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      Published: 2018-01-29 Updated: 2018-03-09 Chapters: 8/? Words: 106582
****** White Corridors ******
by RoloReily
Summary
     Leopold 'Butters' Stotch is a new inmate at St. Andrews Park. He is a
     strange, but fascinating mute. When he stepped into the Prison, he
     became the centre of attention from all the other inmates. However
     they all begin to realize something wasn't right with the very small
     blonde man. Something very wrong...nothing made sense. Nobody could
     understand why Leopold had been sent to Prison. Especially when Wendy
     Testaburger gets her hands onto his file. Along with Leopold's new
     small family, they begin to stitch together the puzzle that makes up
     Leopold. Leopold is a mystery.
     Kenny is haunted by a small boy from his childhood. A small boy that
     had been apart of their gang, back in South Park. He could never
     fully remember the kid. All he remembered about the boy was his big,
     sweet and innocent blue eyes. He can't remember exactly what happened
     to the kid, but he has a horrible feeling it had something to do with
     himself. However, when he meets Leopold (later he nicknames him
     Butters) he finds himself drawn to him. He is fascinated with the new
     inmate. He is just inching to find out more.
     *Story has been updated - new chapter*
***** Information *****
 
Hello everyone. I'm Rolochan, or more commonly known as Reilly hehe~ Some of
you may remember me...the newer ones might not. The readers that read White
Corrdiors while I was writing it and updating it. The people who read it when I
put it as an orphan...
This is an important update to my readers…and any new ones I guess.
So, as many of you already know, a couple months back I was having health
problems. Black outs, fainting at random and other things. I had to put my
account on hold, and such. I do regret putting this story as an orphan lol
My stories were:
Attack on Tian:
Why Don't You Love Me?
My Omega
Birth of Cherry Blossoms
Tokyo Ghoul:
Needle and Threat
Owari No Seraph:
They Are Just Steps
South Park:
White Corridors
Thank you for following me, giving me great advise and giving up time to help
me. I really appreciate it guys! :)
I'm considering trying to complete it? As I noticed a lot of people really
liked White Corridors, and I enjoyed writing it :) I'm debating if I should re-
post the four chapters, or if I should just post the new chapter? What do you
think? Will you all be wiling to still read?
A big thank you to my first readers. I DO read your comments. I have read all
the comments on White Corridors. CreekOTP, SouthParkFanPazzel, LillyPad,
Schleifchan, ABitCrazyButFun, Jewishushanka, Starstelite, MPLily, WataSchmu,
Chips n Salsa,Puffykinz,Flowerprincee, Callum, Tootie, Fallingwthstyle,
K_Noppa, TealLuney, Blah, Zombiecare_rot, Nancy, Hauntedlullabies,
Romance_is_Life, Peachykeen3502, Terence, Maxeano, MichievousParadox and Berta
Soria. Thank you all for commenting, and staying with it. I'm really-really
grateful!
My dear friend (Southparkfanpazzel) told me to look through the bunny tag...and
I almost cried. So many people have written their own story from mine. White
Corridors have inspirited so many people, that is why I felt the need to make
this...thank you all so much! I'm so pleased you all loved it so much. I'm very
grateful!
Alone Together by I_cant_write is the first story that gained my attention. If
you're interested in White Corridors then please go read Alone Together. It's a
lovely story inspirited by mine.
Thank you so much everyone! I'll have something to post by the weekend in
relations to White Corridors. A new chapter. I'm not sure if it will be as long
as my old chapters, I'll do my best...! 
  
 
 
***** Silent Voice *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi everyone XD So this was something I wanted to post for awhile now.
     Please note that this is un-beta-ed!
     I wanted to try and write it myself...I hope it isn't too bad! I have
     read through it, and corrected the things that I noticed but I might
     have missed things? Either way, please let me know how to improve! I
     want to get better at writing myself? I'm not the best at a few
     things...I hope it's okay! I do get my tenses mixed up sometimes, and
     I am trying to improve on them the best I can!
     Inspirited by 'Orange is the New Black!' on Netflix!!!! As well as
     'PrisonBreak'! So go watch them!!!!
     I was also inspirited by 'The Federal Department of Corrections'
     written by SolemnSilence170. SO GO READ THAT MASTERPEACE!
     It's seriously one of my favourite story!
     Anyway! Enjoy
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It was early morning.
The air was wet, and bitter. The ground held a slushy texture. All from the
rain that had fallen the night before.
The bus bounced. One loose wheel smacked against a rock in the road.
Honestly, he hardly recognized himself. His reflection in the window was almost
alien-like. A stranger stared back at him. His face was stained red by his own
sorrow. Splotches still lingering on his pale skin. His nose flaking red. His
lips swollen and eyes bloodshot. Every now and then, he would try to wipe away
the snot seeping from his nose.
It wasn’t fair.
His head throbbed. He sighed, and then rested his head against the glass of the
bus. He tried to watch the road, but it was difficult. He could barely see
through the swollen skin of his eyelids. He rested his eyes. However that did
little to help.
The bus was quiet. Nobody made a sound. The driver of the bus whistled, and
chuckled along with the only guard up front.
The air was thick with tension. He trembled on the beaten up leather chair.
From what he could tell, there was only two other inmates on the bus. He
couldn’t see them very well…but he knew they were there. He had seen them when
he was brought onto the bus.
He awkwardly cranked his head to peer over the beaten up chairs. He could see a
male in front him. A much taller and stocky male. He almost looked to be
sleeping. The soft snoring coming from the man, confirmed he was sleeping.
A shaky breathe escaped his lips. He turned back, and hugged the pillow to his
chest. It was the only thing he was allowed to keep. He held it to his chest.
He tried smoothing down his hair. He struggled to breathe. He was scared of
having a panic attack again.
The scary thought of having people around him…it was…more almost overwhelming.
He had heard it was impossible to have privacy where he is going.
Was it going to be worse…?
He fought back a tiny-broken whimper. He pulled his small legs up onto the
chair. It would have looked strange, and almost impossible to fit onto the
small beaten up chair. But he was small, much smaller than a normal grown man
and he was able to curl up tightly on the chair.
In honesty, he was much smaller than a normal man of his age. 22 years old…and
still the size of a pint-size child…not that it was his fault.
Where he had come from…
The bus stopped. His heart leaped into his throat. His body fought against his
will to be calm. He tightened his arms around his knees. He pressed them
painfully up against his chest.
It was time.
He realized.
It terrified him.  
“Inmates!”
His head smacked against the glass. He was startled from the new but sudden
voice.
A man.
A tall man with a small belly. He was dark skinned, with his hair hidden
underneath a white hat.
He did not look scary like….In fact, he looked rather nice and kind. Like
anybody could approach him without a worry. He wore the normal uniform for a
prison guard. A clean and neatly tucked in blue shirt, with a belt and black
pressed pants.
The driver to the bus opened the double doors. The sound of the heavy sliding
doors forced the bus to tip side to side.
“You can call me Chef. Any problems? Any issues? You come to me. Anything at
all, you can come and ask me. Okay.” The dark-skinned man spoke. A kind smile
on his face. It was almost familiar…but yet not quite.
Chef. Must be a nickname or something. Either way, everyone seemed to accept it
easily. Chef’s voice was deep. He obviously had been working at the prison for
a long time. It was nice that he talked to them like they’re normal human
beings…There was so many rumours that guards treated the inmates like animals.
Treated them like dogs.
It was overwhelming and terrifying.
The first man climbed off. He moved in a slow pace.
It was his turn…the blonde forced himself up. His legs buckled immediately
underneath him, and he had to give his everything to prevent himself from
falling straight back down. He began to follow the first man. However he found
himself stuck. The other male was still on the bus chairs. He laid across it as
he snoozed. Sleeping the world away…
He looked rather…relaxed…How can somebody be comfortable enough to…to…to sleep?
The messy golden haired male shook his head.
The guard (Chef) walked up the bus.
Chef stared down at the sleeping man. He let out a deep sigh. He shook his head
but he had a small smile on his lips. He leant forward. He suddenly slapped the
sleeping inmate on the face.
The man moved faster than anybody before. He rocketed up to his feet, and
looked as if he was about to punch somebody. He blinked his large beautiful
blue eyes and then rubbed his reddish cheek. A few seconds passed, and he
relaxed. He grabbed his pillow and swung it underneath his arm.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.”” Chef snorted.
The man frowned back at him. “Fuck off Chef.” the man said. His voice
surprisingly soft and friendly. Kind even. His voice didn’t even sound
threating.
Chef chuckled. “Could you kindly move that fine ass of yours? You’re holding up
the line.”” Chef said. His voice held a strange friendly pitch to it.
Almost…like he was seeing an old friend of his again.
The black haired man glanced over his shoulder.
The short blonde ducked his head nervously.
“Oh. Sorry kid.” he said. His voice soft and gentle. He turned back around, and
finally followed Chef out of the bus.
The black haired man yawned. He looked like he wanted to go back to sleep. He
must have been here before. Served time before. That was why he was so
comfortable and how he seemed rather friendly with the guards. He even nodded
to the driver in a mute greeting.
The blonde man stared meekly at him. He gulped and followed. Thankfully he did
not trip over his feet, and was able to get off safely.
The bus bailed out as soon as it could.
He almost felt sorry for the driver….almost…
The blonde shoulders hunched up. He crushed his lips together and followed
close behind the black haired man.
The newly arrived group was lead into the large brick building. It had a high,
over-towering metal spiked fence. Sharp hoops with scary look pointing sticking
out of the hoops. It looked like it would hurt to even try to climb over it.
He gulped a dry lump in his throat. His bright but yet sore blue eyes darted
about the new residence. He moved along slowly. He walked with his body curled
in tightly, hoping to make himself as small as possible. His ears burned. Other
inmates was staring at them. Whistling and making loud hoots.
“Hey. Don’t pay them any attention. They’re just bored.” The black haired male
whispered to him. He had noticed how nervous and afraid the much smaller man
next to him was.
The blonde had not expected the other man to speak to him. He glanced up at him
and nodded weakly.
The group was lead through corridors and rooms. They moved fast from one spot
to the other. Not stay long in one room…quickly gathering all the paper work
needed to survive here.
He stepped into another small and cold looking room. It was the fifth time he
had entered an office like this today. He was given more papers, and had his
finger-prints taken. It was gross, and he did his best not to visible grimace.
Eventually they found themselves into a large hall. He was ordered to strip
down to nothing. He was bare and cold. He was really struggling, really
struggling to keep himself composed and together. His eyes stung. He was about
to cry….
The room was quiet, and freezing cold. Another woman stood waiting for them.
Her long crimson hair pulled back into a pony-tail. Rather unsettling, she had
matching red eyes with a high cheeked bone. She glared at the three of them.
She watched with pencilled narrowed eyes.
The small blonde shook. He pressed his legs together, and gulped. His throat
burning.
“Squat and cough.”
He jumped. He turned his head and felt his heart skip a beat. The woman wasn’t
behind himself, but another inmate. However she was nearing him.
It would be his time soon…
Her voice barking out the same words to every inmate she came to stand behind.
Squat and cough.
He hoped he could do what she said, and just get it over with…However his body
kept trembling. He was to scared, and he was worried that he would be accused
of something…because of how badly he is shaking….
“You got to relax dude.” A familiar voice said. The familiar soft, but yet
friendly voice said.
The blonde glanced to the side and felt a strange pang of relief to fill him.
The black haired man was standing directly next to him. Their shoulders almost
touching…well, his shoulder almost against his elbow…
“Calm down. It will be over in five seconds.” He explained with a small smile.
“She’s just going to check for drugs.”
“If you don’t have anything, then you’ll be fine…unless you do…” he added.
The blonde shook his head. God no! He had nothing up his backside.
This was the answer the other male was looking for. He smiled and nodded his
head.
“Then you will be fine.” He firmly stated.
The blonde stared at him until he thought it might have been a bit creepy. He
quickly looked away with blushing cheeks…especially when he remembered both of
them was naked…he also did not want to violate his privacy…
He was…naked as the day he was born…after all…It was embarrassing. He could see
what the man looked like. He was rather skinny man, but not as small as
himself. In fact he is sure that he might have been a football player during
high school, or even the Captain football. He would definitely a popular kid.
He was very attractive. Dark, midnight hair that looked like it had just
started to grow out of a neatly chirm up. He had a round face, with kind and
understanding blue eyes.
The small blonde gulped, and licked his dry.
“Squat and cough.” The woman called out.
He felt a pinch of fear fill him. It was his turn. He glanced back at her, and
felt his stomach flip.
She glowered down at him. Her eyebrows pinched together, and she tapped her
foot impatiently.
He did not want to anger her…the quicker he did what she wanted…she’ll leave
him alone…he hopped. He bent over. He puffed out his cheeks, and coughed.
Coughed as hard as he could in hopes that would…somehow satisfy her… He was
so….horrified. He had just presented his behind to the terrifying woman. He
winced, and then jumped.
He heard the snapped-like sound of a glove. His eyes was starting to burn. He
had a horrible feeling he knew what the woman was about to do. He didn’t want
to think about it. To accept it….When nothing happened he thought he had not
coughed loud enough and was about to cough again.
“Alright.” the red haired woman grunted, “You can stand up straight now.”
The blonde sighed to himself in relief. He licked his lips, and slowly
straighten himself. His skin twitched and prickled all over. It was strange-ish
to be so naked in front of many people. He wanted it to hurry up and be over
already. He closed his eyes. He tried to relax himself the best he could.
A high pitched shriek filled the air. Like a banshee.
It scared him. He was rather impressed with himself that he had not pissed
himself…that would have been…
“Guess somebody tried to sneak something in.” The dark haired man said. He
watched with a mixture of pity and amusement.
The red-haired woman pulled out a small plastic bag from another inmate’s
backside further down the line.
He let out a tiny chuckle and shook his head. “Don’t know why they bother.
There is no way you can get the drugs past the guards.” He said with a shrug.
The raven haired man turned his head. He glanced sideway down at the blonde.
“Well. This is your first time, isn’t it?” he asked.
The blonde didn’t trust his voice. He had grown up as a chatter box, and would
be called annoying. He didn’t want to be beaten up on his first day.
So…
The blonde nodded mutely.
It was weird, and made him feel anxious. It was strange having a conversion
while naked. Hell, the other wasn’t even trying to shield their private area.
It took his everything not to look down.
“Ah. It’s not too bad. After a while it gets better.” The other shrugged.
He watched as the very same man that had the drugs stuffed up their behind was
guided out the room. Well…more like dragged out. He was kicking and screaming.
A smile appeared on his lips. He turned back to look at the smaller blonde. The
smile on his face was gorgeous, made him look handsome. Yes. He was definitely
the kind of guy who everyone would be after.
“You can call me Marsh, or Stan. Well my name is Stan Marsh, but most people go
by their second names, some goes by their first name. So either one is fine.”
he said.
The blonde blinked once and twice.
This guy…Stan Marsh. He was not the type to be in prison. Let alone twice. If
his suspicion is correct that is. Just what did the raven haired man do? What
had he done to get thrown into St. Andrew Park in the first place?  
Finally, the group was taken from the hall. They were given clothes to dress
in. White or black long sleeved shirts, and bright orange matching jumpsuit.
His was over sized and baggy. Hanging off his much too small body.
He tugged at his sleeve. He slowly stepped along the other inmates. They was
lead into one last room…finally…He just wanted to sleep now…
“This is where you’ll get your ID, I’ll be waiting outside for you, when you’re
done.” Chef said.
He smiled at the group. He nodded his head and slipped back out the door. He
didn’t even bother to close it…
Another woman stood in front of them. She was tall, with messy curls of blonde.
Bright green eyes framed by long eyelashes. She was a lot younger than Chef,
and very pretty. Pale skin, with freckles dusting across her cheeks.
She smiled at them. Her cherry lips parted. “Welcome back again.” she said. She
looked at Stan.
Stan smiled. He sheepishly flickered his hand in greeting.
This confirmed that he had served time before. For what, was a mystery?
“Bebe.” Stan said sweetly.
The blonde female snorted loudly. She shook her head. “Miss Stevens,” she
corrected. She obviously disliked the nickname. He wondered how many inmates
call her that name?
Stand rolled his eyes, but smiled kindly, “Of course Miss Stevens.”
Miss Stevens turned away from the three men. She peered down at the computer
screen.
There was another woman sitting in a computer chair with her back arched. She
glared at the screen in front of her. Unlike Miss Stevens, the other woman had
short greyish hair. Her skin was slightly darker, with brown eyes. She looked
much older than Miss Stevens but yet younger than Chef.
“Right. When your name is called, you will step in front of the webcam for your
photo.” the grey haired woman said loudly. Her voice much more shrilly then
Miss Stevens. She was much scarier than Miss Stevens.
The blonde haired man closed his eyes. He crushed them tightly. He clenched his
teeth together. It was too much. He tried to drown out the buzzing noise. His
heart was making his head throb.
“Leopold Stotch?”
He jumped, and a hand touched his shoulder. Immediately, Leopold’s eyes snapped
open and he trembled in fear. He glanced around himself nervously.
Miss Stevens smiled down at him comforting. “First time sweetheart?” she asked.
Leopold couldn’t speak. Instead, he nodded furiously and looked like a kicked
puppy. He noted the two other inmates had already got their IDS. Even the man
that had been here before. Leopold wondered if he had got a new ID or got his
old ID.
Can they do that?
“You sure you’re supposed to be in this prison?” the grey haired woman chimed
in. She stared with narrowed pencil eyes at the small blonde. She smirked.
Leopold rushed to the space in front of the webcam.
“You look like you should be in the woman’s prison.” She added smugly.
Miss Stevens sighed. “Ignore Mrs. Turner. She’s a bitch.” Miss Steven said. A
small smirk appearing across her lips.
Mrs. Turner frowned and huffed. Mrs. Turner clicked her tongue. She rolled her
dark eyes. “Whatever. Just look at the camera, and we’ll get this taken care of
real quick,” she groaned deeply. Her voice sounding much older than her
appearance.
Leopold stilled himself the best he could. His hands clenched the pillow. He
stared into the camera leans. He hopped he did not look scared…
A bright flash. A low hiss forced his lips.
“See. Even his picture is cute.” Mrs. Turner laughed.
Miss Stevens shook her head once again. She slapped her friend on the back of
the head. ”Show a little restraint.” she said.
Mrs. Turner snorted. She reached for the newly made ID, and held it to Leopold.
Leopold smiled watery. He took the ID and held it close to himself. He glanced
down at it, and frowned. He did not take many photos…not since he… Well Leopold
just knew there was not many photos of him around…However he could see it. He
had a feminine face, with long eyelashes and full lips. He definitely looked
girlish. He understand Mrs. Turner’s comments.
“Ignore Heidi. She’s a cranky bitch who doesn’t get cock much,” Chef said.
Mrs. Turner stuck her middle finger up at him.
Stan smiled, and snorted loudly. “I’m pretty sure Heidi has a thing for Baba,
Chef.” the raven man said. He followed after the guard. He shifted his
processions in his arms.
Chef looked back with brief surprise expression flashing across his face. “Oh.
Damnit, I’ve been here for such a long time and I never noticed no lesbian
loving.” he muttered under his breathe. More to himself then to the men that
followed him.
Stan snorted once again. He let out a small laugh.
Leopold stared at Stan thought. It looked like he knew Chef like the back of
his hand. Could Chef be a guard that had been with Stan since day one? Could
that be why they looked so close to one another?
Like old friends?
“Keep up Leopold.”
Leopold jumped. He had not realized Stan had turned back to look at him. Caught
him staring…Leopold looked around himself. The prison was massive and a lot
bigger than he originally thought. Originally, Leopold had thought the prison
would be smaller but he was wrong. He cursed under his breathe. Leopold gulped.
He speed after the group.
Chef glanced down at him. “Damn. You really are tiny,” he commented. He noticed
that Leopold only barely reached his shoulder.
“Not many inmates are this short. We’ve only got like two or three. Including
you.” He added.
Leopold blinked once again. He stared up at Chef in worry. Was it a bad thing?
Was being short a bad thing?
Scarily, like he had read Leopold’s mind. Chef smirked. “There is nothing wrong
with being short.” He said with a wink.
“These are the counsellors; you’ll want to go see them sometime later today to
get your file in order,” Chef said.
He turned to face the small group of new inmates, minus one return inmate.
Leopold glanced down the direction Chef had pointed out. He gulped and crushed
his lips together. He hopped his counsellor would be alright…He had somebody
named Mackey.
“Alright, assigned dorms are that way; you don’t go down there unless you are
assigned. Protect your balls boys and girls. You will be beaten so hard, that
your nuts will pop off.” Chef said with a weak chuckle.
It looked as if he had a story to tell….
Leopold was too scared to make a sound…Leopold didn’t know how he could ever
remember where everything is…everything looked the same…
“For the first two-three days, you will be placed into temporary room. A room
with three, sometimes four, other inmates. It’s temporary and you will be moved
eventually. You will be in that room while we are sorting out your papers and
seeing who best to pair you with.” Chef said.
“You’ll be assigned a roommate, and it won’t be changed unless you have a
reason.” He added.
Leopold frowned. A roommate? He felt his chest tighten….the last roommate he
had wasn’t….nice…Leopold kept his head down. He tried not to look at the
inmates in the corridor, but he could feel eyes on him.
Whispers too. Or is it all in his head, he wasn’t sure.
“Oi!”
A voice bounced off the corridor. Like a bullet, an inmate was charging
directly towards them. He was speeding angrily towards them. He stomped his
feet as he went. Many inmates that were still in the corridor leaped out of the
way of the small man. The man was rather short, but taller than Leopold
himself. Messy red hair, sticking out in every direct. It had grown to lay over
his ears and most of his eyes.
Leopold’s eyes widened. He tried to look away from the man, but he could hear
the footsteps slapping against the tiles.
He was so angry…
Leopold could only pity whoever was on the other side of the man’s anger.
The inmate came to a screaming stop. He stood directly in front of the group.
His forest green eyes blazed angrily. He glared at them.
Leopold nervously looked up at his face and then finally realized the inmate
was glaring directly at somebody else.
His emerald eyes trained firmly onto the male standing in the middle.
Leopold let out a breatheless gasp as the inmate lifted his hand.
He smacked Stan harshly in the face. The sound of his palm hitting Stan’s cheek
echoed through the air. The sound of skin on skin, made Leopold’s skin crawl.
The red haired hissed and spun around. He stormed away. He held his middle
finger over his shoulder at Stan. Every other inmate avoiding the short crimson
haired boy.
“What the fuck?”
Leopold glanced between the midnight haired man and the slowly disappearing
man. He looked at Stan’s face and winced from how red his cheek was.It looked
like it was going become bruised and swollen.
Leopold shovelled his feet. Holy shit? What was that about?
“You okay there Stanley?” Chef questioned.
Stan had frozen. His eyes widened. His lips settled into an odd crooked frown.
He gently rubbed his cheek. A painful expression spread across his face. Stan
sighed.
“I’m good.” he said.
Chef frowned himself. He glanced down at the man in his own sadness.
“Alright then. I’ll take you guys to your temporary dorms.” He finally said.
The guard led them through the hallway. He stopped every so often to drop off
other new inmates.
Leopold was increasingly becoming more and more nervous and anxious with every
stop they made. His knees buckled underneath him, especially when Stan went
into a dorm with some other man, he didn’t know. The only nice, and maybe
friendly person he met in this prison had disappeared into another room.
Leopold grumbled under his breathe. He bit at his cherry red lip.
“Donovan, Stotch. This is you,” Chef finally called out.
There was only four of them left. Leopold turned his head to look at this
‘Donovan’ man was. He slowly walked into the room to find a small room with two
bunkbeds. Leopold hugged the large pillow tighter to his chest, and glanced
back at the other new inmate.
Donovan.
Donovan was rather tall-is. He had messy hair still damp from the cold water
shower they had been subjected to earlier. His brown hair was overgrown and
hanged into his eyes. He kept having to push it out of face. Donovan’s face was
long, with dark eyes. His cheeks had a small scratch upon it.
Leopold reached just under his nose. He might not be as tall as he originally
thought. Leopold couldn’t make his feet move. The lump in his throat weighed
him down. He couldn’t move.
“It’s going to be fine, first week is always the worst, just don’t talk to
anyone. Stay under the radar.” Chef said.
Chef pushed Leopold. It caused him to stumble in.
“Oh look, another young one.” A voice said in a deep rumble.
Leopold lifted his head. A tall and very scary man stood staring him down with
dark eyes.
“He’s going to get really fucked up here.” The man chuckled.
There was another man sitting on the bottom already ‘made up’ bunkbeds.
“What’s your name?” the man asked. “Posers.” He lifted his head. He held a
reasonable sized book in his hands. His black and red hair hanged into his
face. His eyes become dark as he stared at the new inmates.
Leopold had to take a step back.
Donovan pushed ahead with a strange, goofy grin on his face. “I’m Clyde. Clyde
Donovan.” the brunette said. He turned to the empty buck beds and climbed onto
the top. His legs hanged over the edge. He seemed friendly enough. Maybe.
He felt familiar…like so many other man Leopold had seen today.
Clyde turned his head and gestured to Leopold still frozen in the doorway.
“That one won’t talk. I think the prison has scared him into silence.” He said.
“Aww. Poor lamb.” the man dark skinned man said.
The black man scoffed a little to himself with a smirk. He seemed surprisingly
gentle, but Leopold would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little scared of him.
His arms were massive and he had rather large thighs. He tilted his head, and
smirked leaning away with a teasingly wink.
“My name is Token. Token Black.” The man said.
His face was blank. Token stared back at Leopold. “Have we met somewhere
before?”
Leopold shook his head immediately.
No.
No they had not. He would remember meeting somebody like Token…besides, Leopold
had been in the same place for most of his life.
Token held out his hand and after a frightening pause. His heart feeling like
it was about burst free from his chest. Leopold took it with a shaky smaller
hand.
“You really don’t talk, huh?” Token said. He shook his head and turned away to
his own bunkbed. He climbed onto the top bed.
“It’s nice to know at least one person won’t rape us,” Clyde said and stretched
his back. He laid back across his bed. He crossed his arms behind his head, and
let out a small yawn from the back of his throat.
Token looked at him with an unimpressed expression on his face. “Why do you say
that?” he asked in a deep voice.
Clyde hummed loudly. He rolled his head against his pillow and looked at him.
“Because I know you.” He said smoothly.
Token rolled his eyes. He shook his head. “You’re still annoying as ever.”
Clyde grinned. “Good to see you Clyde. Com-on. Say it.”
Token huffed. “It’s good to see you.”
The brunette grinned, and bowed his head, “I’m just happy to see at least one
familiar face frankly.”
Leopold couldn’t help but warily look over at the brunette who seemed high off
of something and clearly unstable. He chews his bottom lip, and slowly walked
to the bed underneath Clyde’s. He climbed over the blankets. He curled up on
the blankets and put his pillow down.
It seemed Token and Clyde knew each other. He didn’t know how, and he wasn’t
going to ask either. Instead, he no longer cared.
“Just keep your head low and try your best to avoid any attention. You’ll get
by fine, Clyde.” Token continued. He stared at Clyde seriously into the eye,
and wiggled a finger at him.
Leopold knew he probably wasn’t talking to him, but he couldn’t help but take
it to his heart. He curled up, and gently ran a hand through his curls.He
gulped slightly, aware that even for 22 years old, he still looked no older
than a senior in high school. He had a pretty logical point there.
“Thanks. I’ll… keep that in mind,” Clyde said in a low tone of voice. He seemed
to be generally considering it too.
“If somebody does, you know, rape you. Just come to me,” He added.
Clyde puffed his cheeks out, and growled under his breathe. “Fuck that shit
man. If I get raped then it’s on them,” he said with a huff. He crossed his
arms over his chest.
Even Leopold was confused at that. His eyebrows pulled together, and his lips
settled into a confusing frown.
Token’s eyebrows raised high. “Wait. Are you saying you’re…” he trailed off.
Clyde didn’t reply. Instead he smirked to himself.
“Hey. Um. Leopold. Don’t sleep yet. You have to see Mackey in 20 minutes.” a
voice from the buck across from him called out in a low tone of voice. He let
out deep sigh, and turned the page of his books. “Fucking hate these
posers…newbies.”
Leopold stared at the wall. He laid on his side, and traced the small cracks in
the wall. He ran the tip of his finger along the tiny opening quietly. He
sighed softly under his breathe, and slowly sat up. His back ached and he
glanced around himself. He wanted to sleep. Sleep the day way so badly. A small
bead of sweat forming at the side of my forehead.
“Hey. How many gays are in this prison?” Clyde asked in curiosity. He glanced
over at his friend thoughtfully.
Token shrugged to himself. “If you think I’m the only gay thing in this place
you needs to get your head out of your ass and look the fuck around.” Token
said.
“Seriously?” Clyde asked. He sprung up into a sitting position again. His back
ached from how fast he moved. It was too damn much for him.
“Jesus Cries, boys got to get out frustration some way, and a hand gets lonely,
you fucking poser,” the man on the lower bunk groaned out. “You little ones
best watch out, they look for newbies like you, especially you blondie.”
“What exactly does he mean by that?” Clyde asked.
“Oh Jesus Christ, he just had to say that.” Token sighed. Rubbing his hands
along his face. “You really are a bull of sunshine, aren’t you?”
“Fuck off, you fuckin poser!” the man on the bed underneath huffed loudly.
Leopold listened to the obvious banter between the two. He listened as
occasionally Clyde added a few comments here and there.It was all overwhelming.
He really wished he didn’t have to go meet his counsellor now.
“Stotch.” a familiar feminine voice called out.
Leopold slowly got up from the bed. The guard definitely wasn’t Chef. Instead
it was one of the female guards he had seen earlier this day. He gulps, and
kept his head down. He avoided looking at any of the other men around. Annoying
laughter, and snarls, sneers, every kind of comments was flying through the
air.
“Keep up Stotch.” Miss Stevens called out over her shoulder. She brushed a
golden curl off his shoulder.
Leopold mutely nodded. He had to run after her.
For somebody not very tall, she had some long legs.
He almost tripped over his feet, but was able to keep his balance amazingly.
However it became a lot worse when somebody had decided to come and slap his
behind.
“Lovely ass blondie!” some guy whistled.
