This chapter includes some more cute Kebe moments. And it finally shows a little of the Cutters that I had promised you guys. Kinda a long chapter. I hope you guys love it!

It had been a few days since I had started working there, and I had started to get the hang of it. The trick was, to just imagine I was alone. Although, I never actually did that when I was alone. But I had gotten better. Not quite sure if that's an accomplishment or not. Anyways, nothing big had happened. I went to school, helped Karen at home, and went to work. I started to talk with Bebe more, which was a good thing.

"Kenny, what're you thinking about?" Butter asked as I picked at my lunch. Apparently, if you're family I poor as dirt, and you live off of a single parent's income, you get free lunch.

"Hm? Oh...it's nothing." I lied.

"Are you sure? You look pretty upset." He looked at me with concern.

"No. Don't worry about it. I'm fine." The truth was, I wasn't fine. I was dealing with my messed up family, my embarrassing job, and school. It was way to stressful for a teenager.

"Hey guys!" Bebe said, walking up to the table and sitting down. We all mumbled greetings, Wendy's being much more happy towards her best friend. "So Craig's parents are out of town for the weekend. So he's throwing a party."

"Yes! Tucker always has good parties!" Stan said, pumping his fist.

"Yeah! Somehow he always gets the best drinks too. I don't know how he does it." Kyle added in.

"Wait...which one is Craig again?" I asked awkwardly. Wendy smiled and pointed to a small group of guys.

"See that guy over there that looks really pissed off?" She asked. I nodded as I watched him throw his arm over the guy next to him that was twitching. "That's Craig, and that guy he has his arm around is his boyfriend Tweek." Tweek? That was a weird name. But I could see where he got it from. He was really jittery and seemed to be on edge. Craig rubbed Tweek's arm gently, and it seemed to calm the boy down slightly.

"So...you guys coming?" Bebe asked, looking around the table.

"Definitely!" Stan cheered.

"Count me in too!" Kyle added.

"Yeah. I'll be there." Wendy piped in.

"I don't know guys...I don't think my dad will want me going to a party." Butters rubbed his knuckles together again as he nervously watched his hands.

"Come on Butters. It'll be fun." Kyle urged, shaking the smaller boy's shoulder. Butters gave him a weak smile.

"Well...okay. I'll try." I didn't answer though. I didn't know if I should be going to a party while my sister is at home with my family, however, everyone was looking at me intently. I shrugged as a response.

"Eh...I might go. I don't know yet." I said coolly. Stan raised a brow at me as if to say "oh. You're going Kenny. One way or another, you are going."

"Okay. Well I hope to see you there. I'm gonna go back and sit with Clyde." With that, she got up and left the table. I watched her leave, a slight empty feeling growing in my gut. She went and sat next to Clyde, who immediately slung his arm around her and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Dude...you are going to that party." Kyle said, leaning over the table.

"I told you. I don't know yet."

"Well that's a maybe, which in my dictionary is a yes. Now...usually I wouldn't give a shit, but I need to tell you, you're wardrobe is awful. I'm not gay, and even I know that you need to dress at least relatively nice for a party." Butters nodded at what he was saying, and I furrowed my brows at the two of them.

"Thanks!" I said sarcastically. I looked down at my clothes, and had to admit, they weren't very nice. But what could you expect from a poor kid?

"Just speaking the truth. You can just wear some of my clothes. Just come over to my house after school with me." I nodded, accepting his offer. As the day passed on, I thought about the party more. It sounded like a lot of fun, but Karen would be home alone with Kevin...and my parents. I battled between the two all day, but by the end of the day, I had decided to go. Kyle and I stepped on his bus and rode to his bus stop, which happened to also be Stan's.

"Do you guys live near each other?" I asked them, as Stan walked in the same direction as us.

"Yeah. We live a couple houses down from each other. We've lived near each other since before I can remember." Stan said, looking up at the clouds. "Well...this is where I leave you two. See you guys at the party." Stan said, walking into his yard. We continued down a few more houses until we reached Kyle's. It was a relatively large house that was painted a shade of green. We entered his house, it was silent except for the quiet sound of someone humming in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm home! I brought my friend Kenny with me." Kyle shouted in the direction of the kitchen door.

"Okay honey, you two be good now." She said, not leaving the room. Kyle lead me upstairs into his room before closing the door. He dropped his phone and bag on the bed before opening up his closet and digging through it. While his back was turned, Kyle's phone lit up with a text from Red.

