Kenny woke up with a warm feeling wrapped around him. It was very soft, but not quite as soft as his pillow. At first, it confused his sleepy brain as he tried to comprehend what could possibly be in his bed with him.
His first thought was that maybe it was a person. Maybe he'd stayed at a girl's house after sex and that's what was on him. That thought satisfied his curiosity as he snuggled his face suggestively into the crook of her neck. …It was nice, usually he wasn't able to actually sleep next to the women he slept with.
Kenny attempted to drift back to sleep, but something wasn't letting him. It was a struggling feeling that was weaseling through his drowsy mind, a feeling of misplacement. …Something was off, off with his reasoning, but for some reason Kenny couldn't figure out what it was. It persisted and bugged him until at long last he cracked his eyes open to try and satisfy it.
The first thing he realized was that it was his own bed, not some girl's. The second had been that Kenny had all of his clothes on, and so did this girl. That had meant that there had been no sex between them. Finally, the last thing the McCormick noticed was that it was no girl in his bed that was wrapped around him, it was Butters.
Suddenly, Kenny was hit with the memory of last night and all of the confusing feelings he'd felt. They repossessed his body with a new vengeance, and Kenny couldn't keep himself from blushing as he realized just how close he was to Butters.
Kenny's heart beat raced in his chest as he stared straight into Butters' agile sleeping face; listening to him gently breath in and out. The blond could feel himself blush. …There was no denying it now, there was nothing to counter it with. Kenny was lusting after his friend… and what bothered him was that Kenny's filter didn't care he was a man, or that Butters was his friend. The only thing that was keeping him reigned was that this was Butters. Sweet innocent Butters, and he couldn't just make a move on him and take it lightly.
Gah! What was he thinking?! This was his friend! Kenny struggled with himself, his breath uneven as he watched Butters' sleep.
Butters slowly awoke to a very comfortable feeling. He could feel his arms wrapped around something soft and warm. The safe cozy feeling he felt gently lulled Butters back to sleep as he nestled his face into what he thought was his pillow with a soft sigh. Just as he was starting to drift back off he felt what he was holding stiffen slightly. Wait, pillows didn't do that.
Blue eyes shot open in momentary panic. For a second he forgot where he was, but he remembered now. That's right, he had slept over at Kenny's last night. Then that must mean that… Butters' face turned a nice shade of red when he realized that he had his arms wrapped around Kenny. He had mistaken his friend for his pillow in his sleepy haze.
Very quickly he released Kenny and scooted himself away from him with a shocked look on his face. "I-I'm s-so sorry Kenny! I-I swear I didn't do th-that on purpose!" He quickly stammered out. He felt terrible even though he had warned Kenny that he was clingy in his sleep.
Kenny had been watching Butters' face the moment he'd snapped his eyes open and was nearly startled when he yelped and shot himself away like he had, backing himself up to the siding of his bed. Kenny wanted to be relieved, but instead what he ended up feeling was a small amount of disappointment.
Kenny's mind, still drowsy, blotted out everything Butters' said. Instead of listening, Kenny gave a small smirk as he reached forward with his hand and tugged Butters back down to him. He pulled the startled bond tight to him in a playful manner, but he couldn't deny that he was also being a little serious in his action. He mentally thanked whatever superior being that for once he woke up without morning wood.
"Don't worry, I was comfy." Kenny said to him, burying his face into the other's hair. He was trying to keep a playful air, but he knew it was really because he wanted to. The truth was that he'd enjoyed being that close to Butters, though he didn't think he'd be admitting that out loud. "We should just sleep until noon." He grunted, his voice still sounding thick with sleep.
Butters managed to stop himself from squeaking when he was tugged back over. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, so much so that he wondered how Kenny couldn't feel it. Despite his moment of shock and embarrassment, Butters found himself relaxing when his friend buried his face in his hair. As awkward as this situation was, it also felt nice. Maybe a little too nice. "Oh….o-okay." Butters gave in. He might as well enjoy the moment while it lasted.
