"Fuck you, Mario…" I grumbled, my voice muffled by my orange parka. I was the first one to the bus stop today, and decided to spend the time I had before the others arrived playing Mario and Luigi; Super Star Saga on the game boy advanced I had pilfered from GameStop about a week ago. I hadn't even made it into the bean bean kingdom before I noticed something happening across the street. A light blue coat… shocks of blond hair whipping about in the wind and snow… I felt my eyebrow raise as I registered Butters moving along the snow encased sidewalk on the other side of the road. He lived near Stan, Kyle and Cartman. Yet he never waited here for the bus with us. Well, I guess if I was in his shoes I wouldn't either. We've gotten that kid into a shit ton of hurt. A shuriken to the eye (I winced inwardly as I recalled the incident.) to him having to be checked into a psychiatric ward and had some weird machine shoved up his ass… yeah. I don't blame his reluctance to hang out with us. Crunch… the snow gave way beneath my feet, as I stepped forward. I had a strange yanking feeling in my chest… I couldn't really explain it, not even to myself, really. But I wanted to let the poor kid know that I didn't mean to get him hurt all those times… I felt the snow crunch beneath my feet again as I took another step, but I hesitated. Why would he want to even speak to us? To me? I watched my feet, half engulfed in the snow as I let him walk on his way, down the street. No sooner had I lost sight of his light blue coat had Stan arrived, smiling cheerily, even as the snow whipped and swirled around his face. "Sup, dude?" he asked, tugging his beanie hat a little lower on his head. I gestured to my Gameboy, still in my hand. I tried to avoid speaking in weather like this. In order for anyone to hear me (aside from Stan, Kyle, and Cartman, who somehow learned to decipher what I was saying even through the several layers of clothe over my mouth.) I had to pull down my hood and scarf and then my face would get all cold… ugh. Sometimes I preferred it in hell.

"Dude, can I tell you something?" Stan asked, kind of whisper yelling, trying to be heard over the sound of the icy wind in our ears. I felt my eyes widen slightly. What could Stan have to tell me? And not Kyle? I nodded, still not feeling the need to speak to the raven haired jock. "I… I think I love Kyle." He said, only faltering for a moment, and rushing the rest of the sentence as if he was afraid he'd chicken out if he didn't. Again, my eyes widened. I blinked twice, waiting for the sentence to fully register. "You… love Kyle? Like… love love him?" I stammered, finally speaking. He furrowed his brow a bit, before nodding in confirmation. I let this information soak in, nodding softly. It made since honestly. I mean, they are best friends, you rarely see one without the other, they have only had like two or three falling outs and those never lasted long, and they always put each other's feelings before their own. Hell, they might as well be dating already! But I could see Stan's dilemma. "I'm assuming you haven't told him?" I asked, turning back to my Gameboy. He sighed. "No, I haven't… should I?" he asked, his raven eyebrows furrowed again. "Well, duh. Eventually." I said, fighting the buttons of the gaming system with my gloved hands. Stan opened his mouth to respond, but immediately shut his trap when he saw Kyle heading our way. He grinned, waving his hand excitedly above his head and greeting Kyle. Jeez… try not to make it too obvious, Stan. I grinned, turning back to my game. I heard Stan asking the Jewish kid to come over to his house and I smirked, knowing what he planned to tell the boy, my attention being torn away from my game once more as I heard Cartman interject suddenly. As I watched the fat bastard insult Kyle (a morning routine, I believe) I noticed a certain look in his eye, a certain way he moved around Kyle and I had to contain my surprise at my sudden realization. The lard ass loved Kyle too! I found it hard to contain my snickering, so I bit down on my orange scarf, and tried to focus on my game.

The bell rang to begin class, and I walked the steps of South Park High, by myself. Stan had to run off to gym class because he hated changing where others could see him and he wanted to get the bathroom stall to change in. Kyle had run off to the library to his first class. If I could get grades just for helping some dried up old broad organize some books, id be in a much better educational position. Cartman simply didn't want to be seen walking in with "someone so poor" and ran off somewhere. I sighed, ruffling my dirty blonde hair. Dirty as in darker. Not actual. You know. Dirt. I pulled out my phone (also stolen.) and did a quick run through of my contacts. "Yolanda… no. Mary? No. hm. Bebe… oh god no." poor or not, I had the good fortune of having (apparent) good looks and charisma. No girl in school could resist me (except Wendy, but who really wants Wendy anyway? She's a battle axe already and she's not even twenty yet!), unfortunately, no girl could seem to satisfy me either. And while I admitted to myself that I was unopposed to being attracted to a male, I had yet to find one that I felt like bothering with. I raised my eyebrow as my phone buzzed in my hand. I opened it to find that a cute young tart I had been eyeing for a while had some how gotten a hold of my number and had texted me. I made my way to my first period; I was late now, so I was in no rush. I walked into my career management (ha! Me? A career? Good one, educational system.) class, To a stern disapproving look from the teacher. "Kenny McCormick?" she asked, the distaste in her voice as she said my last name deciding how I was going to act in this class. I nodded, walking to the only available seat, a seat next to Butters. The teacher, (I hadn't listened to her name. it wouldn't matter anyway, I was going to duck this class a lot anyway) handed me some sort of printed assignment as I took my seat. I disregarded it, pulling out my Gameboy and looking her in the eye. "Ah. Gee, Kenny. I don't think you're supposed to have that out…" Butters said, twiddling his fingers together. It made me smile a bit. He actually didn't hate me, it seemed. I grinned at him. "I'm a rule breaker, Butters." I said as I winked at him. I thought I saw his face tinge pink a bit, but I must've been imagining things. "Ah, um, Kenny, I really don't wanna get suspended and grounded for playing in class…." He said, to timid to actually ask me to put it away. I smiled sympathetically and put the Gameboy back in my pocket, much to Butters' relief.