Songs of Love: a Kenny McCormick sequel 4

Part 4
Your eye twitched, as you sat in your Creative Writing class, trying to concentrate, but finding it increasingly difficult with the giggling behind you. You were, perhaps hypocritically, intolerant of anything that you deemed immature, overly mushy, or just plain annoying, and anything that fit into one of those three categories was sure to cause your temper to flare.
The two people behind you, a guy and a girl, continued to chat away, and that girl let loose her annoying giggle once more.

Relief came to you when the class finally ended, and you packed your things up, more than happy to get away from the two kissy-kissy-goo-goos behind you. You were just about ready to go, standing from your seat, staring intently at the door…

When she giggled again.

And, instead of doing what a responsible adult would have, you spun on your heel to look the pair in the eye, suddenly losing any tact that you might have possessed.

“You!” you snapped, first pointing at the guy, “Shut. The hell. Up. When you’re in class! Other people are trying to listen, you know!”

He only blinked at you, but you ignored him and rounded on the girl, now.

“And You! I understand that this is probably the best you can do,” you gestured to the guy again, “But you don’t have to laugh at every little thing that he says!”

You took a deep breath, now feeling truly elated having all of that anger vented out. And then came the embarrassment of what you had just done, and seeing that there was quite a few people staring at you. Oh, joy, now you would forever be known as that crazy girl, who hates seeing people happy. You could never show your face in this class again!

Keeping your eyes to the floor, you bolted for the door, wishing that you had a paper bag to put over your head.

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“Hiya, Haddie!”

You gave an inward groan, silently praying that God would strike you down right then and there, as you turned to your greeter with a forced smile, “Hello, Flint.”

“Guess what,” he said, then, thoroughly annoying you.

With a sigh, you attempted to keep your cool, “What, Flint?”

“We’re working together tomorrow!”

“Oh,” you wanted to cringe, but gritted your teeth against the urge. “Yay,” you responded in a way that even a moron could tell was fake.

“Yay!” … So what did that make Flint?

“What do you usually do on Thursdays?” he asked.

“Laundry,” you replied, ignoring your inner voice.

“Really? Jeepers,” he smiled, “You’re just busy all week, aren’t you?”

“Uh… Don’t you have… something to do right now?” you asked, desperate for an out. Sure he was pretty, but it was hard to stare at him when he wouldn’t shut up.

“No, why?”

“Because…” you looked around and spotted your savior, “I have to talk to Steve, now. So, you know… I’ll see you later.” And you ran away from him, grabbed Steve by the arm, and dragged the man to his office.

“Dammit, Haddie,” the he cursed, as you slammed the door behind the two of you, “What is wrong with you?!”

“Flint.”

“I thought you liked Flint.”

You shrugged, “That was before he opened his mouth.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “What?”

You whimpered in self-pity, slumping into one of his chairs. “It’s like this,” you explained, “Say you found a stray dog, and it was a little cute, and your dog just happened to be sniffing elsewhere, so you were a little nice to the stray, and gave him some of your sandwich.”

“O… kay…?”

You glared at him, “Just work with me! Anyway, the stray mistook your pity gift for affection, and wanted to follow you home, but you gently reminded the stray that you already had a dog, but the stray wouldn’t listen, and just kept following you!”

“So… Flint and Kenny are dogs,” he tried to follow your little analogy, “And Kenny was sniffing something, so you gave Flint a sandwich?”

“Okay, so,” you clarified, “The stray dog is a single man.”

“Single man, got it.”

“And the owner and her dog are a girlfriend and her boyfriend, respectively.”

“Owner is a girlfriend, dog is her boyfriend… Bestiality, that works…”

You glared at him, “The stray thinks that the owner wants the stray to be her dog.”

“The single man thinks that the girlfriend is into him,” he translated, “Go on.”

“But the owner is very happy with the dog she has already, thank-you-very-much,” you finished.

He sighed, “So let me see if I have this… You and Kenny were having some trouble, so you were a little too nice to Flint, and now he thinks that you want to date him, but you don’t because you’re happy with Kenny.”

You nodded, “And now the stray is following me around and barking at me!”

“Flint won’t leave you alone about it,” he shrugged, “So?”

“I’d like to be able to work without having to tiptoe around some guy,” you moaned, putting your hand on your head in a ‘woe is me’ fashion.

