So I was bored and needed inspiration for this story so I made a video...here is the URL
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Chapter two - Average Day In the Life of McCormick, Kenny's P.O.V.

I groaned and rolled out of bed, sitting up with a huff. Good Morning to all the fuckers out there, I thought to myself as I shut off the decade old alarm and walked over to my century old dresser, opening it and grabbing some ratty skinny's and my parka.

After I dressed I raced into the kitchen. My family seemed to get a little better over the years. My mother and father had divorced and he moved out. Mom had gotten a job and with the job I had I was able to help her out some. Kevin did little to nothing to help us out. Karen couldn't get a job so she just helped with chores.

With what money mom and I had we got her a tutor. She is actually passing ninth grade, which is good, right now her grades are at least, a C, but enough about her before she-

"Good Morning!" Speak of the damned devil. Karen walked in with a yawn, dressed already.

"Morning kids." Mom said, looking at us with a small tired smile as she set two plates on the table for us, eggs and toast. As you can tell, we weren't that poor now, we had food, thanks to food stamps, good clothing, thanks to our jobs, and a decent looking home, thanks to selling some old things that we didn't need and the incoming money we had.

I smiled and glanced over at Karen who was picking at the table, so use to peeling pieces of wood off the old one, before looking at my mom.

"Thanks," I said as I took a bite of the eggs. Mom wasn't the best cook, but she tried to be a good parent and learn to cook better and be a better mom. But I liked her the way she is. "It's delicious." I said with a smile that she returned as she went back to cooking.

"You kids do your homework?" She asked us. Karen nodded and I tensed up.

"I forgot," I said quietly. "Sorry."

She just shook her head. "Do it next time Kenny." I just nodded and sighed as I finished my food and got up.

"Ten minutes Karen." I told my sister as I went into my room and brushed my hair then pulled on my boots. After I brushed my teeth I went back into the kitchen, kissed my mom's cheek, and walked out to the truck I had bought a while back. Yeah, it was a use and beat up one, but it was a vehicle.

Karen was already inside of it, warming it up and playing music. I slid into the driver's seat and shut off the music, ignoring her whining. "You have an Mp3 and it is my truck." I reminded her to shut her up.

We got to the school a little later on, going our separate ways, me walking to the trio on the school steps and her to her clique. I could already hear Cartman blabbering on about something ridiculous to Stan and Kyle as they leaned against each other.

We had all changed over the years, Cartman actually got thinner, believe it or not, Kyle tamed his jew-fro and straightens his hair everyday, no longer wearing his ushanka, Stan isn't so much as a wuss, he told Wendy off in seventh grade when they broke up for the thousandth time. On the other hand I got a little richer, stopped wearing my hood, and became quite the whore. I won't deny a good fuck.

"You fags wouldn't understand," Cartman said to Stan and Kyle as he shrugged. It was true, the two 'Super Best Friends' had started dating a little over two years ago. "Oh! Hey Kenny." Cartman said in that annoying tone of his.

I sat down next to Stan. "Hey Fatass." Yeah, we still called him that, even if he wasn't fat.

"Aye!" Cartman glared. "Watch your mouth poor boy!" He warned me.

I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever dude, so anyway, last night I was working at the bar again," I told Cartman, not looking over at the gaywads next to me who were kissing. "And Lori comes in again, she starts flirting, yeah? But she still denies me!" I whined.

Damn that girl was good looking, beautiful face with pretty blue eyes, nice long thin legs, and she has a pretty small waist, to top it off she was a blonde. Let me just say I am a sucker for blondes.

"Then that hoe isn't worth it," Cartman stated with a quiet sigh. "Just get some other blonde bitch." I glared at him.

"She isn't a bitch or a hoe." I defended as I watched Kyle and Stan get up and walked off into the school, holding hands.

"God what faggots." Cartman mumbled as he walked off to find his girlfriend-believe it or not. He was dating Testabitch (Wendy).

I sighed, being left alone on the steps of the school with no one. Left alone with my thoughts, which of course went back to Lori. She honestly reminded me of Butters which was scary, oh, here he comes now.

