Hannah POV

It was torture when I got home.

"Are you okay?" No

"Did he hurt you?" Yes

"Did he rape you?" Gosh mother we're only fifteen

"Why are you wearing his jacket instead of your shirt?" Reasons

"Do you want me to call the cops?" No

I calmly (not) walked to my room and pulled out my laptop, ignoring my mother's comments. Opening up a random page. Tumblr. I realised that was a stupid idea as we haven't had an internet connection yet. I decided to make a start on one of the many books I stole (BORROWED!) from my friends. That didn't work. I finally decided to try to make a YouTube video for my barely-active channel. That also didn't happen. I let the inevitable happen. I broke down and cried. I realised how's stupid I was, no guy would want to be friends with me. I look like a potato with fucked up hair no one knows the colour to. The only guy I'd let close since I had the massive falling out with Mark and he was a prick (both of them were). That's the last thought I have before I fall into dreamless slumber induced from crying so much.

I woke at around three in the morning and finally got changed (I seemed to have forgotten I was wearing his jacket still). After putting on a decent shirt and my batman jacket I ponder what to do with Kenneth's jacket. I should cut it and then send it to him. That's a real classy move Hannah, it's maybe the warmest thing he has. I'll chuck it in his back lawn. Not too bitchy but then no one has to see me giving it to him. I get up off bed and write a note.

Dear Kenneth,

You jerk, assbutt, dickface and circle.

Please do not attempt to be friends with me as I have seen your behaviour and it is most unfavourable to been seen in a young man

With the hate of a newfound enemy,

Hannah Raynel

Ps. Please do not approach me on Thursday in an attempt to make amends

I stuff the note in his pocket and throw his jacket outside over the measly fence separating our houses. Unfortunately, my window is directly opposite a window and as the houses are less than 5 metres apart I mange to hit the window with the jacket. Fuck. Why didn't I notice it before?

The window was cautiously opened.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His sister looked out the window.

"H-he-hello?" The girl looked like she was about to burst into tears. I did I the first thing I thought suitable. I jumped out of the window, climbed over the fence and sat on her window frame.

"Hey kiddo, it's okay. It was me who threw the jacket at your window. It was an accident. I'm sorry." I whispered to the poor kid as she cried. She was only about eleven but she was still so small and weak.

"Wh-who are you?" She asked. "I'm Karen." She said

"Hey Karen, I'm Hannah, remember when you went next door for dinner and there was the rude girl who your brother tried to talk to?" I asked. She nodded. "Well that's me. Sorry I was so rude I didn't really appreciate having to move so suddenly and so far away." I said

"Wh-why are you mad at Kenny?" She asked

"Well... He said stuff he shouldn't have and I'm not sure if I believe it or not but it hit me hard cause my only guy friend from back home did the same thing the day before I left for here." I smiled sadly remembering Mark and started to close her window "get some sleep kid. We both need it." I closed her window and walked back to my house.

Kenny POV.

She didn't see me as I watched her throw my jacket over the small fence and as it accidentally hit my sister's window. I felt like a stalker as I watched her talk to my sister as she (Karen) cried. I couldn't hear a thing she said but I felt like it wasn't anything good. I know I shouldn't be mad at Hannah but I was, no I wasn't. I was mad at myself but felt like I had to take it out on her because I think it's her fault (no you don't you dickhead you can't be stuffed trying to kill yourself and you want to think someone is suffering besides yourself). I watched as she slid the window shut and dash back to her house.

"Karen" I croaked out. My voice was raw from being upset and mad. Karen walked into my room. She knew about how Hannah and I fell out.

"What?" She asked her lovely blue eyes wide.

"What did Hannah talk to you about?"

"Hmm? The girl next door?"

"Yea. Her."

"She was nice. She told me she was sorry for throwing the jacket at my window and that she is really just uncertain to believe about you at this point." She said looking like she was sad for HER. I didn't really believe her and must've given a look that proved my thoughts.

"She lost one of the most important people in her life the day before she moved here Kenny, she was really upset about that still. I think she saw a bit of him in you and it gave her hope that you were a better person than that. She believed in you and you fucked up."

"She has Stan and Kyle to believe in." I point out

"Not really, Kyle's in awe of what she did, he has a road paved for him, he doesn't need anyone other than Stan to believe in him and Stan has a thing for only believing and seeing great things in Kyle." She said "Good Night Kenny." She said and left my room.

Fuck I have a wise younger sister.

I didn't sleep that night. I thought of the things Karen said.

o.o.o

A/N: Imma clarify some shit (these are personal headcanons I have that will be in the story)

a) Kenny likes to point out that his sister has the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen every time she's upset and she's often just "we have the same eye colour".

b) Karen is four years younger than Kenny (if this is actual then I'm an uncultured South Park dweeb).

c) Hannah isn't very good with smaller/younger people. She tends to freak out a bit (what will happen if she meets Tweek?).

d) Hannah insults and complements with shapes, Circle is the ultimate low, Square means pretty okay and Triangle means fan-FUCKING-tabulous.

e) Hannah's inner-conscience is a really Alex Day-esque inner-being that's why she always has bracketed thoughts. It's also sorta why she swears a lot

Till next time.

H.