"So...Red huh?" I said with a smug grin. Kyle froze in his tracks, and turned to me, almost mechanically. He shot me a glare, and I held up my hands in defense. "Hey I'm not judging. She's pretty hot. I've never actually met her, but if you like her, then she must be a good girl." His face softened a bit before he turned around again and dug around some more.

"Aha! Found it. This'll be perfect for you." He pulled out a pair of black jeans, and a red t-shirt.

"How is this nice clothes?" I asked him, holding up the pair of jeans.

"Hey! They're nicer than the clothes you're wearing now, and it's the way you wear it that makes it look good. Now put it on!" He ordered.

"Fine..." He turned around and I pulled off my jeans and shirt. I pulled on his jeans, which fit me nicely except the legs were a too long. "Hey...are the legs 'sposed to be this long?" He turned around and looked at them.

"Eh...It doesn't really matter. They'll look fine with the rest of the outfit. Wait!"

"What is it?" I asked, a brow raised.

"You're sixteen, right?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"Um...yeah. Why do you ask?"

"How the fuck do you have muscles like that?" He asked, pointing at my stomach. I didn't have big muscles, but they were toned.

"I dunno. I used to workout when to blow off steam. I guess that's it." I shrugged, putting on the red t-shirt.

"Wow...okay. How did I not notice that in gym?"

"Haha, I don't know buddy." He shrugged and began digging through his closet again.

"Here you go. You need a jacket to go with it. You know, since it's cold and all." Kyle gave me a black leather jacket with a cloth hood. It was a weird jacket, and the arms were too big for me. Kyle handed me a pair of red Converse to wear and I threw them on, the jeans bunching around my ankles. Kyle put on a pair of worn jeans, a white long sleeve shirt under a green t-shirt, and a pair of light gray Vans.

"So...we still have time, so do you want to do our homework while we're waiting?" Kyle asked, grabbing his bag. I let out a low groan.

"Fine. If we have to." I grabbed my bag and pulled out a few slightly crumpled papers and a pencil. We sat on Kyle's bed and began to do our work. Kyle zipped through all of his work, while I was only on the second assignment. "H-How did you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You finished your work so fast!" He scratched the nape of his neck and looked down at his completed work.

"I don't know. I guess I'm just a fast worker." I switched from looking at my paper to looking at him.

"Okay...I'll make a deal with you. If you teach me how to do my work like yours...you know, right, then I will help you get a body like this-" I lifted up my shirt and pointed to me body. He let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Alright McCormick. You have a deal."

"Awesome. Now...how do you do this?" I asked, pointing to the work on my lap. Kyle scooted over and began to help me finish my homework. By the time he had worked with me enough so that I understood what was going on in the assignments, it was time to go. We packed up our stuff and walked downstairs.

"Mom, we're going to a friend's house." Kyle said to his mom, who was sitting on the couch with his little brother.

"Okay, are you staying over at their house? And whose house is it?"

"Yeah. I'm staying at Stan's house." She nodded and we walked to the door, before Kyle stopped, the door halfway open. "Can I take the car? We're thinking about going to the movies." She eyed him for a moment before shrugging.

"Okay, but I don't want you boys doing anything crazy!"

"Yes ma'am," Kyle replied, grabbing the keys. We went outside to his garage and got into his 2007 ford edge. Kyle started up the car and pulled out before driving out of his driveway and down the street. After about seven minutes of driving, we reached Craig's house. Cars were already parked in the driveway and a few on the street. We parked in front of his house and got out. You could hear the music from outside. The lights of the house lit up the night sky. Inside, the house was crowded with people. It was a good thing Craig lived in such a big house, because it seemed as if our whole class was there.

"Kyle! Kenny! You came!" Stan shouted from his spot next to Wendy. We walked up to where they were standing. Stan was holding a half drank cup of beer in his hand.

"Stan, let's dance." Wendy said, pulling Stan away from us. He shrugged and handed me his drink before disappearing into the bodies all on the make-shift dance floor.

"So, um...I gonna go get a drink." I told Kyle, who was already looking over at Red.

"Okay. Have fun." He walked off in her direction as I went in search of the alcohol. I finally found the kitchen. The counters were covered in solo cups and bottles of different types of alcohol. I went straight for the beer, not feeling like drinking something stronger.