He hasn't spotted me yet, good. God I loved teasing this kid, bullying him, just being rude. He never defended himself and I found that funny, the idiot.

As he got closer I stuck out my leg, watching as one of his small feet caught it and sent him falling over, smacking his nose to a step with a groan. I laughed as he scrambled to his feet and grabbed his papers, sending me a sad look as he held his nose, before he dashed inside to avoid hearing the laughter of everyone around me.

I smirked and stood up, brushing off my pants and walked into the school. The normal loud chatter filled my ears as I caught onto bits and pieces of conversations, listening for Bebe.

"...the shoes were on sale!..." That was Red.

"...oh god guys you will never..." Clyde.

"...no way! Him?..." Wendy.

"...Kyle still has a sweet ass, too bad he's..." There she is.

I looked around in the direction of her voice, spotting her wavy blonde curls as they fell down her back, free from the bun she had. I allowed my eyes to wander over her curvy body as I walked over. "Hey babe," I mumbled in her ear as I placed my hands on her hips. "Want a quickie?" I asked, ignoring the immature giggles from her friends.

"Sure." Was her short reply as she grabbed my hand and pulled me down a nearly empty hallway and into a janitors closet. No time was wasted as she pulled me close by my belt loops, kissing my jaw as she unzipped my pants.

After the 'quickie' we realized that class had already started. So we just sat in there smoking and talking till the next bell was heard, this usually happened at least once a week. We walked out before anyone walked out of their classrooms and went our own separate ways.

Mathematics. How very fun. Not. The worst part of it was that Mr/Ms. (Depending on the week) Garrison had transferred up to the high school to make sure we kept out of trouble, he taught this class, well if you could call what he does teaching.

As I walked in and sat down I took note of how he was indeed female this week, old and ugly as ever. I ignored 'her' teaching while my friends sat around me chatting. I didn't even notice as we each were handed a paper with series of problems on it.

I took one look at it, as Ms. Garrison huffed and glared at me, before looking over at Kyle with a pleading look. The ginger headed male took a deep breath and scooted his desk over so our desks touched on one side.

"What do you want help on specifically?" He asked me, looking at the paper that he was already busy filling out.

"Stealing your brain," I muttered, scanning his answers before he covered his paper and glared at me like a mother scolding her child. He acted like my second mother sometimes as well which made it more convincing.

"Why don't you ask for help involving not smelling like sex, dude." He stated, wrinkling his nose up with distaste. "Or girls perfume," He leaned close, sniffing before backing off. "And what the hell is that other scent?" He asked.

"What other smell?" I questioned, sniffing. "Oh I think that is the scent of sweat, must have burned off all my deodorant with that act." I said with a smirk.

"Dude you reek, go to the bathroom and clean up." I just shrugged.

"After class." I stated as I rolled my eyes. "Now help me on this," I all but demanded from him as I pointed to the first problem. "I hate geometry."

"Fuck twelfth grade." Replied Kyle as he looked at the problem.

During lunch was when I went out behind the building to smoke with Craig and the goth kids, and sometimes we were joined by Tweek, that was the case today. He was scared of the goths but it looked like he wasn't around Craig and when he was high, it was so unlike the old him. There were only three goths now, for your information, Tall Goth graduated.

I sat down next to the always poker-faced Craig as he took a drag from his cigarette and glanced at me.

"Hey McCormick," He said nasally as he exhaled.

"Yeah, hey Kenny," Tweek said, eyes red rimmed from the weed. He seemed like a normal kid when he was high, that is probably why he did it so much. "How's it going?"

I glanced at the blonde. "Good, you?" I lit the end of a cigarette that I took out of my pack that I hid in my parka.

"High." He laughed softly and leaned against Craig, playing with the ends of his hat. Craig just ignored him, smoking still. I would never understand how the two were able to date, they are such polar opposites.

"Well that's obvious." I mumbled quietly, taking a deep drag. Before Tweek could say anything I was flipped off by his boyfriend who leaned over to steal a drag from Tweek's joint.

I just rolled my eyes. Jackass.

