Purgatory (Butters X Kenny)

Chapter 6

Kenny looked down at the pavement then at his shoes before once again trying to meet the eyes of the preppy hockey player from Canada. Ike was his friend Kyle's younger brother. Being adopted from Canada he was much taller than the rest of the family he had thick black hair and deep blue eyes.

Kenny turned his gaze to Firkle. The smallest of the goth kids. He had a petite frame just like his beloved Butters. But he was pale his dark eyeliner and thick black lipstick a stark contrast from his ivory skin. His slick black hair hung over his dark desolate eyes.

"Hey guys." Kenny muttered. He looked once again to Firkle. He was uncomfortable having been caught by someone a slight blush visible through his heavy concealer. "Could I bum a cigarette?" He softly spoke looking once more to the ground. Firkle looked to Ike who nodded back. Ike knew Kenny wouldn't tell.

Firkle's eyes darted. As he rummaged in his bag. "Ya I guess." His hand returned with a cigarette and a lighter. Passing them to Kenny he paused. "Just.... Just please don't tell anyone.?" He said in a questioning tone. Kenny looked at him and then at Ike. "What do I care if you date a conformist?" He knew just how to talk to the goths after years of bumming cigarettes from them.

Ike put his arm around Firkle. "It's ok. Kenny might be a little fucked up but he gets it." He nodded to him trying to comfort the panicked goth. He looked back at Ike before snuggling into him once more. He was strong and warm that always provided him comfort. Kenny watched them a tear forming in his eyes. He lifted the cigarette to his lips lighting it. He took a long drag and stared at the cloudy sky tears raining down from his eyes.

He wanted to be holding Butters like that. The two were so similar to him and his love. One that's strong and defends the weaker. He shuddered letting the smoke fill his lungs burning all of his senses. He felt numb. The pair just looked at him with concern. He sighed. "I won't tell anyone. Just." He sniffled and looked back to them. "take care of eachother." He said a small smile graced his lips.

He pushed himself up from his spot on the ground. As they remained in each other's arms watching him slowly trudge away. Firkle looked to Ike quizzically. Ike just bowed his head. He looked back to Firkle. "I have to go find my brother. I'll see you later Firk." He pulled him close and kissed him lightly. The goths black lipstick smudging against his lightly chapped lips.

Firkle remained on the steps still concerned their secret would be out. He raised his fingers to his lip blushing. He would never get used to the conformists kisses. He remained there waiting for the other goths expectant of the worst but hopeful. Kenny's words struck a cord with him. Everyone knew what had happened but he didn't think it would have any parallel to his own life until now.

Ike walked into the school remembering to rub the lipstick off on his sleeve. He might tell Kyle one day but it wasn't going to be today. There were more important matters clouding his mind. He looked around the empty hallways knowing he would be studying. Finally he found the area he was searching for. He pulled the doors open and stepped into the warmth of the library. Glancing between the shelves he saw a tuft of red curls and made his way toward it.

Ike stood awkwardly by the table his gaze on his older brother pensive. "Kyle?" He muttered. The red head glared up at him. His face deeply focused. "What!" He snapped. "It's.....it's Kenny." Kyle softened "Oh." Looking back to his books sighing and shutting them. He turned back to Ike. Who looked sick with worry. "What happened?" Kyle questioned him raising an eyebrow. Ike just let out a sigh "I don't know but, he's really not ok" with that Kyle got up packed his things into his book bag and wordlessly left the library.