HD/P1

(I decided to combine these two into a two-shot plot line... YEAH)

Warning: Drunkenness (later) and boy/boy.

My family was a family where alcohol consumption was more frequent than eating. It was pathetic. But at one point in my life, I too was sucked into being a drunk.

I believe it was a few weeks after Kyle "Accidentally" Killed me and got me back to normal.

Butters was over, because we had become pretty good friends at that point. And by pretty good friends, I meant occasional fuck-buddies.

But on the day I'm thinking of, we weren't having sex, just making out on the living room couch.

"Ken, Is this gonna be something more" Butters looked at me with those innocent eyes. He was sitting on my lap, his legs curled around my back and his arms wrapped around my neck.

"I don't know." I honestly didn't. I liked him a lot, but I also liked Bebe. I just wasn't sure. But at that moment I wanted to be with the boy on top of me.

"When are you going to?" I knew butters liked me. He wanted me as more than a friend with benefits. But I just wasn't sure.

"Maybe after another kiss?" I purred and he smiled. He leaned in and our tongues danced.

"KENNETH MCCORMICK!" I heard a yell in my mother's shrill voice scream. The exchange between Butters and I ended immediately.

"Oh Shit" I muttered.

Here's the thing- my parents aren't fond of Gays. I mean, they're not homophobic or anything, they just don't approve of any of their kids turning out that way.

So this was my poor planning's fault, I thought that my mom was out grocery shopping or something.

"YOU'RE OUT OF HERE" She yelled and pointed at me. At first I thought she was pointing at Butters, who had jumped at the sight of her and was sitting next to me shaking.

"Butters. I'd leave now if I were you," I told him in a hushed voice. He nodded and stood up silently. He went to the door and just walked out. He was shaking almost as bad as Tweek.

"You get your shit and leave," My mother screamed at me. I must have looked horrified. Because I was.

"Wh.. What?" Was all I got out.

"Leave you Faggot" She crossed her arms angrily and stared at me.

I stood up and ran to my room. I still couldn't believe what was going on. I was being fucking disowned because I made out with a guy? My life was fucked.

I grabbed my backpack, Cuz of school, and filled it with clothes, Playboys, and my wallet. Luckily, Karen wasn't at the house anymore do I didn't have to worry about her.

I ran down the stairs and walked past my mother who was standing by the couch, trying to clean it. She probably thinks Butters and I fucked on there or something. Ugh. We hadn't done that in like, over a month.

I turned to her and flipped her off, a classic Craig move, and then stormed out the door. So that was great, I was homeless.

I started to walk around; the town was small enough that I wouldn't get lost. I tried to think of where to go, I didn't really want to advertise I had been with Butters. So telling most of my friends was out of the question.

I was basically considering a cardboard box, or a homeless shelter. I decided to try shelter first, since there I would get food.

The walk to get there wasn't long, but I was trying not to be seen by anyone I knew, so it took a bit longer.

When I crossed the street, I saw a girl I recognized. My eyes widened, she was the last person I wanted to see me right now. But Of course she walked right up to me.

"Hey Ken" She smiled. She was dressed in a cute sweater and skirt, made her look hot but not slutty.

"Hi" I fake smiled at her.

"Watcha doin out right now?" She asked. I had to think of a lie fast.

"Uhh... Goin to Kyle's," I said far too fast. I had hoped that she didn't follow me there or something.

"Cool. See you tomorrow." she walked away. I could breath.

I started to walk off towards Kyle's house, do she wouldn't see through my ruse, and got about halfway there. Then I knew I couldn't actually go to Kyle's house, his mom would most certainly not let me stay there longer than a few days.

I turned around and headed towards the downtown area again, I knew I'd have to go to the fucking shelter.

When I got to the main street, I saw women in little clothing.

"Shit, Prostitutes" I looked from one slutty woman to one down the street. The one down the street had long curly blonde hair, her boobs practically out there for all to see, and boots that went up to her thighs.

She was extremely sexy, but also familiar. I took a few steps in her direction before I noticed the abandoned sweater on the ground nearby.

"Bebe?" I didn't mean to say it out loud, but as soon as I did she turned around to face me. I saw her beautiful features covered in far too much makeup.

"Kenny!" She had a startled expression on her face and she jumped backwards a little bit.

"What are you doing?" I stepped closer.

"I didn't have a choice okay? This is how we pay our fucking bills! There's my mom!" She points at an older woman dressed in similar clothing.

"Bebe..." I tried to calm her down. But she was in tears.

"I don't want to Kenny! I don't! But this is the only way.." She was crying like fucking crazy.

"I wish I could help" Was the only thing I could say.

"I wish I could stop crying so someone would pick me" She said and pulled herself away from my chest.

I simply let her go, there wasn't anything else I could do. I watched her go back to her spot and slap on a fake smile as an older man in a car drove up to her. I saw money and her get in.

It was disgusting.

I decided to keep walking to the shelter but I was getting tired. I was walking slowly and didn't notice when a car almost ran me over.

I finally stopped for a minute to rest at some corner; I was waiting for a streetlight.

Then some man came up to me in his car.

He offered me money to fuck him.

I, despite how disturbing and disgusting it was, accepted.

A/N

Cliff Hanger.

The drunkenness is in Part 2!

Idk why I did it like this, but the two ideas seemed to work well together.