AN: hey guys! The last chapter was weird (and long!) but this one is the main follow up to it.
If there are things like *italics* or *italics out* it's cause I write these in the notes section of my iPad mini and then upload not the website then edit them on my laptop. But then why don't I just write these on my laptop? Because I write these quite late at night (when I SHOULD be asleep) and I don't really need the extra worry of getting caught on my laptop. (Don't badger about me needing to sleep I don't function well wit too much and I function like shit with too little and right now I have a pretty okay sleeping schedule)

o.o.o

Kenny POV

I asked her if she wanted to walk home...
She practically told me to give her a tour of the town...
What the Fuck am I supposed to do?!

I pull my crappy outdated flip phone out from my pocket and and pretend to text while I wait for Hannah to pack up her stuff, that was a stupid idea, I was pulled out of the library as soon as I opened up my phone.
"So Kenneth, what great wonders are there in South Park?" She asked me with a fierce light in her now very-pale-blue-almost-grey eyes.
"How did you know my full name?" I ask in stupor as she stared at me like I was an idiot
"Fuck! That's actually your name?" Was her reply as she burst into a loud laughter "Dude, I didn't think that was your name! I just do that to people whose names have or can be shortened, Kenny becomes Kenneth, Amy becomes Amelia and Chrissie becomes Christine. What'd you expect from me? You know I'm a weirdo." She said.

"Hey Mickey is this the great and glorious Hardbucks?" She asked with sarcasm as we neared the coffee shop.
"Yea. Let us go in! I shall not buy coffee cause I'm so fucking poor according to Cartman." I said and pulled a twenty out of my pocket we walked into the warm, coffee scented shop. I got a simple long black. Hannah got a mocha with a shot of vanilla. The barista looked at her with a mix of sorrow, sympathy and jealousy, that was probably because I used to fuck the barista for free drinks every now and then. As we waited for our drinks I studied Hannah's hair (in a non-stalkery way of course). It is a medium brown and it looks like she has brown-ginger highlights.
"Hey"
"Yea?"
"Do you get your hair dyed?" I asked curiously
"No. Why? Do you? I find it weird how you seem to be the only one with blonde hair in your family." She said in a rush
"Let me answer these in order. You have very strange highlighting so I thought it was dyed. No I don't. I get having blond hair from my father who didn't come to your house that night because he was too busy getting drunk." I summed up for her
"Kenny, yours and your girlfriend of the week's drinks are ready." The barista said with a distaste and slid over the coffee cups. I caught my cup but Hannah wasn't as lucky. She was too slow in grabbing her cup and it spilt over her (awesome but you never heard it from me) Star Trek shirt.
"FUCK! I quite liked this shirt!" She said as she grabbed a few serviettes to try and mop up the coffee on her shirt. Without thinking I unzipped my parka, pulled her soggy shirt off her (in a non-pervy way I hope) and quickly zipped my parka onto her (not even glancing at her plain dark blue bra). That all happened in about five seconds.
"Better?" I asked handing her her shirt.
"Much" she said and noticed I was only wearing my orange pants and shoes,
"Today was one of the days I was running late and I couldn't find a singlet to go underneath." I explained and suddenly felt very exposed. I never felt like this when I did this normally, even around hot girls, so why was I feeling this way?
"Shit man, you'll freeze cause you had to be nice to me." She said and immediately started to unzip my parka.
"Hey don't be a dumb bitch." I said and stopped her from unzipping the parka past her chest "I've lived here my whole life, I'll be fine. YOU however have been here for less than a week and I don't think your body has adjusted to the less-than-zero climate we have most of the year." I said
"At least wear my lame coffee soaked Star Trek shirt" she pushed the shirt into my hands and I begrudgingly put it on not to upset her. Surprisingly she wears really baggy shirts so it fit my tall frame fine.
"And YOU" I said turning over to the barista "You have put me off coming to Hardbucks for a while. I think we'll be going to the Tweak bros. Next time." I started to leave when Hannah spoke up.
"Hello, me here. The one who had COFFEE split down her shirt you fucker! I request ANOTHER!." She said referencing Thor and completing it by throwing the spilt drinks cup onto the the ground
"Of course Miss. It's my fault for sliding your coffee over to you, I was jealous of you dating my ex." The barista explained and started making another drink.
"Yes I did fuck you, but you knew we weren't dating, so don't go calling me your ex. We were fuck buddies if you want to put it that way and I only fucked you for free coffee." I said "and she" I motioned to Hannah "is my neighbour, we were just stopping for a coffee on our walk home from the library." I said.

Hannah looked at me aghast
"Y-y-you're using me? For what?" Hannah asked nearly in tears "a fuck-buddy? A tutor? Y-you didn't actually want to hang out?" She grabbed her coffee soaked shirt and ran out of the shop before I could say anything.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I fucked things up in the first friendship I knew I wanted. Shit

O.o.o

A/N: this was really hard to write because there was a whole different way this went when I started writing this chapter but it ended up like this!
Please don't be alarmed if suddenly the ages for everyone suddenly goes from 16 to a different age because I have no idea what age I want to set this story on I'm thinking somewhere between 14-16 so don't think it's a continuity error I just haven't made my mind up

H.