Kenny was glad when Butters gave in, snuggling closer to him and lazing comfortably. He didn't actually think that he could fall back asleep, but he was certainly content to lay still with the other and relax until he felt he wanted to get up.
"Kenny?"
The blonde's eyes opened as he heard his name being called. A feeling of dread and irritation instantly came over him. God… his mother had to ruin this, didn't she? A low groan came out from Kenny, dismayed by his mother's call. "…So much for laying down…" He grumbled to himself.
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Kenny was walking around town with Butters tailing just behind him, glancing up at all of the tall buildings that that frosted over with last night's frost. ..It was strange to the orange-wearing blond because he hadn't felt cold last night, though he supposed he had Butters to thank for that.
"So, was there anything you wanted to do?" Butters asked out of curiosity. He was currently walking around town with Kenny. Just getting to hang out with his friend was enough for him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to go the movie place he'd suggested earlier or not. He had offered again this morning, but he had yet to hear an answer. Butters had just been dragged out of Kenny's home before he could even realize what they were doing.
Glancing back towards Butters, Kenny noticed that he was only wearing a long sleeved shirt. It dawned on him that maybe he shouldn't have pulled Butters out his door so quickly. Even though he had only been trying to drag him out before his father woke up, he realized that he probably should have had more sense than that.
Butters' cheeks looked pink from the cold outside, two bright blue eyes peeking out and around at the chilly world just above them. Even though Kenny was positive that the blond was cold, he could see the barest hints of a smile on Butters face. Guilt crashed over Butters like a wave.
"…Some place warm." Kenny suggested, turning back around and scanning the buildings. He hadn't been thinking about going in to any of them, but if Butters was cold then he'd have to reconsider. "…Did you still want to go to the theatre? I could probably sneak us in or something."
Butters looked up, a bit surprised. "S-Sure, but you don't have to sneak us in. I've got a gift card that I n-need to use before it expires." Butters said, smiling slightly despite the chill in the air. Goodness, he couldn't understand his old habit of hardly wearing a coat in this weather anymore. It was freezing. If Kenny wanted to get out of the cold, then Butters was completely for it. He just didn't want to complain about the fact that he was getting cold. His parents always told him that it wasn't nice to complain.
Kenny was taken off guard when Butters offered to simply pay for them to get in with his gift card. He wasn't used to people offering him anything. The other members in their group usually ditched him if he couldn't afford to get in places. That was why he had become so accustomed to sneaking into places; so he could hang out with them more often. Anything beat home.
Kenny stopped walking and turned to look at Butters, looking both surprised and yet complimented. "Well… is there anyone else you'd rather take? You don't have to use your gift card on me… we can grab whoever you want and I could easily meet you inside." He offered.
"I'd actually prefer to take you. The only other person I could take would be Eric, and I'd rather not…" Butters said, feeling a little bad for talking about Eric. It wasn't that Butters had anything against him, it was just that Eric was overly rude the last time Butters had invited him and he didn't want to go through that again. "So let's go." Butters smiled, his breath misting lightly in front of his face.
As they headed towards the theatre, Butters couldn't help the growing unease inside of him. He may be fine with taking Kenny with him, but what if his friend wasn't okay with going with Butters? Kenny had tried and offered to sneak in so Butters could take someone else, but what if he was only being polite? Maybe he'd rather sneak in than go in with Butters. He couldn't blame him if that was the case. What if his theory was right? He'd be twisting Kenny's arm into going with him. Oh god, he needed to stop all of this worrying before he blurted out something stupid and embarrassing.
Kenny was surprised when Butters had told him that he would much rather take him than someone else, though he completely understood why when he said that the only other person he'd consider was Cartmen. Kenny wouldn't want to take that smug ass hole either.
Murmuring a quick 'thank you' was all Kenny would do before they began shuffling their cold feet towards the theater down town. He was grateful for it, since he hadn't gone in such a long while. He was sure it would be a lot of fun, especially with Butters.