Leopold yelped in surprise. Having not expected it.
“Oi! Richen! Back the FUCK off!” Miss Stevens snarled at the inmate.
It was a lot different than before. Miss Stevens had been nice, so sweet but
now, it was like she hated everyone. The inmate stepped away and held his hands
up. A teasingly smile on his face.
“Do it again, Richen and see what will happen.” Miss Stevens swept her long
blonde hair back and marched on crossly. The blonde then turned to the small
male. She gestured him to come up to her.
“Don’t let those fuckers get to you. They’re just horny fucking dog.,” she
sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had stopped in front of a white
door.
“Anyway. Here’s Mr Mackey. You’ll be in there for quite a while. Once you’re
done, just follow everyone else to the cafeteria.” the woman said. She placed a
hand onto her hip. “It will be dinner time.”
Leopold nodded in response. He turned his head to look up at the door. Leopold
chewed on his bottom lip. Respect apparently wasn’t how to make friends here.
Leopold supposed that was something normal in the prison like this.
Miss Stevens shuffled him into the room. She frowned at her watch.
This room turned out to be an office similar to that of a principal’s or even a
manager’s. It was spacey but was surprisingly cluttered with junk and odd
assortments that appeared to be collections. A stamp collection, beetle
collection… there was even a lipstick collection, which was just plain weird
since the person behind the desk was an older man.
“I’m Mr. Mackey and I’ll be your counsellor for your time here, mmkay?” he
asked.
He stacked up papers in front of him. He turned and looked through the
different coloured folders. He looked confusingly to himself and scratched at
the back of his neck. Mackey did have a rather big head. It was very weird,
funny even to him but Leopold couldn’t laugh. Instead, he crushed his lips
together, and breatheed sharply through his nose.
“Now- Leopold, was it?” Mackey asked.
He found a file that was reasonably large, it was coloured white with a single
blue strap. Leopold had seen that file many times over. Throughout his life,
many counsellors had taken that same file out through his life.
He hated it. Hated that file with his whole being.
“Leopold, why are you here in prison?”” Mackey asked. He lifted his head after
reading a few pages.
Leopold kept his head down. He was playing with his fingers, tapping them
together in his lap. He curled up in the harden chair.
Mackey stared at him. He waited expertly before he frowned deeply. “Huh? That’s
strange. They didn’t mention anything about you not speaking?” he said
confusingly. He quickly returned to the file. He flipped many of the pages with
his eyebrows pulled together. His fingers running back and forth along the
pages.
“It says here you are excessive talkative, mmkay,” he muttered and rubbed his
chin.
“Mmkay. What would you like to be called? Mmkay? Stotch? Leopold? Leo? Some
people here have nicknames, Mmkay.”
Leopold shrugged. He looked up at the man through the bags of his messy blonde
hair.
Mackey noticed the younger man wasn’t going to say a word. Mackey turned to a
form and picked up a ball point pen from an array of different types. Different
pens, colours, shapes and inks. He sighed, and tapped his pen against his lips.
“Alright. Mmkay. I guess we can finish a bit early today. Mmkay. Perhaps you’ll
be more talkative tomorrow, once you’ve settled in. Mmkay,” he said, scribbling
across the form.
“I know St. Andrew Park is a lot scarier than St. Mary Cross. You’ll adapt
eventually. Mmkay.” He said.
Leopold twitched. He pressed his lips together. Leopold shrugged once more. It
wasn’t different. It was the same, only St. Andrew Park had normal human like
noises while the other didn’t. He lowered his head, and held it between his
knees. He sighed sharply.
He didn’t care.
He just wanted to leave.
It’s no different. It’s no different. It’s the same.
“Mmkay.”
“Alright. Then that’s all. If you need anything Leopold. Come and see me,
Mmkay.” He said.
“The guards are well aware of your situation, and have been briefed on you.
Mmkay. Take your medicine, and stick to our rules. Everything will be fine,
mmkay.” he said. Mackey got to his feet. He gently took the small blonde’s
shoulder.
“Mmkay, I’ll give you some forms for them and after you they’re filled out I’ll
give you a PAC number. You can call your family during phone hours and discuss
visitation with them then.” Mackey added.
Leopold stood up briskly. He didn’t care. He wasn’t going to call his family.
Ever!
Mackey’s dim blue eyes stared down at the messy stack of papers in his arms. He
stared silently as he rifling through them before handing him some.
Leopold avoided looking at Mackey. At least now he had something to pass the
time with, maybe. He took the papers, and scanned through them. He kept his
lips together. Why would he do that? He doesn’t want to see his ‘family’ or his
‘parents’ anymore. He wants nothing to do with them anymore.
“Now.” Mackey continued. “This prison isn’t terrible. Like I stated the guards
will be keeping a special eye on you, so nothing much will be happening to you.
Especially when the inmates start to notice. They’ll probably start making up
stories and rumours, mmkay, don’t let them get to you.”
Mackey then walked to the door, and held it open for the blonde. “Mmkay. Don’t
worry too much. Mmkay. Things like gang rape hardly happens here. Mmkay.
Robbing will probably be the only thing to happen. Mmkay. Some men might try to
move in on you from time to time, mmkay. Some inmates might try to use you as a
punching bag, or might try to rape you in the showers.”
“Try your best not to let them, mmkay?”
“The guards will usually catch most of it, but we can’t prevent everything.
STDs are a huge issue in prison. There is protection readily available in the
bathrooms. Your health is our number one priority, mmkay? Don’t forget that.”
Mackey finally finished.
Leopold tried not to let it show, but he was a little annoyed. Instead, he
nodded and finally walked through the door. He walked out into the corridor. He
wasn’t hungry, at all and he wondered if he could just go straight to his
temporary dorm to sleep the rest of the day away. He is sure that if he had
brought it up to Mackey, he would have called a guard to take him back.
Everyone else was buzzing with hunger. Eagerly running to the cafeteria like
little kids.
….They had much more freedom then….St Mary Cross…
The weight of the conversation sat upon his shoulders heavily. He did notice
however St. Andrew Park had a little more space than St. Mary Cross. In his
opinion, it should have been the other way around but who was he to complain.
Leopold inhaled sharply. He ran a hand through his hair, and tugged on the
bright orange shirt he wore. He wouldn’t deny it, he was a little envy of the
more light blue or brown clothes the other inmates was wearing. He wondered
when he would be able to dress in that fashion too, it was a lot better than
St. Mary Cross he supposed.
Leopold lowered his head and avoided looking at anybody.
He decided to shovel along. Leopold followed the other inmates down the
hallway. He curled his arms tightly in front of him, twisting his hands around
one another and clenching them tightly in front of his lap. He reached the
cafeteria. Leopold glanced around himself. His eyes mutely traveling along the
large hall. So many men, of all sizes and shapes rushed around. He grabbed a
tray of what he assumed was food. He isn’t going to lie. He was shocked to see
other fellow inmates working the kitchen.
The small blonde thought about skipping dinner….he felt nothing in his stomach.
It was numb, and he really couldn’t bear the thought of putting anything in his
mouth. However he realized he had to eat. He couldn’t just stand there. Not
since he had his medicine a little under two hours ago.
He had to eat after it eventually….or he would become sick…well sicker.  
A soft sigh escaped his lips. He slowly walked up the line. He shuffled through
the line of dirty, smelly and sweaty men. He kept his head down. He was careful
not to meet anybodies eyes. Leopold fingers tightened around his tray. Even
when he came to stand in front of one of the inmates serving food.
He didn’t look. He waited for the food – something that looked like spaghetti?
He wasn’t sure. There was noodles with other things but they didn’t look like
much. Leopold quickly left the line before anybody could growl at him.
Just keep walking, Leopold.He kept chanting over and over in his head.
Leopold glanced up weakly. His lips locked together. He wondered if this what
it felt like to be in high school. Everyone seemed to be in clans, or groups.
Considering he never went to school…he didn’t get to experience things like
this before.
Leopold had no idea how long he was standing there…He must have looked like
some kind of Muppet. He wouldn’t be surprised if somebody shiv him just for
standing in the same spot to long. His eyes scanned the room to himself.
Leopold noted to himself, he only knew three people so fair.
Well four, but one of them didn’t count.
Token Black, Clyde Donovan and Stan Marsh.
He tried to spot any of them. His eyes flickered upon seeing the brunette. He
looked rather anxious as he sat at a table by himself. He looked like he wanted
to jump out of his skin and run. Run for the hills with his tail between his
legs. Leopold shrugged and walked directly up to the table. He stood in front
of the man, and waited for him to look up.
Leopold frowned. He felt the urge to talk, but fought against it. He really-
really wanted to. So badly, but he held it back.
“Oh! Oh!” Clyde yelped.
After ten full minutes. He noticed the small blonde. His eyes large and almost
childlike. It was pretty weird.
“Hi Leopold!”
Leopold blinked once and then twice. He nodded to him. He gestured to the
chair.
Clyde glanced at the metal bench like stall and nodded furiously. “Yes! Sure.
Go ahead!”
“Finally. I was starting to worry for him, looking like a lost bunny in a filed
filled with wolves.” a familiar voice commented out from behind Leopold.
Clyde grinned like it was Christmas. He watched as the rather friendly looking
male came to sit across from him. “Stan Marsh, holy shit! It really is you!” he
yelped.
The raven haired man smiled in return and nodded. “Yeah, and you are?” he asked
in confusion. He didn’t recognize the guy.
“Oh! Clyde! Clyde Donovan. Remember? We grow up on the same block. Um. Token
Black is here too. The rich kid,” Clyde excitedly spoke. He almost seemed to be
bouncing on the bench.
“I share a dorm with Leopold.” Clyde explained almost giddy like. It was almost
disturbing.
Leopold shrugged to him, and sat down at the space next to Stan. He didn’t pay
much attention to the conversation. Instead he paid more attention onto the
strange looking spaghetti, slowly twirling it around his fork. He played with
the food more than putting it into his mouth. His ears was starting to hurt
from the buzzing noise. It was weird, and strange. That was true. How they knew
each other, but who was he to complain?
Must be nice to have friends here…The small blonde jumped when the table shook.
It trembled from another tray slamming across from him. Leopold’s head snapped
up, and looked around wildly.
“Jess sorry Leopold,” Token said. He grinned widely and sat down next to Clyde.
Leaning into him a little too much, but it didn’t seem like Clyde minded much.
Leopold blinked a little, and slowly nodded his head. He shifted on the bench.
He really didn’t want to eat. Instead, he forced a little of the spaghetti into
his mouth. His stomach clenched. His nose flared but he forced it down his
throat.
“Still not talking, huh?” Stan said kindly.He smiled friendly at the small
blonde, and leant a little close to him. The swelling on his left cheek had
gone down, but it had a brownish huge to it.
Leopold looked at him, and shrugged.
Stan hummed and leant back. “You remind me of a friend of mine.” He said.
Leopold stared. He wondered who this ‘friend’ was?
A awe smile appeared across his face. Like he was remembering a precious
memory. “He’s like a switch. There are days when he would talk on end, and then
there was days when he wouldn’t.” he sound with a smile. He seemed to truly
care about this friend.
Leopold stared at him in surprise.
Stan really was a nice guy. A friendly guy. How can anybody so sore at him?
“I wonder if he’s still here actually.” Stan added as an afterthought.    
“You aren’t talking about little old me, are you?”
Stan gapped a little, and spun on the chair. “Holy Shit!” he gasped out. His
sweet voice slightly high pitched. He smiled widely and reached a hand out. He
twisted his hand, and slapped it against another hand.
Leopold slowly turned his head. He followed Stan’s midnight sleeve up to a
white sleeve. His eyes traveling along the arm up to a body. His breathe became
trapped in his throat, and he shuddered a little.
He was blonde, young, and had a wolf shit eating grin on his face. His face was
lean and strong, and his clothes seemed too baggy for him, despite seeming to
be the smallest size. That being said, his clothes had been ripped and turn in
spots and then sowed back together again. Ocean blue eyes were piercing and his
dirty blonde hair was just past his ears and shaggy. The curls was stuck in all
directions, and seemed the shimmer from the sunlight. However it  had a rough,
attractive way to it. His eyes seemed weathered, like he had seen and been
through a lot. His skin was pale, white as if he doesn’t go out in the sun
often. A few smaller cuts and scars was present on his chin and Leopold could
see a few across his hands. His knuckles was ripped up .
He had been in a few fights before. Maybe more than a few.
“Great to see you again.” the shaggy blonde said with a cheery chuckle.
He clocked his head to the side and smirked. “That looks nasty. Did he do
that?” he asked.
Stan frowned. Dare Leopold say it, did he pout?
He huffed, and tried to push a loose midnight curl out of his face. Slowly he
covered the forming bruise on his cheek. “Yeah. I guess I deserved it, huh?”
Stan muttered.
The shaggy haired boy bounced his eyebrows. “Yeah. Guess so.” he added.
Suddenly his eyes flickered to poor Leopold. Dark piercing gorgeous blue eyes
stared down at Leopold. A fascinating glint appeared into them. His lips pulled
into a wolfish grin.
“And who’s your new friend? Is he your new Pag? Your new bobo?” he asked. The
man’s voice was thick in a smug like tone of voice. “Damn Stanley, you work
fast.” He added teasingly.
“Oh my god. Shut up. No. He’s a friend, a new inmate!” Stan snorted loudly and
rolled his eyes. He didn’t look offend by the shaggy blonde man.
Stan noticed Leopold’s uncomfortable shifting. He placed a hand onto his
shoulder. Stan smiled comfortingly at Leopold. “That’s Kenny McCormick. He is
pretty much a dick. Don’t believe a word he ever says. He is the devil reborn.”
Stan explained. Stan’s voice held a teasing quiver.
“Aww. Stanley! You’re wounding me!” Kenny teasingly said.
Stan smirked. He flipped the blonde off. “Kenny is anything but an ‘angel’. He
is always being sent to solitary but he always finds ways of escaping.
Frequently. He just… disappears sometimes. And then weeks later he’ll come
back.” Stan said smugly.
“So you can see. He isn’t human.” He added.
Kenny snorted. “Hey. I was just teasing out the St. Andrews Park’s security!”
he defeated himself. Or at least tried too with a straight face…
Stan turned back to look at his friend. His lips pulled into an amused smile.
“That’s all?”
Kenny let out a deep ‘hmm’. It was like he was seriously thinking about it. His
head clocked to the side while he thought. Kenny grinned.
“You also forgot I have a fine ass, and I’m drop down sexy as fuck.” he winked
at Leopold.
Leopold felt his cheeks darken a little.
“Whatever Kenny.” Stan snorted and rolled his eyes. “This is Leopold Stotch. He
doesn’t talk, so don’t expect him.”
Token hummed. “Like you blondie.”
“Holy shit!” Kenny let out. His jaw all but dropped as he stared at the two
sitting at the table. “Never thought in a million years you of all people would
end up here. Maybe Clyde, but not you Token!”
“Hey!” Clyde cried.
Token rolled his eyes, and shrugged. “Yeah, well shit happens.”
“Shit happens,” Kenny nodded in agreement.
Kenny then smirked widely, and throw himself into the space next to Leopold.
The action made the smaller blonde jump, and bounce upon the space.
Even if Leopold could speak, he would have been speechless in his deep, dark
blue gaze.
The shaggy blonde was staring at him. He is gazing at him with half-lidded
eyes. It made him feel nervous. His stomach flipping. He tried to focus fully
on his meal, but it was difficult to eat when somebody was watching him.
“Kenny.” Token began.He looked up, and flicked a small ball of bread at him. It
bounced against Kenny’s small button up nose. “Stop being such a nerd.” He
said.
Kenny didn’t even look fazed. He didn’t even move. He just sat there still,
without moving his gaze from Leopold’s face. “Sh. I’m analysing the newbie.” he
said in a soft tone of voice.
Stan snorted loudly. His nose flared as he munched on the spaghetti. “Stop
being a creep Kenny.” He said.
“Who are you, Newbie?” Kenny spoke and his lips twisted into a grin. His voice
velvety and tranquil. He didn’t seem as scary as Leopold originally thought,
his syrupy voice seemed to calm Leopold down and made him feel even more self-
aware than before.
Leopold slowly turned his eyes over to Kenny. Finally meeting Kenny in the eye,
and as soon as they locked eyes, Kenny let out a soft sound. He seemed that he
got what he was looking for within five seconds. It left Leopold confused. His
eyebrows pulled together, and he tilted his head.
“You aren’t eating?” Clyde asked. He lifted his gaze to the shaggy blonde.
Kenny sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He shrugged.
“Are you two together now, or something?” he asked. He leant forward to look at
his two old friends. “You guys was always strange back in school.”
“Strange? Us, bullshit Kenny. You was always the one doing messed up shit.”
Token rolled his eyes. He let out a small chuckle. He ran his hand smoothly
along the hairless skin of his head.
Kenny shrugged. “Meh. That’s all behind me now” he explained. He glanced
between the two. He noticed how close the two men were. It was exactly the same
of when they all were younger.
“Well you know Token. He’s my bobo.” Clyde smiled brightly. He swung an arm
around Token’s shoulders.
“Fuck off.” Token grumbled in return. He shrugged Clyde’s arm off.
Kenny laughed. And shook his head. He shrugged to himself, and stood.
“I aren’t hungry.”
Stan stared at him as if Kenny had grown another head.“Seriously? You’re always
hungry! It’s like your stomach is a black pit.” He said.
“I’m feeling rather special today.” Kenny chuckled. “So guys, I’m reminding you
that tomorrow morning at 8:30 you have orientation. So wake up before that if
you want to shower and have a breakfast.” He added.
Stan thought to himself before nodding in agreement. He stood up anyway. “Also,
after you get back from orientation, your new dorm rooms will be posted on your
door here. Breakfast will start at seven and end at nine, but unlike other
meals, you can leave breakfast at any time.” Stan looked away and cracked a
secretive grin.
He turned his dark blue eyes up to Kenny. “Unless it’s changed since the last
time I was here.” He asked.
“Nope. That seems about right.” Kenny said, nodding his head. “Also. Chef will
be giving you newbies a toothbrush, toothpaste, and some deodorant. Normally
guards don’t give this stuff to you, but Chef is one of the good guys.”
“So if you rat me out, I’ll shoot you right in the balls.” Chef voice suddenly
popped up behind them. He loomed over them, casting a shadow.
Kenny grinned, and leant down to Leopold. “He’s serious you know. He really did
shoot some poor man in the balls last year for ratting him out.” he said with a
teasingly wink.
Leopold’s eyes widens so much that they looked like they was about to pop out.
He pressed his lips firmly together. A cold shiver ran down his spine.
“Alright. Everyone time to pack it in.” Chef said.
Everyone within a split second started to pack up.
Leopold wasn’t stupid. He could tell the guard had come for him. To take him
back to his room. Just as Mackey had said.He was being watched or taken care
of, or whatever. Leopold shrugged to himself, and stood. He had only eaten a
little, and didn’t want to eat anymore. Leopold was unaware he was being
watched by the other blonde. The shaggy haired blonde gazed after him in
silent.
Kenny took in his form mutely. Kenny tilted his head silently, and finally
turned away. He shrugged to himself and followed the other inmates down the
corridor.
Chef patted him on the shoulder. He smiled wistfully at him.
“Alright son. Follow me then,” he said deeply.
Leopold blinked a little, and followed after him. He ran a little to catch up
the guard. Nobody paid much attention to him, probably because this was Chef.
The guard that apparently everyone liked. Said guard kept greeting every inmate
they passed.
Everyone loved him. Leopold realized.
“Alrightie. Have a nice night everyone,” Chef said. He pushed Leopold into the
dorm. And with that, he was gone.
Leopold glanced down at the small see through bag within his hands. Toothbrush,
paste, deodorant and a bottle of water. His lips twitched, and he turned back
in crawl into his bed. He curled up underneath the blankets. He pulled at them
to keep himself warm enough. It was colder. He decided.
He didn’t know what to do with the bag, so instead hid it under his shirt. He
pressed it against his stomach, and hummed so under his breathe.
“You alright there Leo?” Clyde asked from above him.
Leopold just tapped on the metal in return. He only heard the brunette snicker
in reply. He kicked his legs out childishly in front of himself and mulled
everything over. He had moved from St. Mary Cross to St. Andrew Park. It had
been a rather quick, and overwhelming change. It left his head spinning, and
felt dizzy.
A lot had happened today. This place was so real, so depressing it was an
undeniably hard adjustment. He didn’t know how to handle this. It was
overwhelming. Leopold thought he might have thrown up, but his throat burned.
Instead, he inhaled sharply and licked his lips tiredly.
Leopold woke up the next morning in one of the worst moods of his life.. He had
stayed up half the night, finally breaking down a little while after lights
out. He might have cried into his pillow, if it had been years before St. Mary
Cross. However, his eyes had dried up.
Dried up a long time ago...All he had was a dried up soul.
Leopold closed his eyes. He tried to ignore them...
Ignore the screaming from his past.
Chapter End Notes
     Next chapter will have more Kyle! Craig and Tweek! Do not worry!
     Anybody got any idea what's up with Butters? Hehe~
     Hi everyone XD So this was something I wanted to post for awhile now.
     Please note that this is un-beta-ed
***** Lovers Fight *****
Chapter Notes
     Yay! Second chapter!
     I will be updating this quickly because like I said, it is already
     fully written out. I'm just editing it!
     Thank you to all the people who read the first chapter!
     I hope you enjoy this chapter too!
     In-beted! I did my best! I hope you like it!
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The next morning. Leopold awake.
His body burned. Ached. His nose was raw with snot. His eyes burned. Hot and
itchy. Every muscle in his body was aching from the stiff but lumpy mattress.
Leopold had awoken early. Like he always had. It was only confirmed that he had
awaken up earlier like normally as everyone else was still asleep. He laid
still on the bed. He stared up at nothing in particular. His head was heavy.
His ears buzzed a little.
Carefully, Leopold sat up. He rubbed the back of his neck and then straightened
his back. His supplies was between his legs, having slide down his stomach
during the night. It had been two days since he had come to St Andrews Park.
Two days. This meant he would get a brand new roommate. He hoped his new
roommate wouldn’t be the type to jump him during the night. Leopold bitten his
bottom lip. He doesn’t want to be raped during the night again.
He stretched his legs out. He pushed himself up, and gripped the plastic see-
through bag between his hands tightly. Leopold tiredly shuffled his way to the
showers as soon as he was able to. He glanced briefly up at the clock above the
door, but he didn’t pay any attention to it. He was just grateful that he had
learnt to wake up before anybody else.
He was an early riser after all. That helped a lot…
Leopold followed the other few early risers. He wrinkled his nose at the
condition of the cold tiles around him. He looked at the stained floors. He
swallowed hard and looked around him at the long line of shower heads. All
stacked up perfectly, and outlined a massive square. Leopold turned the one
closest to the corner on the highest it could go. He hoped it would, somehow
sanitize the floor slightly by scalding any germs.
His body twitched with nerves and undressed. He was glad there was only one
other person showering at this time, and older inmate in the opposite corner
from him humming gruffly. His heart skipped a beat. He worriedly glanced at the
man. He then shook his head.
One person back at St. Mary Cross had given him some kind of advice: Get up as
early as you can. If you can’t - do not drop the soap. Leopold had trained his
body to follow the first rule. He made sure to wake up as early as possible.
…And so, there he was.
Leopold shrugged to himself. He turned the shower handle. Leopold almost
screamed when the hot water hit his skin. He was used to have boiling hot
showers, and liked the feeling. However sometimes it did hurt more then he’d
like. Leopold didn’t want to use up all the hot water and then be beaten up
because of it. So he turned to heat down with a shaky hand.
It did feel good…
Leopold held his shaky pale arms up. He looked at the splotches appeared across
his arms and chest. He hoped he hadn’t actually burnt himself on his this
morning. Not again…like he did his first morning. He used the bar of soap he
was given to scrub his body. Leopold ran his fingers through his hair. He
caressed the tender skin of his head.
Leopold then washed his face. He scrubbed his face until it felt numb. He
moaned lowly, and wondered what would happen today? He had been pretty good at
avoiding scary looking inmates. Leopold ran his fingers along his cheeks. He
slide his arms out in front of him, to look at his white flesh. His eyes
immediately zoned down on the faded but still visible red lines on both wrists.
His lips grimaced, especially as his eyes flickered down to look at the
matching red lines on his ankles.
He tried not to think about that…that time…If Leopold had grown up like normal
boys had, he might have hated himself and his looks. Having not grown much from
the young age, and being rather girlish in looks. He probably would have been
beaten, and harassed for his looks. But he didn’t. He didn’t grow up like other
boys.
Leopold placed his supplies back in their designated place in his dorm before
sitting on his bed. He crossed his legs and sniffed. He rubbed the white sleeve
of the shirt against his face. His hair had dried quickly, as normally. His
small toes curled together, and he chewed his bottom lip until it was raw. He
pressed his fingers against the places where his scars were. He was glad he was
able to hide them rather well.
Other inmates would have important, precious objects to bring with them.
Leopold did not have anything like that. Leopold didn’t want anything either.
He had nobody to care about anymore. Breakfast was like dinner yesterday.
However not many inmates were up yet. It made him anxious as he walked into the
hall. He breathed deeply. There was no line, as only five or six inmates was
up. With a small shrug, he walked up and easily took his food. His hands shook,
as he glanced up at briefly at the server.
He would have laughed, if it wasn’t for the tattoos littering his face. The man
looked as if he was about to fall asleep while handing out, what was it? Eggs?
Scrambled eggs? Leopold wasn’t sure. Instead he decided not question it and
took the tray.
Leopold choose the same table of last night. Leopold settled down and once
again barely touched the eggs. The table shook. Leopold snapped his head around
in fear. However it melted away within seconds upon seeing the familiar guy.
A friendly grin, and a wink. “An early riser too?” Kenny happily said.
Leopold blinked once again. Mutely staring at Kenny as he sat down. This time
he had a tray of scrambled eggs too.
“So Stanley said your name is Leopold Scotch? As in, the candy?” Kenny asked.
His voice was a warm tone of voice. His eyes sparkled with something similar to
understanding, and yet comfort. He reached over to the small blonde, and gently
brushed his shoulders against Leopold.
Leopold’s lips twitched. He wanted to talk to the other blonde a lot, he didn’t
know why, but he held it back like he always did.
Kenny frowned to himself. He shook his head, and looked back at the scrambled
eggs. He spooned some into his mouth. “I was kidding. I know your name is
Stotch…but, you look like a butterscotch. If your name was Butters, it would be
an awesome pun.” he said with a grin. He leant into Leopold’s face. He was
searching for something…anything.
Leopold’s eyes flickered. He smiles a little at that, and turned away. He
realized…. Kenny was trying to make him talk. He wantedhim to talk to him.
“Ha. You smiled! Point Kenny!” the shaggy blonde haired man grinned with a
mouth full of egg. “You know, you hair is all bright, honey, silky and blonde
and whatnot. It suits you. My little Buttercup! Butterscotch.” He added.
Kenny leant against him. He pressed his shoulder against Leopold’s much smaller
one, and when he didn’t move away, Kenny smiled in victory. “You don’t mind do
you? Butters?” he cheerfully said.
Leopold pouts thoughtfully, and shifted on the spot. He shook his head slowly
to himself, but eventually nodded to him.
“Alright! Butters!” Kenny cheered happily.
“What’s Butters?” Stan asked. Stan sat across from Butters. He clocked his head
to the side.
Leopold’s eyes raised upon seeing him. He wondered who else would be waking up
early. He licked his lips, and reached for his Apple juice.
Kenny grinned brightly, and nodded to the blonde next to him. “Butters, this is
Stanley.” He said.
Said raven haired man rolled his eyes, but looked over him. “Butters huh. You
let Kenny give you nickname? You shouldn’t. It’ll stick you know. Chef, Baba,
and many others got nicknames from Kenny, and they’ve all stuck like clue.” He
snorted.
“Hey. Don’t be so jealous of my smartness,” Kenny smirked at the dark haired
boy.
Stan snorted and spooned a rather large mouth of eggs. He hummed to himself. “I
have to admit. Scrambled eggs is my favourite.”
“Let me guess. You’ve got orange juice too, right?” Kenny said loudly. His
voice bounced off the walls as he spoke.
Stan’s eyes widens, and his head snapped side to side. Like he was searching
for something, before he swung his head back around to look at the shaggy
haired blonde/
“Kenny!” he hissed.
Kenny grinned and swung his legs back and forth. Obviously ‘orange juice’ meant
something else to the raven and honestly, Leopold was curious as to what it
was. He nipped at the food once again. His nose twitched a little.
“But seriously man. Why’d you come back for?” Kenny asked in a soft tone of
voice. He leant over the table, and spoke in a whisper of like voice. “Like how
stupid can you get. You was out man. Why’d you throw it away?” he said.
Leopold looked at Stan. So his suspicion really was confirmed then.
Stan had served time before, and had come back.
From the looks of it, Kenny was not pleased. It was then that the small blonde
recalled the messy red haired boy from yesterday. The short man that had come
charging up to them, and slapped Stan so hard that his cheek bruised. They knew
each other. Right?
Stan sighed and lowered his head. He pulled at his dark curls a little. “I
know. I know. Look man, I had to come back. He…He wasn’t writing me back, and
you know I hate it when he ignores me,” he muttered softly.
Leopold’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. It sound much like a relationship.
Holy Shit! Leopold realized, it clicked in his brain.
Stan must have come back for his boyfriend, or something. Parentally, he hadn’t
been replying to him or something.
“Gzzz you guys…” Kenny sighed and shook his head furiously. “You’re like the
couple you’d see in a soap show, you know that?”
Stan groaned loudly. “Kenny. Please, I tried to find him yesterday. But he’s
avoiding me.”
“Doesn’t look like it. ” Kenny snorted, and leant over to flick the nasty
bruise.
Leopold nodded his head a little to himself.
That explains it. He realized. The short ginger haired man from yesterday had
been Stan’s boyfriend, maybe. Kenny had confirmed it, they were a couple. He
wondered who the small man was.
“I’m serious Kenny. I can’t take it when he ignores me.” Stan huffed. Stan
slapped Kenny’s hand away. He sighed to himself, and shook his head.
