Hate My Guts (Kenny x Butters) [Completed]

9

No one liked waking up with a hangover. Kenny especially did not like waking up to this hangover.

His head felt like it was splitting open as he tried to open his eyes and remember the events from the night before; besides the blinding sun rays creeping in through the blinds, Kenny could see that someone was in bed next to him - and they were naked. He didn't realize he had moved to the edge of the bed until he was on the floor, Kenny only staring at the unmoving figure as he attempted to confirm who he suspected it was.

It all came back to him quickly though as he registered that it was Craig in his bed. Kenny slapped his forehead as he took in the state of his room, cringing at the clothes scattered across the floor and the multiple blunt roaches. His memory was mostly spotty, but the longer he stared at Craig's sleeping form, the more he remembered. Kenny may have thought about something like this happening multiple times, he just never actually thought that it would happen and now he had a problem on his hands.

The only thing that he knew at that moment was that he needed to get out before Craig woke up and remembered their night too. With their relationship already being needlessly complicated Kenny knew that this was going to make everything worse; and it was unavoidable too, as Kenny realized that Craig was covered in dark hickies that would be impossible for anyone to miss.

Although Kenny wanted to figure out how to deal with this situation in an appropriate way, his stomach was churning with a hot vengeance that made him throw some clothes on before sprinting to the bathroom. After a few minutes of torture, Kenny was starting to adjust to reality better as he gripped the sides of the toilet. He had gotten shitfaced many times before yet he couldn't remember the last time he felt so sick. As Kenny ran through some of his memories again, he felt like he deserved whatever punishment this was.

The next few minutes consisted of Kenny attempting to pull himself up by the bathroom sink, only to fall back on his knees as his head insisted on spinning. Stubbornly, Kenny didn't quit until he was turning the cold water knob and dipping his face in. Finally, he was able to get his eyes to focus on himself in the mirror and adjust to the state that he was in; Kenny scowled as he took in how bloodshot his eyes were and to make him look even worse, the bags under his eyes seemed to be a purplish-black.

As he continued to stare at himself longer than he intended to, Kenny shook his head at his pathetic reflection. It wasn't as if he actively hated himself like Stan did, yet he couldn't stop being disgusted by the person he saw in the mirror. Every time he was presented with a chance to do something different, Kenny always seemed to choose a path that would make everything harder for himself - although he didn't regret his hook up with Craig, he did regret the problems that it would cause.

Knowing that he would need to move on and prepare for his meeting with the gang some time soon, Kenny decided to take a shower to wash some of the night off. It helped to get his mind on the right track for the serious conversation he was about to attempt, even though he had zero ideas as to what to say to them. They didn't understand that Kenny couldn't die and he didn't know how to explain to them things that they just didn't know. There was too much the gang didn't know about him.

Despite wanting to hide from everyone the entire day, Kenny finally left the bathroom and continued into the living room, where he was surprised to see that some of his friends had spent the night. In fact, as he looked around at everyone who was asleep in the living room, the only people who hadn't stayed the night were Cartman and Tweek. At the realization that Cartman wasn't there anymore, Kenny slapped his forehead, cursing himself for not watching his former friend more carefully. It was the whole reason he had invited the asshole in the first place but he had been too distracted.