The poorer of the two turned to look at the other, only to notice that there was something off. Whereas Kenny was excited, Butters seemed to be feeling anxious, his pale eyebrows turned up just slightly at their fronts. Absently, Kenny wondered if the blond was aware how readable he could be at times.
"Nervous?" Kenny asked, a smirk slowly forming over his lips as an idea came to mind. Once Butters turned to look at him, Kenny faced forward. They were nearly at the theatre now, it was only about fifty yards away. "It's alright. Dates are fun."
Butters couldn't help the blush that bloomed across his face at Kenny's comment. He wanted to playfully smack his arm for saying something like that, but he didn't want to unclasp his hands and make them even colder. Kenny's joking comment did make him feel somewhat better though.
When they reached the entrance to the theatre, Butters looked up at the movie sign to see what was playing. When he didn't see anything that he was dying to watch he turned to Kenny. "Anything you wanna see?" He asked with a smile.
Kenny gave a cursory glance over all of the different movie advertisements, noting that most of the movies were either childish or centered on romance. Kenny realized that they must have come in on a 'chick' day. The teen instantly started analyzing the lead female's chest in each of the movie posters. If he could find one good thing in movies like that, it was the cleavage.
"She has nice tits." Kenny blurted out loud, his mouth running away on him. Sometimes he really wished he could have a filter so he could check himself around Butters, his lewd mouth must really seem unbecoming.
Attempting to recover, Kenny turned away and gave a nervous cough. "I don't know though, they all look… interesting. Most people on dates go to see a comedy or something. We could pick one of those…?"
"…Comedy would be okay." Butters said as he tried to recall if any of the movies were comedic. As he looked at the posters, he eventually came across the one Kenny had commented on. She certainly did have a nice figure, and he could agree that she had a nice chest. It looked like it might have some comedic parts too. Maybe they should just watch that one, Kenny would probably enjoy it.
"Did you want to see that one?" Butters asked while he indicated the poster. "If I'm rememberin' correctly, I think it's a romantic comedy." Butters brain could only recall tid bits of old commercial promotions he had seen while watching television, but he was sure he was correct.
Kenny was surprised when Butters suggested, or more indicated, the same movie that Kenny had. He smiled. "…Sure, if you don't mind. It seems okay." He lied. In all honesty, Kenny couldn't care less about what movie they watched. It was something new that he could do, and doing it with Butters was a plus. He wasn't exactly sure why, but Kenny wouldn't want to be here watching a chick flick with anyone else…though he had a feeling that was because anyone else would turn it into a joke.
Butters didn't Care much about the movie choice, but he eagerly bought the tickets and made his way inside. A happy sigh slid past his lips once the heat in the theatre enveloped him. He almost closed his eyes for a moment as his body absorbed the heat like a reptile after a cold night. He turned to look at Kenny with a happy smile. " We've got time, do you want anything?" He gestured to the concession stand. "I've got to use up what's left on the card. It expires soon."
Kenny smiled feeling touched by Butters' offer. It was a nice thought, but it was a gift card intended for Butters and he should really be using it on himself. "Don't worry about it. You go ahead and get yourself something. I can reserve a couple of seats for us." He offered with a small grin. Before Butters could object, Kenny turned and walked towards the theatre room their movie would be showing in.
Butters watched Kenny walk away before a small smirk formed on his face Even if Kenny said that he didn't want anything, he was going to get him something anyway. He decided on some pretty common snacks before he made his way into the viewing room.
Once inside he looked around until he spotted Kenny. He made his way over and plopped down next to his blond friend. "Sorry, but I got you something anyway." Butters beamed as he set down what he got on the arm rest nestled between their seats. "So please pick somethin'."
Kenny had looked up when he heard Butters approaching him, smiling for only a short moment until he saw that the other had his arms of full of different theatre snack and candy. There were only a few items, but it was still more than Butters would probably eat alone. The blond teenager couldn't keep himself from frowning.
