.=*Children Who Live To Die - A Bunny Love Story*=.

|Chapter Nine|

"Yes. Thank You..." Kenny didn't believe Butters for a second. It sounded like he was having an emotional breakdown about who the fuck knows, and kept muttering 'stupid Butters' under his breath. 

But Kenny couldn't call Butters out. Not with the fact he was lying. When he said he was 'checking for his things' he meant making himself bleed with a razor blade he smuggled in. He didn't want to die just yet, but it still made him feel better knowing he could be hurt. That was one thing no one could take from him. Even if they took his blade, they could never take his teeth.

Kenny watched as Butters calmed down, trying not to seem like a crybaby in front of the older teen. To be honest, he was failing miserably. He was never very good at expressing emotions. Ken could tell from the way he acted. It was like a younger version of him once he found he couldn't die. 

He placed his hand on Butters's shoulder. "For what? I didn't do anything." Kenny asked. Butters didn't know what to say back. "Well, uh, for just being here!" He smiled. "Everyone else left. Well, actually Stan left. The others followed." Kenny felt both guilty and pitiful. 

If he hadn't wanted to bleed maybe Butters wouldn't have cried. When it came to hurting others, Kenny would never do anything to make someone else suffer the way he made himself suffer. Pain was a love/hate relationship with the McCormick boy. "Sorry about that," he replied. "School is about to start. Do you know where your locker is? Because if not I could help."

Butters nodded. "I think I got it. Y-you should get to class. I'll see you later Ken!" He gave a small smile but showed his teeth. Kenny thought it was adorable. He'll never admit it though. Not for a long time anyway. Butters walked away and disappeared down the hallway. Needless to say, the other watched him walk away.

"Damn," Kenny uttered under his breath. He couldn't help but stare. "Hot..."

The other blonde boy was unlocking his locker after taking in the sight of Tweek, who was still having trouble with the lock. Craig was by his side telling him that he should just let him do it for Tweek. Butters believed they were couple were very cute.

Lost in his thoughts, his things spilled out onto the floor alerting the other boys. "GAH!" Tweek screamed throwing his arms in the air as if there was a gun to his back. "S-sorry Tweek," Butters said collecting his stuff off of the floor. 

"How do you know my name!?" He yelled grabbing his boyfriend's arm. "Well, some of your fellas told me today actually. And Tweek is a hard name to forget." He said fumbling with his books. The coffee bean placed his hand on his heart.

Craig ignored Butters and took the chance to unlock Tweek's locker and grab his stuff. Tweek, on the other hand, felt he had to help the other. He picked up the papers Butters had dropped. The teen in the blue hat gave Butters a dirty look making him squirm under Craig's stare. Needless to say, he was the jealous type.  

The blondes managed to get everything under wraps before the bell rang and they parted ways. Butters smiled at the two. Craig pushed Tweek's stuff into his arms before passionately kissing him and trying his best to hold his boyfriend's hand. The spaz turned red and asked what he did to deserve it, which sounded more menacing than you'd think.

He hoped to one day have what they had. He hoped to be jealous of someone for standing to close to his sweetheart. So far never feeling like he had to wake up next to his 'soulmate' was torture. Butters never believed in love at first sight, but sometimes he wished he did. That would really speed the process, wouldn't it?

Despite the positive outward appearance, Butters was one of the saddest people you'd ever have the pleasure to meet. Not depressed, sad. There is a major difference that most people fail to recognize, but Butters read between the lines about the comments people made. He could tell the difference just fine.

He walked just as slow as he did before when the bell rang. Mr.Garrison was going to yell at him anyway. Might as well not pressure yourself if you're already late. Life lesson. "Mr.Scotch!" The not qualified teacher said angrily. "Why the fuck are you late you fucking bitch!?"

"Why were you kicked out of the Oval Office!?" Kenny yelled from his desk trying to stop the conversation from happening. Mr.Garrison stayed quite. "Hey yeah, and why'd a dickhead like you come back to OUR grade!? Get a fucking life!" 

Erica took up the place of putting people down once the teacher left. "Shut the fuck up fatass!" He yelled back.

Kyle laughed at Mr.Garrison saying the thing he always said. He smirked and raised one fist in the air. "Fuck them all to death!" Kyle triumphed.

Everyone who knew Mr.Garrison back in the third grade followed the redhead's lead. Soon every student in the eleventh grade was chanting the former president's saying. That was the most interesting thing that happened that day in Kenny's eyes.

Well, except for one thing. 

Later that day, he was walking home for the first time in forever when he noticed an old car he had never seen before in his driveway. And by a driveway, he meant lawn. Slowly, Kenny checked inside the rust bucket through the windows only to see lots of pot and crystal meth. 

"Damn it, Kevin!" He grumbled, knowing that older his brother might want to do that many drugs in one day. Kevin had gone to the hospital more than Kenny had from overdose alone. 

Kenny slammed the door open causing it to be torn from its hinges. He was not surprised to see his 'brother' talking to his mom. "Get out." He glared at Kevin. The other McCormick boy was happy and guilty to see the middle child. 

"Ken! I haven't seen you in... in well, forever!" He gushed, walking over for a hug before getting rejected. "And who's fault is that?" Kenny spat.

Kevin retreated back from the teen and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's mine..." He admitted. He never told any of his family where he went but sent letters with money inside. "And I know you have the moral high ground, but I came here for a favor..."

"Mom, don't trust him!" He yelled at his mother. "He left us once, he'll do it again! We can't do anything for him, and if we could, he still shouldn't be trusted!"

Their mother shook her head. "I'm so sorry honey, but he asked me to stay and I said yes."

"WHAT!?"

She tried to comfort her youngest son. "He said he'd help around the house and he was in a lot of trouble! I couldn't stand to see your brother like this!" She pleaded.

Kenny looked back at Kevin before looking back at his mom. "Fine." She gave him a warm grin and wrapped him in a tight hug. "But don't think you can call yourself my brother, or any part of this family! Got that!? As far as I'm concerned, you are NOT a McCormick!" Kenny ground his teeth to stop himself from chewing out Kevin.

The other boy's face dropped but was happy that Kenny was letting him stay. Karen had already agreed so all he needed was his younger brothers approval. Kenny said not to call himself their brother, but he didn't say he couldn't think it.

Carol bit her bottom lip hesitant to tell her son what he had to do in order help keep Kevin in there home. "Kenny, I know you don't do well under authority, but we need you to get a job. And not just you, your sister and your father too..."

Kenny was taken back from her statement. Last time he took a job, he tried to see if 'deep frying' himself would keep him dead. No one remembered his death and thought he just stuck his hand in the machine. 

"Okay." He said plainly, leaving the room to set his backpack down. "I guess I'm getting a job." He muttered under his breath.

The only thought he really had about the situation is what Kevin had done to have to come back to the already broken family.