"So...I see you decided to come." A familiar voice said.

"Yeah. I just thought I might as well come. I mean, it's a party, so why would I miss out?" I turned to face Bebe who was leaning against the counter.

"I didn't know you drank." I looked down at the beer in my hand and realized that she wasn't drinking.

"Yeah, I've kinda grown up with beer just always being in the house so..." Our conversation died out and we stood there in a comfortable silence. I tapped my foot to the music and drank my beer quietly.

"Bebe!" Clyde said, running up and picking her up in a big hug. She squealed at the sudden motion, but stopped to look at her boyfriend.

"How much have you drank already?" She asked, cupping his cheeks in her hands.

"O-only a couple" he slurred. She pushed away from him and walked off.

"Hey...Bebe wait...whereyougoinbabe?" He said the last part so slurred that it sounded like one messy word. He ran after her, and I was left alone.

"'Sup man?" A guy asked, walking up to me, a vodka and coke in his hand.

"Hm? Oh...nothin"

"The name's Token." He extended his hand, and I shook it.

"Kenny."

"Not one for long sentences huh?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"No, that's not it." I chuckled. "Just thinking I guess." I really was. I was thinking about Bebe, and Clyde and his stupid face. He nodded before patting me on the back.

"Alright man, have fun thinking. Hope you figure it out." I nodded to him and he walked off. When I finished my drink, I walked into the hallway. There wasn't much for me to do. I headed back into the main room where Craig stood, glaring at a couple making out.

"Nice party." I mentioned.

"I don't know. There are to many people making out. It's gross." He said, looking around some more.

"Yeah...I guess that true." We didn't make eye contact, just stood there quietly.

"Tweek!" Craig shouted. The fidgety boy walked through the crowd and walked up to Craig who instantly through his arm around him.

"H-Hey Craig."

"Are you liking the party?" He asked, giving his boyfriend a light hug.

"Oh...I don't know. Gah-That's too much pressure Craig!" He twitched slightly before Craig moved slightly, doing a motion that I couldn't see. It calmed the twitching boy down tremendously. I stepped away from them before they did anything weird. I really wanted a quiet place to just sit and think. I walked upstairs and looked for a quiet room. I opened one of the doors, and saw something I immediately regretted seeing.

On the bed laid Butters with Cartman straddling him. They were deeply making out, Butters tugging at Cartman's shirt, desperately trying to take it off. I quickly closed the door, my eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Butters was passing first base with a guy that had been threatening him not too long before. My head spun as I hurried down the stairs, trying to get away from that scene as fast as I could. I turned a corner and looked down the hallway. At the other end, Bebe and Clyde were arguing. I waited, trying not to be seen by the two. I know. Creepy, right? At one point during the conversation, Bebe pushed past her boyfriend and began walking down the hall. In MY direction. I froze, unsure about what I was supposed to do.

"Kenny!" Oh no! She spotted me! I desperately looked for a way out. There wasn't one. She grabbed my arm and began to drag me through the house. "You're gonna do shots with me!" I was stunned. Bebe Stavens, doing shots? She dragged me to the kitchen and pulled out two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka.

"You want to do vodka shots?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah...why?" She put her hands on her hips and looked at me, determined.

"Have you ever even done shots?"

"Well...no, but that's why I have you here. To teach me."

"Yeah...you're not doing vodka shots, we need to find something else." I told her, picking up the bottle, she grabbed my arm roughly and stopped me.

"No. I want to do vodka shots." She was determined.

"Okay...but don't blame me when you feel like shit in the morning." She nodded and I poured to shot glasses of vodka. "Alright, now all you have to do, is toss back this glass of vodka. Drink it fast okay? And if you can't take it anymore, then don't push yourself. Straight vodka is really strong. I don't want you hurting yourself, okay?" She nodded, and we lifted up our glasses for a cheers.

"Bottoms up." She said, before tossing back her first shot. I did it too, feeling the bitter taste on my trounce, then the warm feeling that nestled in my stomach, them the little buzz. Bebe however, was making a weird face.

"You okay?" I asked with a chuckle. She nodded, blinking rapidly.

"Oh yeah! That was my first shot. I'm pumped! Let's do another!" I poured us another, and we tipped that one no problem. They kept coming, Bebe not giving up on it. After about eight shots, I felt like she had had enough.