Leopold had to wonder to himself. Just what Stan did to get thrown back in here
in the first place? Whoever that guy from yesterday was, must have meant a lot
to him.
Kenny just shrugged. “Sorry man. Can’t help you.” he in a whisper.
More inmates began to fill into the hall.
Stan groaned to himself. “I hope he won’t ignore me forever.” he said.
“Maybe you should, you know, force some Marsh loving,” Kenny grinned widely,
and winked teasingly at him.
Face becoming red. Stan shook his head. He turned away from his friend. “Force
some Marsh loving, yeah right. Like he’ll accept that,” he huffed.
Stan scooped more scrambled egg into his mouth. “So. How are you settling in
Butters,” Stan said. He turned his attention from his perverted friend to the
new comer. He gazed at the small blonde, looking rather down after his
conversation with Kenny.
Leopold had to admit, whoever this ginger haired man was, he was pretty lucky
to have somebody like Stan.
He wondered why he was so sore at Stan. Stan was a rather alright type of guy.
He wondered why he got thrown into prison in the first place. Stan seemed like
such a friendly type of guy. He was so gentle, and kind. Friendly. It was
strange. To see him sitting happy, and bubbly. He bounced up and down on the
spot.
Leopold shrugged. His lips twitched, and shook his head. Guess the nickname is
going to stick. People are going to call him ‘Butters’ for now on.
Well shit.
“Still not talking, then?” Stan asked, and sent a friendly smile towards him.
Kenny grinned brightly, and throw an arm around the smaller blonde’s shoulder.
He pulled him into his side. “We’re bonding pretty well. I’m more than certain
I’ll have Buttercup talking by the end of the day!” he said almost too
gleefully.
“Oh yeah? I’ll take that bet then, Kenny,” Stan smirked.
It was a little weird to see a smirk on his face.
Kenny snorted, and reached across the table. “Alright! I want your desert for a
week straight! I would say two, but I’m not that heartless,” he shrugged, with
his eyebrows bouncing.
“And if I win?” Stan said. His kind voice hitched with a teasingly pitch.
The shaggy blonde tilted his head thoughtfully. His dark blue eyes looked down
at his plate of scrambled egg, and he grinned.
“My breakfast for the week? Extra egg?” he said. Kenny gestured to the beaten
up metal tray half filled with the scrambled egg.
Automatically, Stan perked up and his eyes glanced down to look at his
breakfast. He loved scrambled eggs, even the badly made kind. It has always
been his favourite. His lips pulled into a large smile. He could do with more
than one small serving of scrambled eggs.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Kenny-boy.” he said and grabbed onto his hand.
Both made a teasing and mockery hand shake.
Leopold just stared at the two. It’s been one day.
One day at St. Andrew Park, and already he has found himself in some kind of
messed up thing.
Whatever it is, Leopold had no idea but he had a feeling he hadn’t even met the
ones to look out for.
It was different. But at the same time, it was the same. Leopold let out a
small sigh. He had something called an orientation to go to soon.
As well as going to sit with Mr. Mackey again. He wasn’t sure if he could sit
through the big headed man’s rather annoying speech again.
About being safe, and shit. He already had this file, why does it matter if
Leopold talked about it or not.
Why should he have to talk about it anyway?
Leopold played with eggs.
Leopold glanced at the inmates as they came in.
He suddenly jumped when fingers pinched his chin, and his head was turned away
from the trail of sweaty men.
Leopold furiously as he found himself looking into piercing dark blue eyes.
“Listen Butters.” Kenny began.
He pulled him slightly closer, so close their noses almost touching.
“We’re not all nice, Buttercup. You’ve got to watch yourself.” He said.
Stan swallowed a mouthful of scrambled egg, and whipped his mouth of the back
of his hand.
“Kenny’s right Butters. People are going to be after you, especially since you
look like a teddy bear.” he agreed.
Kenny nodded in agreement.
“You’re going to have to watch your ass. Many other men will be wanting it.
You’re small, vulnerable, and soft like a girl. People, real nasty people, will
start noticing you. So unless you want to become some burly guy with a neck
tattoo’s bitch, you better watch your back.” He offered.
“Prison’s no game. It’s dangerous.” Stan added before frowning. “How long are
you going to be holding his chin like that?”
The shaggy blonde haired male stared into Leopold’s eyes. His eyes flickered
with darkness, seeming to be searching for something and when he didn’t find
it, his eyebrows pulled together confusingly.
Leopold had listened to everything the two males had said.
Truthfully he was scared about, but at the same time not.
St. Andrew Park is a prison.
It holds the most dangerous men in the world, but it was not St. Mary Cross. He
couldn’t find it in himself to be afraid when he had been in a place like St.
Mary Cross.
Kenny eventually shook his head. He seemed to discard whatever appeared in his
mind, before finally dropping his hand. His lips twisted into a crooked frown.
His nose twitched a little. He eventually shook his head, and turned back to
look his tray.
“You know something, you’re weird Buttercup,” Kenny said thoughtfully.
Leopold shrugged and decided to keep his head down for the rest of the morning.
He avoided looking at the inmates.
He wondered about Kenny and Stan’s words. He let them run through his brain
thoughtfully. He had seen some shit, some crazy things and frankly that sound
like cotton candy compared to what he’s seen.
His skin twitched, and itched as the past ran through his middle eye. He had
seen, and met some fucked up people.
Eventually, he had to go to the orientation. Leopold had never been to an
orientation before, and truthfully, he found himself becoming giddy with it. He
wondered what it was, and what it would be like. He shivered a little, and
wiggled his weight on his feet.
Baba, Miss Stevens, had to come to get him. She had subtle stood by the
cafeteria double doors. Leopold had seen her within a few seconds.
He shook his head, and looked at the barely eaten scrambled eggs still on his
tray. He should have eaten more, but he was still adapting.
“You should have eaten your breakfast.”
Miss Stevens had spoken when he finally stepped into the hallway. She pushed
her curls off her shoulder, and begun to lead him to the mass hall where the
orientation is held.
Leopold kept his head down. He shrugged in return.
The orientation was boring. Leopold realized it was more like one of the
drowning assemblies. It was a rather annoying, and draining thing. He felt like
he was going to sleep any moment.
There was two woman. Both beautiful. Leopold didn’t recognize the two of them.
However it seemed they ran this place. Or at least the curly blonde woman did,
who looked awfully like Baba. To him anyway.
She was much older than any other woman. Leopold frowned to himself, why was
there so many females running a prison like this?
The woman had blazing green eyes that was sharp, and glared at many of the
inmates.
The Warden of the Prison. It was her prison, and it seemed many men was
terrified of her. It made him wonder just what she could and can do that
terrified the inmates.
She walked with her head high, her boots clicking along the tiles as she stared
everyone down.
‘Principal Victoria’ is what everyone seemed to be calling her. Leopold had no
idea what her real name was, nor did it seem like the woman cared what they
called her.
The CO was pure gorgeous, but she had a scary shrilly voice. She was just as
tall as Principal Victoria, with long curls of midnight. She had glowing brown
eyes, with cherry lips. She had an acid like voice. Principal Victoria had a
kind of soft edge to her, while her CO, and was pure terrifying.
Leopold had learnt. He had learnt not to do anything that would bring him in
front of either women. He supposed, women can be a lot more dangerous than men.
Women schemed, and knew how to twist the poison knife so it leaves ever lasting
effects.
Other than seeing the two females, and learning they ran St. Andrew Park.
Orientation had been rather boring, as he expected.
They talked about rules, health safety and other things he knew like the back
of his head. The only thing Leopold really found to be a little exciting, was
when the raven haired beauty spoke about a screwdriver that had been stolen and
then used to kill somebody.
Apparently some inmate thought it was funny to shove it up their ass.
“Are you religious?” Chef asked.
He looked down at the blonde at his side.
Once again, the guard had come to find him right after the orientation. Leopold
not going to lie, he might have dozed of a little.
However he was thankful when the guard appeared. The small blonde had indeed
noticed a rather scary looking inmate giving him the eye, but as soon as Chef
appeared, the inmate scattered off.
Thank god.
Leopold shook his head. He didn’t like thinking about it. Religion and shit.
Especially considering how religious his family had been.
His parents had been catholic, and thinking about it brought horrible memories
around.
Things he’d rather not think about.
“Really? You seem like the type,” Chef muttered in amusement.
He glanced down at the short blonde, watching him mutely.
Leopold pouts to himself. He had to have read his file already, right? Maybe.
Leopold didn’t know if guards could read files.
Well, his must have been classified considering the shit within it. Perhaps the
guards hadn’t read it.
He didn’t know how this worked.
“Well, you know, if you change your mind. There’s a chapel here, you have to
accommodate all religions you know. St. Andrew Park has one that makes you feel
better.” Chef said with a shrug.
“I know the first week is the hardest.”
That confirmed it.
Leopold decided.
Chef had not read his file.
He did not know about St. Mary Cross. Which might have been a good thing,
actually. Mackey seemed to know, or read a damped down version of it.
Leopold doubted they would want anybody to know the truth. Instead, he
shrugged. Apparently everything is rough in this world.
Chef turned his head. He noticed Leopold was glancing at the inmates they
passed.
He mistaken fascination with fear, and tried to comfort the short boy.
“Don’t worry about it. You become old new real fast after three months. We get
new inmates around that time,” he said.
Leopold spun his head around to look up at the guard. His eyebrows raised to
his hair line.
That fast? It’s a lot faster than at St. Mary Cross. Normally it’s eight
months, sometimes longer.
He shrugged again.
Chef frowned, and rubbed the back of his neck.
“You know Stotch. You’re a pretty strange inmate,” he chuckled.
The pair finally came to a stop.
“You have a meeting with Mackey now. Afterwards, report to Miss Hopster for
your new room assignments.” Chef said.
Leopold frowned in confusion. Who was Miss Hopster?
Chef seemed to have read his mind, and chuckled under his breathe.
“McCormick nicknamed her Red. You should remember her from yesterday. She did
the drug checks.” he said and placed his hands onto his hips.
The crimson haired woman. The one that had asked to bend over, and cough.
Leopold remembered the woman had actually found a plastic bag with drugs in it
during the inspection.
She was terrifying, with a loud voice that had almost made him shit himself.
Lips forming an ‘O’ shape, Leopold nodded and turned away.
So the scary woman’s name is Miss Hopster, but nicknamed Red. He guessed
everyone was calling her Red, if Kenny really had nicknamed her.
With that said, Leopold turned around and pushed the door open. He entered the
familiar office. Not much had changed since yesterday.
Mackey had since got a brand new collection of coins on the back shelve.
Leopold stared at the shelve silently.
It seemed Mackey have problems and issues.
Once again, Leopold stepped in front of the desk. Or what was left of a desk,
and slowly lowered himself into the plastic chair with the white cushion.
He tried not to think about how many other people had placed their behinds on
this cushion.
“Mmkay.”
Mackey hummed under his breathe.
He moved the papers across the little space he had of his desk. He was looking
for something, and when he found it, he let out a sound from the back of his
throat.
Mackey lifted his large head to look at the small male in front of him, and a
strange smile appeared across his lips.
“Leopold. You look well.” he said. “Mmkay.”
Leopold frowned.
He looked well?
Was he crazy?
Or mentally insane?
Leopold frowned so deeply his cheeks ached. He is pretty sure he looked like
shit. If this was Mackey’s way of trying to get Leopold to open was awful.
“Leopold, why are you here in prison?” Mackey asked once again.
The very same words of the day before.
Why was it so important for Leopold to say it himself?
Once again, Leopold didn’t answer.
He kept his lips locked together. However this time, his eyes narrowed with
frustration and annoyance. He turned away and kept his head down. His lips
slightly arched.
“Mmkay.”
Mackey sighed, and rubbed his hand across his forehead. He licks his tongue,
and nods.
“Still need more time to adapt, Mmkay.”
Leopold almost snorted. Almost. Instead, he pressed his hands together, and
kept his fingers threated between one another. His knees pressed firmly
together.
“Mmkay. How about, what would you like to be called? Mmkay? Stotch? Leopold?”
Mackey tried to reason once again.
Leopold shrugged once again.
He didn’t care what the man decided to call him. Stotch, Leopold, Leo or even
Butters. He just didn’t care. Couldn’t bring himself to care anymore.
Seeing that the boy wasn’t going to say a word, Mackey sighed, and nodded his
head slowly. He once again grabbed another form, only this time held it out to
him.
“Alright. Mmkay. I guess we’re finishing a bit early again today. Mmkay,”
Mackey sighed.
Leopold looked down at the paper. It was different to the ones from yesterday.
It was a pinkish colour, and Leopold immediately recognized. His medicine form.
It listed just what he was taking, and going to be taking.
He had to sign it. So if any accidently overdose that might happen, St. Andrew
Park wouldn’t be held responsible and that his family couldn’t claim
compensation.
However it did list a death compensation on him. His family would receive a
healthy check once he died.
Leopold snorted at it. Seems about right.
“Mmkay. So St. Mary Cross said you should know what it means. Mmkay. That
you’ve signed one before.” Mackey said with a gritty like tone to it.
The small blonde rolled his eyes. That was an understatement. He nodded and
reached for the closest pen. However as soon as his fingertips brushed against
one of the pens, Mackey grabbed a different one and handed it to him.
It was a green tipped one. Leopold didn’t like the colour that much, he
shrugged to himself and scribbled quickly.
Running the ink across the paper with a frown. He folded it as neatly as
possible. Carefully lining up all the corners and edges. He held handed back to
Mackey.
“Ah. Good. Good.”
Mackey nodded, and happily took the paper.
“It’s so much easier when you just go through with it. Mmkay. You have no idea
how many inmates go against this, mmkay.”
Leopold raised an eyebrow. So then that meant other inmates had signed the same
paper before.
“Mmkay. I guess we’ll finish today.” Mackey said. “Hopefully you’ll be more
talkative soon, Mmkay.”
Leopold shrugged once more. He lowered his head, and held it between his knees.
He sighed sharply. He didn’t care. He just wanted to leave.
Leopold stood up, and turned his body around to Mackey. His dim blue eyes half
lid with his arms crossed over his chest. Leopold kept his head down once again
Leopold barely listened to Mackey.
He was like those full of shit kind of guys.
The ones that would say one thing, mean another, but do the complete opposite.
He didn’t trust him.
Not now, not ever.
Leopold stepped out the office.
Leopold sighed and glanced up through the golden hairs handing over his
forehead. He licked his dry lips. He did his best to avoid meeting eye contact
with anybody.
That’s right.
He had to go and find out who his roommate was.
Who he was assigned to…right now.
It was a scary thought…it made his legs shake…
Leopold made his way back to his room.
Most people would feel more than a little sad…he was leaving his strange
assortment of roomies. Especially in place like this!
Leopold felt nothing.
He had moved dorms many times in St. Mary Cross.
Many times put into rooms that was too small, overcrowd and housed dangerous
people.  
Back then, he did was religious.
Back then he listened to his parents - his family.
He believed everything they had said.
He would pray multiple times for God to be merciful. He would pray for God to
forgive him for his sins, and give him someone special.
Nothing happened.
None of his prays was answered.
That was when he realized it was full of shit.
God, the devil, everything wasn’t true.
It was a lie.
He began to feel numb after that.
Leopold sighed.
Red appeared.
She walked through the corridor with narrowed eyes. She glared at every inmate
she passed. She held a stack of papers in her hands.
Red paused every now and then.
She hanged the papers up. She stuck them to the walls, or doors.
Red stuck the bright yellow paper everywhere she could.
The beaten door to his room was huddled with the familiar three people.
Leopold paused behind them briefly. He stared thoughtfully at them quietly.
Red had come to the door obviously.
Clyde, Token and Fickle? Or was it Pete?
Leopold wasn’t sure. He never gave him a name, Leopold realized.
He lifted his head. Leopold scanned the little sheet of yellow paper.
“Looks like we’re together, Token! Cube 08 is empty.” Clyde happily said.
Clyde was practically bouncing on the spot. He was excited. Happy to be placed
with Token.
Somebody he knew.
Token turned his head. He looked at the paper and frowned.
“Oh shit…” Token sighed. “Oh fucking fantastic.”
Clyde’s eyes widened. He swung his head around and gasped loudly.
“Don’t be that way babe.” he said.
Token twitched. “Please never call me that again.”
Leopold frowned.
He clocked his head to the side. He didn’t realize how creepy he must be while
staring at the two.
They had a very…strange relationship.
They’re so chummy with one another…well Clyde is but is Token?
Either way it wasn’t his problem. He shrugged to himself.
“Oh. Hey Butters!” Clyde grinned.
Leopold felt his lips twitch.
It had spread that fast? Jesus.
“Seems you got lucky.” he said and pointed at the list.
Leopold blinked once. Confusion clearly on his face.
“You’re with Kenny.” Token said pointy. “I don’t see how that is lucky.”
Clyde frowned. He nudged Token’s shoulder with his own.
“Don’t be that way.” Clyde said. “Kenny-Boy is our friend!”
Token sighed. He rolled his dark eyes, but chose not to say anything.
Leopold leant forward to look at the yellow paper. He felt his lips pull into a
small smile.
At least it wasn’t with somebody he had never met before.
Granted he didn’t know Kenny well…probably at all…but he hoped the other blonde
wouldn’t do anything to him.
He hoped so.
“Hey!” Clyde suddenly said. “Why aren’t you leaving?”
Pete, or Fickle or whatever his name was. He let out a grunt and rubbed the
bridge of his nose.
“My god. You’re such a poser.” He sighed. “I’ve been here for a long time
before you. Unlike you three, I aren’t moving. This is my dorm.”
He shrugged.
Leopold turned away from the conversation. He wasn’t interested.
Leopold would have went to grab his belongings, but he didn’t have any.
No letters, or photos. Or shit.
Only the bag Chef had given him.
He grabbed it with both hands. He twisted it firmly between his fingers. He
pressed his fingers against the see-through plastic.
Truthfully. He did have photos, and he did get many letters.
Letters from his mother, father, and as well as his grandparents. He burned
them the day he found out he was being moved to St. Andrew Park.
Of course…when he did set the papers on fire, he got punished but he gave no
shit.
“Oi Stotch.” Red grumbled.
She walked towards him. Red pushed her long crimson hair off her shoulder.
She held a bag in her hands, and painfully pushed it against the small blonde’s
chest.
She hissed through clenched teeth, and grumbled. She muttered under her
breathe. Her hills clipped against the ground while walking.
“Here’s your new uniform.” she huffed loudly.
Red quickly throw the other thick bags at Token and Clyde.
“Once you three have got to your cubes, change and then put those into the
laundry. Another guard…hopefully not myself, will be there to grab them.” She
snorted.
With that she stormed away.
Her feet clapping against the stone floors loudly. Echoing through the stones.
Leopold breathed sharply.
He looked down at the bag and hugged it tightly against chest. His lips twisted
into a deep frown.
At least he got to change into something not bright orange anymore.
He wondered if he got brown or blue. He shrugged it off, and spun on the balls
of his feet.
The small butterscotch man got a few curious looks down the hallway.
Just like before, someone he didn’t even know slapped his ass.
An inmate even said something about having a fine ass. The inmate whistled at
him.
It would have been extremely embarrassing. If Leopold hadn’t already
experienced this before, but he had.
Other than a small blush, he shrugged it off.
Leopold walked down the corridor.
He fast-walked the rest of the way to the dorms with a pinkish face.
It took him a while.
A lot of whistles.
Not just at Leopold, but at other inmates too.
Leopold eventually found the right paper white, washed simi-clean hallway to
turn down.
He was greeted with rows and rows of small stone cubicles. The ‘walls’ only
reached his shoulder, and there were no doors.
It was different.
That was true. It was definitely different to St. Mary Cross.
Room wise.
Guess that is how they kept an eye on them at night.
A big blocky ‘A’ was spray painted on the side of the first hallway opening.
It allowed him to know which cluster of cubicles he apparently belonged to.
Leopold went in and walked down the rows of sleeping areas. Instead of clunky
bunk beds, there was two separate, unattached beds.
A bed pushed up to either stone wall.
Dark sea blue eyes looked side to side.
He gazed at the badly painted numbers on the small outside of the wall.
He quietly counted every number.
It started at zero.
His eyes looked at the panted numbers slowly.
Leopold read the numbers silently.
1
10
17
20
20… 25… 27.
Leopold made a soft sound under his breathe.
He gazed at the painted number of 28. He meekly stepped forward.
Leopold peered in between the stony walls curiously.
There was no one there.
Leopold’s eyebrows pulled together.
Kenny wasn’t there. His roommate was must be out.
The blonde took that moment to survey the cubicle.
It was pretty plain like most of the others, but there was a surprising amount
of personal items.
Books and magazines were stacked on a rickety end table hastily- like they were
normally neat, but had been looked through by somebody who did not own them…
Leopold had heard people liked to sneak into the cubes to steal things.
Leopold wondered if that was what had happened.
The small man walked into the cube. He sat down on the plain-white looking bed.
He lifted his eyes to look at the other bed. Many posters of NASCAR racing was
stuck to the wall. A few stuck up crooked.
Leopold eyed the poster in fascination. It was the first time he had seen
NASCAR racing.
He liked the pretty colours.
Leopold shifted on the bed. By chance he turned his head and noticed a photo
frame on the stand.
Curiosity got the better of him, and Leopold reached for it. He brought it
close to his face.
It was a family picture.
A grown woman, with messy short red hair. It looked like it had been chirmed
hastily. She sat with a small girl on her lap.
The little girl looked cute. Her cheeks was puffed out like a chipmunk and
bright red. She had a sunny smile with bright eyes. Her long brown hair framed
her cherry-shaped face.
She was just so cute. So cute that Leopold found himself smiling.
Next to the woman and the child, was a teenager boy. He looked to be 15 or 16
years old. He looked as if he had just came out of a fight. He had bruises and
cuts littering his pale skin.
Leopold could see the hidden pain in his eyes. However despite the pain, he was
grinning at the camera. He held his hand up in a peace sign.
And finally?
Leopold felt his lips twitch. His smile slide off his face, and he stared in
awe.
Bright orange was in the middle of the photo.
A young boy in a slightly worn down orange parka. His face almost completely
hidden behind the brown fur ring.
He was cute. His large and round blue eyes stood out.
Leopold felt his heart skip a beat in his chest. He felt a strange feeling
of…familiarity.
Leopold ran his fingertips against the orange blob.
He let out a shaky breathe. His hands shook, and he slowly placed the frame
back where it had been. He was extra careful at putting it back where it was.
Leopold did not want to disrespect Kenny’s privacy more then what he had.
He sniffed and turned back to his own bed.
Leopold’s lips pressed together into a thin line. He stared at his side.
Compared to Kenny’s, it was boring…it was plain. Nothing made it look…creative
like Kenny’s…
He wasn’t going to buy anything to make it livelier.
He wasn’t going to touch any of that blood money he had in his apparent bank.
Even if he was considered rich by now….he had stopped checking after a while….
Leopold would never touch it.
Never. Let it build up.
They could be guilty all they want. He isn’t touching it.
Leopold breathed sharply through his nose. He reached for his pillow. He hugged
it tightly to his chest. He buried his face into the softness of the pillow.
“Buttercup. I didn’t know you’d be my new roomie!”
Kenny grinned widely. He all but skipped along the floor. He towered over him
with large familiar bright eyes.
Kenny was definitely the kid in the orange parka in the photograph.
Leopold tilted his head back. He peeked up at him.
“I’m so glad it’s you. Buttercup!” Kenny said. “The last guy I was paired with,
was such a dick!”
Leopold lifted his head. He wondered what had happen to Kenny’s previous
roommate.
Kenny leant forward. He noticed the wary expression upon Leopold’s face.
“Don’t worry.” He said. He winked teasingly. “I’m not going to do anything
funny.”
“I mean, when everyone’s asleep, I put on a thong and beat off….don’t ask how I
got it.” Kenny said. “Does that count as something funny?””
Leopold stared in surprise. His eyes widened.
Leopold clocked his head in a small breathless ‘huh’.
Kenny cracked up.
He laughed furiously. He throw himself back across the bed. His back pressed up
against the wall, and his legs crossed. His feet twisted around one another.
“Relax Buttercup. I’m just teasing yah!” he said.
Kenny’s lips pulled into a wide grin. “I just love seeing your reactions.”
Leopold frowned. He narrowed his eyes at the man. He couldn’t help but pout
from the embarrassment of it. His cheeks had flushed red too.
Kenny stretched his arms out. He let out a deep groan.
“So!” he began. “How’s prison treating yah?”
Leopold just stared. Even if he was talkative, he had no idea how to answer it.
How was prison treating him?
What could he say to that?
He…liked it a whole lot better than St Mary Cross…
“I remember my first week here was just pure hell.” Kenny said.
Kenny stretched at his chin. His dark blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully. His eyes
shifted to the side in thought. To remember his first week.
“Believe it or not. I was the first one in here.” Kenny finally spoke. “Even
before…”
Kenny let out a small yelp and shook his head. “Let’s just say somebody else
should have got here before me.”
Kenny’s cheeks twitched. He looked pretty annoyed for that split second.
“The people at the time were a lot tougher!” he explained. “I realized it was
pretty easy to get whatever I wanted. Everyone was trying to shove their dicks
in my ass. And I took that for my advantage.” W
Kenny shrugged. “Back then it was pretty scarring.” He admitted.
He wasn’t scary at all. But Leopold wasn’t stupid. He knew not to judge a book
by a cover.
Leopold wiggled a little. He moved back on his bed until his back touched the
wall. He brought his knees up, and pressed them against his chest.
Nobody had tried to touch him yet.
Nobody had tried to stick their cocks up in his ass quite yet.
Instead, he shrugged tiredly at him.
“We blondes have to watch our backs. Nothing is free here.” Kenny said.
His voice was firm. He spoke completely seriously. No trace of jokiness in his
voice.
“Nothing is free. Do not go looking for favours. For help from anyone here. It
might seem like you’re on good terms with somebody…but they’ll be looking for
something a lot more than what you’re willing to give.” Kenny explained.
Leopold lifted his head. He inhaled sharply, and stared at the other blonde.
Kenny was quiet once more.
Kenny stared at his face. Kenny’s eyes gazed at Leopold’s face.
A thoughtful frown appeared across his face.
“I’m not sure why. But I have a feeling I should be taking care of you…” Kenny
suddenly muttered.
Kenny rubbed his chin. He looked like he was trying to figure it out himself.
He looked troubled. Like this had been weighing on his mind a lot.
“Leopold.” Kenny suddenly began. “Have you ever been in…”
Kenny trailed off. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh.
“Never mind.” He said.
“You know Buttercup. I’m going to figure you out. I will.” he finally finished.
Leopold almost jumped straight out of his skin.
Heat licked along his spin. He felt his face heat up.
When had Kenny got off his bed?
Better yet, when had he got so close to him?
Kenny’s face so close to his own?
Noses almost touching.
“I’m not sure what’s going through your head. But I’m not stupid, I can see
when somebody isn’t shocked at when they see or hear.” Kenny said.
Kenny took his chin. He pinched Leopold’s chin tightly and pulled Leopold
closer to his face.
“There’s something about you. I’m not sure what it is, but I’m going to figure
it out.” He said firmly.
Kenny had whispered it softly to him. So softly that his breathe ghosted
Leopold’s lips.
“Buttercup, listen to me, I’m not like them,” he said calmly.
Kenny released Leopold chin.
Kenny throw himself down to sit next to him. Kenny’s weight making Leopold
bounce up and down on the mattress.
Leopold just stared blankly. He stared at nothing in particular.
Leopold rubbed his chin.
Could he trust Kenny?
Enough to tell him the truth? To speak to him?
He wondered to himself. He didn’t know Kenny well enough.
“I’ve been here for eight years. I have a life sentence too.” Kenny said. “I am
up for parole in seven, but I don’t have high hopes in that department.”
“I know I’m going to live my whole life here until I die.” Kenny nodded his
head.
“So, you can say I’ve kind of given up on these people. I don’t want to become
what this place expects me to be,” Kenny said softly.
Kenny playfully bumped his shoulder against Leopold.
Kenny turned fully to look at Leopold.
He spoke seriously. “And that is why you can trust me.”
His life was basically over.
Leopold stared thoughtfully.
He sighed to himself. He would love to trust Kenny.
More than anything. To just tell him everything.
Every little thing. To spill it all out and cry.
He couldn’t.
Maybe one day.
Someday, when he had gotten to know Kenny better, and could see he truly did
trust him.
“I understand.” Kenny suddenly said.
Kenny spoke with that same smile on his face. “Someday, you can trust me.
Someday.”
“You just need time.”
Leopold felt as if his heart had leaped into his throat.
He glanced up at Kenny in surprise.
Nobody had ever told him he could have time.
If they wanted something, they took it, they forced it out of him.
Leopold had learnt this the hard way…
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Kenny could see the other.
Kenny’s eyes was clued to the smaller blonde.
‘You’re so damaged…’
Kenny realized.
Strangely, he felt his chest tighten.
How could somebody so young…so innocent looking…somebody who looked like they
had never hurt anybody or committed a crime before be here?
Something wasn’t right here.
The other man didn’t look worried, or scared.
He did not look shocked, or surprised.
It was like he had seen everything in the prison before.
But that was impossible. Kenny had gone straight up to Miss Test burger just an
hour ago, asking about the other smaller cuter blonde.
Miss Testaburger had told him this was Leopold’s first offense.
She didn’t know why he had been sentenced to maxima security prison – St.
Andrew Park.
She had confirmed it was a petty crime. She had also confirmed that Leopold had
come from one of those white ass rich folks.
However Kenny could tell.
Something wasn’t right.
Miss Testaburger looked as confused and concerned when she took out Leopold’s
file.
Most of the important information was classified. Even to her.
Something was really fucked up here.
Whatever it was, Kenny could tell it had left Leopold with mental scars.
He couldn’t bring himself to leave Leopold like this…damaged.
He wanted to help him.
It was strange. The longer Kenny stared at Leopold, Butters, the more he felt
like he had seen the man before.
But how?
Kenny had been in prison for a long time.
He had spent pretty much all of his adulthood in here…because of a few fuck
ups.
The only likelihood of him knowing Butters was slim.
Small.
Unless Kenny knew him from his childhood?
Which was also slim…
He was from South Park. Everyone knew everyone.
