Aha, welcome welcome.. My first on-going Kenny/Kyle (K2) fic, not just a one shot. Which I've wrote many of but still xD
I got this idea when I was washing up.. how weird XD but yeah..

Enjoy~!

Revenge

The Summer ended almost as quickly as it started in Kenny's opinion. Of course, the Summer's end always did make him that little bit happier that he wasn't surrounded by the continuous reminders of his poor family and his upcoming failure in life. He had Cartman for that - which was enough to drive anyone insane; rich or poor.

"Kenny! Get up, yer gonna be late for school!" Carol McCormick yelled, knocking on Kenny's door with a basket of washing in under her arm. Kenny moved in his bed to face the older, red headed woman and groaned to himself. "Don't give me that attitude, lad. Ya gotta get up," She told him, closing the door softly and walking down the hall to yell the same thing to Kevin - but about getting up for work.

Kenny groaned again, shoving back his covers and sitting up. His naked body sticking to the covers due to the heat of the outside and no fucking air-con. The poor boy shifted out of his bed, throwing the - stuck with sweat - covers off of him and walking toward his wardrobe to get dressed.

He slipped on a pair of clean boxers, and brushing his hand down them to straighten them out. Why? He didn't know; he did it out of habit. He shoved on a pair of dark jeans and a simple orange vest with a hood that fell on his back. He carefully brushed blonde hair and then messed it up purposely, another habit of his that he didn't describe.

Kenny walked out of his room, a pair of white trainers in his hand as he walked toward the kitchen, smelling toast and smiling. His family may be poor, but he adored that smell. Because it was so naturally mouth watering. He stepped into the kitchen and sat beside his little sister, petting her hair as he put his trainers on the floor and slipped his feet into them simply.

His mother watched him with a raised eyebrow. Stuart McCormick - his father - grunted his morning as he walked in and took a seat beside Kevin, leaving the seat at the top of the table for Carol. The elder woman placed three pieces of toast on Kenny's plate as she kissed his head, doing the same with each of them.

"So son, ya got work tonight?" Stuart asked Kenny, turning to him and picking up the paper in front of him as he bit down on a piece of toast. Kenny swallowed a piece of toast in his mouth and cleared his throat as he did so.

"Yeah," Kenny replied simply with a shrug of his shoulders. "Raisins tonight, Pops." Stuart glared over the paper at the nickname and buried himself back into the paper, before sitting up right and putting it down with an open mouth.

"What yer mean Raisins?!" He asked loudly, "Yer mean ya gonna dress as one o' them prostitute women who ain't got no pot ta piss in?" Stuart argued on his part, "Pretty little things, yeah, but you ain't turning into no woman, Kenny."

Kenny snorted at his father's attempt to be strict and proper. "I ain't," He replied, "Simply going to be working behind the bar there after the day shift. Y'know the club they have at night? I'll be working there, I'm not wearing no uniform Pops, but they will." He explained, taking his toast and biting into it.

Carol sat at the table with her own buttered toast and took a bite of it with a sigh, "You gotta be careful what yer do with those girls, lad," She told him softly. Kenny knew his mother and father had their times of violence and hatred - Hell, didn't everyone? - but he adored their worry sometimes. After nine years of dying everyday, he'd be pretty worried too.

"I know, Ma," He shrugged, looking up at the kitchen wall clock and smiling, shoveling down his toast and grabbing his bag that lay by the door. He leant over; kissing his mother's cheek and saying goodbye to his family as he ran out of the house, toward the bus stop.

- - -

Kenny glared at the fat boy glaring at one of his best friends. He rolled his eyes finally and leant back against his chair, folding his ankle onto his knee and crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. Kenny turned to face Stan with a shrug of his shoulders.

"They'll never stop," He muttered. Stan grinned and shook his head.

"I guess it's just something they'll never get out of. If Kyle stops being Jewish, and Cartman stops being so fat.." Stan snickererd to himself, "That's a completely different story," He told Kenny as they watched the two. Kyle got up, slapping Cartman over the back of the head and sitting back in his seat, turning to Kenny and Stan and grinning as if nothing had happened. Cartman grunted, but did the same - minus the smile.

