A/N: I do not own South Park.

I know it's a short chapter but I did like typing this. It just took longer than expected and I apologize now for that.

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Chapter 14: Heartache

*Henrietta's Point of View*

I flicked at my lighter trying to get the flame to show. This was about to be an annoying shit show. McCormick and I sat in the gas station parking lot ditching school together. After lighting up I rested my elbow on my knee, cupping my face as I watched the tall guy pace back and forth. "He's mad at you, but that doesn't mean you can't fix it." Pushing myself from the ground, I glared at him trying to figure out what else I could possibly say in this situation. It just seemed awkward and I didn't welcome it into my life. "Want to?" I held my pipe out to him letting him take a drag. He didn't cough or anything, which surprised me because I had never seen McCormick smoke.

Damn. This just wasn't a good idea. I grabbed his arm and began to drag him behind me. Maybe if we did something fun his mind would drift away from the fact Kyle might be through with his lame ass.

I stopped and turned to him, "I'm taking you somewhere and you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about it." My finger waved in his face seeing his kicked-puppy eyes. His slow nod was good enough for me to keep going until we got to a building in the 'poor area' of town. I pulled a set of keys from my purse to unlock the thick lock holding the door closed. "This place is owned by my Uncle, but he mostly uses the upstairs and said I can use the downstairs for whatever…" I sighed heavily, pushing the door open to a nicely sized room with a fully mirrored wall. "It's soundproof, so, I dance in here where nobody can see me. I've done other things, for example, throw my knives. But, I know you're in the school dance club… So, go wild." I gestured openly to the clear area watching him slowly step into the room.

The idiot reeked of sadness which said a lot seeing as he normally had a pretty positive attitude even when he died, not that anyone ever seemed to say anything about that bullshit. He unzipped his parka to carelessly toss it to the side showing off his toned body and handsome feature. A grin crossing my features momentarily. How many lives did this conformist live? How alter egos did he have? Maybe this just helped out my theory of him being Mysterion seeing as he's Dennis M. That famous model guy the girls squeal and gossip about. My curiosity about this idiot kept piling up. Honestly, he's not that hot… Although, that could be the lesbian or asexuality talking from within me.

I shrugged and stripped of my leather coat down to my leggings and tank top to stand beside him. He cleared his throat, glancing at me, "Can I just pick a song and we let the music take control?" He rose his shoulders slightly and I shot him a grin. This might be more fun than I expected.

The song Unsteady filled the room, so slowly we moved before going faster with the beat. My hands ran into my hair and I saw his chest pushing in and out to the dramatic rhythm. As I listened to the lyrics, it made me wonder if he chose this song for a reason. This could be the way he's feeling right now. I invited him into me, pulling his body towards mine wanting to help and mother him. His hands slipped over my hands and I felt him sheltered. My eyes went wide at his expression. I thought I was seeing an upset angel for a moment about to burst into tears. There was this amazing glowing originating from his tears. The paleness of his blond hair just caused him to look even more glorious.

I gasped as I got lifted into the air, watching him more before pulling me back into him to lead the way. My heart throbbed in concern for him to see his hurt face again. Did I care for McCormick as a friend? As the music came to an end, he curled into my chest and I held him as he began to cry in my arms. He must really be terrified of losing Kyle. My painted nails raked into his hair slowly to soothe him while I watched his body shake in defeat.

*Kenny's Point of View*

Sweat dripped down my brow as I stood in the studio of the school, whipping my head back and forth to the beat. There had been nothing else to take my mind off things besides dancing thanks to that time spent with Henrietta. It would probably be the best thing I could do with my time being that Kyle hadn't spoken to me in a week. The mere idea of him hating me driving me insane. Thus, I had been trying to keep busy. School, practice, work, and Mysterion having kept me plenty occupied.

My leg flew into the air right as the song ended and I could feel my chest pounding. I went to grab my water before heading out to go to my job as Dennis. My agent had set something up for the weekend. I stopped caring what the work was a long time ago just as long as I got paid a good amount. Karen's college fund had gotten quite a bit of cash into it. I had been going to a nice grocery store lately where her lunch could be better. Not just a ham sandwich, but she even got to have little bags of chips with it. It got me super giddy just to think about. Living the good life! I had begun splitting my checks between savings fund and Karen's college to make sure she could have nice things.

As I stepped out of the studio, my heart seemed to freeze. Kyle ran into my chest causing us both to stop in our tracks. Why did we always have to be so awkward with one another? His eyes shot away, but he continued to press against me. I could tell he hadn't been sleeping well. There were bags under his eyes. That made me concerned.

"Kyle," I slowly took a hold of him and he looked at me. All I wanted was to hold him here forever. That felt like such a lame thought, but it had become true beyond what I could ever imagine. "Can I come over tonight?" I slowly began to reach up to cup his face until Bebe waltz up to pull him away from me. The look she shot me ice cold, sweeping him past me into the studio where they could practice. What had I done to piss Bebe off so much? Hell, now Henrietta and I were getting along and Bebe had become pissed with me! I don't understand girls. This party had fucked everything up.

My phone buzzed a second later with a text of a simple yes from Kyle.