The small village was so tightly tied in…nobody could pass by unnoticed….
Nobody in that small mountain town.
The haunting image of the small sad boy filled his mind.
Kenny immediately shot the picture away.
He did not want to think about that.
It would only bring him pain. Only bring him painful and horrible memories.
“Do you have any idea what job you want?” Kenny decided to ask.
To keep the conversation going.
To distract him for the boy….
Butters turned his head. His cute, large blue eyes stared up at Kenny.
He was just so cute.
Kenny wanted to reach out and pinch his large cheeks.
Kenny would die before he let anybody touch Butters. He was too innocent for
this place!
Way too innocent.
Kenny wanted to protect him.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Leopold stared at the taller blonde.
His lips twitching a little.
What kind of job he would like to have?
Where would he like to work?
He was a little surprised that they could work, but then again it made sense.
Leopold let out a breatheless gasp.
He jumped on the spot.
A sudden shriek came from the cube next to them.
27? He thinks.
A loud, earth shattering scream.
The scream was so loud that it echoed through the air.
It was like the prison had suddenly been muted before it burst to life.
Noise bounced against the walls. It slammed against one wall and then another.
It echoed down the pipes and walls.
Both blonde haired men stared at one another.
They blinked in confusion.
Kenny swung his head around. He bites at his bottom lip. His lips twitching.
Leopold noticed it looked like he wanted to smirk…?
Kenny’s eyebrows raised. He leaped to his feet. He ran a hand through is hair.
Kenny looked frantic and worried. As if he knew that voice. He knew who owned
the voice.
Anxiousness filled Leopold’s veins.
He wanted to hold onto Kenny tightly.
The sudden fear filled him.
Truthfully, he should be used to screams, wails or cries.
He wasn’t really expecting it, which is stupid because it is prison.
Leopold knew people would be screaming. Inmates yelling at one another and
shit.
He should have been expecting it, but for some reason he didn’t.
Another scream.
Somebody growling, and hissing like a snake.
The sound sent a horrible pitch through Leopold’s body.
It wasn’t somebody making sound of pain…so nobody was being raped or beaten up…
It was the sound of an angry - pissed off person.
A man bellowing out insults.
Leopold paled and gulped.
He twitched. He anxiously walked behind Kenny. His feet shook with each step.
He noticed a rather large crowd had grown around the cube next door.
Many people looking in with curiosity.
“Fuck off! I’m not sharing with you!” An unfamiliar voice shrieked like
banshee.
The sound of something thick and heavy slammed against something soft – maybe a
body??
Leopold gulped and shovelled forward.
He poked his head around the corner. His eyes flickered upon seeing two people
next door.
It looked almost like a lover’s splat.
…It was strange.
“Relationship goals man.” some other man snorted in amusement.
The sound of something being thrown through the air, and slammed into a body
again made Leopold wince.
He slowly, but quite easily slipped between the large men.
Nobody noticed him anyway as he moved.
He almost tripped over his feet. He grabbed onto the closest thing possible to
prevent himself from falling.
That happened to be another inmate.
He was worried he would be socked in the face. Hands grabbed him to help him.
Leopold realized it was only Kenny.
Thank god.
Leopold was nervous.
He peered around Kenny to look at his new neighbours.
He tried to keep his breathing even. He looked at the two inmates.
They was arguing. Or one of the men was – yelling at the other rather than
debating or arguing.
It was Stan.
Leopold’s eyes widened. He watched the dark haired man stumbled over his feet.
Stan winced, and frowned deeply. His lips pinched downward, and his cheeks had
a pinkish hue to them.
His hands flickered out in front of him, as if to block another in coming
attack.
Another screech came from in front of Stan.
Said raven yelped, and ducked.
A rather large book flung over his head, and slammed into the fair wall behind
all the inmates.
One inmate whistled and muttered about the dude having a killer aim.
Stan panted. He held his hands up in hopes to calm his roommate down.
“Kyle. Kyle.” He said. “Kyle, please. C-Calm down. We can talk about this.”
“Fuck that! I refuse to share with you!” the other man yelled.
Leopold turned his head around to look at this ‘Kyle’ person.
He found the very same red haired man from his first day.
He was just as Leopold had originally thought.
He was a little shorter than Stan and Kenny, but taller than Leopold.
He had messy red and orange curls that covered his ears completely and fell
into his face, framing his large round emerald eyes rather cutely. He had
flawless skin, with a dash of freckles across his cheeks.
Much like the other inmates, he wore a long sleeved black turtleneck shirt. A
pal blue baggy shirt hanged off his shoulders. He looked pretty small. Leopold
guessed Kyle must be one of the three (including himself) smallest inmates.
“Kyle. Please. Let’s just talk!” Stan begged.
Stan tried to reason. He jumped in panic when Kyle lobbed another heavy book at
him.
Kyle’s green eyes was blazing. He was enraged. Pissed beyond compared.
“Fuck you Stan! I told you, I didn’t want to fucking talk to you!” he yelled.
He shrieked loudly.
Leopold spun his head around in panic.
Why wasn’t there a guard yet?
Surely some guard would have heard Kyle?
And the rowdy cheering from the inmates?
Their voices was bellowing, echoing through the air and bouncing off the walls.
It was even making his eyes buzz, and throb with slight pain.
The shaggy blonde in front of him made a loud sigh.
He pressed himself between the two men, and held his hands out before his two
closest friends could kill each other.
His eyes flickered, and his lips twitched into a deep frown.
Kenny let out a low grumble, especially when he found so many people staring at
them.
The fucking wolves.
“Stop. You’re going to seriously hurt one another.” He said. “Or the guards
will shank your asses to the shoe!”
“Get out of my way Kenny. That fucking bastard deserves everything that’s
coming!” Kyle growled.
He bared his teeth. His tiny body shaking with anger. He stomped his foot a
little as he spoke too.
Kyle was just so angry.
His body spilled with the anger and frustration.
Leopold had seen many angry and pissed of people in his life.
…but…he had never seen such raw anger coming from anybody in his life before.
Stan frowned.
His own anger seemed to be bubbling up. His hands twisted into fists.
“Oh! I deserve everything that is coming, huh?” he growled in a mocking tone.
“What about you! Huh, you asshole!”
“You’re the one who cut me off! What else was I supposed to do?” Stan yelled
back.
Stan’s voice echoing through the room.
Leopold gulped.
He couldn’t even picture Stan angry, but here it was. The raven haired man
looked like he was about explode.
Stan tried to keep himself calm. He closed his eyes briefly, but more anger
filled him.
Kyle’s jaw dropped.
He throw his hands out on either sides of him and shook his head furiously.
“Oh! How about not being a fucking moron, and getting yourself fucking thrown
back in here?” he growled. “Like the fuck is wrong with you! You got fucking
out! You got out! And what do you do? You come right back!”
“What’s fucking wrong with you?”
Kyle yelled so loudly that Leopold was worried he would have a painful throat
in the morning.
Stan wanted to punch the other.
So badly.
Why couldn’t Kyle understand? He needed to understand.
So badly.
Instead, he reached up and grabbed a hold of the side of his head.
“How can you say that? After everything? Really Kyle! Seriously!” he said.
Kyles glared, and curled his lips together.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” he hissed.
Kenny seemed to understand what the two was referring to.
His eyes frantically looked between the two.
“Guys. Calm down. Seriously, the guards are going to be here soon,” he tried to
say.
The dark haired man rolled his eyes. He ignored their shaggy blonde haired, and
growled loudly.
“What?” he said.
Stan glared back at Kyle.
“What? That I might actually lo-“
Kyle let out another shriek. He gripped another heavy book and throw it
straight through the air.
It flung toward Stan.
Ready to slam into his face.
Stan let out his own cry and ducked down.
Leopold blinked.
Especially when his ears buzzed with noise.
Everything was fuzzy around him, and when he turned his head back to stare
ahead of himself.
He found frantic eyes snapping around to him.
The large thick book slammed directly into his face.
Leopold didn’t make a single sound as he stumbled backward.
His feet slide out from underneath him. He grumbled to the ground with a loud
thud.
Leopold’s backside slamming into the stone floor underneath them all. His body
trembled from the sudden pain.
The book knocked him straight off his feet, and he landed in a heap on the
ground.
“Holy shit.”
“Did you see that?”
“The poor tweak, he was thrown right onto his ass.”
Leopold felt dizzy.
His head hurt a lot.
Leopold reached up to touch the pulsing pain of his swelling face.  
“Shit. Buttercup!” Kenny yelped.
Kenny appeared next to him. He crouched down at his side.
The shorter blonde frowned.
Leopold turned his head to face Kenny. His eyebrows pulled together.
He licked at his lips, and winced.
He could taste the blood.
The copper taste dripped on his tongue.
His nose was bleeding.
He’ll probably get a few bruises in the morning.
“Butters.” Stan said.
Stan crouched down on Leopold’s other side.
Both Stan and Kenny stared at one another, before they gripped his arms
tightly. The two hosted him to his feet.
Leopold was small, hardly any weight on him. It was more than easy to get the
blonde on to his feet.
Kyle frowned.
He felt guilty for hitting the blonde in the face but he was confused.
“Um. Butters?” he asked wearily.
He shifted on his feet. He blinked his green eyes confusingly.
“Well. His name is Leopold. Leopold Stotch.” Kenny began.
He turned Leopold towards himself. He gripped Leopold’s chin.
Kenny forced Leopold’s head back to be able to see his bleeding nose.
“But I nicknamed his Butters.” He added.
Stan turned his head to the ginger haired male. He shrugged.
“If you hadn’t been avoiding me, you would have known!” he snapped.
Kyle glared.
Kenny waved his hand. “Oi. Don’t even start another fight. We don’t have time
for that, the guards will be here within seconds,” he said loudly.
Kyle clocked his head to the side. His green eyes scanning Leopold’s face.
He walked up to them. He kept a good distant between himself and Stan. He held
out a green handkerchief.
“Um. Here, I want it back thought. My mum made it for me.” He said.
“Of course Ky.” Kenny teased with a laugh.
He took the handkerChef and held it to Leopold’s nose. He pressed it firmly.
Kyle frowned. He almost sneered. He shook his head.
“Don’t call me that.” He grumbled.
“I don’t think it’s broken.” Stan cut in.
He watched as Kenny moved the handkerchief gently against Leopold’s nose.
He had never seen his friend so caring before.
Kenny doesn’t take on bitches, or shit. He liked to be ‘clean’ in that
department. People left him alone as well. He doesn’t sleep with anybody
anymore. It was almost strange to see him show interest in somebody after two –
three years of having nobody.
Now Kenny seemed to have eyes on Leopold, and Leopold alone.
He wasn’t like some of the pieces of shit around here.
“It’s alright Buttercup.” Kenny said happily.
Kenny smirked when Leopold frowned at him.
“You’ve stopped bleeding.” He added.
Carefully but wearily, Kenny withdrawn his hand. He held the blooded
handkerchief and smiled.
“There, all good.” Kenny said.
Leopold rolled his eyes, and lifted his hands.
He presses his fingers against his nose. He gently stroked the skin, and
sighed.
Who would have thought the first time he spilled blood in place like this.
Because of a book no-less.
Not just that, over a lover’s quill too.
He did not think relationships really worked in prison, but even when the two
looked angry…he could tell they cared for one another.
Maybe even love. But he couldn’t say anything.
“Alright. Alright,” Kenny finally spoke.
Kenny’s voice bellowed out, and surprisingly loud. Kenny turned around to look
at the crowd behind them.
“Get out of here unless you want one of Kyle’s special books too!” he yelled.
Kyle snorted at that. He rolled his green eyes and turned away. He grabbed one
of his bottle water, and marched over to the shorter man.
Frankly, he never expected in a million years to meet shorter person then him
in the prison.
Hell, the only other person that was considered to be small was just an inch
taller than himself.
Of course nobody could touch that person unless they want to face hellish
wrath.
“Okay, um, Butters.” he began.
Kyle unscrewed the bottle cap.
“If the guard’s see your face so blooded, then we’re all in trouble.”
With that said, he begun to clean the red smears on Leopold’s face. The red
stained the pale skin.
Kyle used the water bottle to clean the blood from around Leopold’s nose.
“So. Um. I’m Kyle...Er, Kyle Broflovski…” Kyle said.
He frowned, and raised a red eyebrow. Especially upon seeing his blank face of
the blonde haired male.
“Err, you don’t talk…do you.” He said slowly.
Leopold shrugged.
He bowed his head after a few seconds and turned away.
His eyes ran around the room, and quietly taking in the room. Both beds was
made perfectly, to a T, but what really caught his attention was the amazing
book collection in the fair corner.
It was perfectly stacked, and ranged alphabetically.
He glanced at Kyle.
The books obviously belonged to him, which was kind of funny considering he had
been throwing them.
“Nope. Butters doesn’t talk,” Kenny piped out with a grin.
The other inmates had returned to their own cubes.
Kyle’s red eyebrows pulled together.
“Like you, huh,” he muttered.
Kyle sighed. He turned his attention back to the newcomer. He noticed the way
Leopold was staring at his special library.
“Um. You can borrow any one if you want,” Kyle piped up in a soft voice.
He obviously felt guilty about almost breaking the poor man’s nose.
Leopold jumped and spun back around.
His back arched, and he nervously shook his head.
He didn’t want to take anything.
Just as Kenny had told him earlier.
Nothing was free in prison. You take something, you’re expected to give
something back. That and the fact he did fancy the idea of being on his knees
with a dick in his mouth. The thought made his nose twitch with disgust.
Kyle frowned to himself. He scratched at the back of his head.
“I’m…like sorry. Er, for hitting you in the face with my book.” he said slowly.
Leopold just shrugged again.
What could he do?
Besides, like it or not, Kyle had Stan and there was no way Stan was going to
let anybody hurt Kyle.
Not that Leopold cared enough to hurt the red haired man.
So he shrugged.
Just letting it go anyway.
This seemed generally surprise said man.
Kyle blinked. He wasn’t used to any man in prison being so forgiving.
“You’re rather strange, Butters…” Kyle said slowly.
He shook his head anyway, “Well, whatever. I’m serious. You can borrow any of
my books. If you’re a friend of Kenny’s then I guess you’re my friend too.”
Kenny throw his arm around the Leopold’s small shoulders. He pulled Leopold
into his side, and grinned widely.
“Buttercup. Kyle isn’t the one to hold you to anything. As long as you give it
back I mean. Forget to return it, then he will be after you with an axe.” he
said thoughtfully.
He obviously remembering something from the past.
Leopold tilted his head back to stare at the other blonde. He chews at the
sensitive skin and finally nodded his head.
This seemed to relax Kyle, who smiled himself and turned around to settle on
his bed.
The one with a pale blue blanket spread across it. It had a few papers and
books scattered across it.  
“Just let me know which one you want.” he muttered softly.
Leopold stared at him suspiciously.
He felt beyond confused, and didn’t know if he would willing take one in fear
he would have owe the man.
Kenny grinned and playfully shook him.
“Don’t worry about it. This is how Kyle is. His a good guy, he feels guilty and
worried that he had hurt you. If he says you can borrow one, then he means it.”
Kenny said with glee.
Kyle frowned deeply. He glared up at the blonde, with pink cheeks.
“So Now that is sorted out,” Kenny began.
He looked at the awkward raven haired man standing by the opening of the cube.
“You gonna tell me what that was about?” Kenny asked.
Stan shifted on his feet. He moved from one foot to the other slowly.
“Um, well. You see…” he said.
Stan struggled to speak. He moved awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck
slowly.
“Ha,” Kyle snorted loudly, and rolled his eyes at him. “The fucking coward
won’t even say it.”
The upset man turned on the spot. He grabbed one of the books and pulled it to
his lap. He turned it in his hands and opened it on a random page,.
“We’re supposed to share a room. Isn’t that fucking great?” Kyle snorted.
“Oh. So we’re neighbours then?” Kenny pipped up.
Kenny turned and threw himself down onto what he assumed to Stan’s bed. He
swung his legs as he shifted on the spot.
Kyle rolled his eyes again, before he turned his heated gaze onto Stan again.
“You’re a fucking idiot. You throw away you’re freedom, and for what?” he
grumbled deeply.
Kyle’s throat tightened as he hissed. He tried to keep his voice down, not
wanting to start screaming again.
“Kyle. Please, you have asthma.” Stan said worriedly.
Stan turned his concerned filled eyes to the red haired man and shifted once
again. His face was heated a little, and he obviously didn’t like being on the
end of Kyle’s anger.
Leopold stared in surprise at Kyle. He slowly shovelled away from the angry
man, to Kenny’s side.
Frankly out the three of them, he felt safer with Stan but right now he’d
rather be with Kenny. #
Kenny didn’t look like he wanted throw anything.
Leopold rather not have another book hit him on the nose.
“So the fuck what?” Kyle huffed.
He slammed the book shut, and twirled his head up to look at him.
“You think I don’t know I’ve got fucking asthma. Hello. I grow up with fucking
asthma!” Kyle growled.
Stan flinched. His anger seeming to have melted away unlike Kyle. He shook his
head, and turned away.
“Sorry for being worried.” He grumbled.
“Do not talk about being fucking worried to me!” Kyle hissed.
Leopold flinched. His ears rang, and he really wanted to leave the cube. He
really wanted to go back to his own, and curl up on the bed.
He wanted to sleep.
He wanted to sleep this all away.
Leopold groaned, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He placed his head
between his knees.
Kenny watched Leopold, and frowned worriedly.
He really was worried about the younger blonde. He vowed to himself not to let
anybody hurt the boy. He could smell the pain trapped inside him.
Kenny decided in that moment he was going to do his best to protect Leopold,
Butters.
“Okay, Okay,” Kenny said.
He moved forward to sit next to the short blonde. His voice easily silenced
both of his two male friends.
“Enough yelling. You really will bring guards down here. Do you want to be
locked in the slammer?” Kenny said.
Kyle groaned loudly, and finally nodded in agreement.
“Yeah. Fine. We’ll talk like civil people.” Kyle sighed.
A small smile appeared across Stan’s lips. He hummed to himself, and slowly
walked to sit next to Kenny. He stared back at Kyle with large, round eyes.
He simply gazed back at him, and waited for the red haired man to begin.
Kyle kept his lips crushed together. His eyes narrowed into small slits. He
simply glared back him in silence. He had his teeth ripping into his bottom
lip.
“Why didn’t you answer me…at all?” Stan finally asked.
Stan’s voice was broken, and pitched with sadness. His nose flared, and he
whined in a low broken-ish voice.
Stan shook his head and pressed his hands to both sides of his head. His
fingers threated through his black curls.
Kyle snorted.
“Is that all? Is that why you came back?” he huffed.
He was becoming angry, but kept himself clam. Even if he really-really wanted
to soaker punch the fucking ass in the face.
Stan’s head snapped upward. His eyes wide and frantic, almost wild like.
“What? Of course that’s the reason why I came back! Why wouldn’t I?” he
snapped.
Stan’s voice pitching, before his eyes lowered in sadness. “I mean…you
completely cut me out. You wouldn’t even reply to my phone calls…”
“Kyle! We’ve been together for how long? We were super best friends and shit,”
Stan said. “Do you know how much that fucking hurt? Do you? There was no doubt
you knew how I felt, but did you lie about it? Was I not good enough for you?
Damnit Kyle. Stop beating around the bush!”
Kyle hissed, and narrowed his eyes back at him.
“What? How dare you. I never lied about how I felt. You know how much I fucking
love you!” he growled back.
“And what? You think I don’t love you?” Stan huffed in return. “Because you
know I fucking do!”
Kenny hummed under his breathe.
He glanced between his two closest friends. He eyed their faces closely, and
nipped at his lips.
“Look. Guys. Just listen to one another! Kyle, we get it. You’re pissed off at
Stan because he came back, returned to prison after getting out! Stan that was
a pretty dumb move. I mean, you was free so why’d you return? Well, obviously
you returned because of Kyle.” Kenny said.
“Alright. I know. I know. I fucked up. You happy!” Stan finally burst out.
Stan rubbed the bridge of nose. His head was starting to ache from pain. A
throbbing head ache.
The ginger haired man sighed to himself and turned away from Stan.
“Just…Stan. I know how much you loved me, and shit. You know how much I love
you too. But come on, was that the real reason why you came here?” he said
softly.
“Kyle!” Stan groaned.
He leaped to his feet and marched straight over to the red haired man. He
pressed his hands against his cheeks, and forced Kyle to look at him in the
face.
“Kyle! For fuck sake! Just answer me! Why the hell did you cut me off?” Stan
demanded.
His voice thick and heavy. It left no space for debate.
Kyle blinked slowly up at him. His green eyes glows almost beautiful up at him.
“Stan,” he began.
“I get it Kyle. You can be anger, you can slap me around all you want. But
please, please just tell me!” Stan begged.
He leant even closer against him, and rested his forehead against Kyle’s.
“Just tell me why you never, not even once, replied to me.” Stan begged. “I
need you Kyle. I needed you so badly.”
Kyle sighs softly. His own pale cheeks became red.
“I read all your letters…I did Stan.” he whispered sweetly.
“You did?” Stan muttered in return.
“Yeah. Of course I did. I read every single letter you sent me.” Kyle
explained.
Kyle pulled away.
He lightly pushed against Stan’s shoulders. This forced Stan to step away from
him.
Stan quivered a little. He shifted and slowly crouched down, catching Kyle’s
eyes.
“Please. Just tell me Kyle,” he murmured out in a gentle voice.
He reached forward to touch Kyle’s knee, but the red and orange haired man
moved his leg. He pulled out of Stan’s reach.
“Look Stan…” Kyle said.
Kyle ran his hand through his curls. He nibbled at his bottom lip.
“L-Look Stan. You was free. Y-You was out, you could be with your family and
start over. I…I didn’t want to hold you back. I-I didn’t want you to remember
this place.” Kyle tried to explain.
“I didn’t want to be the reason why you couldn’t move on. I didn’t want to the
one to hold you back here…” Kyle said in soft whimper.
His eyes had slowly began to tear up.
“But look, you did come back.” He muttered. “Look at what happened. I brought
you back. I forced you to come back to St. Andrew Park. What I didn’t want to
happen…h-happen…”
Stan sniffed.
His own eyes beginning to teared up. A watery smile appeared across his face.
“I told you Kyle. I told you to stop trying to take care of me.” he chuckled.
Stan climbed forward.
Leopold blinked a little. It was an odd sight to see.
Stan climbed onto Kyle’s lap, and straddled him. Legs on either side of Kyle’s
hips.
Leopold shook his head, and turned away. He pushed the golden hairs out of his
face, and stood up.
This seemed like private matter.
How it all was supposed to be private matter, but looked what had happen. He
had witness one of the best scenes from a soap show.
That would have made a fortune.
“Aww. But it was just getting to the good part.” Kenny whined.
He jumped to his feet and following after Leopold.
Kenny looked back at his two friends and smirked to himself. He could see them
lean close to one another, their lips locked together and kissing.
It made him happy to see they had some kind of made up. Sort of. At least they
kind of understood one another.
“Whoa there,” Kenny grinned.
He stepped into his own cube and smirked.
“What a lovely sight.” he purred.
Leopold paused in movement.
He glanced over his shoulder nervously, and meekly frowned. His back was
arched, with his shirt pulled over his head. His pale skin was milky and
untouched. He was changing out from out of the bright orange jumpsuit.
“Aww I really like orange.” Kenny chuckled.
He eyed the soft skin, with his hands twitched with the wished to touch the
skin. Leopold was fucking beautiful.
Leopold reached over to the bag on his bed, and ripped the black bag open. He
gazed at the clothes. He had a long sleeved white turtle shirt, with a set of
beachy clothes. A baggy shirt with pants. He grabbed the shirt, and quickly
pulled it over his head.
Kenny clicked his tongue, and moaned.
“Aww. What a shame,” he shrugged.
Kenny turned away from Leopold.
Despite he really didn’t want to look away, he knew it was in his best interest
and besides he didn’t want to make the other blonde feel uncomfortable more
then what he did.
Eventually, Leopold was fully dressed. It made him feel much more comfortable
as he no longer stuck out like a sore thumb.
He now fitted in. He hoped.
Leopold shrugged to himself, he quickly shoved his old bright orange clothes
into the black bag and tied it shut. He then placed it in the corner where the
laundry was.
Leopold then sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. He sighed
softly while looked around himself.
Kenny spun on the balls of his feet, and came to sit across from him. He
stretched his arms above his head and groaned as his body popped.
Kenny noticed the pair was wearing the same beachy suit. He found he liked
that.
“Well. Those are my family. There is four others, but Stan and Kyle are my
closest and dearest family,” he explained.
He tapped his fingers against his legs with a wistful smile on his face.
“I grow up with Stan and Kyle. We went to the same school and shit. Along with
one other fucking asshole.”
Suddenly Kenny’s face darkened and looked away.
“That asshole is here too. But listen to me, no matter what, don’t listen to
him and stay the fuck away from him. You’ll probably meet him tonight at
dinner. He hates every one of our friends, and is trying so hard to get us to
turn on him. He used to hate Kyle, but this guy…this guy gets under his skin,”
Kenny explained.
His lips curled up as he thought of this guy. This asshole that seemed to piss
him right off.
Leopold frowned. Judging from Kenny’s expression this guy was trouble.
Leopold trusted Kenny’s judgement a lot more than his own. Leopold’s own
judgement hadn’t been the best. He had screwed up many times by trusting
people.
The short blonde trembled, and presses his lips together. His nose flared, and
he nodded.
Kenny smirked, and clicked his fingers. “Good. He will try to get to you, but
don’t be scared of him. Trust me, understand. Trust in me.”
“My family, they’re good people. Some of them aren’t supposed to be here, but
they’re friends. They’re family. You look out for them, and they’ll look out
for you.” Kenny explained.
He slide of his bed. He walked directly up Leopold and leant over him, leaning
in close to his face.
“I trust you, and you can trust me Buttercup.” He said.
“It’s okay to trust Kyle, and Stan. It’s fine to trust me. Maybe a few of the
other clowns in this prison,” Kenny added thoughtfully, and smiles sweetly down
at him.
“We’re family. There are fuckers here, everything will be fine.”
Kenny then shrugged to himself. “I hope anyway.”
Leopold pouted a little, and blushed. He pressed his fingers together, and
tried to lean backward when Kenny learnt closer to him.
His face moving closer to his own. Kenny grinned wider in amusement. He enjoyed
his reactions, his face expressions.
Kenny chuckled, and finally leant away. He shrugged once again, and suckled his
top lip. It was that Leopold realized it was split, making him wonder if his
shaggy blonde roommate had just been in a fight.
Kenny felt for his bed, and sat back down. He made a soft sound from the back
of his throat.
“Buttercup. You have to stop looking like a lot bunny rabbit. I mean it’s cute
as hell, but it can get you notice,” Kenny winked sweetly.
Kenny’s lips forming into a smile rather than a grin. He cross his legs and
hummed under his breathe.
The small blonde sighed to himself.
Did he really look like a bunny rabbit? That was rather horrifying, and
embarrassing.
He tapped his fingers together and frowned.
Apparently everything about himself gets him notice.
It was so trying.
He wondered what would happen now…?
Leopold was just so nervous…he hopped everything would work out well.
Kenny let out a laugh at Leopold’s face.
The soft moan flittered from the cube next to them.
Leopold blinked.
Oh god.
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Leopold couldn’t stop twitching.
He was trembling.
“Buttercup. You have to stop looking like a lot bunny rabbit. I mean it’s cute
as hell, but it can get you notice.” Kenny winked sweetly.
Kenny’s lips formed into a smile rather than a grin. He cross his legs and
hummed under his breath.
The small blonde sighed to himself.
Did he really look like a bunny rabbit?
That was rather horrifying, and embarrassing.
He tapped his fingers together and frowned. Apparently everything about himself
gets him notice.
It was so scary.
Kenny turned his head to look through the opening of their cube. He quietly
shifted on the bed and finally nods his head to himself. Whatever he had been
checking for he, he saw it. Kenny turned his attention back to face the other
blonde.
“We have an inspection coming within five minutes. Roughly five to four
minutes.” He said.
Leopold blinked slowly.
An inspection?
Worry filled his chest, and he let out a soft whimper escape his lips.
Inspection, inspection back at St. Mary Cross was dangerous, and terrifying.
They touched you, throw you around, and even at times, rip your clothes.
Leopold trembled. His hands shook, and put his head between his knees.
“Whoa. Relax there jumpy.” Kenny said confusingly. “It’s only an inspection…”
Kenny moved towards Leopold.
“Butters. It’s just an inspection, calm down. You just stand by the end of your
bed, without moving. The guards come in, and check your bed for any hidden
drugs…it’s nothing to worry about. I mean, as long as you’re not hiding
anything…” Kenny said thoughtfully.
He had a strange twinkle in his eye as if he was thinking of something that had
happen to him once before.
Leopold stared at the other.
He felt his curiosity grow, he wanted to find out the stories Kenny had. He
could tell Kenny had many, and Leopold didn’t know why but he really wanted to
hear them.
Hear them all.
Just then the sound of heavy metal doors slammed against the walls.
Large and powerful footsteps echoed through the stones. The sound vibrated
along the stones. Hearing the way the sound bounced powerfully off the walls,
and the noise within the block pitched high. For a brief second the noise
pitched higher and then suddenly muted.
Like somebody had grabbed a remote, and pressed the mute button.
“Inmates!” a voice bellowed out. It echoed through the block.
“Inspection! Lock down the pipes!”  
Leopold froze. His legs buckled and he found he couldn’t move his legs. He
tried to stand up, but his legs were so weak.
Just as he stood up, he almost fall straight back down if Kenny didn’t grab his
arm.
Kenny helped Leopold up. His eyebrows pulled together, and he worried clocked
his head.
He tried to look Leopold in the eyes, but all he didn’t understand why the
other was so scared.
Why was he scared of an inspection?
“You alright, Buttercup?” Kenny said.
Leopold was trembled.
He tried to keep himself clam but his body quivered uncountable. He pressed his
hands together, and felt himself being guided to the end of his bed.
Kenny placed him just outside the cube, with their backs pressed against the
wall.
Kenny clocked his head.
“It will be fine. Just relax, the guards will be in and out. There’s nothing in
there. They shut down the pipes so nobody can flush the drugs.” he explained
with a shrug. “I don’t touch that stuff anymore.”
