Sorry for the laterish update? Like i said, school and work take up alot of time latly, so updates might be tad slower, but this means i'll have longer timetaking chapters. And in this stopry Cartman is so not nice, as some may of thought. Kenny has a slight "bad side" in this chapter also. But i wont ruin it.
Oh, and Im off from school alot this month, so that means i will probably be writing more on my spare days im not in school.
"Oh sorry, thought you were someone I knew."
"My name is Kenny. I was just wondering- wait, Marjorine?"
"Thought you didn't want to talk with me. I was too 'perverted' and 'immature.'"
I didn't answer his question. It's true he was perverted and immature. I don't know if he has changed or not, but my best guess is he hasn't. Guys like Kenny don't change. I told that to him when I left him.
"Aren't you going to answer my question?"
I took a huge sigh. "Kenny, It's just that- ugh, I have more important things to do than to fight with you."
"I just asked you a simple question, aren't you going to answer it?"
"Kenny," I say pinching the bridge of my nose, a habit I got from Stan when he used to visit." I'm not in the mood, okay? I don't want to talk about this with you right now."
And then comes the awkward silence.
And then he speaks.
"So.., how's the college life? Meeting tons of 'rich and famous' in L.A?"
"It's San Francisco, not L.A"
"Meeting lots of 'hot queers' then?"
Did he just say that? He just put down himself. After all, he's the queer, dating the transgendered girl. Well, he used to date me.
"For your information, I have a boyfriend. And it's not you."
"Obviously." He rolled his eyes, taking a sip of the drink in front of him. "So, why aren't you busy making love to him?"
I looked at the ground. "We had a fight."
"About what? Didn't do as you said? You always were demanding, Marjorine."
"As a matter of fact, he was the demanding asshole."
Kenny let out a laugh. "What kind of demanding asshole boyfriend brings you to South Park? Unless it was Eric Cartman, but like that's even possible. Your too high spirited to be with Cartman."
"Old habits die hard." I said, without thinking of what I just said.
Kenny laughed harder, then looked at me. "Your seriously dating Cartman? Always was his little bitch."
I rolled my eyes at Kenny, and finished the rest of my drink. "And for your information. I am not his bitch. If I was, I would be with him, now wouldn't I?"
Kenny wiped a glass and thought for a moment before speaking. "How come you never answered my letters? I mailed them to your dorm and everything."
"Because I wasn't there, duh!" I slipped the words out annoyed.
"Yes you were. I mailed them to your college dorm room. Did you get reassigned or something?"
"Or something, that's what." I muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing! I mean, it's not like I got kicked out or something." I laughed nervously at the last few words spoken.
"And another thing, that time I tried to call Cartman's apartment, he said he was 'busy punishing his bitch.'"
"Well, yeah." I did a nervous chuckle. "That's Cartman for you."
Kenny stared at me confused. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing, it's nothing." I looked down at my cellphone message, and saw it was from Eric.
'Oh shit.' I thought.
"I've gotta go."
Kenny looked at me, and gave me a playful punch as I flinched.
He stared at me again, and saw the bruise on my arm. "Did I do that?"
"Nah, I'm just a klutz."
He looked over at me, as I walked out the door.
And then I knew he knew.
"Marjorine, does Eric Cartman hurt you?"
I saw the look of trust in his eyes, and said quietly, "Yea, sometimes."
I watched as he put some ice in a bag, and threw it to me, as I put the bag on my arm.
"Marjorine? Do you want to stay at my place?"
"Kenny, that's really sweet and all, but I-I can't. After all, you're my ex, and well wouldn't that be awkward?"
"Nah, and it's just a friend doing a friend a favor.
"We aren't friends anymore Kenny. We're exes."
"Okay, so how about it's just-"
"Kenny, this is just some attempt to get sex isn't it?"
"Marjorine, I'm serious. This isn't some pathetic attempt."
He gets angry. "Marjorine! I can't let you get hurt. Just stay the night, and you know what? I'll even sleep on the couch. No worries?"
And I realize he's the same old Kenny I've known forever.
"Yes, I'll stay the night."
And for the first time in ages, I can't help but give a small smile.
Tonight will be different.