"You really didn't have to get me anything. I would have been fine." Kenny said quietly. It really was very nice of him, but Kenny couldn't help but to feel bad. After he shrugged off his coat, he turned to look at the boxes of candy he'd picked before he took out a box of Milk Duds for himself. "…Thank you very much." He smiled softly. "I owe you sometime."
"You don't owe me anything." Butters replied as he tried to get comfortable in his seat. If anything, he felt as though he owed Kenny since Butters had made this whole visit awkward. Still, awkward or no, the blond was having fun and he could only hope that Kenny was as well.
The room they were in was almost completely empty, which was a good and bad thing all at the same time. It meant that no one important would see them watching a chick flick, but it was also likely that the movie wasn't any good.
Once all of the previews finally ended the lights in the desolate theatre dimmed, making Kenny's view of Butters hard to see. He supposed he should be watching the movie feature anyway, even though it was a chick flick. He didn't want to waste Butters time and gift card by not watching it, he'd been nice enough to take him.
With a light sigh Kenny reclined comfortably into the seat, doing his best to pay attention to the long intro with that cheesy happy music most romantic comedies had. He could instantly tell that this was going to unfold in the typical manner that most did, and tried to amuse himself by guessing the events before they happened. He had been on other dates with girls who enjoyed these kinds of movies, so he was at least a little knowledgeable of them.
It didn't take Kenny long to find his mind wandering on him. He found himself staring at the screen and trying to imagine back to yesterday night, back to all of the emotions and strange thoughts that had come over him. It had been so strange… he'd never felt anything for another boy before. Sure, he could find them cute, but he'd never lusted after any of them before, let alone to make such a strong move on one…and yet it had happened just yesterday.
Thinking back on it, Kenny almost felt disappointed. Kenny had really wanted to at least feel how soft Butters' skin was. He looked like his skin was a lot smoother than most girls' he had seen. In fact, Butters was a hell of a lot different from anyone he'd ever seen before.
Kenny turned his head a little to sneak a glance at the other teenager. Even in this dark theatre he could see his soft expression. He could see his light hair that fell down in pretty little wisps about his gentle shaped face and his light blue eyes, but that wasn't what was most impressing. For the first time, Kenny was able to see past the exterior of someone and see what a beautiful, thoughtful person Butters was. Kenny knew that he must have flaws, but that didn't put him off. If anything it made Kenny want to find them.
Ah, he was staring again. Kenny sure was developing a problem with that. Turning his head away from the other, Kenny returned his gaze to the screen. The women was currently changing which made the male smirk to himself. Maybe this movie wasn't so bad after all.
So far, the movie wasn't as bad as Butters had been assuming it would be. Sure, it was your typical romantic comedy, but the actors weren't too terrible. Still, the film didn't hold his attention for too long. While the girls on the screen chatted amongst themselves, Butters let his mind wander. He thought about his school work and the colleges he would be applying to soon. He also thought about his family, wondering if he would get into trouble when he got home.
Butters' mind was a whirlwind of different thoughts at the moment, but the one that weighed the most on him was all about Kenny. This weekend had been fun so far, and the blond found himself wondering if maybe he and Kenny would be better friends after it was over. All and all, that was what Butters really wanted.
The blond was so used to settling for something less that he hardly noticed when he was doing it. Butters would have loved to have something more than just a friendship with Kenny, but he was still okay with just remaining friends. Was there something wrong with thinking that? A little part of him must have thought so since it was like a small voice kept telling him not to give up. Butters would have liked to listen to it, but so far it had never given him good advice.
As the women were putting their clothes on for the new day, Kenny let his attention slip back to Butters. Maybe he could figure out this whole mess later… with Stan or maybe even Kyle. He doubted that they'd want to listen, but maybe if he persisted they would. Any option was better than going to Cartmen… so until Monday, maybe he'd let himself do what he wanted and see where it went.