Leopold turned to look over at the shaggy haired man and tilted his head. So
Kenny used to do drugs? Kenny was weirder then himself.
“Man. I hope the lovebirds are finish.” Kenny chimed. He leant forward, leaning
over a little while he tried to look into the cube next to them. Neither Kyle
nor Stan was standing outside their cube yet.
Kenny chuckled. “They don’t want to be caught again.”
Leopold clocked his head to the side, and his nose flared. He tried to see the
two men, feeling his anxiousness grow when he noticed two guards moving down
their row.
Kyle and Stan still hadn’t come out of their cube yet.
He didn’t want to think about what kind of punishment they could get. He hoped
it wasn’t the same kind of punishment you could get back at St. Mary Cross.
“Finally!”
Stan’s hair was mess.
It had originally been neatly combed and layered. However when he stepped out,
his hair was messy, and all over the place.
He had a single black curl sticking up that he was trying to smooth it down.
Stan’s face was red. His lips was swollen.
“Fuck off.” Kyle grumbled.
Kyle's face was just as red.
Much like Stan, Kyle’s red hair was much messier.
The curls was sticking in all directions, and his face was bright red. A lot
pinker then the other. His cherry red lips was swollen and not just that
either.
There on the side on his neck was a purple-ish mark. Purple with a soft blue
hue in the middle, outlined by red.
Kenny smirked widely.
“Seems the love birds have made up.” he cheerfully sang. “Beautiful love bite.
Didn’t know Stan had it in him.”
Stan flushed. His face becoming redder and redder with every second that
passed.
“Um, well…I, um…” his mouth gapped.
Kyle frowned deeply. He glared at the blonde standing next to him, and snorted
loudly.
“Shut up Kenny. Stop being such a pervert.” he huffed loudly and rolled his
eyes.
Kenny laughed, and bounced on his feet.
“Aww. My baby growing up. Well, I mean he did bang you many times before he got
out. But he ever marked you. Aww, Stanley finally grow his balls and marked
Kyle-Ba as his.” he teased.
Kyle’s face turned beef red. His cheeks turning crimson.
Leopold felt his lips crushed together into a thin line. He wasn’t surprised
men had sex and shit in prison, but he was more surprised that something like
‘love’ might exist in prison.
He didn’t know if Stan and Kyle had it, but judging from the little he had
seen, they might like one another a lot. Cared for each other.
“McCormick. You’ve been a good boy?” Chef chuckled.
He stared down at the blonde with a smirk.
Kenny shrugged at him and crossed his arms behind his head.
“You mean have I jumped fatass yet? The answer is no. I haven’t seen him since
yesterday morning.” he grumbled.
Kenny’s lips twitching into a small smirk.
Chef snorted, and rolled his eyes. He whistled a tune as he checked the cube
behind them before returning.
“Seems everything is in order.” He muttered.
With that, the guard moved onto another cube.
Leopold blinked confusingly. He quivered a little, and rubbed his hands
together. He stared after the man in silence, watching as he moved onto another
cube and after five minutes, moved onto another and another.
“See Buttercup. You panicked for no reason.” Kenny said comforting.
Kenny looped an arm around Leopold’s shoulder. He pulled him in close to his
body.
Kyle and Stan glanced at each other confusingly.
Why was the newbie scared of inspection for?
They eyed the mute man in silence.
Leopold looked tensed and nervous. However it seemed he was relaxing.
Stan wanted to ask, but bite his lip. He knew Leopold wasn’t going to talk
either way.
“I’m starving. Can we go get dinner now?” he piped loudly.
His stomach growled as if to agree with his words.
Leopold frowned. He was sure the dinner serves wasn’t until 5:30. That was in
an hour. It was too early to go to the cafeteria.
Noticing the confusion, Kyle faced the shorter man. Oh yes, he realized, he
liked that he was taller. Finally somebody shorter than himself.
“Two of our friends work in the kitchen. We’re allowed to eat with them.” he
explained.
More people?
Of course.
Kenny had mentioned four others. Leopold sighed under his breath. He really
wasn’t good at meeting people. Today had been pushing it. Most of his time he
had been locked up alone.
“Don’t worry Buttercup. They’re friendly.” Kenny grinned.
He practically skipped when the guards released them. Allowed them to leave and
shit. He kicked himself off the wall, and waved at Chef on his way out.
Kyle rolled his eyes.
“Yeah. Friendly is not how I would describe them.” he muttered softly.
“Well. One of them is…” Stan muttered.
But he seemed to still be reeling from his make out session with Kyle. He
seemed more than just a little happy. He was practically glowing.
Leopold wondered if they had a quickie.
Did they have sex, or was it just a little teasing.
Leopold didn’t have much time to pounder it, as Kenny grabbed his arm and broke
him out of his thoughts. Leopold jumped, startled in sudden shock.
“Let’s go eat Buttercup!” Kenny cheerfully said.
He decided to ignore how the other had acted. Kenny tugged him along with the
three of them.
Kyle looked back at Leopold with cool green eyes. He pulled at his turtle neck
to cover the love bite after a few inmates had cat whistled at him.
“Hey. Um Butters. You’re new right? So you haven’t been to commissary yet. I
need to go later on today, er, do you want to come with me?” he asked
awkwardly.
Leopold stared at the taller man. His blue eyes frozen as if ice had coated the
eyeball. His head was a little tilted to the side while he quietly watched him.
Commissary.
The place an inmate would go to buy things to survive. He didn’t need anything,
nor did he want anything.
He had blood money. Guilty money.
After a few seconds, he shook his head.
Kyle pouted but shrugged. “Suit yourself then.”
“Are you sure Buttercup?” Kenny asked.
Kenny had overheard, or more likely been ear dropping. He had seen what Leopold
had brought into cube, and it really wasn’t anything. Hardly anything, only the
normal supplies Chef gave out.  
Leopold shrugged again. He really didn’t care. He couldn’t bring himself to
care. He wasn’t going to touch that money.
He didn’t care if he got letter after letter, from his family. He gave no shit
if they put 100 bucks into his bank once a week, or once a month.
Leopold had an idea of how much was in his bank since the last time he looked
at his bank statement.
He knew he had a lot, and probably was considered rich. Because he never used
it, just let it grow and grow.
Fuck them. He didn’t want their help at all. He was fine.
Obviously Stan and Kyle was starting to catch on that something wasn’t quite
right with their newbie. Both shared another look, only this time with Kenny.
The three was confused, and worried at the same time.
Normally they gave no shit to the new inmates. Normally they wouldn’t take
another person in so quickly, it had been the same group for the past couple of
months or years.
Leopold was the only person they had accepted into their group. Both men had
been confused at how quickly Kenny had taken the blonde in, as Kenny ignored
everyone.
He had really changed since back then, during the first few years when he
chased many newbies for a ‘good time’ and shit.
Stan and Kyle had been confused. They wondered who Leopold was, and why Kenny
had become so invested in the young blonde so quickly.
However they was starting to figure it out. Something was different about
Leopold. He was different. He was strangely a mystery.
Kyle and Stan found themselves sharing the same curiosity as their other
friend.
Leopold once again thought about skipping dinner, but found his impending
hunger eventually won him over.
He stepped into the cafeteria, and glanced around. It was strange. There was a
small group of people up in the far corner playing cards, most black people
Leopold noticed.
“Don’t daydream like that Buttercup. You’ll give them the wrong idea.” Kenny
chimed.
Kenny grabbed his wrist and tugging on him gentle.
“Then we’ll all be in trouble.” he chuckled.
Leopold blushed and quickly ripped his eyes from the table. He followed after
Kenny, awkwardly looking at the ground as he walked.
He found himself being lead towards the same table again. It must be their
table. Leopold realized. It must belong to them, to Kenny, Kyle and he guessed
Stan to.
Probably the other four Kenny had talked about before.
Leopold stared blankly at nothing in particular. He lined up behind Kyle, with
Kenny bring up the rear. It took barely five seconds to get his dinner food.
His tray shook a little in his hands, as he sat down. He stared at the food.
Truthfully, it was a lot better than yesterday. It didn’t look gross or shit.
Mash potatoes, broccoli and finally something that looked awfully lot like meat
loath.
He scooped a small spoon of potatoes into his mouth.
It was salty, and Leopold liked his food salty so he didn’t mind it much.
He kept the spoon in his mouth and stared at his meal thoughtfully.
Leopold shrugged to himself, and smoothed out his mash potatoes, and began to
stick his broccoli along the potatoes.
He decided to play with his food. To distract himself from his nervous. He made
a small forest, before crushing up the meat loath and patting it along the
potatoes so it looked mud.
“You’re supposed to be eating Buttercup.” Kenny suddenly spoke.
Kenny noticed Leopold was playing with his food rather than eating.
Leopold shrugged to himself once again.
Stan frowned. He sat down across from Leopold, with Kyle following.
“Dude. You’re pretty creative huh.” he muttered in awe.
“So what? He doesn’t eat either then?” Kyle asked.
He munched on a salted broccoli. He raised an eyebrow while watching the small
blonde.
Kyle had to admit it was one of the weirdest things he had seen in Prison. He
can see why Kenny was so fascinated with the kid.
“What? Is my cooking not good enough for him then?”
A tray slammed onto the metal table.
The pressure made it shake, and dark eyes glared down at the small blonde.
Another man sat down on the other side of Kyle.
Leopold glanced up at him and realized it was the same guy had he had seen
earlier this morning. He was tall, with high cheek bones.
Rather bony, and thin. Dark, messy curls hanged over his eyes a little. His
hair had a little brown hair sticking out, with dark brown eyes glaring out
from the milky skin. His lips curled together and he made a small growl.
“Relax Craig.” Kenny chuckled.
He rolled his eyes at the man, and snorted loudly, but still had that smile on
his face.
Craig huffed, and turned his dark gaze onto his the shaggy haired man’s face.
“Fuck off Kenny. You know how hard I fucking work in that kitchen.” he said.
Craig short the middle finger up at the blonde.
Kenny rolled his eyes.
“Hey. Don’t flip me off!” he shot back. “You asshole!”
“Guys. Craig. Calm down. It isn’t your cooking, he didn’t eat breakfast or
dinner last night.” Stan said with a tired tone of voice. “You wasn’t cooking
yesterday. I think it’s just food in general.”
Craig reeled back.
He turned his glare back to Leopold, and stared him down.
Said blonde sheepishly shrugged and spooned a large helping of the mashed
potatoes into his mouth. He nervously shifted on the metal long bench.
The glare was clue to Leopold’s face.
After what felt hours, but really was a few second Craig seemed to be satisfied
and turned away. His eyes snapped to Stan and snorted loudly.
“So the rumours are true then. You was dumb enough to return, huh.” he grumbled
loudly.
Stan shrugged. “That’s what people keep telling me.”
Kyle rolled his eyes, but kept his mouth shut.
He simply focused on eating his vegetables.
Honestly he wasn’t to ken on meat or, really potatoes. However he loved
vegetables, which is why Kyle was the one to get bigger helpings of the
vegetables than anyone else.
He was also the one who received the smallest portions of the other things.
Kyle liked it that way honestly.
“Well when more than one person tells you something, it normally means
something.” Craig muttered with a shake of his head.
Kenny sighed to himself. He did not want to see more of his friends fight.
“Gee Craig. Why you so crumby today? Did Tweak not give you any last night?” he
smirked teasingly.
He felt such satisfaction when Craig almost chocked on his own potatoes.  
“Fuck you Kenny.” Craig growled after coughing.
Craig once again throw his middle finger at the blonde.
Leopold stared at the new man.
He tried to memorize everything about him. He seemed rather scary, but then
again who in this damn prison wasn’t?
He wondered who Tweak is. Was he like Kyle? But to this Craig dude.
Craig grunted and turned on the bench. His eyes turned to look at the kitchen
doors, awaiting worriedly. He stayed quiet, and he seemed slightly worried,
however he relaxed when somebody pushed the door opens.
Rather scatty, and gritty man slowly walked to the table.
“Do you want me to take your tray?” Craig asked surprisingly kind, and gentle.
His lips twitched upward in a coldish smile.
A man that was roughly the same height of Craig, maybe a slightly shorter. He
had longish sandy blonde hair that was stuck out in all directions.
Not like Kyles or Kenny’s messy hair, but extremely messy hair. He had large
blue eyes hidden behind long eyelashes. He was twitching uncontrollable and
dragged his left leg slowly.
“N-No. Gha. I got, gha, it.” the blonde said.
His voice shaky, and bitching as he spoke. He slowly lowered himself next to
Craig, and the dark haired man immediately put an arm around his shaky
shoulders.
The twitchy blonde leant into him. He seemed to take great comfort in his
embrace.
He nervously looked around himself, glancing between himself, Craig and the
others.
His large shaky blue eyes paused on the newest member of the group, and he let
out a soft shaky sound as he stared at Leopold plate.
“O-Oh. Gha! W-Whose t-this, gha!” The blonde questioned.
He bounced on the metal bench a little, trembling a little.
Craig went to answer him, but found his voice dying in his throat. He didn’t
have an answer. He snapped his dark glare at Kenny to explain.
Kenny grinned so brightly, and widely that he showed a little of his teeth.
“Well! This here is my new roomie. Butters!” Kenny introduced.
Kenny wrapped an arm around Leopold’s shoulders. “Buttercup, this is Craig and
Tweak! Two more members of our loving family.”
Craig snorted, and rolled his eyes. Truthfully, he trusted the blonde judgement
despite what people thought of their relationship.
Craig trusted him greatly, because Kenny had saved Tweak many times over. He
glanced at the small blonde, and nodded to him.
“Alright. Butters. Welcome to our dead end family.” he said in an emotionless
tone of voice.
Leopold lifted his head to look at the man.
He looked between Craig and Tweak thoughtfully.
Judging from the way the two was leaning close to one another, and Craig had a
protective arm around Tweak, Leopold figured it was safe to assume they was
like Stan and Kyle.
The two had a relationship maybe? Probably?
“Butters doesn’t talk.” Kyle explained.
Kyle swallowed the broccoli. He reached for a napkin, and rather decently he
cleaned his mouth so he could drink his juice.
Craig raised an eyebrow and stared at the blonde.
“Seriously? Ha. Reminds me of you Kenny, you know, when we all was kids.” he
said in a mock like voice.
Kenny rolled his eyes.
“Guys. I did talk. You just couldn’t hear me.” he pouted.
He had become slightly annoyed that everyone kept forgetting that one important
fact.
“Oh, gha, yeah! Gha! I r-remember!” Tweak chuckled.
He shakily spooned a little potato into his mouth.
Stan’s eyes flashes and he looked at Kenny with a smile.
“I remember. He wore that coat!” he said proudly.
Leopold lifted his head. He looked around their faces before turning to peer at
the blonde next to him. He found himself becoming interested in all of this.
“Shit.” Craig began, and snorted even louder than before. A small smirk on his
face.
“That’s right. He wore an orange coat, right?” he added.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “It was a parka.”
Kenny groaned, and shook his head.
“Sorry that I wasn’t as rich as you guys. Besides, it was my elder brother’s.
He passed it down to me.” he murmured with his lips forming a pout.
“We know dude. We’re just teasing you.” Stan chuckled. “If you worry so much,
you’ll form wrinkles.”
Leopold clocked his head to the side.
He was able to form an image of a younger Kenny in his mind from the photo…
Dressed in an oversized orange parka, with a black ringed hoodie that was up
all the time. Muffling his voice. His chest tightened a little as he thought
about him.
So Kenny was the small kid in the photo. He was really cute.
Strangely, Leopold felt a sense of familiarity. Almost like he had seen the
small boy in orange before.
Leopold stared at the table. At the people at the table…oddly his mind was able
to transform them all into almost younger version of themselves.
A green hat. A red puff-ball hat. A scarf. He could almost see it perfectly
before it disappeared.
Odd.
He shrugged to himself, and returned his attention to the plate.
“Okay. So this, Butters, doesn’t talk or eat?” Craig spoke.
He looked at Leopold thoughtfully.
“He seems more interested in turning it into a forest, then putting it into his
stomach…” he grumbled darkly.
“Well his name is actually Leopold Stotch. But you know Kenny.” Stan always
explained.
Stan looked across at the smaller man. He watched in amusement. He had never
seen anybody ever do what Leopold is doing. Making a forest with his food? Even
in a place like this, prison.
Kyle shrugged.
“Butters is a weird man. I guess that’s why Kenny likes him.” he hummed. “But
yeah. He doesn’t talk, and doesn’t eat much either.”
“Speaking off, how is that coming along Kenny?” Stan smirked.
Stan turned his head to look at the shaggy haired blonde.
Kenny looked up at Stan. His blue eyes flickered, and flashes as he turned to
look at Leopold.
“I’m working on it.” Kenny said. “How about we extend our deal.”
Stan chuckled, and shook his head.
“I’m not that dumb Kenny. I knew you wouldn’t have gotten him warmed up to you
this quickly. No matter what you say.” he grinned.
His lips pulling into a crooked and cunning smile.
“Damnit.”
Kyle’s eyes flickered.
“Wait. Wait. What’s going on?” he asked.
He looked at between Stan and Kenny. Not just Kyle was curious either, but so
was the other two at the table.
Kenny groaned. His head flopped forward, and held his head between his hands.
His fingers threated through his golden curls.
Kenny sighed. “Fuck. My scrambled eggs, dude.”
Stan laughed. “We just made a deal is all. If Kenny can get Butters talking by
the end of the day, if not, then I get his breakfast for a week.” he said quite
happily.
Everyone knew what his favourite meal of the day anyway. What the raven haired
man loved to eat the most.
“That’s a little mean, isn’t it?” Kyle snapped in his high pitched tone of
voice.
He turned to look at Leopold. “Are you okay with this, Butters?”
Leopold looked up at the ginger haired man. He blinked slowly, before he
shrugged.
He didn’t care.
He might be comfortable with Kenny, and found himself becoming fascinated with
the blonde. There was no way in hell Kenny was going to make him utter a word.
Not after the last punishment he got for even talking.
“I want to be in on this bet.” Craig suddenly said with a smirk.
Kyle munched on his last broccoli. He felt sadness fill him as he really loved
broccoli, and all vegetables.
He turned his eyes to the tray next to him, and tried to keep his lips from
smirking as he sneaked a broccoli from Stan’s tray.
Not that Stan would mind honestly.
Broccoli was his least favourite.
“I want in too.” Kyle said after a while.
Kenny snapped his head around He stared at them with frantic blue eyes and his
jaw dropped.
“What? Seriously? Then at least let me have a longer time period!” he all but
begged.
The three men shared a look with one another.
“Alright.” they said at once.
They all spoke together after a few seconds of silence.
Kyle leant forward and tapped his fingers on the metal table.
“Alright. You can have a month. A month to make Butters talk. But if you can’t
and we win, you have to buy me any book I want from commissary.” He said.
Kenny sighed, but nodded. That was fair. Besides, books wasn’t that expensive.
He could afford a book or two on his salary. Besides, he works too. He
shrugged, and nodded once again.
“Alright. That is fair.” He grimaced.
“I’ll let you know what I want when we win.” Craig shrugged to himself, and
turned back to his food.
Kenny clicked his tongue, and rolled his blue eyes once again. He groaned to
himself, and looked at Leopold.
His Butters, his Buttercup. There was no way he could lose now. He was going to
have Leopold talking by the end of the week. He is determined to it.
“You still want my breakfast?” Kenny asked.
He turned his attention to the raven haired man next to Kyle. He nodded in
return.
Kenny tapped his fingers against the table top.
“Fine. If I win, and I have Buttercup singing like a tulip by the end of the
week. I want all of your puddings!” he said.
Kenny’s voice bellowing out, and echoing around the cafeteria.
“Shocking.” Craig snorted but still had that tiny smile on his face. “You sure
you don’t want to get in on this too?”
Tweak glanced up with large meekly eyes.
“Gha. N-No! I am g-good gha!” he squealed out.
Leopold watched as they all talked. Laughed to one another, it was strange
really. Just watching the group of them laugh, and joke around with each other.
Like a real family. They had talked about when Kenny was young, which made
Leopold believe the five of them had grown up together. Grown up on the same
block.
They really were family. How weird.
He shook his head. Leopold turned away, and sighed softly under his breath.
Strangely it was nice to see, in a place like this.
In prison. Leopold honestly wasn’t expecting this.
Leopold suddenly snapped out of his thoughts.
He felt a chill run up his spin, and he turned his head to the side when the
table shifted so much that he thought he would slide right off it.
He winced a little, and spun his head around to peer at the large mass sitting
next to Stan. Panting with a face of sickly, sweaty red.
When had he appeared? Where did he come from?
Kenny grabbed onto Leopold’s arm. Preventing him from sliding right down from
the sudden shock.
“Damnit fatass. You really need to start cutting down!” Kyle snapped at the
unnamed man.
The man was rather terrifying. He was massive.
Much bigger than all of the men put together. He was more round, with rolls of
skin poking out from the clothes he wore. He had musky brown hair that stuck to
his skin, it looked rather greasy and vile. He didn’t wash, but he needed to.
That was obvious, he smelled beyond bad.
Leopold felt his throat tighten and close up a little with disgust.
He smelled gross.
His hands twitched and he reached up, covering his nose with his face becoming
white.
If he wasn’t hungry before, he definitely wasn’t now.
“Oi! You fucking Jew! Nobody asked for your opinion, Kahl!” the man growled.
His voice shrilly like a pig, bouncing off the walls.
Kyle snorted loudly. He rolled his green eyes, and huffed loudly.
“It’s my opinion when you’re coursing troubles, you fucking fatso!” Kyle
snapped back.
“I’m not fucking fat, Kahl!” the large man yelled back. His voice was so loud
that Leopold winced and covered his ears. “You fucking JewRat! All Jews are
fucking little rats!”
“Do not belittle my people, you fucking asshole!” Kyle snapped in pure anger.
Leopold blinked. He glanced between the two nervously, his stomach tightens
anxiously. He did not like this man, especially the way he was able to upset
Kyle so quickly.
Obviously seeing how upset the red haired man had become, Stan gently took his
hand and tightly pressed their fingers together.
“For fuck sake, you fags really like to stick together huh?” the man grumbled
in disgust.
He shook his fat head. His skin wiggling as he moved his head.
Craig growled. He seemed to take the insult more personal than the others.
“Fuck you Cartman. Go fuck that little twerk you got following you.” he hissed.
His eyes narrowedg as he searched for the poor kid the fat fuck had grabbed
hold of.
“Yeah asshole. You insult us for being gay and shit, when you’ve got a prag. A
little bitch.” Kenny hissed through clenched teeth.
Many times he had tried to help the poor kid, but most of the time the fucker
was able to talk his way out of it and get Kenny thrown into the shoe for 90
odd days.
Kenny had given up after that.
“It’s Eric! You know that! Call me Cartman again, and you’ll be sucking my
dick! ” Cartman growled at Craig.
He sounded much like a pig then then before, flitting his cold eyes to meet the
deadly glare of Craig.
Cartman smirked. “We all know how much you like cock now don’t we.”
Craig snorted and shook his head.
He decided not to answer the man and instead focus on his food. Not before
trying to comfort the shaking blonde next to him. Tweak did not like being
around Cartman.
Seeing that he was not getting the reaction he wanted, Cartman frowned so
deeply that his skin around his cheek fluttered.
“What about you Tweak? Fancy joining me for some fun. I’ve got two pocket’s
remember.” he growled out in a low voice.
He licked his lips rather disgustingly.
“N-No gha, thank you…” Tweak whined in shaky voice.
He shook his head and buried his face into Craig’s shoulder. He refused to look
in Cartman’s direction.
Cartman rolled his eyes, and turned away from the twitchy blonde. His dark eyes
was beady from the thick skin around them.
They turned to look at the small blonde Kenny had pressed to his side.
It’s been years since Kenny had taken a prag. So he doubted that is who this
man was.
“Don’t tell me you’re following those fags, Kinny?” Cartman laughed.
He stuck his fat nose up. He eyed the small blonde.
Kenny glared at Cartman and crushed his teeth together.
“Forget it, asshole.” he hissed in return.
His eyes becoming slits, and looking rather scary in fact.
Cartman stared with tiny eyes at Leopold. He just stared with dark intention
before snorting and shaking his head.
“Fine. Whatever. Give me your food, you shouldn’t waste it like that.” he
grumbled, and reached out with grabbing hands for the plate. “Fucking
ridiculous that is.”
Leopold immediately leant away. He slide his arms off the table, and just let
the rather fat and scary man to take his forest made out of food.
He didn’t even make a sound as Cartman dragged it to him.
“Dude!” Stan frowned deeply, and shook his head.
Kyle’s hands twitched. “He needs to eat fatass!”
Cartman rolled his eyes, and shrugged. “Then he shouldn’t have played with it!
Besides, all pansies are supposed to give me their food!”
“Bullshit.” Craig snorted out, with a shake of his head.
Cartman sighed. He rolled his eyes dramatically, and turned to look Leopold in
the eyes.
“You want it back? Then you’ll help me.” he snickered.
He got angry glares from the other men at the table.
“He shouldn’t have to do anything for you, asshole.” Kenny growled in Leopold’s
defence. “It is his food to begin with.”
Cartman glared back at the blonde in return.
“What? He can’t talk for himself?” he said and leant in close.
He would have moved right into Leopold’s face if Kenny didn’t pull the other
blonde closer to his die.
“If you really must know, no, he can’t.” Kenny growled. “He doesn’t talk. Now
fuck off.”
Cartman huffed loudly. “It’s a free country Kinny. I can sit wherever I like!”
“T-Technically, it’s not, gha, a free country for us, gha, anymore…” Tweak
muttered softly.
However his voice was heard by everyone at the words, and chuckled in
amusement.
Cartman on the other hand, glared at the blonde. However he didn’t say anything
to the twitchy blonde as Craig was glaring at him.
Kyle rolled his eyes. He pinched the bridge of nose and snorted. “For fuck
sake. What do you want Cartman?”
Cartman hissed through clenched teeth. “Eric. My name is Eric, Kahl. You of all
people should know that, you sneaky little Jew!”
“Fine! Eric what the fuck do you want?” Kenny yelled this time.
Kenny gained his attention, with an angry tusk.
“I need your help. Thorn’s pretty scared by my higher status over him, so I
think he’s going to be getting some fuck buddies to help him gang rape me or
something. Which means I need to do it first. Now, I know you guys are like
totally gay and don’t care about anyone but yourselves, but I need you to get
your heads out of your asses and help a brother out.” he began in a deep voice.
His voice started too bombed around the hall, but near the end he lowered his
voice with a shrug.
“You just need to be a part of my gang so we can rape him. It’s not a big
deal.” he finished.
Kenny stared in shock. He placed hand to his face, and sighed loudly. “Are you
fucking serious?”
“Why the fuck would Thorn be scared of you?” Kyle asked.
Kyle’s eyebrows pulling together, and making a deep tired sound from the back
of his throat.
Cartman rolled his eyes, and waved his hands. As if to gestured to his glory
self.
“Isn’t it obvious? I have shit.” He bellowed out.
Craig snorted at that, and rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah. He is so jealous of
that.”
“Fuck off Craig.” Cartman said. “Are you guys going to help me or not?”
The dark haired man looked back over at him, and smirked widely. Craig leant
forward, using his body to block the fat fucker’s view of Tweak.
“There’s no way we’d rape anybody just so you could maintain your faggy little
popularity.” he said.
Thorn was a lot smarter than that, besides…Craig knew the man wouldn’t risk
Pirrup being hurt over Cartman.
“Fine, fine, I get the idea.” Cartman sniffed.
He tried to show them how hurt he was.
Leopold stared at him with unmoving eyes. He felt something else was off with
the group.
He noted they wasn’t just disgusted with him, but even angrier with him.
“You’re an idiot.” Kyle suddenly said with a shake of his head.
As if he couldn’t believe what Cartman had just been speaking? He looked rather
pale and sickly too.
Kenny let out a low snort of laughter. “You really are a dumb fuck. Damien
Thorn is one of our friends. He’s in our group, stupid!”
Leopold’s eyes flickered in realization.
No wonder they looked angry. Cartman wanted them to attack one of their own.
Cartman’s face twisted.
“What? Since when?” he bellowed out.
He sat up with his back arched. His eyes blinked forcibly, and hissed through
clenched teeth.
“Yeah guys. Since when?” Stan asked clueless.
He turned his head to look at the others. They all stared back at him in
amusement.
Kyle mouthed to him that he’d explain later, to which Stan nodded.
“What about me? I’m your friend!” Cartman squawked. “Don’t help your friend
Eric. It’s not like he’s ever listened to our retarded problems anyway or kept
us company.”
Craig snorted loudly once again, and rolled his eyes.
“You are not our friend. You will never be our friend, and have never been our
friend. Besides, that is right. You never helped us. Nor did we want you to.”
Craig said.
Cartman gapped. His lips opening and shut like a fish. His eyes swirled with
shock, and he whined loudly. He was unsure of what to say or do.
He never expected his friends to trade him in for Thorn.
Damien Thorn of all fucking people.
“Fine! Be that way! I don’t want your fucking friendship anyway!” he cried out
like a child.
He stomped his foot a little. Cartman then turned away, he seemed to be ready
to storm off when he paused. He looked down at Leopold.
Cartman tried to smile rather innocently.
“What’re you in for, baby face?” He asked rather cockily.
Leopold blinked once and then twice. He didn’t make any signs of believing the
fat man, nor did he make any signs of letting the man know anything about him.
Instead, he shrugged and looked down.
This seemed to piss Cartman off.
Obviously Cartman wasn’t used to people, especially people that looked and
acted like Leopold.
“Whatever! You all will regret this! All of you!” Cartman squawked over his
shoulder.
He slammed his feet against the floor as he walked.
Kenny waited until Cartman had finally left the cafeteria. He turned to
Leopold, and gently placed an arm around his shoulder.
“Jesus Buttercup. Relax. The fat fucking asshole throws fits like that all the
time. He’s like a man baby.” Kenny said.
“That’s an understatement.” Kyle groaned.
Kyle rolling his eyes and Leopold felt the man had a lot of trouble with
Cartman. He truly felt for him.
