Authors note: First one is kinda emo, but whatever, I put two of each pairing in this chapter. WOOO.

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"You were supposed to be there! He's dying because he wanted to see you!!" It was uncharacteristic for Henrietta to scream, but she felt she had every right.

Curly didn't hear her though. The world stopped around him. All he could see was his only female friend and the only noise going through his mind was his heartbeat. He felt numb.

This was just a way for Red to get back at him, right?

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"I dunno, my brother seemed to trust him." All Ike got in return was a skeptical look, paired with a deepening blush. "Chef said 17 was the right time to start..... I mean, if you really don't want to....."

"I-it's not that. I.... want to..." The Goth boy started to wring his fingers, focusing entirely on the action rather than his curious boyfriend in front of him.

"But?"

"Yeah...."

"........."

"........."

".... Oh Jesus fucking CHRIST, Georgie!! Anal isn't the only type of gay sex!!"

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Henrietta glared at the mirror before her. Kenny really had a death-wish didn't he?

Not that it would matter if she'd kill him....

"So?" She heard him ask from outside the dressing room.

The Goth girl growled lowly, unlatching the door, and spinning in her brand new.... pure white..... excessively lacey..... wedding dress.

The boy had a look of pure, evil joy on his face. "Oh, that'll be PERFECT for Cartman. Asshole's going to get it!"

Henrietta raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, "Can I take it off now?"

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Curly knew he had to be sly, or this wouldn't work. Red wasn't the romantic type. It was as simple as that.

But if he could just get this one thing done, just this once, maybe he could get a little of what their group was so quick to shoot down.

Love.

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"See? Now I'm just forcing a smile!""Even your forced smile looks cute, though.""Yeah? You only think that because you're Canadian!""…. What does being Canadian have to do with…"

"Exactly.""Just shut up and let me take the picture!"

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It was always right after Kenny came back. Right before the shell shock of coming from Heaven or Hell wore off. It was that time frame, any where between ten minutes to a week or two, that Henrietta remembered why she stuck with him.

He might not have turned Goth, necessarily, but he had more depth to what he was saying. His regular shallowness was over-come by the recollection of the events in after life. He would get philosophical, if only for a time being.

He would never tell her what happened there, though, saying that there was no need for her to worry about it just yet. No, he'd do whatever he had to, to make sure she was comfortable in her future eternity. "I have connections." He'd reassure her, "In both high and low places."

One day, she couldn't hold back from asking, "Are you saying that you'll come with me, then?"

He looked some what hurt. "Of… of course."

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YAYYYYY!! 8D Another chapter, to show my love!

My reviewers are allowed to give me, like, five (separate) words each for the next chapter, and I'll write a small drabble based on them. (What are they called again? Damn…. I can't remember the word.) You can tell me what pairings are your favorite, but you're going to end up with a mixture anyways.

I read a lot of fanfics today, including the most recent chapter of 'Kyle in Chains'. Yeah. I needed something to release my disturbed thoughts regarding Bradley. I LOVE HIM TOO MUCH!! And that chapter just freaked me the fuck out.

So yeah.

Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! I LOVE Kenrietta SOOOO much right now! I am the vice-president for the Kenrietta club on deviantart, and you should join! We're sooooo small right now.

Oh, I'm sorry if I haven't replied to all your reviews. I PROMISE that I will for this next chapter. I always formulate the answer in my head, then I forget to actually send it, so I don't know who I've actually replied to any mores….