Secretly, Kenny snuck his hand over to Butter's seat. He waited so he could make sure the other wasn't paying attention before he just touched the top of his cool hand with his warm one. Kenny was playing it off as though he'd just rested his arm on the rest provided with the seats and accidently touched his hand, though normally he wouldn't have minded being forward about it. The only reason why Kenny wasn't was because he didn't want to scare Butters.
Butters was drawn out of his thoughts when he felt a light touch on his hand. He almost reacted by quickly pulling his hand away, but he reacted calmly for once and kept still. He wanted to look over to see if it was Kenny, but he already knew it was. Butters was afraid that if he looked then it would make Kenny take his hand away.
A soft smile and blush formed on his face before he could stop it. It was moments like this that fueled Butters' positive thinking and gave him hope that he didn't need. At the moment though, he couldn't care less about all that. He was enjoying this way too much to let his negativity get in the way.
Kenny found a small smile creeping across his lips when he found that the other hadn't moved his hand away. It made him happy for some reason he couldn't quite explain. All he knew was that he was so distracted by just the slight touch of their hands that Kenny could scarcely pay attention to the movie in front of them at all.
Kenny also couldn't help but to feel a small amount of triumph, too. He had known Butters' hands would be this soft, but he hadn't expected them to be a little smaller than his own. Butters was almost an inch taller than him, so he'd expected his hands to be a bit bigger… though Kenny didn't mind at all. He decided that he would leave his hand there until the end of the movie, rubbing his thumb just slightly over the top of Butters hand.
Butters' blush deepened when he felt Kenny's thumb move gently over the top of his hand. He was happy still, but also confused. He didn't want to think about things too much and come to the wrong conclusion, but he couldn't help it. Kenny's actions weren't just friendly, and Butters was sure he didn't do this with Stan or Kyle, so why was he doing this with him? It didn't make an ounce of sense to him.
Butters had to bite back to urge to ask Kenny why he was doing this. Even though he wanted to know, he had a feeling that it was better that he remain in the dark about it. The blond made himself relax before he dared a quick glance over in Kenny's direction. A deep blush quickly exploded across his face when he ended up catching Kenny looking at him. What was really bad about it was that they had both made eye contact. Butters quickly looked forward again as he tried to will his flush away along with the embarrassment.
Kenny had felt the skin on Butters' hand twitch when he had ghosted his thumb over the top. He couldn't help but to wonder if even a light motion such as that had been too forward for the other, but he felt relieved when Butters didn't move his hand away. Kenny felt himself smile just slightly before sliding his eyes over to look at Butters, shocked to find him doing to the same.
Butters must have noticed too, because Kenny watched his eyes round and a dark blush sweep over the tops of his cheeks before turning back to the movie screen. Kenny kept his gaze on him though, watching Butters' face and feeling the other's heart speed up by the pulse in his hand. It was almost too cute for words, but Kenny didn't smile. Instead, he found himself staring at Butters with an intense look, his eyes searching for something in his actions.
"Do you like me?" The question slipped past Kenny's lips before he could even realize he was thinking it. The teenager swallowed. …What on earth was he doing? He couldn't just ask him that. Kenny looked hastily back towards the movie. "Never mind." He said in an awkward and embarrassed manner. Stupid!
Butters tried to regulate his breathing so he didn't end up panicking. He hadn't been expecting words like those to come from Kenny's mouth. He instantly felt horribly stupid for not having moved his hand. He should have known that it would make his friend wonder why he had stayed still. The blond felt unsure and embarrassed. He had no idea how Kenny was going to react.
The blond focused on the move screen as he tried to distract himself. The film was almost over at this point and once it was through he was going to have to walk back with Kenny. Butters could only imagine how awkward that was going to be. Kenny was probably weirded out, especially because Butters hadn't answered him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Kenny could feel his embarrassment smothering him. He couldn't believe that he'd just blurted that out. He wanted to know the answer, but this wasn't the appropriate time or place for it… not to mention he'd probably just freaked his friend out. Butters' silence warded that for him. …What on earth had been going through his head? Had he really expected an answer? It wouldn't have solved his confusion any. Stupid.
