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Freedom	By : Drunken_Demon Category: +S through Z > South Park > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Idea
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I do not own South Park, its characters, or any affiliated products. I make no money from this.
This is a Butters/Kenny pairing inspired by Step Up. I was first intrigued by the thought of a dancing Butters in Ginger's Yellow Haired, Blue Eyed Bunnies. With all the hype of the new Step Up movie, I was thinking I could write a story involving dance. It's ridiculously predictable, but also adorable and smutty and hopefully funny, so I hope you like it anyway. It will most likely be all in Kenny's POV. I know that no one actually reads this shit anyway, so on to the story!
I felt like the world stopped. I know that there were alarms and sirens, but all that I could hear was my own breathing. I could feel hands on my parka, dragging me away. I reached out, scrambling, trying to fight my way back to the house. My feet slipped in the mud and I went down. I looked up to see our home going up in flames with my family inside. I opened my mouth to scream...
BEEP BEEP BEEP
I bolted up in bed, a scream dying on my open lips. I took a deep breath, hitting my alarm clock a little harder than I should have. I had already broken three. If I broke another, Ms. Cartman was gonna have a conniption.
I smacked back against my pillow and covered my eyes with a groan. The nightmare of my family's death was always a bad omen. Nothing good ever happened on a day when I woke up after that. But, there's no staying home under the Cartman's roof unless you're on the verge of death. So, I got up, scratching my naked chest and yawning. I would at least have to get out the door. If I didn't show up for school they would call the house, but I could handle being yelled at. That was nothing new.
I came to live in the Cartmans' house about a year ago. My brother had had a few friends over at the house one night while my parents were asleep. I was out with Stan, Cartman, and Kyle. When we went home, they went one way and I went another. I smelled the smoke before I heard the sirens. When the fire trucks rushed past me, I broke into a run. When I got around the corner, I saw that my whole house was glowing with flames.
Apparently, my stupid brother and his friends had been smoking weed in the living room and passed out, dropping a lit joint on the couch. The rest is history. The only things saved were the clothes on my back. Everything else I had ever known went up in flames. Ms. Cartman offered to take me in after. I really didn't like the idea of sleeping under the same roof as Eric, having to put up with his insults and bad attitude. But I didn't have anywhere else to go. At least here I got my own room.
I zombie walked my way through the morning. Showering, brushing my teeth, eating breakfast, all on auto pilot. I grabbed my bag, hurrying out the door before Eric woke up. It was barely dawn, the pink of a new day chasing away the watery gray of the night. I always liked to get out early, avoiding Eric's snide remarks and his mother's sympathetic eyes.
I turned the key in my truck, holding my breath until I heard the engine turn over. I bought this pile of junk with the insurance money from the fire. Ms. Cartman offered to buy me a car, of course, but I couldn't take it. I didn't need one more reason to feel like a charity case. I could have gotten something really nice, seeing as they made me rich practically over night. It was surprising, finding out that my life's accumulation of crap was worth so much. Even though the seats sagged and the engine sometimes wouldn't start in the winter when it got below zero at night, I liked it. It made me feel semi-normal again. I would always be poor in my head.
I turned the heat all the way up, watching the sun rise slowly as the cab warmed. I pulled out of the driveway, headed toward school. I had decided to go, even though I knew it was a bad idea. I honked at Tweek running on the sidewalk and he waved. Even in January he still wore shorts and a tank. He never seemed to get cold. I had my pick of parking spots, like every morning. The only people who ever beat me here were band members. Sometimes I would see Kyle's car among them. Not today, though.
I pulled my orange hood over my head and took off, trying not to slip on any ice on my way to the front door. The last thing I needed was to sit around all day in wet jeans. I heard someone call my name and turned to look, smacking straight into a pole. Now, not only were my pants soaked and freezing, but my ears were ringing too. I heard running footsteps crunching the snow and saw Butters come around to face me. He offered me his hand with an apologetic look. I took his hand and he helped me up so that we were face to face. He blushed, which only added to the redness of his face from the cold.
"Gee wiz, sorry Kenny."
"It's ok, Butters. I know you didn't mean it."
Then for the first time I looked at what he was wearing and smiled. He had on jeans and yellow sneakers. His pink Hello Kitty hoodie was zipped all the way to the top, with the hood pulled up to cover his blonde hair. The hood had cat ears and a red bow on it. I chuckled, tugging one of his hood strings teasingly.
"Hello Kitty again, Butters?"
He pouted, pushing his bottom lip out adorably. I had the intense urge to kiss those full lips. "Come on Kenny, you know I love Hello Kitty."
"I know," I said. I patted his head and he grinned.
"I have to get to class, I have an art project due today that I haven't finished. But I'll see you later, right?"
"Yeah, of course you will." I smiled at him as he turned and walked away with a little more swag than usual. Once I saw why, I couldn't help but let out a groan. His hoodie also had a tail on it, and he was exaggerating the motion of his hips to make it swing. I knew that today was gonna be torture...
Thanks for reading! There will be more chapters when I get around to it. I'm leaving for college in two weeks, so there's a lot to do. I made a reference with Tweek running to later developments in my other Creek story. I'm working on more chapters for that right now too. I also made the reference to Kyle on purpose. I might use that for my Style story if I decide to write one. Ok, peace out! PLEASE R&R!!! :)
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