frigid host, to a hospitalic one. He leaps up off the sofa and takes Marnie by the wrist, pulling her to the kitchen. "C'mon in Marnie, if your hungry we could order pizza...why I'll let you pick the toppings and everythin'!" Their voices are muffled by the walls, and I walk miserably back to the sofa and flop down onto it carelessly. Yeah, hi there Kenny.
Kyle
If anyone can tell me what the fuck has happened to everyone lately, I'd sure love to know. First there's Kenny, the disappearing sociopath who suddenly 'studies', and then there's Stan, who tells me he's not gay and he doesn't return my feelings-and then kisses me. At least Kenny now has an excuse.
"Holy crap dude," Stan said when Bebe told us. She ran over to us, eyes gleaming and her mouth all puckered up like she was fighting to hold it in. She grabbed Wendy who was latched onto Stan and shook her wildly. "Kenny's pregnant!" she gasped and both Stan and I glanced at each other confused.
"Kenny's having a baby?" Stan repeated and Bebe's face went blank while she replayed what she had said in her mind.
"I mean he got a girl pregnant." she says looking back at Wendy feverishly. "You know, that pink haired girl who came with Danny from North Park?"
"Seriously?" Wendy questions, her gloved hand poised over her mouth.
"Yes! Just now, Kenny was showing Butters the picture for some reason, then he dropped it and Cartman picked it up, they were yelling at each other-it was very soap drama."
"Holy crap dude," Stan sighed, "Poor Kenny."
"Where did Kenny go?" I ask Bebe who glances at me and merely shrugs. "I dunno', he walked off with Butters and Craig."
"Butters and Craig?" Stan scoffs, "Again, poor Kenny."
"Weak." I agree sadly, of all the stupid things Kenny's done, this has to be one of the worst. Bebe's attention is caught by the effulgent hair of Red across the road, she squeezes Wendy's arm and waves before cantering over to Red, waving and calling her name hysterically.
"Oh dear..." I hear Wendy murmur, oblivious to her delirium over come friend as she clings tightly to Stan's arm as we walk toward the bus depot. "Do you think Kenny's okay?"
"I'm guessing not?" I answer stopping by the sign. "Having people find out like that is bad, never mind adding Cartman to it." Stan nods in agreement, and together we step onto the bus which has pulled up. We sit on the right side of the bus, Stan and Wendy sit together and I sit in front of them by myself. We chatter about meaningless things, eventually lapsing into a casual silence. Stan strikes up a conversation with Kevin across the aisle, and once they're deep in the conversation; Wendy leans forward and rests her head on the back of my seat. She could have just wanted to talk, but she wore that look she generated in fourth grade, the one she constantly looked at Cartman with; especially the day she beat the shit out of him. It was discomforting and I squirmed in my seat before she said quietly. "Kyle, whats your problem?"
"What?" I frowned, glancing at Stan who had turned his back to us completley. "What do you mean whats my problem?"
"I mean whats your problem!" she repeated, narrowing her eyes. "You completely called me out before."
"I did?" I ask. Wendy's the girl you don't want to get nasty with, but she's confusing me so much right now.
"Yeah. You did." She pouted slightly, but still maintaining her intimidating stare. "Is this because I know?"
"No, its not anything!" I reply before thinking about it. "Actually, yes. Yes it is, but its about you being paranoid! I know I can trust you and Wendy, your Stan's girlfriend, you should know better than anyone he's not gay, and he doesn't like me back." I think so anyway. "I understand that Stan's happy with you, and that's good. I'm not going to turn into some phsyco and boycott you."
Wendy's face mellows and she lets out a vex sigh. "Sorry Kyle, its been a wierd week y'know?" I know. She leans back, ironically just as Stan turns back to us. The bus slows for mine and Stan's stop and we stand, Stan pecking Wendy on the cheek with infatuation and I merely wave at her.
Off the bus Stan bites at his nails as we walk along, footsteps crunching in the snow. "What were you and Wendy talking about?" he asks. Despite the fact we're best friends, Wendy is obsessed with him, and oh, I came out as gay recently, Stan still gets paranoid when Wendy and I talk. All because of the egg project in fourth grade.
"Dude." I sigh exasperated, and tell him everything. As I do, I see his face slowly creasing deeper and deeper.
"It's okay, she said sorry, we're cool." I finished up and Stan shook his head furiously. "No, its not. That was just a one off for you."
"What do you mean?"
"For me, she's been like that ever since she found out. Paranoid. Its driving me crazy." his fist clenched tightly around his backpack strap. "Every things been so fucked up, maybe we should take a break."
"Dude don't!" I cry in distress. "If you break up with her she'll think for sure that somethings going on! She might tell everyone, and they'd rip on me sure, but I don't want people to think your gay Stan, I mean I don't want you to get in shit for something that's my fault."
"That's the problem though!" Stan yells out suddenly and we both stop in the middle of the street. "You've got me so unsure now!" His face is turning red with either embarrassment or anger, but either is alarming. "I don't know whats going on. Every things a fucking mess since you, well came out."
'Sorry' is all I can mutter, hanging my head in shame.
"Its not your fault-" Stan sighs desperately running a hand through his hair. "Look, I need to go home. I'll see you whenever." he turns and walks ahead of me quickly, but I don't even try to catch up. I never meant to fuck Stan's head up. Nice one Kyle.
Kenny
I don't think I've ever seen anyone make friends as quick as Marnie and Butters. It's been an hour since they first met and we're sat on the main sofa, all three of us squashed together eating pizza and watching a re-run of Friends. (Through their choice, it was two against one.) Honestly, when I realised I had a house and Butters to myself, I never thought for even a second I'd be hanging out with him and Marnie at the same time. Despite the fact they got along great, it was still awkward as fuck, sat between my secret boyfriend, and the homophobic girl I got pregnant. I must of fallen asleep, because when I woke up it was eight pm, the TV was off and Marnie was pulling on her jacket.
"Oh, hey sleepy head." she smirked zipping the jacket up. "Butters is just upstairs, he had to go to the bathroom."
"Are you going?" I stood up quickly, feeling light headed whilst Marnie nodded. I walked her over to the door where she turned to me, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"This was really fun Ken." she smiled warmly. "Meeting your bud and just hanging out."
"It was pretty fun, yeah." I admitted, shrugging feebly. It honestly hadn't been as bad as it could of been. Awkwardly we stood around in silence before I coughed and opened the door for Marnie. "Later then." I said and she moved toward the door, before suddenly pausing; and lingered in the doorway. Then the utmost unpredictable thing happened, Marnie turned quickly and reached up on her tip toes, pecking me on the lips. Lowering herself she blushed lightly and said, "Let me know if you wanna hang out again, kay?" And then she left. Shit.
Posted at 2am, before I catch my flight so please again exuse silly mistakes. I'll update at a reasonable time next, so I won't have an excuse for mistakes. This chapter is shorter than the rest, I don't know if thats a good or a bad thing...
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