Hate My Guts (Kenny x Butters) [Completed]

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On a typical Monday morning, Kenny and the gang would be walking down the street disturbing the peace with their loud discussions, and weed smoke. Today however seemed like an abnormal Monday. Everyone noticed how quiet their leader was as they passed around joints and blunts, Stan taking swigs of his flask as he side eyed Kenny with concern.

Although he never asked to be their leader, they all looked up to him and really didn't like when he got silent. If something was wrong with him, they felt like something needed to be wrong with them too - that's just the way it was.

Obviously, there was a lot on his mind as he ignored the joints and blunts several times, Kenny only looking at his shoes with every step he took. He knew they were all wondering why he was acting strange, but what was he supposed to do? He couldn't play it off today.

When Tolkien realized that no one else was going to grow the balls to say anything to their friend, he stepped up next to Kenny, falling into step immediately. "Ken," Tolkien started carefully after a moment of stalling with the blunt on his lips. His friend didn't acknowledge him, a far off look still steady in his eyes; Tolkien took this as a sign to continue though: "What's up?"

Seemingly just noticing that there was a blunt in rotation, Kenny took it gently from Tolkien, inhaling deeply as he tried to bring his brain back to reality. It was almost like he was somewhere else in his mind, but numb to any thoughts. "Well," He glanced back at everyone, smiling softly as he noticed his friends laughing and smoking together as always, now that Kenny was talking. "Let's have a meeting after school. I'll share what's on my mind."

Still not used to this whole 'leader' thing, Kenny was surprised as he heard the news spread around, everyone agreeing naturally. Admittedly, Kenny could sometimes be a strict friend - it was because he cared so intensely about all of them. There were downsides of course, they were all very wary of his temper since he had gotten into it with every single one of them. It didn't change their opinion on him however, they actually respected him more for it.

He didn't quite understand why he was their leader. Kenny never thought he deserved that much respect. Maybe that was why he was feeling so.. lost. He was starting to get confused about a lot in his life lately.

Breaking himself out of his thoughts though, Kenny realized that there was a voice missing from the group. He stopped in his tracks and landed his eyes on Kyle walking mindlessly with his hands in his pockets, not noticing that Stan and Tweek were having a heated discussion about conspiracies. As Kyle was about to walk past without realizing that Kenny was waiting for him, he grabbed his ginger friend's shoulder lightly, waiting until his eyes found his own.

Although he was surprised that Kenny noticed so quickly how quiet he had gotten, Kyle was comforted by his presence. One of Kyle's favorite things about Kenny was that he was always willing to listen, and it encouraged Kyle to talk about difficult things: "I'm thinking about my dad, again.."

Thinking back briefly to just a few months ago when he got that terrible phone call from Stan, Kenny shuddered as he tried not to think about the grisly details himself. Kenny was angry that there was no evident reason for Gerald being murdered; of course, he had done some digging into the case and the only thing he could find was that the man had been a client of Gerald's. When he brought this to Kyle's attention, Kenny was surprised when he was stopped from appearing at the prison and beating the brakes off of him. Even though Kyle needed closure, he knew that it would just make things worse in the long run.

Kenny scowled at all of this internally, not wanting to make it about himself. "What exactly are you thinking about?"

Kyle gulped visibly, forcing himself to continue talking with the only person he felt like he could. With everything Stan had going on himself, Kyle didn't always wanna burden him with his shit. Thankfully, since he could sense Kyle getting anxious, Kenny passed him the blunt that he had forgotten about. After a moment of sucking down the comforting smoke, Kyle shuddered as the images of his father's closed casket flashed in his mind, words falling from his trembling lips: "I-I just want.. justice."