Elysian Fields (A Kyman Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: This Shit Will Fuck You Up

I moan as Bebe sucks me dry. The moment ends when I explode in her mouth. She licks it up like a champ, proving why she's number two on my rotation. She stands once finished and finger combs her bouncy blonde hair. I reach to grab her teats and she giggles, playfully swatting my hand away once I get a good handful of the warm, soft perkiness.

"Kenny come on, lunch is almost over and I have a test next period."

"So do I but you don't see me caring. Here, as promised," I reach in my back pocket and produce a pill bottle of adderall. "Good luck on your test."

"Thanks," she flashes her perfect teeth through her pink luscious lips that I like so much, and takes the pill bottle and opens the janitor closet, leaving me alone.

I zip up my cargo pants and crumple my pale blonde hair, making myself look just messy and not sex-messy. I exit the janitor's closet, a few students noticing where I came from, but at this point it's expected of me. Kenny McCormick, the closest thing this hick town has to a rock star.

I meander the halls until I reach the familiar door to the roof, kick it open and propel myself up the stairs two at a time with my favorite black Vans. The "maintenance staff only" sign greets me as I push metal exit and the brightness momentarily blinds me.

"Hey dudes," the door creaks closed behind me and I dig my hands into my pockets. I finger a few of the pills in the baggies and the crisp new twenty, satisfied with the day's events.

"Welcome back," Stan says. My black backpack sits next to Token where I left it, so I take my spot next to it and zip it open, stuffing the extra pills into the inside pocket.

"What'd I miss?" I ask, not looking up from my work.

"Nothing, Stan's moping, like a bitch," Craig says, smirking and moving from his phone. Probably looking at porn. Sad, we could be friends if he wasn't such an asshole.

I glance over at Stan and note his frown. I roll my eyes in sarcasm, "What is it this time?"

"Wendy has been ignoring him since they had sex," Butters chimes in. I laugh and Stan casts Butters a displeased look. The larger boy sheepishly returns to his apple.

"You're still wearing that stupid purity ring?" I state, finishing my sorting and zipping my bag closed. "Hey Cartman, can I eat your PB and J?"

"He's not here, and not that it's your business but Wendy and I are still devoted to each other, so we both agreed as a unit to still wear them, even though we've already had sex," Stan says defensively. I finally glance around the roof and note my company.

Craig is tapping on his smartphone, Token tightens the laces on his sneakers and stands, stating he's going to his class early to get a good seat for the lecture or some other nonsense. I debate the merit of digging through my bag and popping whatever pill I grab first, and spending the rest of the day seeing what will happen. Stan stares forlornly at the South Park skyline, littered with mountains and smoke tails of industry, probably thinking of some relationship shit. I play the field to avoid that trouble. He brushes the back of his crew cut black hair, also making me glad I stopped cutting mine. Ladies prefer it. Kyle is absentmindedly rubbing his lack of stomach while picking at a hole in his jeans.

I'm beginning to wonder if I should worry about him. My eyes trail the frame of what used to be my childhood friend. Now unrecognizable due to a forty pound drop and a new obsession with the color black, he's skinny enough to be mistaken as chick, especially with that long hair. Not even a smile cracks his face most days, today looks especially not promising. The redhead pulls at a loose white fiber and I hear a rip as his hole spreads to fist-sized. The goth kids are up here too, huddled near the other door, smoking their cigarettes. He's beginning to look like he'd rather hang out with them.