Kenny was relieved when the movie finally made it to the credits. He wasted no time in standing up with Butters and messing with putting on his outer layer. He'd just made this entire situation very awkward for the both of them, and no matter how hard Kenny wished the question could be taken back; the truth was that it wasn't going to happen. He'd have to think of something to remedy this…without making it worse.
As the two teenagers exited the movie, he wasn't surprised by both of their silence. Of course they were going to be quiet. Kenny would have felt bad, but right now he was using the silence to think everything through. He'd asked Butters if he liked him, but the place and time were bad. For that reason, Kenny had abruptly cut the question, which was why they were no in this awkward silence. Maybe, just maybe if Kenny could get an answer out of Butters the question could have closure, and they could talk it over. It was a long shot if he thought it could help fix their situation, but it was all Kenny could think of. That, and he still wanted to know the answer personally.
With that intention strictly on Kenny's mind, he waited until they were well on their way back to his hovel of a home. The entire walk so far had been silent, but Kenny was sure to break it. As soon as they passed by the wooded area that was right by his house he stopped walked and turned to face Butters. Kenny looked serious as he tried his best to piece together something to say.
"Butters, hold on a moment." He stalled, his mind racing to think of exactly how to bring this topic back up. Kenny had led Butters off to the side of the woodland.
"…About the movie theatre and the question I asked you, I'm sorry." Kenny stuffed his hands far into his pockets as he looked to the side. Kenny wasn't used to being the one nervous in these situations. It was strange, but he was having troubles looking at Butters in the face. He was unsure of how he'd react, which was a whole new concept for him. "…I didn't mean anything weird by it. It's just, it's been on my mind for… a little while." Kenny's face fell into a frustrated look as he blushed. Why was he being so unconfident?
Kenny glanced over at Butters, willing his confidence back to him as he looked directly into Butters' eyes. His gaze was serious and still a little unsure, but Kenny wasn't faltering over it anymore. "..I'm not sure why, it's been different, but I really want to know. I've never liked a guy before, so I'm actually in new water and I'm uncertain of it so I need to know." Kenny took in a breath to steady himself. "Do you like me?"
The whole walk back had been just as awkward as Butters had feared it would be. Normally, he was pretty decent at fixing awkward situations, but this time he was at a complete and total loss. The only thing he could think of to do was to offer to go home since he had ruined the fun that they had been having. No one liked a guest that only ever made things awkward. It would have been better for the both of them if he just turned down the offer to hang out and head home.
Butters had been about to offer to leave when Kenny spoke up and pulled him off to the side. He was expecting to hear his friend beat him to the punch and send him home first, but he was shocked to hear the topic brought up again. Did he really want to know that badly? Butters didn't even have time to ask before Kenny answered the question himself.
The words were so shocking that Butters wasn't sure if he had heard Kenny correctly even though he knew that he had. Was Kenny insinuating that he liked him? No, surely not.. but he was definitely saying that he was interested, even if only a little bit. Hearing that statement from him made Butters feel a lot better. Even if it was only a small chance, it gave him hope. Kenny had been the one to come forward first, so maybe he could tell him how he felt.
If Kenny wasn't interested in the end then they could both laugh it off, right? That was how Butters was going to view it, anyway. For the first time Butters felt like he could finally admit how he felt. He could still be judged for it, but he doubted that Kenny would hate him now.
Butters looked at Kenny for a long moment before he finally responded. "I-If you really must k-know then… yes, yes I-I do." Butters said a little awkwardly.
Butters liked him… that had been the answer to the question Kenny had needed to know. He liked him…Kenny wasn't sure how to respond back, but he felt happy. He hadn't been imagining things, and he wasn't the only one feeling this way. Kenny could feel a small smile come over his face, feeling as though a weight had been lifted off of him.
"…I know it's different, but I don't care." Kenny was shrugging his coat off of his shoulders again. The teenager's usual confidence was building back, and Kenny felt comfortable with Butters again. Kenny wrapped his coat around Butters' shoulders, leaving his arm across his back. It would keep him warmer since it was still cold. Kenny flashed Butters a charming smile.