“He is a homophobic, Nazi and childish bigot. Talks about us being fags and
shit, when he’s banging a poor kid behind all our backs.” He said.
Leopold blinked worriedly.
He was banging, or raping? He wondered to himself, but kept his head down.
“Who?” Craig sneered.
Craig twirled his head around to look at the man with wide blazing eyes.
Kyle shrugged. “Some ginger kid. He came in last month. I tried to help him,
warn him and shit but he didn’t listen to me. You know the fat fucking asshole.
He pulls this mask shit and gets whatever he wants.”
“Wait. Ginger. Seriously?” Stan pipped up in shock.
Cartman had always moaned about gingers, ever since they was kids it’s kind of
funny that his prag was ginger.
Kyle chuckled himself. “Fucking unbelievable right?”
“Yeah.” Stan trailed off.
Leopold frowned to himself.
Cartman had thrown his forest into the bin on the way out.
Now he felt sad, which was stupid considering this all. He sadly ran a hand
through his hair, and grumbled under his breath.
He was tired, and wanted to sleep now. He wanted to go to bed.
“That fucking asshole. I really hate this, like you don’t believe.” Kyle
hissed.
His fists shook a little, and he shifted on the spot. “Remember when the
asshole convinced the whole town that I was evil? That I caused 911? All
because I’m Jewish.”
Stan smiled comforting, and pulled the furious messy haired man to him.
“Yeah. But nobody really believed him. He was full shit anyway.” he said
softly, and kissed along the edge of his neck.
Stan pressed butterfly kisses along the skin.
It was rather sickly cute.
“Ha. Remember when he took photos of my mum naked? He then spread the photos
around town, made a documentary and a fucking music video!” Craig growled out.
His lips curled apart, and he revealed his teeth. They was rather sharpish.
Scary like.
Tweak shook, but wrapped his arms around his neck. Cupping his hands across
Craig’s face to pull him to face him.
“B-But gha, e-everyone finally forgot it, gha. She even got compensation, gha,
from-from the, gha, P-President.” he said with a small weary smile.
“Yeah. I guess she did.” Craig sighed, and leant forward.
Craig pressed his lip briefly to Tweaks.
Leopold watched the two couples thoughtfully. The four of them are couples,
right? He wondered to himself, and bites at his bottom lip.
He’ll admit he never expected to see real relationship coupled in prison, maybe
fuck buddies, or toys, or some shit.
But not this. It was cute. Really cute.
The small blonde turned his attention around to look up at Kenny.
Did he have a boyfriend or lover too? Was he gay? Did he have a girlfriend on
the outside?
He wondered what Cartman had to Kenny? Cartman must have done a lot of fucked
up shit.
Cartman must have committed a lot of things to piss off all these people.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Leopold woke up the next morning in one of the worst moods of his life.
He had nightmares again. The nightmares had kept him from being his usual
cheery morning self, too tired and sore to attempt relaxation.
While he had adapted to sleeping curled up in a ball during the night, he wake
with a sore ache in his neck.
He had woken during the night, last at night with darkness swirling around him
to soft sounds. Leopold wasn’t stupid and knew what exactly the sounds was.
Somebody was either beating off, or playing with another person. Leopold didn’t
want to think about, and had tried to ignore it to go back to sleep.
Leopold had woken up with his throat sore, his eyes again swollen, his nose
rubbed raw, and every muscle in his body was aching from the stiff mattress.
However unlike before, Leopold waken up with no sun rays in his face. He laid
numbly for a few seconds upon realizing there was no window in his cube.
The first thing he noticed was that Kenny was still asleep. Laid spread eagle,
arms and legs hanging of his bed.
He could hear the soft snores from other inmates around.
Leopold had snuck his head out, and slowly began to make his way to the
showers.
He hugged his beachy clothes to his chest, along with the see through back of
wash supplies. They was old, from St. Mary Cross. He knew, he might have to buy
new supplies soon, as much as he wished he didn’t have to.
He probably would have to use the money. Just a little.
St. Andrew Park doesn’t restock the normal living supplies like St. Mary Cross
does.
He shuffled his way to the showers. He wrinkled his nose at the condition of
the cold tiles around him. However it looks like there had been attempts at
cleaning the floor, still a lot better than St Mary Cross.
Leopold shivered. He wallowed and rubbed his nose. He was butt naked again.
Unlike yesterday, he found two men in the shower. He was a little nervous, but
once again they was on either sides of the room.
The blonde jumped, almost jumped right out of his skin when a hand touched his
shoulder.
“Ah. Sorry.” a familiar voice said.
Leopold blinked uncontrollable. He snapped his head around and stared with
frantic eyes. He let out a dry sigh of breath.
Kyle.
His new next door neighbour, and one of the newest people had meet.
“Um. You’re an early riser too?” he said.
Kyle was awkward with talking with people just as him.  
Kyle shifted under the showerhead.
He glanced up at the head, and finally twisted the blocky handle. Kyle hummed
and let out a soft moan from the warm water..
Kyle used the bar of soap he had brought to clean his body. His gorgeous
crimson curls had fallen to hang just underneath his jaw. 
Even wet he looked sexy...
Leopold had to look away before he was caught staring... 
Leopold awkwardly washed himself. The water no way near as hot as Kyle’s, but
it still had a little steam flitter from his head. He glanced just a little
over at Kyle, and would have blushed if his face wasn’t already red from the
hot water.
Kyle had other love bites upon his body. His milky white skin highlighted the
reddish, brownish marks. It looked like Stan had maybe kept the messy haired
man up through the night. Leopold’s face became redder, and he finally turned
away with his head down.
Was the sounds that had woken Leopold up during night…
...was they Stan and Kyle?
How embarrassing.
“If you don’t want to be ogled at during the shower, then you might want to
hurry up. I figured out after the first week that if you stay in the shower to
long, you'll be forced to put on a rather embarrassing show.” Kyle explained.
Kyle switched off his shower. He stepped away.
However it was bearable.
He had Stan, and the other boys from his block.
Leopold didn't...
Maybe someday he would...?
Leopold blinked a little. He glanced around himself nervously before scrubbing
at his skin, working effortlessly to make his skin clean enough. It took a few
minutes before he finally switched the water off. He almost slipped across the
tiles. He shook with pain, and struggled to keep himself up probably.
The two of them dressed quickly in matching beachy suits. Leopold shifted on
his feet, and rubbed his eyes. They stun from the shampoo that had seeped into
his eyes. It hurt. It stung, and made the burn. His eyes was slightly red and
itchy.
“Butters. Are you sure you don’t want to go to commissary?” Kyle asked.
He clocked his head to the side, while rubbing a stripy towel on his face. “I
can take you if you want.”
Leopold clicked his tongue. He pulled his towel from his head and glanced
almost shyly at the red haired man. He shook his head, which coursed Kyle
frown.
“Well alright then.” Kyle muttered. “Come on. The others are probably showering
now. Let’s go save our table. If we don’t get there soon, some other fucker
will claim it.”
The short blonde gazed at Kyle. He clocked his head to the side, and finally
nodded. He had to rush after the other man, as for a short guy, Kyle had some
damn long legs.
Eventually, Leopold sat in the same place had sat the night before. His
backside touching the very same spot on the beaten up metal bench. He didn’t
really think about picking another, he had been sitting in the same spot since
he had got there. Kyle however, decided to sit next to him. As if to hopefully
warm up to him, and to give the blonde company.
Leopold choked slightly as the orange juice stung his sore throat but feeling
comfort from the familiar taste. He picked at the food in front of him as he
always did. The metal beaten up tray sat between his hands as he moved the
scrambled eggs around. Unlike yesterday they looked creamy and fluffy. As if
whoever cooked them had done them probably this time.
“You really don’t eat, huh?” a familiar emotionless voice said.
Kyle nodded in greeting to the dark haired man.
Craig sat down opposite to Leopold. He spooned a mouthful of eggs into his
mouth, and groaned to himself. “You know Tweak. You’re amazing at cooking
eggs.” he muttered softly.
“Yeah Tweak. You never seem to spoil a single egg.” Kyle agreed with a small
smile.
Tweak blushed. He slowly came to sit down across from Kyle, and rested against
Craig’s side. His head resting on his shoulder. His messy blonde hair
practically shined in the dim light above them, with large blue eyes nervously
shifting side to side.
“O-Oh. Thanks g-guys.” he meekly said.
Leopold stared at him thoughtfully. Unlike yesterday, Tweak wasn’t as jumpy or
twitchy. He looked more comfortable, and relaxed. Leopold glanced around the
cafeteria and realized it must be because there was hardly nobody in the hall.
Other than two crippled men across from them.
He tapped his fingers on the table, and after a few seconds, Leopold shrugged
to himself. He took a small spoon of the eggs and slide them into his mouth.
Like all food, it was difficult to get down his throat but he was able to bear
it with the orange juice he had chosen today. Even if said juice was just as
hard to drink.
Leopold had to admit the scrambled eggs tasted great. The whites and yolks
stirred perfectly with the right amulet of force.
Fluffy, and full of life. They was just so creamy that it melted on the tongue.
The blonde blinked slowly, it had been a long time since he got to taste
something that good. It was almost too good to be true.
“Hey. Check it, Butters’ eating.” Stan suddenly said. Appearing out of nowhere
and sitting on the other side of Craig with a cheery smile. A smile that
screamed he had a good night, and Kyle flushing red confirmed it.
Leopold blushed himself. He sucked on the top of spoon, it hanged between his
lips just a little. He nervously looked down, and shuddered.
It made Tweak pleased it seemed. He glowed with his lips pulled into a small
smile. Frankly, Leopold didn’t realize he was being watched. He only had a few
small spoon full. As much as his throat and stomach would allow him.
“Chill dude.” the rather moody raven haired many across from him spoke. His
head tilted downward while munched on the eggs.
“Tweak likes to cook. It somehow is able to calm him, especially when somebody
likes it.”
Leopold furiously blinks. He glanced at Tweak, and inhaled sharply. He bowed
his head to the other blonde, and hopped he got the silent message. The message
of, ‘I like the food’.
“Oh. Gha. I’m h-happy you l-like it.” Tweak said with a glowing face. He shook
a little, and Leopold realized it was because more inmates started to enter the
large hall.
Suddenly another tray slammed down, and a rather giddy body plopped sown at his
side. Kenny grinned widely, with his legs pumping underneath the bench.
“Shit dude. You scared me.” Stan yelped, and looked at his friend with
unwavering eyes.
Kenny grinned so widely that his blue eyes twinkled. “Damn son. You look like
shit.” he said sarcastically but with a teasingly chuckle.
Stan blushed. He rolled his eyes, and hunched his shoulders.
“Ah~ Make up sex is always the best. I remember those.” Kenny teased.
He glanced between Stan and Kyle. He had a shit eating grin on his face, and
snorted rather loudly when Kyle avoided his eyes. The ginger haired man had a
tiny timid smile on his lips.
Leopold almost chocked on the eggs when Kenny spoke. Truthfully, he was still
tender and bashful when it comes to sex. However with how sore his throat was
in general, hardly no sound came from him, only a small hitch. Leopold would be
surprised if anybody even heard him.
Stan sighed, and lifted his head. His eyes scanned the hall with a weary gaze.
“Stan. Stop that.” Kyle hissed with his lips twisted together. They all had
been there long enough to know what happens when your eyes wonders to far
somewhere.
Stan smiled at Kyle. “I’m looking for somebody.” he explained with a shrug.
“Well two somebodies. You’ll never guess who got thrown in here guys.”
“Token and Clyde.”
Leopold stared blankly, and quietly. Seriously, it seemed everyone knew
eachother. It felt amusement fill him. Apparently they knew Token and Clyde.
“Seriously.” Craig snorted loudly, and rolled his eyes. “Token Black? As in the
rich kid that used to live up the road from us?”
Stan nodded. “The very same dude.”
Kenny grinned, and somehow, but amazingly pulled his legs up to the bench. He
hunched over just a little. “Apparently they’re an item now.” he said with an
almost shrilly laugh. His eyes flashes as he scoops the eggs into his mouth. He
groans with pleasure at the taste, knowing immediately who made them just from
the taste and texture.
“Well, honestly, they were always a little odd.” Craig said with a shrug. He
let out a snort and shook his head. “Odder then most people at this table. They
used to try and hide it.”
Kenny tilted his head, and teasingly looked between his two closest friends.
“Like Stan and Kyle? I always thought they’d find Narnia eventually.” Kenny
said.
Kyle rolled his eyes.
“So creative.” he said.
“Hey.” Stan began with a deep frown.
His cheeks twitching and aching as he stared at Kenny. His eyes looking at
Kyle.
“I was never in closet. I told Kyle how I felt, twice in high school.
Remember.” he said and crossed his arms over his chest.
Kyle blushed, and ducked his head. He looked like he wanted to sink into his
oversized shirt.
“I-In my defence, I always thought he was joking…I never knew he was serious. I
mean, Stan, you had girls chasing you through the hallways.” he mumbled in a
soft but shy voice.
“Stan. Why was you such a block head?” Craig asked in this drown like voice.
Stan sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck, and glanced away.
“Er, um, honestly I never thought you wouldn’t believe me. I mean the first
time I told you, you had your legs around my head.” he shrugged.
Kyle let out a high pitch, wheeze like sound.
“Stan!” he yelped out.
“Oh~ Kinkey.” Kenny smirked, and winked teasingly at Stan.
Stan rolled his eyes, and glared back at the shaggy haired blonde.
“Oh please. You’ve done worse than me.” he grumbled.
“True.” Kenny shrugged.
It was true, but it had been a long time ago. He wasn’t like that. Not anymore
at least.
Leopold smiled to himself. He didn’t know why, but he found he really enjoyed
this to them talk about their odd adventures.
They talked about doing some crazy as hell shit growing up. Yet it still left a
horrible like pang in the middle of his chest. It almost made his eyes tear up.
Almost.
What was even more fucked up was they all knew most of their guards too.
The females, apparently they had gone to the same school.
Which was why they was around the same age. It was weird. Leopold had to agree.
It was a little strange, but he realized everything about St. Andrew Park was
weird but he found himself liking it.
It was better than St. Mary Cross.
Leopold blinked furiously, he noticed the table had suddenly become a low as
whispers. He chews his bottom lip, and glanced around the guys. He then turned
his head to look at whoever everyone was staring at.
Cartman.
The large, fat man from yesterday. He looked angry, and his beady eyes glared
at their table as he stormed into the hall. He bared his teeth at them before
making a B-Line towards the cafeteria line. He cut line easily, shoving men out
of his way as he walked to the front of the line. He made a row of piggy like
snorts as he walked, kicking an out of place, stone out of his way as he
walked.
“We should warn Damien.” Kyle spoke up, worriedly. “You know how dirty Cartman
can be.”
There was hidden message in his words. His voice was thick with concern, and he
seemed to thinking of somebody. From what Leopold had learnt, Damien Thorn was
able to take care of him so he guessed it was somebody else Kyle was worried
about.
“I’m going to warn Damien about Captain Asshole.” Kenny cut in. His fingers
digging into his knees as he glared after the large brunette.
Stan frowned to himself. “Okay. I know that Damien came from the same town of
us, but I thought he didn’t like us…” the raven haired man asked thoughtfully.
Craig made a soft hum, and shook his head. “Damien didn’t like anybody
remember. He preferred to be alone, however he has kind of warmed up to us when
you left.”
“Gha. Oh god. U-Um. Gha P-Pip.” Tweak began. He tried to explain but he
couldn’t get the words out.
Kyle sighed, and ran his hand through his hair.
“Remember Pip? Pip Pirrup? The small blonde haired boy whose parents abused him
beyond compared. Like, he was burned and shit.” he explained.
His voice shook with guilt. Guilt that everyone seemed to have on their faces.
“Yeah. I remember him. He was British.” Stan said with a nod of his head. “Holy
shit. He was thrown in here?”
Kenny shook his head.
“You can guess by who, right?” he growled.
Still glaring at Cartman’s large body.
“It was his fault. The Asshole framed him, but Pip was alright when he came
here. Damien sorted him out immediately.” He hissed.
“We took care of Pip. Because Damien didn’t want him to get hurt.” Craig added
and scratched at his head. “But you know Cartman. The fucking vile creep went
after him because he knew how to hurt Damien. Best way was by hurting the one
thing he cared about most.”
Stan’s eyes widens, and his jaw dropped. “What did Cartman do?”
Kyle lowered his head. He looked like he might even cry, and sighed.
“Let’s just say that Damien has been gunning for his head since. The two have
been going toe to toe since. What the fatso did got him thrown into the shoe
for almost a year.”
“We’ve been struggling to cut the Asshole off since.” Craig said.
Kenny rather stressfully ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair, and forced
it from his face.
“Damien has never left Pip alone since. Nobody bothers Pip anymore. Nobody
bothers Damien either now.” he said and got up.
The shaggy blonde haired man shrugged.
“Buttercup. Want to come with me? Pip will like you.” Kenny said. He grinned
down at the smaller blonde, and clocked his head to the side. “I doubt you’ll
eat anything else.”
Leopold blinked once and then again. He looked down at his food, and shrugged.
He then got to his feet, and nodded slowly.
From the sounds of it, this Pip person wasn’t somebody to be feared of.
This Damien guy was whole different story.
Kenny smiled at him. He nodded at Leopold to follow him. He wanted for a few
seconds for Leopold to catch before the pair was walking down the maze of clear
white washed walls.
Leopold couldn’t help but feel rather nervous. He was a little scared to meet
this Damien dude. His heart skipping a beat in his chest, while his feet moved.
He almost jumped right out of skin as a hand grabbed his shoulder. The blonde
spun around with large eyes.
“Relax Buttercup.” Kenny said softly, and tilted his head forward. “Relax.
Damien won’t hurt you. As long as you don’t hurt Pip, I mean. Pip means
everything to Damien.”
The smaller blonde clocked his head thoughtfully. His lips twitched into a
small smile, and he nodded in understanding. To which Kenny ruffled his hair,
and hummed rather sweetly.
“Pip will like having a new friend. He is scared of a lot of people because of
the Asshole. He’ll like you.” Kenny grinned happily. “Whoa. Your hair is like
super soft and fluffy.”
Leopold frowned. Kenny’s attention span was strange. He would be full serious
about one thing, but then completely jokey about another.
Leopold shrugged, and tugged on a blonde curl.
Chapter End Notes
     What do you all think about it?
***** Winter Is Coming *****
Chapter Notes
     Haha. Winter Is Coming...hahaha. sorry but I always laugh at this
     chapter's title. It is a pun from games of throne. haha
     anyway, not much to say about this chapter. I remember having a lot
     of fun while writing it.
     hope you enjoy it
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Leopold frowned.
Kenny’s attention span was strange.
He would be full serious One minute, but then completely unserious the next.
Leopold shrugged. He nervously tugged on a blonde curl.
“Do you like to read Buttercup? I mean, where we’re going…Kyle goes there every
day.” Kenny explained.
The pair walked towards double white doors. Both wooden panels had glass
windows.
Leopold was able to see through the thin class.
It was a library, he realized.
That made sense…he guessed.
He considered Kyle had his own personal library in his cube room.
The room was wide, large and spacy. Shelves full of all kinds books. Picture
books, fiction to nonfiction books. All lined up rather beautifully, and
aphetically.
“So this is the library. It belongs to Kyle and Pip, I guess. They run it, work
it. Kyle works here for two reasons, he likes books and he had wanted to be a
doctor at one point in his life.” Kenny explained.
Kenny rubbed the back of his neck and smiled in amusement. He watched
fascinated as Leopold’s face sparkled.
He loved watching the emotion flicker across his face.
One after another.
Awe, amazement and wonder. Kenny found them all to be beautiful.
“Oi. McCormick.”
Hissed a deep, and dark voice.
It sent chills up anybody’s spin who had overheard them.
Leopold gulped.
He noticed a man leaning against a yellow pillar of the library.
The man crossed over his chest. He pushed himself off the pillar and glared at
the two of them.
He glared rather evilly at the pair of them.
His eyes narrowing further down on the smaller golden haired man. He looked
like he wanted to kill Leopold for simply standing there.
“Come on Damien. We’ve been friends for an awful long time now.” Kenny rather
cheerfully spoke.
He rocked on the balls of his feet, with his hands in his pockets.
“Call me Kenny already~” He added.
Damien looked rather terrifying.
He was about the same height of Kenny, give or take a few inches.
His curls was darker than any of hair Leopold had ever seen. Pitch black,
blacker then black. His hair was neatly chirmed, and cut off at the base of his
neck.
On either sides of his head, his pitch black hair had curled upward in a devil-
like horns. He had paper white skin, with narrowed dark crimson eyes.
Over all, Leopold had to admit he looked rather good but scary.
“Fuck off McCormick. You know my rules.” he hissed through clenched teeth.
He hissed like a snake.
“Nobody is allowed in this library unless they have a general reason! I do not
take kindly to you bring strangers here.” He said.
Leopold would have shovelled away from the terrifying man, but Kenny had
gripped his arm.
Damien frowned. “I don’t trust anybody. The only reason I trust you, and the
other guys are because we grow up together, otherwise, I would have kicked you
all to the curb a long time ago.”
“Damien. This is Butters. He’s my roommate. The guys have already accepted him
in.” Kenny sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Leopold won’t do anything. He’s okay. He is a good person.”
Damien frowned even deeper. He stared Leopold down with narrowed ruby eyes.
“Are you? How can I trust you around my Pip?” he said in a low dangerous voice.
Leopold gulped.
Maybe he should speak, to defend himself, but he found his mouth not moving.
His lips stayed locked together.
He crushed his lips together. A small breathless whimper came from the back of
his throat.
“Butters doesn’t talk, alright.” Kenny said for him. “Pip will like him. You
can trust Buttercup.”
Damien sighed.
He stared down Leopold for a few soundless seconds before finally nodding his
head. He closed his eyes briefly, and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Alright. Alright. I’ll give him a chance but if this screw me or Pip over.
You’ll regret this.” he said in a deep threating voice.
“Yeah-Yeah. Haven’t heard that one before.” Kenny snorted in reply.
He rolled his eyes and waved Damien off.
The black haired man stared point blankly at Kenny. His ruby eyes twitched, and
his lips crushed into an arrow like arch.
“I mean it Kenny.” Damien finally spoke.
“Buttercup is cool Damien.” Kenny said.
Leopold found himself hooking his arms behind his back, and bowed. He felt his
own lips twitch into a crooked pout. He felt heat run up his skin, and lick at
the back of his neck. He had no idea what he was doing.
Damien was silence for a few seconds. He stared bewildered down at Leopold,
before letting out snort of a chuckle.
“You’re a strange person, Butters.” he said and shook his head. “Alright. Only
this one time I’ll trust you.”
With that, Damien turned on the balls of his feet.
He slowly pushed his black hair out of his face, and licks his lips. He walked
through towards a table. A round, well-kept table that looked to be recently
polished.
It was placed right in front of a large window, with sunshine streaming in.
“Buttercup.” Kenny began.
Kenny whispered sweetly to the smaller blonde, and frowns in sadness.
“There is another reason why Kyle likes to work here…”
“He helps to take care of Pip.”
Leopold blinked slowly.
He swallows a small lump in throat upon what he saw. Another man. A man that
looked awfully lot like him, Tweak and Kyle.
He had more of a feminine aura about him. He looked beautiful, Leopold had to
admit. Like an angel. Sweet and cute.
Wearily, Leopold sat across from the man. He watched him, he felt his stomach
flip and his chest tighten.
Sadness filled him, and understanding seemed drill into his body. His hands
twitched, and he had the urge to hug the other but he held back.
“Pip. Kenny’s come here again.” Damien said.
Damien voice surprisingly soft, and almost like a coo.
Damien sat down next to Pip.
He was so close to him that their bodies touched. He placed a hand onto Pip’s,
and held it gently. He curled his paper white fingers around the other.
He gently stroked the back of the skin.
“Oh? Again, watcha want this time, old chap?” Pip asked.
Pip’s voice low, and gentle. It sounded sweet, like chocolate but slightly raw
around the edge.
Kenny grinned, and kicked his legs underneath the blue plastic chair.
“Hiya Pip. I brought a friend to meet you.” he said happily.
Pip was short.
Leopold noticed.
He must be shorter than himself. His body slightly shaky, with small shoulders
and hands. His face was cherry-heart shaped. His skin was a soft pink, with a
tapping of freckles across his cheeks. His cheeks were rosy red.
Full cherry lips, and button up nose. Soft looking golden hair hanged around
his neck. Feathered and messy.
A single long blonde curl stuck up in the middle of his head. The sunshine
highlighted him, making him truly look like an angel in the sun light.
He had pure white bandages wrapped around his arms, and probably legs too. He
had short sleeves, so the bandages covered both arms completely, straight down
to his hands. More bandages could been poking up his neck.
A burn scar was seeping up his left cheek.
Bandages wrapped tightly around his face, covering his eyes with burns nipping
out from underneath the bandages.
He was…blind…his eyes…was they burned?
Did…Did Cartman do that?
It was kind of ironic. Damien looked like a devil, while Pip looked like an
angel.
Demon and Angel.
“Really? Is he from home?” Pip asked in curiosity.
Pip tilted his head, making his golden curls bounce.
Kenny hummed softly.
“Afraid not. He’s from…somewhere.” he chuckled. “But he’s nice Pip. And real
friendly.”
Pip’s cherry red lips parted, and formed one of the cutest smiles Leopold ever
seen.
“Nice to meet you!” he cheerfully said, turning in Leopold’s direction.
He had easily picked the new person out from the sudden shift on the plastic
chair.
“Pip. He doesn’t talk.” Damien explained kindly, and gently stroked his hand.
Pip made his own hum. Humming a soft melody to himself.
“Well unfortunately I won’t be able to see anything you write either.” he said,
but yet he was still able to smile.
Able to find the lighter side of things.
“But it’s still nice to talk to somebody. Sorry If I’m rambling.” Pip added in
a soft giggle.
Leopold stared at Pip thoughtfully. He presses his lips together, and glanced
wearily at Damien. The black haired man was gazing at Pip with sadness within
his crimson orbs.
He blamed himself for Cartman doing this to him, Leopold realized.
An idea formed in his mind.
Leopold, with shaky hands himself, reached across towards Pip.
He couldn’t even look at Damien in fear of the demon-like man. He gently took
Pip’s free hand and pressed his forefinger against the palm of his hand.
He hopped this worked.
Pip seemed to be a very smart kind of person. Leopold had seen some people talk
this way a few times. His Great Aunt had been blind and death. This was how a
lot of people talked with her.
That and the fact Pip had a familiar book in front of him. He had to read the
book by running his fingers over the bumps.
This should work.
“Oh. Oh! Hello!” Pip gasped out excitedly, and the smile upon his face became
wider.
Leopold smiled himself, and moved his finger.
He moved his fingertip slowly and carefully. Gently and lightly writing a word
across the pale palm, spelling his words as carefully as possible.
Pip giggled.
It tingled a little, but he was able to keep up with the finger.
Easily able to read the words, considering he had been blind for a long time
now.
“Leopold, huh?” Pip smiles, and twists his knees together.
He leant forward in hopes to be a little closer to the other.
“Kenny nicknamed you Butters.” Pip cutely asked.
Kenny stared at Leopold in amazement. He couldn’t believe how quickly Leopold
was able to adapt and figure out a way to talk with the other blonde.
Even inmates who could see, felt uncomfortable around Pip. It would take them
some time before talking.
It had taken Kyle a few days before he was able to speak with Pip without his
voice hitching.
Pip was able to pick on everything.
Since he lost his sight, his other sense had become a lot stronger.
“Okay then.” Damien muttered after a few seconds.
Damien too seemed generally surprised, but he felt the fuzzy warmth in his
chest upon seeing how happy Pip was. He watched as the two small blondes had
their own conversation.
Leopold writing across his hand, and Pip excitedly replied. Pip tapped his feet
against the carpet floor of the library.
“I’m not stupid Kenny.” Damien finally said.
He sighed to himself, as he turned fully around to look at the shaggy blonde
haired male across from him.
“I’ll admit it. I am…happy that Pip’s made a friend…but you don’t normally
visit us this early.” He said.
Kenny pouted, and crossed his arms over the table. “Whatever do you mean? I
love to come see you guys!”
Damien rolled his eyes at the blonde.
“Kenny. We’ve been friends for a long time. I know you. What’s going on?” he
demanded in his heavy toned voice.
Kenny sighed after a few seconds, and finally nodded.
“Alright. Alright. You’re right. I wouldn’t have come until much later.
Probably in another day or two.” he tapping his fingers together.
His lips pulled into a deep troubled frown.
He glanced at Pip and Leopold. Neither males seemed to be listening to them, to
imbed in their own conversation about Shakespeare, or something.
“The asshole, he’s planning to hurt you. Planning to really hurt you.” Kenny
explained in a soft voice. His head rocking a little as he crossed his arms
tightly. “He tried to convince us to help him rape you.”
Damien’s eyes flashed with anger.
“Fucking pig.” he hissed through clenched teeth.
“He’s bull shitting again. Talking about how you’re scared of his apparently
higher status and shit.” Kenny explained with a roll of his eyes.
Damien gave not shit about the fat fuck. As long as Cartman stays away from
Pip, then Damien doesn’t care.
Kenny snorted so loudly that his nose burned.
“He has it in his sick head that you’ve got this mighty gang that will rape
him, or something. He thinks he needs to do it to you first…himself.” Kenny
said.
“Seriously. Like the hell is wrong with him?” Damien groaned.
He sounded so tired. So exhausted. Like he had been putting up with Cartman’s
bullshit for a while now.
The black haired man sighed deeply. He shook his head and closed his eyes
briefly.
“For fuck sake Cartman.” he grumbled and lowered his head.
“So he wants to rape me, huh.” Damien said with a dark gaze.
He presses his lips into a thin line.
Damien’s hands shook. He clenched his hands into fists, pressing his fingers
tightly into his skin.
“O-Ow.” Pip suddenly mumbled. He turned his head in Damien’s direction.
“Damien. You’re hurting me.”
Automatically Damien’s eyes widens. He looked down at his hand gripping Pip’s,
and noticed his fingers was digging into his soft pinkish skin.
Immediately Damien felt guilt, and he relaxed his grip. He brought Pip’s small
hand up and pressed his lips softly across the skin. It was his apologize.