"So what did you guys do for the Summer?" Kyle asked.

Stan shrugged, "Hung out with Wendy, you, then went on holiday.." Kenny sighed to himself. Great, expensive times, lovely. Kyle looked over to Kenny, expectingly.

"Uh..." Kenny hesitated then shrugged, "I got a job."

Cartman opened his mouth, roaring with laughter and clutching his chair as one chubby finger pointed to Kenny with humour. Kenny raged silently. Stupid fat fuck. Kenny relaxed to himself, breathing in and then out, not letting Cartman bother him.

"You have a job?" Cartman breathed between laughs. Kenny nodded simply, and stood up, taking his bag and shrugging it onto his shoulder, letting the books inside his bag hit his legs as he turned to walk out of the classroom.

"I'm going there now," He told them. Of course, he hadn't told his parents or teachers that the job started early so he could get everything ready. He also didn't notice the small smile on Kyle's lips as he walked out of the classroom, or the small twinkle in the ginger boy's eyes.

- - -

"You must be Kenny!" Porshe purred, hugging the blonde boy. Kenny's eyebrow raised to his head as he felt her breasts purposely press to his chest. He rolled his eyes, petting the bottom of her back and slipping his arms around her waist as he dropped his bag to the floor, pulling her closer.

"How about you show me around?" He cooed in a seductive tone, breathing against her neck and purposely making her squirm. Kenny smirked, pulling back and shoving his bag into a closet as Porshe took his hand and led him away.

"Here's obviously where you put your coats, and clothes - well, the waitresses," She said, smiling as she looked up and down at him. "Anyway," She muttered, tugging Kenny through to the restaraunt area, "Here's the average Raisins part, for meals and stuff," She shrugged, pulling him through a door in the back. "And here's where the wonder begins.."

Kenny looked around the room, it was dark blue, a small area of the floor with flashing colours, and a bar in the far back, obviously where he was to be working. There were poles through tables, cat-walk like areas, and bathrooms to the side. Kenny turned to the girl,

"Am I the only one working behind the bar?" He asked her.

Porshe shook her head, pulling Kenny over and through the back to get into the bar. She stood behind the bar with him, showing him where the glasses were, the alcohol, how to pour them and make them simply. Of course he knew otherwise he wouldn't have applied.

Porshe then turned to him and beamed, "You'll probably have a partner, but it seems you'll do really good," She told him, smiling softly, "You're the second boy to get a new job here over the Summer," She giggled; her hand falling over her lips. "Except the other boy was becoming a waitress for the extra money; but this position offers a good amount of money," She ran her free hand down his chest, pushing Kenny back into the wall, "Especially for the attention somebody so.. attractive.. like you would get.." She purred, edging closer to Kenny.

Kenny hooked his arms around the girls waist, pulling her forward and meeting her lips.

Oh yeah - working here would be completely worth it.

- - -

Kenny looked around the club, the clock above the door told him it was almost opening, most of the staff were ready, with two bouncers by the door outside of course. Kenny leant against the bar, winking to Porshe as she walked past and blushed to herself, rushing over to another girl and giggling to herself.

Kenny smirked, pressing his chin in the palm of his hand and looking around, wondering where the supposed other boy was that Porshe had mentioned. Kenny's eyes turned over to the door and the small shy girl who walked in, red hair to her neck, curled beautifully. Green eyes looked around nervously as she pulled at her skirt and the small top exposing her stomach. She was flat. Kenny tilted his head and frowned.

The girl looked over at him with wide eyes and froze. "K-Kenny?"

Kenny frowned to himself, looking down the person's figure as he straightened his poster, brushing his hands down an orange vest, and sorting out his hood as he took in her appearance. Green eyes, red hair, sort of afro-shaped, but not exactly that, just.. curle-.

"Kyle?!"