Author's Note:

So, I am doing a Kenny/Kyle this time. I think by now you have noticed that Kenny is absolutely one of my favorite people in the whole cast. So, I try to find pairings that work with him. The plot was and is a little shaky, but I hope as the story goes on, it fits into itself. Please take the time to read, and review. With all honesty, even if it's mean. It's constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy the story. Once again, this is a Kenny/Kyle pairing, and if you don't like these, please exit now.

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This story contains strong language and sexually explicit content. If you do not like this type of material, please exit the site. The characters in this story do not belong to the author or the webpage. They are the sole property of Matt Stone and Trey Parker.

People Don't Really Give A Damn

Chapter 1: Someone new in town

My head hurt so badly. I felt like throwing up, dying, and crying all at once. I decided to head into Tweek's Coffee shop where it was an hour before they closed. I opened the door, and walked in. I heard the familiar jingle of bells as the door opened. I walked into the warm dingy shop, and the door shut with a gentle swish behind me. I walked up to the counter, but there was no one there.

"Just a second!" said a very unfamiliar voice.

I expected Tweek, or his father, or even his mother, to answer. But it was someone who's voice I didn't know. How long had I not been over here for? I saw a figure moving towards me, and I was pulled out of my current stupor.

She was five foot one, with very nice facial features. Her hair was in a hair net, but I could see it was black. She had very nice lips, and the only reason I focus on them, is because she was smiling so brightly at me. Or at least, in my direction. She had on a pair of latex gloves, and was ripping them off. She aimed with an accurate shot, and the gloves went into the trash can. She was blind.

"How may I help you?" she asked.

"Coffee." I said without realizing what was happening. She probably couldn't even understand me! I hadn't taken my hood off. Fuck you, Kenny!

"Ken, is that you?" she asked smiling. "In the Tweek coffee house?" she asked.

"How do you know me?" I asked still through my hood. She seemed to do okay.

"Puhlease, man. The whole town talks about you. I used to work at the Village In." she said smiling. "Everyone talks about you. The grown ass folk, and the teens." she said smiling. "It's finally nice to meet you. I feel like I'm meeting a mini celebrity, or something." she said laughing and stretching out a thin hand.

I reached over the counter and took it. Her long fingers were gentle, and ice cold. Her hand felt powdery, from the recent latex that had been on it. I felt a strange feeling in the pit of my chest, and I held her hand for a bit longer than necessary. That's when I noticed, she had a ring prominently displayed on it. It was a golden band with a virgin Mary set into the little stones that surrounded her. She didn't move as I held her hand, and stared. It felt like we held hands like this over the counter for about what seemed like hours.

"Kenny?" she finally asked. "Are you okay?"

"You know, maybe, I should go." I said dropping her hand. "I don't really need coffee, anyway. Nice to meet you." I said turning away.

"Ken, don't." she said in such a soft pleading voice, that I turned back. "Come back here, Kenny. Get a coffee, like you were just about to do. Why all of a sudden, a change of mind?" she asked.

"Because… well, it's already eleven." I said sighing. "Shop is closed. I'll flip your sign for you." I said walking over to the window and flipping her sign.

"You still want that coffee?" she asked.

"Naw. Hot chocolate's way better." I said sighing. "Got any of that?" I asked.

"Yeah. Small, medium, or large?" she asked.

"Small." I mumbled as I took a seat at the bar in front of her.

"Let's split a large, Ken. I'll buy you a drink, and you walk me home." she said seriously.

"No." I said a little too rudely. "Small is fine."

"Ken, please. I'm not taking pity on you, actually. I'm taking pity on myself. There's someone out there that is trying to hurt me, and I am scared shitless, if I'm honest with you." Her face had become very white, and I knew she was being serious. "You're not a charity case to me, Kenny." she spat bitterly. "Just let me do this for you, this once. Or how about this? Ditch the fucking shit here, come over to my house, and I'll make you a pot of whatever. Coffee, hot chocolate, I'll even let you smoke in the place, man. Let's just go."

I stared at her for a long time. She looked serious as all hell. I heaved a big sigh, and I looked down.

"Fine." I said as my stomach lurched. "What could go wrong?"

"Plenty." she said under her breath. "I'll go lock up, and you go change." she said briskly.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Go fucking change. I wanna be out of here as soon as possible." she said as her figure started darting around and putting things away with swiftness.

"I don't get it." I said stupidly pulling off my hood.

"If I'm going to have you walk me home, I'm gonna do this right. I wanna walk with Mysterion."