“And I’d like to be able to work without having to baby-sit you,” he retorted, “Haddie, in your life, there’s going to be shit you don’t want to do, but you’ll learn to deal with it, because that’s what being a grownup is about.” He straightened from his leaning position against the wall, and, ignoring your protests, dragged you back out of his office, demanding that you get to work.

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You let out a mopey sigh, as you began your walk home from work. It was only a few blocks, so you didn’t see any point in driving that little distance, but you almost wished that you had, because, for some reason, walking just wasn’t your choice activity when you were miserable.

“Haddie,” Flint smiled, coming up next to you, “Do you want a ride?”

“No, thanks,” you managed, turning to continue on your way.

But he wouldn’t let you off the hook so easily, “Would you like me to walk with you?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine,” you muttered, trying to think of an excuse, “I have to stop by Joe’s Quick-Mart to ask my boyfriend something, anyway.”

“Sounds good, let’s go!” He grabbed your hand, and pulled you in the direction of the convenience store where Kenny worked, asking questions the whole way there.

“So will your boyfriend be working tomorrow, too?”

“No,” you answered, “He usually works on Thursdays, but the store is closed tomorrow, so…”

“Oh, and you don’t want to spend time with him tomorrow?” he asked, his tone making you uneasy.

You decided that the truth was actually the best way to go on this one, “I’ll tell you a secret. I’m actually working tomorrow so I can get some extra money to buy Kenny something nice for Christmas.”

Flint paused for a second, but quickly got over it, now walking beside you silently. It was a nice change, in your biased opinion.

You finally reached the store, much to your relief, and you turned to Flint. “Well… Bye--” He cut you off, suddenly drawing you into a hug.

You stiffened at the contact. What? you thought, panicking a little, He still doesn’t get it?!

“Bye, Haddie,” he whispered, making you even more uncomfortable, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that said, he let go of you, waved, and finally walked away.

You didn’t bother to look at him, as you ran into the convenience store, in search of Kenny.

“Who was that?” asked the object of you affections from behind the checkout counter.

“Ugh,” you groaned, sounding like a zombie, “No one…”

He looked at you wit an unreadable expression for a minute, then seemed to shrug it off. “Hey,” he said, grabbing your attention, “Look what I snagged before my shift started.” Kenny pulled a movie out from under the counter and held it out to you.

You took it, first seeing the orange sticker, which read ‘Sale $ .99’, before you read the title aloud. “‘Fellatio Pirates’?! What the hell…?” you flipped it over to read the plot synopsis, trying to ignore the scantily clad “pirate” women on both the front and back covers. “Kenny,” you whined, “More porn?!”

“Oh, would you relax? It’s soft-core.”

“You always say that!” He laughed, which is what he usually did when you were mad about something.

“So, why are you here?” he asked after a few minutes.

“Meh,” you muttered, moving to grab a candy bar from the rack beside the counter, “No reason.” You let him scan your little treat and pulled a crumpled dollar bill out of your pocket. He went through the formalities of ringing it up and giving you your change, and the two of you sat quietly.

You broke the Snickers in half, offering part to him. “Want some?”

“Eh, why not?” he accepted, eating the chocolaty treat and looking outside the store to see if anyone was coming, and to make sure that nobody was tampering with the pumps.

“Are you here alone?” you asked him around a mouth fill of peanuts and caramel.

He turned back to you, “No. Glen is in the back, but I’ll tell you what, this last hour before we close is always dead. Seems pointless that we have to stay here, but I guess that’s just how it is…”

“So you’ll be closing up in, like, half an hour, right?” you asked, “Can I stay with you until then?”

He nodded, “Sure. Is something wrong?” You blushed, hating when your odd behavior made him worry about you--which actually happened a lot.

“I’m fine,” you admitted, “Just had a rough day, I guess.”

He leaned over the counter to brush his lips against yours, mumbling, “It’s fine.” When he withdrew and was back on his own side, he smirked, “I can think of some very relaxing activities for tonight…”

You glared at him, not amused, but smirked back a second later. “Like study and then go to sleep?” you suggested, knowing full well that those were not the activities that he was talking about.

“Well I can think of something I’d like to study,” he retorted, looking you up and down pointedly.

“Dammit,” you muttered, now annoyed that you could never get the last word.

“Yo! You ain’t supposed to let nobody hang around, Ken!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kenny called back to his lazy coworker, “If anybody else shows up, I’ll send her packing!”

Glen snorted, “This ain’t the place for a booty call, McCormick.”

“Oh, you’re just jealous that you haven’t been able to get any since your dad molested you when you were ten,” Kenny shot back, scowling.