Pip blushed a little, and smiles sweetly.
“Is everything alright? Why are you angry?” he asked worriedly.
Even though he couldn’t see the black haired man, he could sense what Damien
feels.
“What’s going on?” Pip asked in his meekly cute voice.
Damien breathed in sharply. He gently pulled the small man close and kissed him
on the forehead.
It was strange, to see such a scary man treat somebody else with just delicate
and sweetness.
It made Leopold blush himself.
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine.” Damien said sweetly.
His voice filled warmth. It made Pip smile and sigh in relief. Leaning further
into him.
Damien turned to look at Kenny from the corner of his eye.
“Thanks for the warning. I’ll keep an eye out.” he said.
Kenny nodded in return.
“Well Pip. We gotta go now.” he said.
He leant forward and patted the much smaller blonde on the head.
“Well shack. Alright chap.” Pip said pleasantly which made Kenny grin.
He always liked Pip’s British voice. It was cute, and definitely a breath of
fresh air in comparison to others in the prison.
Kenny nodded, and smiled widely. “We’ll be back Pipsqueak.”
Pip let out a soft sound and giggled.
“Alrightie.” he hummed and held onto Leopold’s hand. “Bye Butters.”
Leopold smiled, and waved the blind blonde’s hand in return. He traced his
finger tip along his palm. Spelling ‘bye-bye’ upon his soft skin, which made
Pip giggle.
Damien stared point blankly at Leopold. He seemed to be staring into soul. Like
he was figuring something out, and when he found it, he made a soft clicking
sound from the back of his throat.
He stopped up and nodded to the other small blonde.
“Er, Butters.” he began, making said man to look at him. “Um. Come back
anytime.”
Kenny couldn’t help but grin in return.
He grabbed a hold of Leopold’s hand, and tugged him alone. Leopold waved over
his shoulder as he practically dragged out the library.
Kenny seemed to be thinking about something as he walked. His feet slapping
against the tiles as he moved.
Leopold stared at Kenny worriedly.
They had left the library and was walking back through the hallways. He liked
Pip, Pip was kind and sweet.
Leopold would definitely go and see him again. Damien, however, was still
rather scary but Leopold figured he would eventually warm up to him. Damien
seemed to already warming up to him.
As if Leopold could really hurt somebody. Especially somebody like Pip. Leopold
would dream of hurting him. Pip was really sweet and kind.
He didn’t understand how Cartman could have done that. He understood why
everyone hated him so-so much.
Suddenly, the shaggy blonde stopped. The action coursed Leopold to run right
into back. Bumping right into his back, and stumbling backward. Falling on his
backside. His but hitting the ground rather painfully.
“Chill Buttercup.” Kenny chuckled.
Kenny turned around and crouching down to his level. He threated his fingers
through the golden curls, and pushed it out of Leopold’s orbs.
Leopold stared back at him in confusion.
Kenny was so close to him that he could feel his breath against his skin. It
made him tremble, and warmth twinkled through his body like it always did when
Kenny was around him.
“I’m sorry Buttercup, but something’s been bugging me lately.” Kenny explained
with a small smile.
He tilted his head to the side while gazing back into Leopold’s eyes.
Their eyes locked together.
Kenny leant forward and took Leopold’s hand. He gently hosted Leopold to his
feet. He gently squeezed his hand and pulled him towards a door.
Kenny tugged Leopold into a door set back into the wall. He closed the door
behind him which left them both in darkness.
Leopold's eyes adjusted after a minute, his head smacking against the metal
shelving behind him when he stepped back after realizing Kenny was only inches
in front of him
Leopold pouted. He glanced around himself, and noticed Kenny had pulled him
into a closest. A cleaning closest.
He guessed they’re really in the closest now.
Kenny sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Look. It’s really been bugging me, and I gotta know.” he explained and walked
forward.
He lifted his arms, and trapped Leopold.
“What do you like?” he asked.
His voice a gentle murmur as he pressed his body against Leopold. Pushing his
back against the wall.
The smaller blonde stared at him with confusion. What does he like? Well there
are many things he might still like, but Leopold wasn’t sure. It had been such
a long time. He might still like Hello Kitty. Maybe.
Noticing the confusion on Leopold’s face, Kenny sighed and shook his head
slowly. His lips pulled into a smile, and he leant forward.
Kenny rested his arms on the wall, an arm on either side of Leopold’s head.
“I mean, like sex. Do you like guys or girls, or something in between?” Kenny
chuckled.
His blue eyes twinkled, and he leant in closer to his face. His nose bumping
against Leopold.
Kenny grinned widely upon seeing Leopold innocent face. Leopold’s cheek
becoming red and he meekly lowered his head. He turned away, and trembled. He
shrugged shyly.
“So guys then?” Kenny questioned.
Leopold stuttered soundlessly. He blinks once, twice and finally repeatedly. He
stared point blankly at Kenny. His chest tightens, and something warm fluttered
around his stomach.
It was…strange. To have Kenny so close to him made Leopold nervously tremble.
His hands quivered, his fingers spread and he pressed the palms of his hands
against the cool wall.
Lips parted, Leopold wanted to speak but he couldn’t. Nothing came out from his
throat. No sound or noise.
He was shocked.
The feeling of bewilderment filled him.
Was he gay? Straight? Or anything?
Leopold really didn’t know. He had no idea. He never got the chance to find
out.
When he was thrown into St. Mary Cross, there was no hope for relationships, or
feelings. Leopold never even tried. There was no hope. Besides that was the
reason why it all started in the first place.
Leopold lowered his head as he felt the overpowering sadness fill him.
Like switch in the back of his head, flicked. Kenny felt a strange
understanding overcame him. He reached up and cupped Leopold’s face.
His hands so warm and soft against his round cheeks.
Kenny licked his lips, and he smiles. He rests his forehead against Leopold’s.
“Buttercup. You’re the new guy, you’re interesting, you’re hot news, and you’re
cute. Let me be the first to know, because people will find out eventually.
Give me the satisfaction instead of some other jerk.” he said with a grin.
The shaggy blonde blinked once. He watched as Leopold pouted, with sadness. His
body quivered against the wall, and he felt tears almost build at the corners
of his eyes.
“You know, there is nothing wrong with being gay.” Kenny said softly.
He tilted his head and cached his eyes.
“I don’t get the impression you’re against it. You seem to like the guys, and
easily accept their relationships. It’s not lust, at all. All of them have been
together for at least a year now.”
Leopold heard Kenny breath sharply, and nipped at his bottom lip. He lowered
his head.
“I'm not going to hurt you; I'm the last person who would hurt you because of
something stupid like that. I just want to know so I know how to act towards
you.” Kenny spoke softly.
“Besides. You know nothing bad will happen. The guys will accept you no matter
what.”
Sweet sea-blue eyes went wide as hands took hold of Leopold's jaw.
Leopold’s cheeks became hotter, and darker when Kenny leant closer.
His face moving closer to him. He barely had time to see his expression.
Lips rather clumsy presses to his, gently moving against their lips together
and caressing them together.
It sent chills through his body.
Leopold’s eyes barely fluttered closed. It had been his first real kiss. He
hadn’t been kissed before.
Never kissed so gently before.
It felt good. Made his body shiver with warmth. His body tingled, and his toes
curled.
Just as it started, Kenny pulled away.
He felt a ping of disappointment fill his chest, he wanted to keep kissing the
smaller blonde but didn’t want to push his luck.
He was worried that he might scare Leopold. He had feeling sexual advances
might be one of his traumas.
Kenny had been around enough, seen enough horrors of the world to know when
somebody had been hurt.
Kenny wanted to help the other blonde. Not make it worse.
Kenny smiled sweetly, and gently pats the shellshock blonde on the shoulder. He
lent away and turned to feel for the door handle.
“Sorry Butters. I couldn’t think of another way to find out.” Kenny admitted.
He blushed a little himself, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything else.” the man said with his hands up.
Leopold stared at Kenny. He gapped slowly, and felt his insides flip
embarrassing. His body flushed with warmth, and he turned away from Kenny.
He was too embarrassed with it all. He whined in soundless, and he could look
up at Kenny.
“I’m really sorry.” Kenny muttered.
He opened the door, and running a hand through his hair. He stepped back into
the corridor.
Leopold followed, and shyly shrugged. His hands shook a little, but no more
than usual.
The small blonde stared at him thoughtfully before Leopold shyly smiled.
He reached out the blonde a tugged on his sleeve, he shrugged again as if to
say it was fine. Leopold felt nervous and embarrassed about being kissed but he
liked Kenny.
Kenny was his friend, and Leopold truthfully felt comfortable around him.  
Kenny blinked down at Leopold. His lips twitched, but he could help but smile
in return. He chuckled, and gently pats Leopold on the head.
“Don’t look like a kicked puppy, Buttercup. Let’s just…just forget about it.”
he said with a wink.
Leopold’s chest hurt. He didn’t know why. Either way he shook the thought away,
and nodded. His lips pulled into a smile.
“So. Have you got Mr Mackey today?” Kenny asked.
Kenny spun on the balls of his feet and beginning to walk.
“Nobody has Mackey every day of the week. It’s pretty surprising you had seen
him twice in a row.” He said.
Leopold had to jog a little to keep up with him. He had not expected the other
blonde to begin to walk so quickly.
Kenny was always able to move quickly, it was a little weird. For Leopold at
least.
The shorter blonde shook his head.
He didn’t have Mackey.
Not until next week now. He was supposed to see the over-grown headed man near
the end of the week, but he had been told Mackey had cancelled.
Apparently the counsellor had decided he needed more time to grow use to the
prison.
He wanted Leopold to talk with him.
Leopold snorted at the stupid thought. Why does it matter if he does or not. It
shouldn’t. In his opinion.
“Ah. Shame.” Kenny grinned with a shrug.
He smirked when Leopold stared up at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Mackey doesn’t like me much. Says I’m a bad influence.” he chuckled.
Kenny hummed and arched his back, he crossed his arms behind his head with a
shrug.
“I was hoping if you went in first, you would soften him up for me.” he said
with a teasingly wink at the other.
Leopold blushed, and smiled shyly. He turned away with a small roll of his
shoulders.
He let out a soft breath that nipped from the back of his throat.
The two blondes finally entered their block, and easily went to their cube.
Leopold had paused and glanced into the cube next to theirs.
Neither Kyle nor Stan wasn’t in yet. Which was understandable as Kyle had a job
in the library with Pip and Damien.
Helping Damien to chance Pip’s blood stained bandages, and other important
things.
While from what he had gathered, Stan had not got a job yet since he had just
returned. He was either outside or in somebodies office getting a job.
“Dude!”
Leopold almost jumped out of his skin. Startled from the sudden voice. His
knees buckled and plopped down on his bed. The thin blankets bouncing around
his small body.
He blinked a little, and twirled his face around to look up at the cube’s door-
less opening. He watched wearily as a figure charged past their cube, running
down the hallway.
“You fucking wanker! Get back here!”
A few seconds later, a group of men passed. All of which had small knife like
objects in their hands. Chasing after the other one.
Leopold gulped and shovelled backward. He pulls his knees up, and wraps his
arms tightly around them.
This is prison.
He had to remind himself.
This is prison. No matter how he saw it. If he saw the good, or some shit, he
had to remember it is prison.
Prison housed many horrific and dangerous men.
“It’s alright Buttercup.” Kenny called to him in a sweet and comforting voice.
Leopold snapped his head around towards the other blonde.
His opened and shut a million of times. He had almost forgotten he wasn’t alone
in this small space.
Which was silly of him as Kenny had just been talking to him.
“Relax Butters. As long as you stay out of their way, and don’t cause trouble,
you’ll be fine.” Kenny grinned warmly. “It’ll be fine. As long as you keep your
head down, it will be good.”
Heart pounding in his chest. Leopold slowly nodded. He was still scared.
Kenny could taste it.
“Butters. You will be fine, I’ll take care of you. So will the guys.” he said
comforting to him.
He winked at him, before he turned to the small beaten up chest of draws
between their beds and dug out something.
“Here. These normally comfort me when I’m feeling down.” he said, throwing
something over to Leopold.
Said blonde easily caught it between his hands. He tilted his head and gazed
down at it. A small white bag sealed by a red sticker.
It made him anxious.
Had Kenny just given him drugs?
But Kenny himself said he was clean. He doesn’t do that stuff anymore.
Biting his bottom lip. Leopold slowly peered into the white bag.
He felt relief fill him automatically. It was cake like. About the same size of
his middle thing.
A roll like texture, with what seemed like cream wretched in the middle.
“Buttercup!” Kenny laughed.
He couldn’t help it. Kenny just loved Leopold’s reaction.
“It’s a Twinkie. You know a cake? My younger sister sends boxes of them in.
She’s a baker, you see.” He laughed.
Kenny sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Karen…” he began.
Kenny reached for his family photo. He held it close to his face.
“Karen’s my baby sister. She’s always sending in care packages filled with all
sorts of sugary treats. Miss Testaburger allows Karen to do it because Karen’s
a good girl.”
Leopold smiled to himself.
He could see how proud Kenny was of his baby sister.
Leopold got the impression Kenny was from a family that didn’t have much money.
He felt his chest tighten again at the thought.
“You probably guessed, but my family would have been the trashy poor family.
The family that lived in a rundown house at the end of the town. We didn’t have
money for normal things. Not even dinner either…we eat a lot of pop tarts.”
Kenny said in a shy like voice.
He was hard for, Leopold realized. This was something Kenny held dear to him.
“My family…um, my parents, the money they did scrap together…” Kenny trailed
off with sadness. He looked down and scratched at his cheek.
“They wasted it on drugs rather than give us real food. Kevin’s my eldest
brother, used to go out of his way to earn little money just to feed Karen and
I. Some days, Kevin wouldn’t eat all, just so we can eat…” he muttered.
Kenny sighed, and pushed his blonde hair out of his face.
“My Dad found out that Kevin had this money and wasn’t giving it to him. To the
family, as he called it but really was his drug money. He beat Kevin so badly
that night.” he muttered.
His voice creaking and he rubbed his eyes.
He was crying.
Leopold realized.
He found himself moving, his legs stretching out and bringing him off the bed.
Walking across the small distant to Kenny’s bed. He slide down into the spot
next to the curled up blonde.
Leopold’s heart was pounding so loudly that he was afraid Kenny could hear it.
Kenny tried to smile. It was watery. He looked at Leopold and sniffed deeply,
almost painfully.
“My Dad killed my brother. Isn’t that fucked up.” he laughed dryly.
His face had red and pink splashes across his soft pink skin.
“He beat Kevin so badly that he just didn’t get back up again.”
Leopold without thought, throw his arms around Kenny. He found himself hugging
the other man. He pressed his body against Kenny’s tightly, and gently patted
him on the back of the head. He ran his hand through the shaggy hair.
Like a mother would. He could feel the wetness, and coldness seeping across his
collar bone. The tears made his spin chill with a painful sadness.
“After we lost Kevin, it was just me and Karen. Dad had ran away, and Mum was
trying to keep herself together.” Kenny sniffed and laid his head against
Leopold’s shoulder.
“Karen really did it. She pushed herself so hard. For Kevin, and she did it.”
Kenny grinned and finally rubbed his face.
He chuckled to himself and shook his head.
Leopold smiles. He glanced timidly up at the beautiful family photo.
Leopold opened the cake had given him earlier.
Leopold held it to Kenny’s lips, pressing it against Kenny’s mouth.
Leopold smiled sweetly at him, as he remembered Kenny had said the surgery
treat would cheer him up.
Kenny chuckled.
He bites the Twinkie in half. He chews the sweet, and moans as it coats his
tongue. The sound made Leopold flush redder.
Said small blonde shrugged, and popped the last part into his mouth. His cheeks
becoming darker when Kenny gazed at him as he eat the sugar coated treat.
“You’re something else, Buttercup.” Kenny said softly.
He rubbed his eyes. They was still teary, and a little red. He sniffed, as he
mellowed himself out. Relaxing once again.
Leopold smiles. He doesn’t know why, but that pleases him. He likes that Kenny
finds him fasciation. He didn’t realize he enjoyed Kenny’s attention.
Leopold shifted until his back was resting against the wall of the cube, he
then laid his head against Kenny’s shoulder.
It tasted good. Leopold realized. The cake. It was good, and it did make him
feel better. Even if it was a tiny portion. It was good.
He didn’t get to eat sweets, or cakes. It had been the first time he had eaten
one.
“Did you like it? Karen’s baking skills are amazing, right?” Kenny hummed
softly.
His lips pulled into a large grin, and he nudged him on the shoulder.
The smaller blonde looked up and nodded. His lips forming a small smile.
Kenny stared at him. He leant close to Leopold, staring directly into his eyes
before he let out a sharp gasp.
“Seriously Buttercup?” he gasped out and laughed.
“Was that your first cake?” Kenny said in shock.
Leopold’s eyes widens. He leant back shyly. Kenny had been able to tell what he
was thinking that fast?
Nobody had ever been able to do that before. It made Leopold’s chest burst with
warmth, while his stomach fluttered.
It felt good that somebody had been able to tell what he was thinking without
speaking.
“I can’t believe you.” Kenny chuckled, and his lips forming a grin. “You have
never had any sweets. Cakes. Or even chocolates. Holy. I don’t think I could
live without my sweets. Like holy shit Buttercup!”
Leopold let out a breathless giggle. He bowed his head, with his own tiny
smile. He shrugged. He had never been allowed to eat those kind of things.
Ever.
It was forbidden to even try them, or he would be punished for it.
Kenny gapped his mouth slowly. He shook his head, and turned back to the very
same draw. He pulled it open and Leopold was rather surprised at the massive
hidden stack of white bags.
All with the red sticker that read ‘Karen’s bakery’.
“Karen sent a care package yesterday.” Kenny explained sheepishly, and grabbed
a few bags.
Kenny shifted until he was sitting across from Leopold. He played the small
stack between their folded legs.
“Now. Buttercup. I’m gonna introduce you to something magical.” he teased.
Leopold felt his own tiny grin appear across his face. Kenny looked so excited.
So excited to eat sweets, and to show him all the amazing things his little
sister was able to make.
They started with the Twinkies, then cupcakes, brownies, mush mellow things and
many other things. All of which Leopold had never tried before.
Kenny knew Leopold wasn’t a big fan of eating. He thought about Leopold might
take to sweets better than savoury food, but he realized it was the case with
all food.
Every snack they opened, Leopold never ate the full thing and so, after the
third small cake, they began to share them.
They opened one at a time, rather than two. Kenny wondered in concern about
Leopold’s stomach. He hardly eat anything at all. He should be eating more, a
lot more.
Eventually, Leopold dozed off. Sleeping cutely with his head against Kenny’s
shoulder, he had been listening to all the amazing adventures of Kenny as a
child.
The things Kenny, Stan, Kyle and unfortunately Cartman underwent as children.
Adventures of the four of them, apparently they had been rather close as a
young children, but grow tired of Cartman’s bullshit as they grow up.
Adventures of the four of them.
Adventures of Clyde, Token, Tweak, Craig and their other friends named Jimmy
and Timmy. Adventures the ten of them went on. Amazing, and mind blowing things
too.
Leopold had eventually fallen to sleep with the stories running through his
mind.
He slowly awoken sleepily. His eyelids twitched, and his lips quivered. His
eyes slide open. Looking but not seeing.
He felt a pinch of embarrassment upon realizing he had been laid down with
Kenny’s blankets.
Something had twitched in the back of his mind, and Leopold sat up slowly
worriedly. Where was Kenny?
Kenny had been here when he fell asleep? But where was he now?
He really did like Kenny.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Leopold’s blue eyes shook, and blurry as he sat up. He balled his hands and
rubbed his eyes. He could hear movement.
A lot of movement. Maybe Kenny was still here. Slowly he blinked, but what he
saw was definitely not the friendly blonde haired inmate.
Breathe hitching in his throat. Leopold trembled.
A large man was in front of him, his back to the poor blonde and hunched over.
Like he ransacking something. Going through something. Something on his bed,
something that was apparently his.
But Leopold didn’t have anything.
The blonde tried to stand up. His legs shook and buckled, sending him straight
back down on Kenny’s bed.
The bed squired, and made a loud noise which alerted the large man in front of
him.
Immediately beady eyes snapped to him.
Eric Cartman glared down at Leopold.
His lips curled back, revealing his teeth and sneered at him. Staring down at
him challengingly at the poor blonde.
“Relax your tits!” he hissed.
His fat nose twitching as he glared.
Leopold’s eyes widen.
Had he found Karen’s sweets?
Was he stealing Kenny’s special stash? Leopold worriedly trembled. He wanted to
get up and prevent Cartman was taking something so precious.
With determination, Leopold climbed up. His knees buckled but he tried to make
his very smaller petit body bigger then what it was.
“Ha. Fucking hilarious.” Cartman sneered. His lips pulled into a large, shark
like grin. “You’re going to stop me?”
Leopold jumped. He let out a small yelp when Cartman shoved him hard. His piggy
hand slamming into his chest, and sending the small body straight onto the
blankets.
His small body bounced on the bed, and he slammed his head against the wall
from the sudden push.
“I’m just looking! Christ, you’re a touchy one aren’t you, Butters?” Cartman
huffed loudly.
Cartman rolled his eyes, with the rolls of fat bouncing around his face as he
made a loud snort.
Cartman rounded fully to stare down at Leopold.
“Why else would you be in the slammer. Naughty, naughty. Watcha do anyway?” he
purred out.
He leant down close to Leopold’s face. He wiggled his big fingers, the fat
pooling around the joist shook as he wiggled it.
Seeing that Leopold wasn’t going to speak, Cartman rolled his eyes and tsked
loudly.
“You really don’t talk, huh? Cat got yah tongue? Or.” the large man began and
grinned widely.
He leant on Kenny’s bed. Lifting a fat leg and pressing it onto the cushion.
The mere weight of it pressing down made the bed wail.
Cartman leant over poor Leopold, his large body shielding Leopold from the
light and casting a shadow over him.
“Has Kenny got your tongue? To do you enjoy having his tongue down your throat?
His little whore? Little fuck toy?” Cartman chuckled.
Breathing his stinky breath into Leopold’s face.
Leopold felt his throat close up.
He shook his head slowly.
He wasn’t a whore, or anything!
Please!
He hates that name, he doesn’t want to remember it. He hates that word! Hates
it so much.
“Hm. I bet you like it? Huh? How about you play with the big boys now?” Cartman
hissed.
His eyes flickering with darkness and leaning even closer to his face.
“I bet you’ll enjoy my cock more than that stick. I’ve got another pocket for
you. I promise, nobody will touch you while you hold onto it.” He said.
Leopold froze completely.
His body felt the familiar icy coldness rush over him. Fear came through him,
with his lips crushed together and eyes so wide they burned.
“Take off your pants. Butters.”
It wasn’t a suggestion.
Leopold realized.
His face becoming pure white with fear. His body had immediately clammed up
with the familiar memory of pain. Of acid pain.
“Or I’ll do it for you.” Cartman hissed through bared teeth. He leant as close
as his fat body could allow him, in to Leopold. “I bet that’s what you want.
Hmmm? You’ll like that, huh, whore?”
“If you struggle, it’ll hurt even more.” Cartman growled.
He brought his hands to the elastic of Leopold’s pants. He tugged on the
elastic.
Leopold shuddered. He couldn’t move.
He wished Kenny was here.
He wanted Kenny to save him.
Nobody had even cared before.
He didn’t want to think Kenny would leave him like this.
Leopold was amazingly able to roll his head to the side.
“You are not allowed to look away! I own you now. That also means, I male all
of your decisions for you. You don’t piss, you don’t eat, don’t sleep, don’t
fuck, and don’t cum unless I say you can. Understand?” Cartman growled like a
banshee.
His voice hissing and bouncing off the wall. His large beefy, fat hand grabbed
Leopold by the chin and forced him to look at him.
It was absolutely, gut-wrenchingly horrifying, and Leopold was frozen in fear.
He wasn’t strong enough to push him off.
He didn’t want it. He tried to shake his head, but the large man held him
firmly.
“What the hell are you doing here?” a familiar voice hissed.
The voice come from nowhere, and Leopold at first thought it was his
imagination, until he felt nails dig painfully into his skin. Making his skin
burn painfully.
Cartman snapped his head around. His dark eyes dangerous narrowed into slights.
“Shit.”
Cartman cursed underneath his breath and as if Leopold had burned him, leaped
away from him.
“Kinny!”
Leopold blinked slowly. He wearily pushes himself up. His head throbbed, and he
felt so dizzy. He turned his eyes from Cartman to the doorway of the cube.
He blinked once and then twice, rubbing his eyes as if he thought he was seeing
things.
Kenny.
He was here. Leopold stared anxiously at the shaggy blonde.
His stomach flipped, and he felt a strange fuzziness filled his very being.
Kenny.
Kenny had appeared.
Had come to save him!
Kenny eyes narrowed at Cartman. His hands shook, trembled with disgust.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Asshole.” he growled.
His voice deep menacingly, and rather scarily, his face had become darker than
normally.
Cartman inhaled sharply, and glared back at Kenny.
“What? I can’t play with your roomie? Huh?” he grumbled back.
His voice laced with a meaning that fell on Leopold’s death ears.
“Fuck off, Asshole!” Kenny exploded.
He stormed into the room. Walking straight up to Cartman and hissed through
clenched teeth.
“Leave him the hell alone!”
Cartman snorted much like a pig. His nose flared, and he rolled his eyes. Going
toe to toe with Kenny, pushing himself up to make himself seem larger than
before.
“And if I don’t? He doesn’t belong to you! He needs a better owner then you!”
he said in return.
Kenny’s eyes glittered dangerously.
“You’ll regret it, Cartman!” he breathed out in a deep hiss.
A voice that promised him dangerous.
“Fuck you, Kinny!” Cartman bellowed back.
Footsteps travelled a small distant, and Stan entered the cube with large
worried eyes. His eyebrows raised to his hairline.
“What’s with all the yelling?” he asked worriedly.
Stan’s eyes flickering between Kenny and Cartman. Something was wrong.
What’s Cartman doing here?
“What the fuck?” Kyle frowned.
Kyle scratched the back of his head. His hair more than messy then normally. He
stepped into the cube next to Stan.
Cartman groaned. “Fucking fantastic! The Jew is here!”
“Fuck off fatass!” Kyle hissed in return.
Stan flinched a little, before sighing. “Cartman. Really, why are you here
for?”
Kenny shifted. He moved to stand in front of Leopold to protect him from
Cartman.
Cartman shrugged. He breathed deeply, and clocked his head to the side.
“No reason really. I was just ransacking.” he said as if that explained
everything they needed to know.
Like it was a perfectly innocent thing to do.
Kenny makes a high pitched sound from the back of his throat. He stepped
towards him.
“What the fuck did you take?” he demanded.
Eyes narrowing as he stared down Cartman.
Did take any of Karen’s bakeries?
If he had so much as touched one, Kenny was going to end him.
Cartman stepped away from the rather scary man, and held his hands up.
“Jesus cries. Relax and back the fuck up.” he hissed in return. “I didn’t touch
any of your shit!”
Kenny frowned. His eyebrows pulling together.
“What?” he asked in confusion.
Leopold didn’t have anything. He refused to go to commissary. Leopold only had
the normal things.
The things Chef gave to everyone.
“Yeah. It’s on his bed.” Cartman shrugged once again. “It looked like it had
good stuff in it.”
Leopold felt his whole begin freeze. Like something colder than ice had been
planted upon his thin body.
Melting over his skin.
His breath got trapped into his throat. Watching as his body ached with pain as
Cartman stepped revealing a large wooden box on his bed.
A familiar box.
A parcel that Leopold hated seeing. Hated receiving.
Seeing it sitting there rather innocently disgusted him.
“I didn’t get to see what is inside.” Cartman frowned.
His lips pulling into a depressed frown, which seemed to upset him.
Cartman obviously wanted to steal the things in side.
The parcel was massive. Seeming like it must have packed a lot of things
inside, probably important things or vulnerable things.
It was brownish in colour, with cute colourful felt tip pen drawing pasted all
over it. It was mailed to them, and one of the guards must have brought it in.
Must have placed it onto his bed for Leopold.
Leopold’s blue eyes narrowed. He had never looked inside and he never was going
to.
“What? You was going to steal the only thing Butters has?” Kyle yelled in
disgust.
He shook his head at Cartman.
Cartman pouted, like a child.
“Look at him! Does he really need something this big!” he said.
Cartman reached out to touch the parcel. Went to caresses it when Kenny grabbed
his arm and twisted.
“Kinny!” Cartman sneered.
“It’s not your Asshole!” Kenny growled back.
The yelling, the arguing became noise in his ears. Leopold just stared at the
box. He had seen many in life.
They was always mailed to him as guilt gifts or something. He didn’t know. He
never wanted it. Ever. He would always get rid of it.
Give it to another person or something. Sometimes just take it to a guard and
ask them to trash it. If they did or not, had nothing to do with him.
There wasn’t anything evil, or bad in the box.
Leopold knew that.
He thinks it might be food, or something. He shook his head.
Cartman had attacked him and everything.
Cartman hurt him just because he wants that?
Seriously?
Really?
He doesn’t want it, Cartman can have it if he wants.
Leopold jumped up.
His feet slapping against the ground rather loudly.
The sudden action gained everyone’s attention. They hadn’t been expecting him
to move a muscle until Cartman had left the cube.
They all stared with surprised eyes as Leopold walked rather calmly towards the
parcel on his bed. He walked with the most calmness in the whole world.
Cartman made sound in distress. He had wanted the box, but it seems Leopold was
going to take it.
Leopold didn’t even glance at the box as he wrapped his arms around the box.
Pulling it to his chest, and spinning towards the large inmate.
Leopold had no idea where his strength came from, to pick up the heavy parcel
with his weak arms. He pulled it above his head, and throw it with all the
might and energy he could master up.
He throw it.
Throw it straight at Cartman.
The piggy like man let out a high pitched cry as it slammed straight into his
face. Making a loud thud. He stumbled backward, and landed straight on his
backside.
He kneeled over slightly in pain.
The parcel falling into his lap, it was slightly arched inward with a small
creak in it.
Kyle burst into laughter. His eyes watering slightly.