"I like you too."
Butters smiled as Kenny wrapped an arm around him. He instantly felt a lot warmer, but it wasn't just from the coat and the arm over his shoulders. Kenny liked him. He actually said he liked him and it felt better than he had thought it would. Butters actually had a chance now, even if he was still too shy to take it. His smile turned into a small grin as he chuckled just softly. Not even Eric could ruin his good mood right now.
"It feels a lot better gettin' that out." Butters admitted with a soft blush. He was overly happy now that he didn't have to worry about how Kenny was going to react. He wished that he didn't have to deal with Cartmen anymore as well, but the bulky teenager could still tell his parents; and they couldn't know.
"I know the feeling." Kenny grinned, gently leading the other towards his house again. Kenny felt a lot better himself now that he'd told him. Kenny didn't feel so worried about it now, even though he still thought that it Butters saw his lewd nature he'd lose interest. So far, this weekend had been very different, but Kenny was glad it had happened. This was a new experience, and it was one he was enjoying. It was strange to think, but maybe he should be thanking Cartmen for goading him into inviting Butters over.
As they neared Kenny's home, the male removed his arm from around Butters' shoulders. If it wasn't so cold out, Butters would have wished that the walk had taken longer. Even though he was happy to see the McCormick residence, he would miss Kenny having his arm around him.
Kenny walked the blond teenager up the door, stomping on the ground first to shake off any snow that had clung onto his shoes. Although he wished they could have stayed out later, he was satisfied in knowing that they'd killed a few good hours. Now he could only hope that his mother was out of her weird stage so he could go back to the sanctuary that was his room with Butters.
He opened the door for Butters first, letting him walk in before he followed after him. The inside of his house was chilly, but it was at least a little warmer than outside. Kenny shivered from the cold as he began to take off his shoes. They were going to go back to his room again, though Kenny honestly wasn't sure what they were going to do once they got there. They had issues finding something to do last night.
"Kenny?"
Kenny's thoughts were interrupted by the voice that called him, his eyes widening as his heart skipped a beat. Instantly, his blue eyes snapped to look at the nearest clock with a look of desperation on his face. What on earth was he doing home? He was usually at work or at the bar and bookie. Why the Hell was he home now of all times?
Kenny's name was called again, but this time the tone had dropped with irritation. Kenny ignored it and turned to face Butters, trying not to seem as surprised and anxious as he felt. …It didn't matter why his father was home, right now Kenny needed to make sure Butters' stayed out of this. Kenny didn't want him to see his father make an ass of himself, who knew how it'd turn out. If it went badly then he definitely didn't want Butters there.
"Kenny, get your ass in here!" He was beginning to sound more and more agitated. Kenny tried to keep from giving out a growl. It had to be today of all days. He never had friends over, he had to pick the one weekend when he had Butters here.
Kenny gave Butters a half-hearted smile. He was well aware it was fake, but he wanted to at least try and seem normal. "I'll meet you in my room, alright? You can just throw my coat on the bed." He said, ushering him forward. "I'll see what my Dad wants and then be right back."
Butters looked confused for a moment before he nodded. He didn't want to keep Kenny from seeing what his dad wanted. He didn't like the idea of leaving him alone though. There had been something about his face and expression that had seemed very off. He headed towards Kenny's room though like he'd been told. His father sounded angry, so Butters only hoped that Kenny wasn't in trouble.
Kenny waited until Butters was gone from sight before he turned to look at the area his father was calling him from. It probably didn't do him any good to keep him waiting, but Kenny couldn't help but to shuffle his feet. He was hoping that this wasn't going to be serious, but he already knew that it wasn't good. These confrontations never ended well.
Before the man could call for him again, Kenny slid into the living room. His father was lounging in the recliner in front of the television, a beer from the fridge in one hand and the remote in the other. Kenny scowled to himself. Of course, he decides to stay home but can't do it sober. His father turned his head to look at Kenny when he came in, looking him up and down.