Glen sputtered, “Damn you! I’ll knock yer teeth out, bastard!”

“I’d like to see you try!”

“Guys!” you interjected, not really wanting a fight to break out. “If it’s a problem, Glen, I’ll leave,” you offered civilly.

He pouted for a minute, but shrugged dismissively a moment later, “Naw, it’s okay.”

You smiled at him, “Thank you.”

Once the man had retreated to the back room, where the boxes were unloaded, Kenny huffed, turning to do the final count on the register. “Pussy, son of a bitch,” he muttered, “I could’a taken him…”

You groaned, “Why are men always so quick to fight?”

He paused in his counting, “Hey, don’t call this kettle black, you pot.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at the way he had said it. Lately, Kenny seemed to be the only one who could make you feel batter. When you looked up again, you saw him giving you that look that made you knees quake. You wondered if he knew he did it--judging by the way he smirked afterwards, he knew exactly what he did to you. And he seemed to enjoy it, too.

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You had helped Glen and Kenny do the final check for any (unlikely) customers that were hiding out in the aisles, run the dusters over the floors, lock down the register, and then shut down the light and lock the doors.

You gave a final wave to Glen over your shoulder, calling a thank you to him for letting you stay, much to Kenny’s annoyance. You turned back to your boyfriend, then, watching his eye twitch as you walked next to him.

“Something wrong, Fluffy-lovey-dovey-kins?” you teased.

“Nothing, Snookie-wookie-sugar-plum,” he teased back, wrapping an arm around your waist, but not before letting a stray hand wander over your derrière. “I just can’t help feeling like you’re giving other boys more attention than you’re giving me,” he hummed into your ear, nipping it before standing upright once more. He smirked at the involuntary shudder than ran down your spine, as his male ego grew two sizes larger.

You resisted a moan, hating how he managed to make you so uncomfortably comfortable. Your body never did what you told it to when he did things like that…

I pulled her closer as some other guy passed us on the sidewalk, unable to hold back the possessive ‘touch-this-and-die’ look that I shot at the man. That guy that Haddie had hugged earlier was really getting to me, I guess, because I found myself getting all worked up whenever another guy so much as looked at her. And that damn Glen had been flirting with her, knowing that it made me mad when he did things like that. He and I were actually really good friends, but whenever one of our girlfriends was around, we both felt the strange need to posture like two wolves fighting to be alpha male. My grip on her tightened a fraction more at the thought.

The close proximity, however, was doing nothing for my self-control, which was usually stretched pretty thin when it came to Haddie. If I didn’t respect her so much, I’d have probably already made a real move on her, and not just one of my joking passes at her. She brushed those off pretty well (minus all the blushing that she always did), but I wondered how she’d react if I really tried to get her into bed.

I groaned to myself, now in need of a cold shower, thanks to Haddie and my own dirty imagination. I ground my teeth in frustration, but my hold on the lady in my fantasies didn’t let up.

The whole time I was arguing with myself, she just kept looking ahead, oblivious to my struggles and my body’s reaction to her. Damn her and her little, virgin mind; the girl didn’t even think about sex unless I brought it up!

I managed to contain myself until we were home, and then I managed to excuse myself to the bathroom once we were inside without looking as guilty as I felt at that moment. The water began to cascade down my body, relieving my tension a little, but I continued to silently curse the girl who had inadvertently done this to me. When I finally had her, there was no doubt that I would easily become a whipped man.
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A/N: Okay, so I have to ask this. I'm thinking of actually attempting a lemon (a sex-scene, to those who aren't fanfic savvy). It will fit in in a few chapters, so I'm going to write it, and if I like it, I'll consider posting it. It will be posted seperately, and will have a password on it, so if you don't want to read it, you guys can just skip over it, okay? Anyway, if and when it's posted, the password will be in the chapter that it fits into, so I'l l write the clean version, and then at the end I'll say, "The password for the lemon scene that fits into this chapter is..."
Here's where you guys come in: I need to know if this last scene with Kenny was okay. So anyone with an opinion, it would be nice if you could send me a message saying, "It was too graphic," or, "It was fine," or "It could be more graphic." Because I was going to go a little more into detail, but these days, the stories don't get ratings, so I figured I'd keep it safe for now until I know where my audience sits with that.
Well, thanks for reading my long rant, and thanks in advance for messaging me, should you chose to. And remember, messages are my muse, and they make me write faster. Bye! ^_^