Kenny's POV
The familiar warmth of the sun shining against my cheek was the beginning of many things I felt waking up in the morning. Followed by the drool left on my lips, and a full bladder that built overnight. I couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, not after the night I endured before this. The hour long adrenaline rush that followed my actions took everything I had out of me. Plus having to deal with Butters after was pleasant but drained me further, at least emotionally. "Wait!" The thought overpowered my mind. Where is Butters!? I jolted out of bed to see where the blonde boy had gone, almost forgetting to put my pants on before storming out the door to find him.
I was met with relief, he was the first person I could see out of the hallway in the kitchen. He had his back turned to me but I could see that he was frying something on the stove, it sounded like bacon from the (since I could hear the grease coming from it I think.) "mornin' Kenny" my mother had called out with her face still buried in her plate. Butters whipped his head around, "Oh! Goodmorning!" he only took his attention away from the pan for a brief two seconds but I knew he was genuine. "Goodmorning cutie~" I made my way behind him and gaze his waist a gently squeeze. I heard a scoff come from the kitchen table, where my dad (who had obviously been staring) had his head behind the newspaper. I could see and smell the smoke rising from behind it, it pissed me off that he'd smoke while Butters was here. I just ignored him, my father always had a problem with gay people, and I can't say that I blame him. My grandfather was actively homophobic in the 70s and he defenitely projected his behaviours onto my dad when he was younger. "Wacha' makin' Butters?" I asked softly. "Just frying up the rest of this bacon. I was gonna come get you but you were sleeping so I figured I'd leave you be." "Ya know you didn't have to do this Butters. I mean I could've cooked you breakfast." "Yeah but it would have been full of eggshells!" He teased. I chuckled and took a seat on the couch beside my mom, who was lighting her own cigarette. "What's on the news mom?" I asked. "Not sure, I don't pay attention to it all that much." I grabbed the remote and turned it up a few notches. "-Oil is down two cents today, and gold is down five cents. Autopsy reports on the two Colorado boys whose bodies were found in a lake has shown that both were likely the victims of a homicide. South Park residents Token Black and Kyle Broflovski were found dead in a nearby lake, according to authorities who have been given permission by the families to release details about the murders in hopes that it will assist in identifying the suspect. Authorities have also claimed that these murders are possibly connected to the another murder that occured in South Park, resident Stan Smith who was a friend of Kyle Broflovski. If you or anybody you know has details ab-" I turned my head to Butters, who looked like a deer in headlights. I quickly turned it off and got up to comfort him when I started to see tears stream down his face. "It's ok Butters." I lulled in an attempt to console him. "No no no I was with him and I-I-I could have helped him and-and I-" "Shhh it's ok Butters this wasn't you, ok? It wasn't you. Let's go lay down for a bit ok?" "Ok, Ken..." I walked him down the hall with my arm around his waist. "Kenny c-mere!" My mom shouted from the living room. "Just a second mom! Listen, you go lay down for a bit Butters, I'll be there soon." I closed the door behind him and made my way over to my mom. "Listen Kenny, three boys have died. One of them was shot while you were out of the house." I froze, my heart pounded, does she know!? She couldn't know! No!
"I can't have you wandering out at night anymore! It's too dangerous Ken! What if you got killed!" Shit... it took everything in my power not to collapse on the floor and clutch my chest. I thought she knew. "Y-yes mom, I understand." I walked back to my room, hiding my hands in my pockets so that she couldn't see them shake. I opened the door and laid myself next to Butters who was crying softly. I traced my fingernails gently along his arm, I then wrapped my arm around him and pulled his body against mine. "I love you Butters." "I-I love you too Kenny." "I really mean it when I say it's not your fault." "I know... I just can't help but feel guilty. I mean I guess I didn't have a choice he was gonna... Ya know." I shushed him gently and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about that right now darling." I kissed him gently on the back of his head and let my breath make its presence on his hair. "Just relax my boy." I lulled as I squeezed him tightly