Just another normal day I suppose, I wonder if Lori would come in to the bar tonight. I hope so, she seems to trap me with her teasing ways, lures me in and leaves me hanging everytime. Fucking teases suck, but she makes up for it.

Now hold on a moment, I bet you're wondering how me, an eighteen year old, is working at a bar serving drinks. Isn't that illegal?

Yes. It is, but I know the owner and I also own a fake ID that says I'm currently 22, four years older, not bad. I just serve the drinks, as far as most people know, but I drink the hell out of them at times though, I have a feeling I'm going to need to have a drink tonight.

After school Karen took the bus home as I decided to hang out with my friends for a few hours, before work. She hated riding the bus, the bus driver was the same person as always, that rude bitch. She would argue back with her though, and that was never good.

"Hey Kenny!" Cartman's voice cut through my thoughts. "Lets go beat up the girly boy!"

Butters.

I just smirked and looked at the trio. "Lets do it." I said as I walked over to them.

This was my daily exercise other than gym class, it was chasing after the brute and kicking his ass in for fun. Why did we do it? Because he was too easy, he didn't defend himself, and he was terrified of us. It was just amusing. Well, it use to be, it sort of lost its charm over the years.

"Butters!" Yelled Stan with a sly smirk, we watched as the Blonde looked at us with wide eyes before running off around the corner, leaving his friend standing there. Bradley I think his name was.

"Leave him alone!" He had cried as we raced past him and down the road after Butters, I think this was how Cartman had gotten slimmer.

Butters' little girly hello kitty bag bounced on his back as he ran faster, we kept up. I had always wondered how he ran in those skinny jeans. I could already hear his deep breathing as I raced behind him, closer than the others were.

I grabbed his shirt collar and pulled to a stop, him tumbling backwards as I did so, gasping for breath desperately. "Hey Butters." I said with a smirk, looking into his watery eyes as he bit his lip and tried to pull away from me before I tossed him to the cold pavement, us four creating a circle around the girly boy.

No sign of Lori.

I sighed as I sipped my beer and looked around the bar, she wasn't dancing, drinking, or chatting so she wasn't here and it's well past her normal time. The music was just beats in my ears, I couldn't hear the lyrics because I wasn't paying attention.

I didn't even notice as a small brunette female walked over, hips swaying in seduction mode. I noticed her when she coughed lightly for my attention so I glanced down into her golden eyes framed by black thick lashes. She looked like a doll, so breakable, so beautiful, but unlike a doll she appeared so fuckable.

"Hey there sexy," She said as she sat on one of the stools and batted her eyelashes at me as she moved her gold painted lips. "Wanna get me a drink?" She asked.

"What type?" I questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"Mai Tai," She said simply. "I have another question." She said as she watched me make the drink for her.

"Shoot." I said softly, finishing it up and handing it to her in a glass as she hesitated on asking the question she was going to ask.

"I see that blondie in here a lot, talking to you," She paused before mumbling, "Maybe two questions..." She met my blue gaze into her eyes. "Are you both together?" She asked quietly. "Because you could do so much better."

Just then I distantly heard 'Girlfriend' by Avril Lavigne start up, how ironic.

'Hey hey, you you,

I don't like your girlfriend,

No way, no way,

I think you need a new one.'

"No we aren't dating, but I have my eyes on her to date." I answered honestly, holding back a smirk as she frowned and looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"So you wouldn't even consider me for a quickie?" She asked, batting her eyelashes. "I mean, you're hot and sexy, you could get anybody so why her?" She asked, nearly pouting. "Everyone would easily fall to your feet."

I smiled slightly. "Because, she isn't easy like that, she is addicting, a tease, not a person wanting sex, more of a relationship, and that, my dear, is precious to me." I said as I leaned back and left to serve someone else who walked up to the bar.

'You're so fine,

I want you mine,

You're so delicious,

I think about you all the time,

You're so addictive.'

I just smiled at the words, noticing how the brunette got up and walked away, still sulking, cursing under her breath.

It just takes a hoe to know a hoe I guess. Wait, did I just deny sex?