"Okay, that was a lot of shots. You're done okay? I'm putting this as your limit."

"Wha-No! I...I'm having fun!" She began to slur.

"Nope. You're done."

"Wait...how come *hiccup* you're not as-as drunk as me?" She began to lean dangerously to one side, and I caught her, with a chuckle.

"It's in my blood I guess. Except for in my dad. I think I get it from my mom. I can just hold alcohol really well." It was true, my mom could hold her alcohol like it was no ones business, but my dad was awful at it.

"That's no fair. You shou-should be on...my level."

"Yeah...I would need a dangerous amount of alcohol to be there." Bebe leaned against me, wrapping her arms around me, and swaying to the music.

"You okay?" I asked her.

"Yup...just wanna stay here...w-with you." Those words would've made my heart stop if she wasn't so damn drunk. I swayed with her, and we stayed that way for a long time.

"Woah! Is it that late already?" I said to myself, checking my phone. It was three in the morning. "Need a ride home?" I asked Bebe, who was still clinging to the jacket Kyle had lent me.

"Yeah...that would be...great." She mumbled. I tried to help her walk, but the alcohol had really kicked in by then.

"Alright, this is pointless. I'm just gonna have to carry you."

"Wha-Hey!" She exclaimed as I basically tossed her over my shoulder.

"We gotta go find Kyle and Stan." I walked around the house, finding Stan first. He was sitting on the couch by himself. "Where's Wendy?" I asked him.

"She left already." He shrugged.

"Need a ride home?" I asked. He nodded and stood up, a bit tipsy. Great! Two drunks. He followed me as we continued through the house. Kyle was in a hallway with Red. They were heavily making out, verging on dry humping each other. "Yo! Lover boy! Come on, it's three am. We're going." Stan snickered at the nickname, and Kyle pulled away, glaring at me.

"Fine...by Red. I'll text you later." He gave her another kiss before walking off, tripping over his own feet. That made three. We piled into Kyle's car, me in the drivers seat, Bebe in the passengers, and Stan and Kyle in the back. I took Kyle's keys and started up the car before pulling away from Craig's house. I drove until I found a street in remembered taking when I walked with Bebe to her house. I stopped the car in front of her house and walked her to her door.

"Okay...goodnight Bebe."

"No, wait!" She grabbed my jacket to stop me. "I can't make it up my stairs, will you help me?" Again, if only she wasn't drunk. I sighed and picked her up, before bringing her inside. "This is my room" she said when we got to a door on the second floor. I opened it to see her pink room. It made me smile to see that she had pink wallpaper, I don't know why. When I placed her on the bed, she sat up and looked into my eyes.

"Goodnight Bebe." I whispered.

"Goodnight Kenny." She whispered back before kissing me on the cheek. Why did she have to be drunk? I gave her a smile before quietly leaving her room. It was hard as hell to leave her house without making any noise. Especially on the stairs, but somehow I did it.

"Lessgo" Kyle said, pointing down the street. I drove up to Stan's house and parked the car before giving Kyle his keys and making sure they got inside.

"Kenny...you can stay here tonight if you want." Stan told me, holding the door open.

"Nah...I gotta get home." I told him. He nodded before closing the door. The night air was cool against my face as I walked down the empty street. On my street, a portion of street lights were out, leaving the night sky to be the only thing illuminating my path. All of the lights in my house were off, which was a good thing. It meant my parents weren't awake. Unfortunately, Karen had fallen asleep on the couch. She had waited for me to come home. I let out a sigh before picking her up from her spot. On instinct, she wrapped her arms around my neck and nudged her face against my chest. She breathed softly and quietly as she slept.

"G'night Karen." I whispered, kissing her forehead as I placed her in her bed. Just as I reached her door, I heard her soft voice.

"Wait Kenny." I turned around to see her sitting up in bed. She patted the spot next to her, and I knew what she wanted. I let out another sigh.

"Alright. Just this once. Okay?" She nodded, and I walked over to her. I knocked off my shoes and hung my jacket over her desk chair before laying down next to her. I placed a protective arm over her, and she snuggled into my chest. I listened to Karen's breathing as it became light and even. That's when I fell asleep too.

What could they have been arguing about? You'll find out later in the story, I promise. New chapter coming out soon. I always love comments!