I couldn't help myself as I shot a glance over my shoulder to see if he had looked out at me. Had he secretly sent that message or did Bebe let him? My hands raked under my hood into my hair and I slowly dropped to my knees thanks to this pain within. All these mysteries and secrets were killing me. Not that that would be a problem, I'd just come back!

Sloshing myself up, I continued with the checklist of my agent.

That night, I crept to his house listening to the crickets sing as I climbed up to his room. The window open as I slipped in. It didn't take me long to see Kyle's expression. I froze, feeling my heart pounding in my ears. Maybe I should see a doctor? There was such a loud sound. He looked so upset and serious. I knew why he had called me here. To end whatever we had. It really meant nothing to him. Why? I thought we were both having fun.

"Kenny, we need to talk…" I never dreamt I would lose someone like him, but now that it was happening... This is why I didn't want to fall in love. At least I didn't tell him how I felt. There's too much pain involved. Such an atrocious game to play, to let me feel- His lips were moving, but I couldn't hear him. Fuck… He had even gone blurry. I'm sixteen. Is it possible I could be suffering from a heart attack? I stumbled backwards against his desk as my mouth went dry. This feeling is the worst thing I could possibly die from—heart break.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed to see Karen coming into my room. Her soft expression told me I hadn't died. "Hey, you had Kyle worried when he brought you home last night. I thought I would see if you wanted to go to school today?" Her slender, cool fingers ran into my hand to take it into her gentle grasp. I nodded, beginning to lean up until she placed her other hand on my chest. "He just needs time. I know you two are meant to be together." That got my attention. "You should know, he wants to be with you he just doesn't know how to handle his father." She was trying to comfort me and that was all that mattered. I gave her hand a squeeze before getting up to get ready. The best kid-sister ever award had to go to Karen.

Getting to school had become a breeze now that I had Kevin's ride. However, being at school felt awful. I was happy that Craig had gotten Tweek, but he didn't need to show it off so much. The PDA was out of control from them. The principal not doing anything in fear of being called homophobic.

My eyes always searching for that green hat. Every class we shared, lunch, the halls, everywhere. I came to realize that Kyle hadn't shown up today. Maybe tomorrow I could apologize for passing out. Actually, maybe I could apologize for everything! I enjoyed getting a little excited about the concept. I had to find Butters where we could discuss how to handle things. Maybe I could be announcing something about Butters' birthday to conveniently make a grand gesture alongside it. Although, what could I do?

I quickly found Butters by his locker getting ready for the first period. His fashion notebook in his arms while he did his best to shove his bag into the metal box. It seemed as though he were struggling so I swooped in to help him. One of his eyebrows rising at my abrupt appearance.

"Hey," I shot him a nervous grin and he snorted as I closed his locker for him. "I'm wondering what your plans for your birthday might be?"

His brows knitted together and he pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I was thinking karaoke with you and the fellas. Just people we're close with nothing flashy like Bebe's party was. That got a bit out of hand." A crimson dusted his cheeks at the mere mention of the blonde's party. Again, it made me wonder what happened that night. "I'm inviting Stan and Wendy, Tweek, Craig, You, and Henrietta… The booth only fits eight people, but I wanted my best buddy to pick the last person." He patted my arm glancing at me from below the hair that had fallen in his face. He continued on about the extra person I could invite but I already knew who it had to be.

However, it took me a long time to work up the courage to do the task. Butters birthday drew closer and I hadn't asked Kyle if he would be interested in going. Finally, Thursday, September 5, I had sometime after school to walk over to his house with an acoustic guitar I borrowed from Stan. My heart seemed to be beating within my ears as I approached the Brofloski residence.

At the perfect time, Kyle stepped out of his house carrying a bag. His eyes shot wide at the sight of me. "Kyle Brofloski, I would like to talk to you. Please, listen..." His gaze quickly softened and I watched his balled-up fists draw closer to his chest as he took a small step back. I would serenade him like in those extremely cheesy movies. He just had to know how much I cared about him. I began to strum until Kyle reached out to silence me.

His expression sweet, but he quickly glanced over his shoulder before looking up at me with furrowed brows. "You should just go home. Forget about me, please." His big emerald eyes stared up at me in fear. I realized something right then. I'm an idiot.

Unzipping my coat, I removed to from my body to wrap it around him. "I don't give up that easy. Your father shouldn't be allowed to make you either. Please, come to Butters' birthday at the karaoke place Saturday." I caressed one of his cheeks momentarily before pecking his forehead and strolling away.

Too bad the weekend off Butters party my agent scheduled me for a shoot. She told me the only way out of it is if they don't find a new girl to fill in for the one who dropped out. God, please, help me in my time of need and told come up with anyone.

Henrietta shuffled through the halls, over to me before the bell could ring. "Hey, do I really have to come to Butters party?" Her narrowed expression told me just how just she wasn't looking forward to being there.

I sighed heavily, "Well, at least, you have the chance to go whereas I just can't. I have to work unless they don't find another girl to fill in." My hands slipped into my pants pockets, having my awkward disguise on again instead because I stupidly gave Kyle my parka. My gaze shot back to Henrietta when she reached out to touch my arm with a devilish expression. Fuck. What could she possibly be thinking? One of her eyebrows rose and she wiggled her shoulders seeing is I could guess what she wanted to say. I, honestly, had no idea, but then it hit me. "No."