"Took you long enough." The man grumbled, taking a drink of his beer. Kenny stayed his distance from him by waiting in the door frame. When his lips parted form the tin can he set it on the table next to the chair with a sigh. Kenny's eyes were glued to the motions from his hand.
"Get in here and park a seat for yourself." His father sounded very irritated. Kenny was tempted to ignore him, but he had a feeling that right now it wouldn't be a wise idea. He could tell that his father wasn't drunk yet, but he was definitely working on it. The slur in his voice told him that.
"Where's Mom?" Kenny asked first. Usually, if his father was drunk and wanted a 'talk' with Kenny, she was there to break up anything that may get too out of hand. Kenny could clearly see that she was missing from the room, and it made him nervous.
His father waited to answer him. The man held up the remote and began to turn down the volume to the television. Kenny's nerves were beginning to jump under his skin. Over all, this was giving him a bad vibe. "I thought we could have a man chat." Was the man's drunken reply.
A man chat? That definitely didn't sound good. His father was never interested in 'talking' before. He was probably sick of his mother interfering with their 'talks' and sent her out to do something. The first thing Kenny imagined was him giving her beer and grocery money. Kenny stiffened in preparation where he stood.
"I'm not interested." Kenny retorted bluntly. His father reared his head at him to shoot a scowl his way. "It doesn't matter if you're interested or not. Yer gonna listen!" He snapped. Kenny returned the same scowl when his father rose to stand.
"You're a real problem, you know that? What with yer stealin' and…and lyin'. …And now I hear your grades are nearly failing!" The man ranted at him. "I'd beat ya into shape if I thought it'd help, but it doesn't look like it will. So I've got a new plan." His father took a pause in his speech, looking at Kenny through hostile eyes. "If you continue to do this, I'm kicken' your sorry ass out an' you can live outside like the scum you are!"
Kenny had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. That was his threat? He was going to kick him out? That was all Kenny wanted, it wasn't a threat at all. He was always trying to find excuses to leave this horrible place anyway. "Do it then." Kenny challenged. "You might as well do it now. I'm not going to stop and I hate it here." Kenny said angrily.
Kenny's father retaliated with a look of disgust and hatred. "You ungrateful bastard!" He snapped, his voice bellowing into an angry howl. "Do you hav' any idea what your mother an' I do for you? If you hate it here so much, then maybe I should just make you stay!" He threatened. Kenny didn't even hesitate. "Be my guest! My life here is already Hell, there isn't much else you can do."
Kenny's father face twisted into a wry smirk, an angry pull of the lips that nearly bordered on a snarl. "Oh I won't just make your life Hell, I'll this house hold regret." He glowered. Kenny froze where he stood, a look of surprise coming across his face. "Maybe if everyone gets fed up because of you you'll wisen' up."
Kenny's mouth was hung open and dry. He couldn't be serious. His father was a crazy bastard, but he couldn't possibly mean that he was going to start taking out his frustration for Kenny on everyone. He already beat his mother on occasion and tortured Kenny… he couldn't seriously be threatening to add Kevin and Karen to the list. He wouldn't stand for it.
"You can't!" Kenny shouted at him, his fists clenched. "They aren't doing anything wrong! You can't!" His father's expression became smug, at last finding something that he could hold against Kenny.
"I will if you don't shape up fast." His father threw back at him. Kenny's jaw clenched in frustration, his eyes darkening with rage. It was all he could manage to remain still not shudder from his blood boiling underneath his skin.
"If you lay a finger on my sister-"
"What?" His father was advancing on him now, and for once Kenny was glad to see it. He stood up taller in an eager manner as his angry parent came upon him, his own fists ready. He wanted an excuse to attack his father right now. He was glad that his mother was out of the house right now and wouldn't stop them. For once, he wanted a fight. As soon as his father would throw the first punch, he'd eagerly return it with a few extra.
((We're breaking this chapter into two halves, it's just way too long as one whole one))