“Jesus! Butters! That was the best thing I’ve ever seen!” he cried out.
He bent over and laughing heavily. Even Stan was chuckling under his breath in
amusement.
Kenny stared in shock. His eyes wide and bewildered. He gapped a little.
Had Leopold just did that?
He had thrown the large parcel straight at Cartman.
It slammed into his round face, and knocking the wind right out of him.
Fuck. It was hilarious!
The best goddamn thing he had ever seen! Kenny creaked up, and laughed.
Especially over Cartman’s shellshock face, his black beady eyes wide with his
jaw dropped. Nobody ever had the courage to stand up to him, only them.
The small group of men that had grown up with Cartman would challenge him.
Nobody else in the prison would.
Somebody like Leopold had actually physically did something.
“What the hell?” Cartman wheezed out.
His breath coming out in a broken like tune.
Kenny rolled his eyes, and snorted.
“Are you okay?” Kenny words cut through the emptiness.
He turned to look at the shaky blonde next to him.
Kenny lifted a hand, and gently took Leopold’s shoulder. Said smaller blonde
blinked a little. Shallow breathed, panting with something that could be
labelled.
He started to absorb what had just happened. It was too much.
“Ay!” Cartman suddenly yelled. “I’m the one who got hurt! You should be asking
me that!”
Kyle rolled his eyes down at him.
“Are you going to keep laying on the ground?” he asked in his high pitched tone
of voice. “Like scum?”
“Fuck off Kahl!” Cartman bellowed out.
His face becoming crimson and stumbled up to his feet. He shook a little, and
almost fall against the wall as he tried to catch himself on his weight.
Cartman made a grumble like snort, and rubbed his face.
Leopold stared back at him. He was scared. So scared at what he had done. He
did the only thing he could think off, he shrugged his shoulder tensely and
turned away.
Not being able to stare back at the man much longer, and walked to his bed.
He tried to keep himself seem calm enough not to look like a puppy with a tail
between his legs.
“Fatass! I think that means you can have the stupid box!” Kyle hissed.
He shifted and crossed his arms over his chest.
Cartman blinked once, and then twice.
He stared back at Kyle as if he was thinking it was a joke.
A trick on him, but eventually he turned his gaze down to look the box. His
hands twitched with eager. He wanted to know what he had here.
The large brunette shrugged. He grabbed the box, wrapping his arms tightly
around the parcel and scrambling off.
Nobody lifting a hand to stop him either.
“Fucking asshole.” Kyle growled under his breath.
He shook his head, and turned to face his friends.
“Holy shit.” Stan’s cracked.
His eyes large and shocked at what he had just seen.
“Did that really happen?” he squealed.
Leopold sat on the edge of his bed, and frowned.
He had no idea what was in the parcel, but he expects it’s nothing amazing or
fantastic.
He thinks it’s just food and crap. He doubted it would be worth anything, and
if it did, wouldn’t be worth a lot.
Slowly, the blonde crossed his arms over around his stomach. He felt sick to
his stomach as he thought about what Cartman had tried to do.
He had tried to touch him, down there, and he groaned mutely.
It was disgusting.
He was disgusting.
“I didn’t think you had it in you, Butters.” Kyle added. He sounded rather
impressed.
Leopold shrugged. He shifted on the blankets, and ran his hand through his
short fluffy blonde hair. He crossed his arms on the blanket, and bites at his
bottom lip.
Slowly he lifted his head to look meekly up at the three men.
The truth is, he could not handle seeing that parcel. The one he would get
every week, every month and sometimes at period of times, every day.
He hated it.
He hated seem them.
He hated seeing the same box. The same parcel. Always decorated in different
colour pen pictures smothered all over it. Suns, flowers, balloons, animals and
such.
He hated it. He couldn’t believe stand them.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
The days that followed was the same.
Nothing really changed.
It was like a rhythm.
A pattern.
Something that Leopold had grown used to.
Get up before any other inmate, he had become rather comfortable and content
with seeing Kyle only in the early houses. Kyle would sometimes wait for him,
or Leopold would wait for Kyle. The two had grown used to seeing each other.
Leopold wasn’t used to being naked with millions of people seeing him. He
didn’t like having eyes on him, but it was just Kyle.
It was okay with just Kyle.
Occasionally, one or two other men would get up. But they would be humming or
singing in the fair corner from him and Kyle.
Sometimes, Kyle would bitch about the other guys.
Cartman, Craig, Clyde, and sometimes even Stan and Kenny.
Leopold realized he liked listening to Kyle, he didn’t mind it and Kyle seemed
to enjoy talking to him. Even after they showered, and dressed.
The two would continue talking, or Kyle really, until the others started to
turn up.
At first Leopold wondered about Damien and Pip.
He noticed they didn’t come for breakfast, lunch or dinner much.
He soon found out the two was allowed to eat in the library.
Sometimes, once a week Leopold realized, the two would come and join their
table for the day.
It was nice.
Everyone had watched with fascination at how Leopold talked with Pip.
They had a lot of questions which Pip had amazingly been able to answer.
Leopold noticed the day Damien and Pip would come and eat with them...
Cartman never showed his face.
Even in the cafeteria to eat. He wondered why briefly before shrugging it off.
Of cause. Leopold had to go see Mr Mackey. He was supposed to an hour and half
meeting with him, but it never went over twenty minutes. Leopold never uttered
a word to the large headed man.
His food portions wasn’t as big as they normally had. Something that Leopold
was thankful for.
Craig and Tweak had realized he wouldn’t or couldn’t eat a lot of food, so his
food was a small portion.
Just enough for him to eat fully on a good day, or half of the portion on a bad
day.
During his twenty minute sessions with Mr Mackey, the large headed man had
tried to discuss job possibilities.
He knew about St. Mary Cross, and had tried to talk about if Leopold felt ready
to work.
The blonde had just shrugged, to which Mr Mackey took as an ‘okay enough’.
Mr Mackey had talked about working in the kitchen, or the library. He was going
to look into it, as he didn’t think Leopold was the right person for the other
jobs.
Which honestly upset Leopold a little. He could clean like any other man, sure
he couldn’t teach lesson like a few smarter inmates, but he thought he could
clean toilets, tables and such.
Of course, he hadn’t voiced it, instead he nodded.
However there was many things that had kept coming to the surface of his brain
every day.
“Why did you end up in prison, Kenny?”
“What did you do?”
But Leopold couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to voice his question.
However the closer he became to the group, the more he felt the urge to speak.
To talk with them, but he afraid.
His voice made being crazy.
Once a week. The very same parcel would appear in his cube.
The one he shared with Kenny. Always decorated in beautiful but childish
drawing.
Sometimes it would already be in his room, other times a guard would bring it
to his cube and give it to him.
Chef, Baba and sometimes Red would bring it to him. They would say he got
another one. Sometimes they ask him why he would never open it, however,
Leopold shrugged in return.
Eric Cartman. The man that was planning to hurt Damien.
Never made a move.
Leopold had been so confused when Kyle bitched about Cartman having the bark
but not the bite.
Apparently he always said crap like that, not just about Damien but about
Craig, Kenny and even Kyle at times too.
He never really went through with his plan to probably hurt them like that.
Most likely because he at least respected them a little. Having grown up
together and shit.
Or maybe it just comforted him to have them there too?
Now that being said, Cartman did have fights with them.
He would swing fists and kick with them. Guards having to pull him away from
whoever he had pounced on.
Most of the time it was Craig or Kenny he would be in fight with.
Leopold had just began to give him the parcels. After he had greedily taken the
first one, Leopold just shrugged and began to throw them at him.
Whenever he could. It was an unspoken agreement between them.
Cartman could have every single parcel, and in return he would leave Leopold
alone.
Cartman did.
Sometimes Leopold had thought about letting one of the guys have it. But when
he mutely offered the parcel to one of the others, they had taken it not as
something to keep, but gift to start a rather satisfaction game.
First time Leopold had given it to Kyle in return for reading the Hobbit, Kyle
had grinned and took his anger, and frustration out on Cartman. He had a turn
at throwing the box at Cartman.
It had almost became a game.
Head 50 points, chest 30 points, stomach 10 points and so on.
Leopold didn’t care. As long as he got rid of the damn thing, he could care
less.
Cartman however, didn’t seem to care either.
Whatever was inside the parcel pleased and satisfied him enough rather than
start a fight over it, and losing it to a guard.
Which pretty much confirmed it was probably food.
As well Cartman’s trash bags had doubled since he got the parcel. Filled with
candy bars, burger wrapping and shit. The parcel had food in.
It soon came to that day. Friday morning came.
One full month since Leopold had been put into the prison.
The day the bet had to come to an end. Leopold felt guilty, very guilty and he
thought about speaking a single word to help Kenny out.
But he couldn’t. His throat wouldn’t open up.
Kenny had seemed to silently accept he had lost. Now he had done his best.
Leopold had to admit. But Kenny unlike other people could see things that they
couldn’t. Kenny could see Leopold, his Buttercup, just wasn’t ready to talk.
Leopold broke out of thought as the table shook. He was eating his scrambled
eggs slowly, and he was actually enjoying it.
Tweak was an amazing cook.
This morning, Kyle had told him to go on ahead.
Strangely. Leopold had shrugged, and went on to shower alone. Not that he
minded.
It was nice, because Tweak had joined him that morning.
“Gha. M-Morning Butters.” Tweak smiled nervously.
His left eye twitches as he sits nervously next to the other blonde.
Leopold looked up at him and smiled in return. He liked Tweak.
He had heard many rumours about the poor guy.
That he was bat shit crazy.
That he was in prison because he snapped, and killed some poor woman, other
people said he killed a men, or he had done some other fucked up shit. At first
Leopold was a little nervous about being alone with Tweak.
He soon learnt Tweak was just the same of him and Pip. He was scared, and liked
to be with Craig. Because the emotionless guy helped him cope.
Once or twice, it had just been himself and Tweak during Breakfast or lunch. It
was nice. Leopold didn’t believe nor pay attention to any of the rumours.
He decided to take Tweak for what he was. A shaking, and scared man. He did his
best to keep Tweak calm, and help him with the best he could.
“H-How’s life? Gha?” Tweak meekly asked.
He trembled on the metal bench. Unlike other inmates, he wore a large oversized
white cardigan over his prison uniform. Probably because he felt saver with
more layers on.
Leopold shrugged. He shook his head side to side like he was thinking, before
bouncing his small shoulders.
It was fine.
Nothing really bad had happen to him yet.
That doesn’t mean Leopold wasn’t expecting something to happen.
Tweak grinned. His hands shook heavily, as he gripped a spoon to scoop
scrambled eggs.
He winced as some of it rolled off the edge of the spoon, and tried to get it
into his mouth. Tried to eat it.
Leopold watched for a few seconds. He smiles kindly, as Tweak struggled.
Normally Craig would be helping the poor man eat.
Craig would either feed him, or help him keep a steady hand. Seeing that the
dark haired man wasn’t here, he turned towards the blonde next to him and
carefully held Tweak’s hand.
Gently holding the back of his hand, and helped him keep it steady to eat.
“Gha. Thank, gha, you!” Tweak yelped. “You’re a-always, gha, helping p-people!”
Leopold blinked at him. He smiled widely, and tilted his head. He didn’t think
he was that helpful. That he was helping people that many times. Either way he
made his stomach spin with happiness.
Tweak tried to drink his juice, and once again, Leopold helped him. His hands
shook as he held the cup, almost spilling the juice all over himself and his
feet. Leopold gripped the bottom of it firmly to prevent that from happening.
“Oh. Gha.” Tweak yelped.
Jumping on the spot next to him.
“M-Mackey said, gha, said you, y-you might, gha, be working with gha, C-Craig
and I in the k-kitchen!”
Leopold blinked a little. So Mr Mackey is thinking of putting him the kitchen.
He supposed that might be brought up in the meeting today with Mackey. He
wondered what it would be like working with the two them.
Tweak was nice enough.
Sure you needed a lot of patient to talk with him, something Leopold had. Craig
on the other hand, was a lot more difficult to talk with.
He doesn’t talk to anybody other than Tweak, unless he was spoken to first. Or
if he got pissed off enough to turn his attention away from his partner.
“Gha, you k-know, Kenny works, gha, in t-the kitchen sometimes.” Tweak
explained with a smile on his face.
A knowing look within his twitching blue eyes.
Leopold blushed, and looked away.
He shrugged a little. Leopold turned to look at the scrambled eggs in front of
him, and spooned some more into his mouth.
He would have moaned if he didn’t have a mouth of eggs. It tasted amazingly, as
always. Leopold grown used to the scrambled eggs, and could understand why its
Stan’s favorite.
Very subtle, Tweak, Kyle and even Pip teased him. All the time about Kenny. His
self-chosen protector. It was all different levels of embarrassment.
Many times Leopold had laid awake staring up at nothing really, but thinking
about one certain shaggy blonde haired man sleeping a few steps away.
Kenny seemed to be always on his mind. More than normally, always on his mind
recently.
Just the thought of the other blonde man made his stomach flutter as if he had
butterflies moving around within him.
He really liked to be with Kenny, he liked spending time with Kenny and Kenny
had always been there for him. It was nice.
There was something familiar about him that makes his heart squeeze with warm.
Leopold shook his head, brushing the thought away and sipped his Apple juice.
He turned his head away from Tweak, and nibbled his bottom lip. His cheeks felt
hot, and he knew they was blood red.
Redder than normal. He blushed a lot as it is. His skin was naturally pale, any
time his skin darkens it is highlighted greatly.
Leopold naturally blushed.
Tweak let out a soft chuckle.
He seemed to tell what was on Leopold’s mind. He nods his head slowly while
munching on his breakfast.
“Gha. I, Craig, gha.” Tweak yelped.
He jumped a little. His fingers twitched and he chewed his bottom lip. His
teeth ripping into the soft skin, and Leopold was worried he was going to
making his mouth bleed.
Leopold looked at Tweak worriedly. He had something to say, Leopold knew. He
tilted his head, and smiles encouragingly.
Tweak breathed sharply. His face becoming pinkish.
“Um. W-Well. We all went to school t-together. Gha, my situation was a lot
different. Gha. I, it was Craig w-who asked me o-out. Gha. We didn’t run into
a-any h-h-h-h-gha-homo-phobic gha, or anything. It was t-the opposite.” Tweak
explained.
Even thought he had trouble speaking the words for how he was twitching and
shaky. He still seemed to be happy, and a warm smile appeared on his lips as he
spoke about the past.
The past he had with Craig.
Leopold turned is head to watch Tweak. He was cute, and shy as he spoke about
Craig.
“M-My gha, parents, gave me m-money all the time. T-They were so proud of me,
gha, t-that I was g-gay.” he chuckled and shook his head.
“O-Our home t-town is a little different. Gha. It’s a-a little m-messed up.”
“A little?” Craig asked.
He came to sit down next to Tweak. His lips pulled into a thin smile, as he
turned to face Tweak.
Leopold had begun to wonder about Craig.
He felt the tender spiking between the two.
He watched briefly as Craig immediately turned to Tweak.
He stared to help him with gentle, and tender hand. Help him eat without losing
anything, as well as drink without spilling anything.
“Thanks Butters.” Craig muttered and nodded to the smaller blonde.
Thanking him for the help Leopold had given Tweak, in his absent.
Craig breathes softly, and rubbed the back of his neck slowly.
“Our home town is a lot more than screwed up. It is fucked up, and for god
reason. A lot of shit that happens in the world, comes from our little mountain
town.” he explained with an eye roll.
Leopold tilted his head, he stared at Craig and Tweak thoughtfully.
He wondered about what kind of messed up things had happened to them. Their
little mountain town.
Leopold wondered what it was like to live in such a close town. From what he
had gathered it sounded like the kind of towns you would hear in stories, films
and movies. A town where everybody knew everybody, there was no privacy.
“On the brighter side, our fucked up town looked after each other.” Kyle’s
voice suddenly chimed in.
He sat down across from Leopold with his own tray filled with scrambled eggs.
“Sometimes we might fill overwhelmed and pressured by our boxed in town, but I
have to admit, the town will come together to protect whoever.” Kyle added.
Craig made a sound from the back of his throat. “That’s true. I guess.”
“It’s kind of being a part of an everlasting team. Even if you leave the town.
You will always be a part of the town.” Stan explained in his sweet and kind
voice.
He sat down next to his partner, pressing his leg against Kyles. “If you need
somebody, the town will be there. The town comes together quickly to help you
or anybody out.”
Kyle chuckled under his breath and shrugged. “Sometimes it is annoying. But the
town, and its people helped us out. Many times, we all went of crazy
adventures.”
Craig smirked, and rolled his eyes a little.
“Like when you moved away, and Stan wrote a song to get you back?” he said
teasingly.
“Dude.” Stan whined. His face becoming red with embarrassment.
Kyle blushed himself and looked down at his food.
“It’s not my fault Dad became so up himself. I didn’t want to move away, but…”
Kyle trailed off, and turned Stan shyly. “I thought it was really sweet what
you did.”
“I missed you. A lot…” Stan admitted. “I wanted to get you back....”
“Sometimes, I sing it too you know.” Kyle said softly, with a shake his head.
“Especially when I felt, you know dude, low and stuff.” Kyle shrugged.
Craig makes a snort. He chuckled softly, with a soft smile across his lips.
“Kind of cheesy thought.” He muttered to himself.
“Oh, come of it. You know as well as I do, that if Tweak’s family moved away,
you would have done everything in your power to bring him.” Stan said in a
gentle voice.
He glanced over at Tweak, who twitched and jumped with his face becoming
crimson.
“Hell, I wouldn’t put it pass you to make a song or something too.” Stan said.
Craig blinked a little. His cool eyes slide to the shaky blonde next to him,
and his lips formed a tiny smile. He lifted an arm and placed it around Tweak’s
shoulders.
“I guess I would.” he uttered with a shrug.
Tweak rested his head against Craig’s shoulder.
Leopold gazed at the two couples. Tweak’s head on Craig’s shoulder, while Stan
held Kyle’s hand. Each one loved the other, very much.
He could tell. They all was in such a dark place, a very dark place – Prison
yet there was something like that in Prison.
The small blonde haired man stared at them. He didn’t understand it, but at the
same time, he did.
“Morning all.”
Kenny grinned widely.
He piratically popped out of thin air. His blue eyes half-lidded, as if he was
still very tired yet still able to grin so perfectly that it outlines his chin
just right.
He stretches his arms over his head after he sat down. He snorts a little as he
rubbed his face.
Kyle turns to him. His rather beautiful emerald flickering as they turned to
peer at his friend.
“Well Kenny. It seems Butters still not talking.” he said smoothly, and
cunningly.
He tilts his head rather cutely, and his lips forms a smile.
Kenny blinks once before his face falls.
“Damnit.” he muttered under his breath.
His eyes lifts to the smaller blonde haired man and frowned to himself.
“I generally thought I would have got yah’ to talk.” Kenny pouted like a child
who had got caught with their hand in the candy jar.
Leopold blushed himself, and arched his head downward. He bites his bottom lip
and anxiously bumps his fists together.
He had warmed up to Kenny.
He had become comfortable with the other man greatly.
True to his word, Kenny had never hurt him or anything. He hadn’t forced him to
do anything or jumped during the night.
He had, for lack of better words, been a real nice guy. Kenny had helped him
whenever he needed him.
However, there was a lot of things he wanted to ask, and talk about with Kenny.
Leopold just couldn’t bring himself to.
“Well. Here.” Kenny grumbled and frowned deeply.
He turned and pushed his tray of scrambled eggs to Stan.
“My portion of scrambled eggs, a book for you, and Craig, what fuck do you
want?” he said.
Craig smirked wistfully. He shrugged and ran his fingers through his dark hair.
“I’ll let you know when I’ve decided.”
Kenny sighed. “Tusk. It’s going to be something ridiculous, isn’t it?” he asked
with a childish voice.
“Maybe.” Craig shrugged.
“Asshole…” Kenny muttered and turned away.
Craig throw his middle finger up at the blonde, to which Kenny huff. “Oi. Don’t
flip me off!”
Friendly banter. Is what Leopold thinks. It was something he had seen many
times.
Craig really liked to throw his middle finger at anybody, and everybody.
Many times, he had heard Chef, Baba and even Mackey yell ‘Don’t flip me off!’
at the raven-haired man.
It seemed to be some sort of ritual that happened every day. Along with many
other things.
Some repeating patens that happened every single day.
Leopold had been here for a full month now, and he had been settling in well.
St. Andrew Park is a lot different to St. Mary Cross. Leopold had grown use to
the strangeness of St. Andrew Park.
He often wondered would he had been screwed up if he had been taken to St.
Andrew Park rather than St. Mary Cross?
The least expecting man came out from the line. His brown hair falling into his
eyes. He walked with his shoulders hunched and head down.
“Oh. Look who finally decides to join us?” Craig grunted.
He turned his head to the side as a lanky built male came walking up to them.
His dark eyes staring down the familiar man with the round face. He smirked
coolly while he stared at him in silence. Mutely judging his friend.
Clyde frowned deeply. He glared back at his friend, and fall into the spot next
to him.
“Well. Fuck you too Craig.” he huffed deeply.
Craig rolled his eyes.
“Whatever Clyde. Just saying you’ve been here a month but you never approached
our table. Not once.” he said in a deep voice. He shrugged his shoulder and
spooned a large mouthful of eggs into his mouth.
“Yeah dude. Even Rich boy, Token, had spent time at our table.” Stan said.
He pushed his black curls out of his face, and smiled to himself. He stared at
the massive portion of scrambled eggs on his tray. A lot bigger than the
others.
Damn.
He was going to enjoy this week!
His favourite meal of the day being enhanced. Damn right will he enjoy it. The
creamy taste and everything. He was excited to get started. He digs in, as
there wasn’t many meals he enjoyed at St. Andrew Park. Not that Craig needed to
know that, thought.
“Where is Token by the way?” Kyle asked.
Choosing to ignore Stan as he precedes to pig out on the scrambled eggs.
The red and orange curly haired man shifts, and pulled his legs up. He curled
his legs underneath him, in a rather impressive sitting position.
“Isn’t Token and you, um, together now?” he asked thoughtfully.
Clyde groaned. He laid his head onto the table, and groaned even louder than
before.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore.” he sighed with a grim smile
appearing on his face. “I think I might have screwed it. You know, like I do
with everything.”
Leopold winced at how dry his voice was. The last time he had seen either Clyde
or Token, the two seemed to have become rather inseparable.
Token was smart, and clever from what Leopold had seen. He doubted Token would
have been upset over anything, especially considering he kept apologizing for
Clyde to everyone.
Clyde didn’t know how to control his mouth, at times.
“Watcha do Clyde?” Kenny hummed loudly.
Swing his legs under the bench. He catches Leopold gaze briefly, and winks at
him teasingly. The mere action makes Leopold blush.
Clyde groans against the table. He didn’t make a word, just groan with his face
flat against the cool metal.
“That bad, huh?” Stan muffled through the eggs.
He swallowed the large mouthful. His nose flared, and his eyes burned as he
felt his throat hitch. He coughed softly, and hit his chest over and over a
little.
Kyle frowned.
He turned to the dark-haired man, and gently rubbed him directly in the middle
of his shoulder blades.
“That’s why you shouldn’t force so much at once!” he huffed in his matter of
fact, tone of voice.
Stan sheepishly smiled in return. His cheeks darkened embarrassed.
“If I die, then I die happy.” he shrugged, and whipped his mouth rather
clumsily.
“Okay.” Kyle shrugged, but grinned a little anyway. “I guess I might still love
you anyway.”
“Might?” Stan gasped over dramatically, and grinned himself when Kyle rolled
his eyes.
Kenny suddenly let out a deep sound from the back of his throat, and slapped
his hands against the table.
“Oh my god. Am I really the only one here who isn’t having sex? Like dudes. Do
you have any idea how fucked up that is?” he yelped, and ran a hand through his
hair.
“Butters isn’t.” Craig said dryly.
Kenny suddenly perked up. His head twirled back around to the cute blonde.
“Oh yeah. Buttercup. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” he asked.
Leopold blushed.
He looked away, not liking people talking or knowing about his sex life. He
simply shrugged in return.
The movement with his shoulders, made Kenny’s eyes if possible, widen.
Interest appeared within the many eyes.
Leopold didn’t look like somebody who had lost their flower quite yet.
Kenny wasn’t going to lie. He was very curious to know if Leopold had or not.
“So, you’re not then?” Kenny pressed.
Leopold felt his mouth gapping in surprise.
Was his virgin?
God.
He doesn’t like that question, and would never want to answer that question. He
knew the answer, but answer always made him sick.
Sick to his stomach. It was too much.
Head down. The blonde shrugged.
Kenny pouted, and leant back. He went to cross his arms over his chest.
“Does it matter Kenny.” Kyle sighed.
Kyle noticed how uncomfortable Leopold had become within seconds. He glanced
over at Leopold sympathetically.
After a few seconds, Kenny shrugged and let it go. He would find out
eventually.
After a while, he would find out.
“Alrightie. Clyde come on. Tells us what you did to chocolate love?” he popped
up with a shit eating grin spreading across his lips.
Clyde rolled his head. He looked up with his head slightly arched back, and
used his chin to stare at Kenny.
“That’s a little racist. You know.” he said, with his lips settling into a
line.
Getting no response. Clyde sighed deeply, and puffed his cheeks out. He
grumbled deeply from the back of his throat. His silk brown curls fell into his
face and he let out a soft sound which made his throat throb almost painfully.
He wasn’t going to cry, and he knew if he had started to cry, the guys would
make fun of him for it. Because that’s just what they’re like.
“I fucked up.” Clyde muttered. “Can’t we just agree I fucked up, and leave it
at that?”
Clyde looked so pitifully. He closed his eyes exhaustedly.
“Well, how did you fuck up?” Kyle finally uttered out.
He swallows the little food he has in his mouth, while turning to look at Clyde
quietly.
Clyde pulled at his brown hair, a little more harshly then normally. The action
sent specs of pain across his scalp.
“Baba. She, she called me into her office. You know that she sometimes takes on
Mackey’s job on his days off…” Clyde explained.
“She’s close to Wendy. Remember Wendy? They are best friends, clued at the hip
and shit?” Clyde bellowed out.
His voice high pitched and echoed through the hall. Clyde blushed a bright red
colour, and checked around him. Nobody had seemed to care about how loud he had
become.
Kenny shook his head. He knew Baba. He wasn’t as close to the girl school as
Clyde and Wendy, but she had experimented with him a bit. Kenny cared for her,
like a sister and she had promised to keep an eye on Karen for him.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Kenny called out.
He sat up straight and stared across as the brunette.
“Are you saying…Baba took advantage of you?” he asked in defence.
Clyde grumbled loudly, he shook his head furiously.
“What? God no. Well maybe. I’m not sure!” he cried like a confused monkey.
“Just, dude, tell us what happened?” Stan said worriedly.
He remembered the curly blonde haired woman from their days in school. He never
pinned her to something like that, but then again, he never pinned Wendy
either.
Clyde sat up fully. He lowered his head, until his chest was pressed into his
chest.
“She called me into her office. We were supposed to be talking about my job.
I’m supposed to be starting my job soon. You know, outside with Red on the
field. Gardening and shit.”
“Well instead, Baba confesses. She tells me she likes me, and wants a future
with me. She says she’ll help me behave well enough to leave, so we could start
on it.” Clyde explained anxiously. His face becoming pinkie as he spoke. He was
very worried.
Kyle blinked slowly. “Dude…”
“I know!” Clyde cried out. He pulled a little at his brown curls.
“She said I can think about it, but fuck, what am I going to do?”
Kenny stared at Clyde in surprise. He thought Clyde was going to say something
else.
He always knew Baba had a small crush on Clyde during high school, it felt
strange to hear again many years later with his two ears.
“What?”
Kyle clicked his tongue.
“I think you must ask yourself, do I like Baba?” he said slowly.
His voice willed with knowledge and logically glitch within it.
“Well of course I do! She was one of my best friends growing up!” Clyde yelped.
He spun his head around to face the slightly younger man.
Craig who normally stayed out of the others drama, tapped his fingers on the
table.
“Do you like Baba more than Token?” he asked in his low voice. “Can you see
Baba in the same light of Token?”
“You did date her thought…” Kyle added thoughtfully.
His green eyes flickering in his thoughts.
Clyde pouted. He sniffed.
“Yeah! In Fourth grade!” he blurred out in a sob.
“Stan dated Wendy in Fourth grade too.” Kyle said with a nod his head.
In fact, many of the gay men sitting at this very table (minus Leopold, maybe?)
had experimented with girls during high school.
Stan started a little early thought, with Wendy.
God. Did he hate Wendy.
“Dude!” Stan yelped.
His eyes widen as he spun his head around.
Kyle pushes his fair out of his face, and shrugged at him.
“Well you did.” he muttered pointing.
Stan frowned deeply.
“I was confused okay. I didn’t realize I had feelings for you. I wanted to
figure it out, okay.” he said.
Like he was begging Kyle to believe him.
Kyle didn’t like to think of his school days.
He had spent many of them pinning after his super-best friend, who Kyle was
more than sure was straight. Stan was dating on and off with Wendy.
He didn’t think he had chance.
Around the end of his second year. The last time Stan and Wendy broke up. It
seemed like a switch had flicked.
It was scary.
Very scary.
Stan paid more attention to him all of the sudden, was touchier and feely while
Wendy. Wendy on the other hand seemed to suddenly hate him.
“I mean I realized something was different when I realized I’d rather kiss you
then her.” Stan said.
Stan turned fully around to Kyle and taking him by the shoulders. He pulled him
in close, like was about to kiss Kyle.
Kyle tilted his head.
“Wendy never did forgive you for that, huh?” he said thoughtfully. His lips
becoming crooked.
“Dude.” Stan whined.
Kyle moved his head.
This coursed the raven-haired man to kiss Kyle on the cheek then the mouth like
he was originally aiming for.
Kyle chuckled amusingly.
He fully turned back around to Stan, and leant forward.
Surprising Stan when Kyle quickly pressed his lips to Stan’s and held his lips
for a few second.
Before Stan could even react in return, Kyle pulled away.
Stan stared blankly, and gapped at Kyle.
Stan knew for a matter of fact, Kyle didn’t like to show full on affection. He
was rather shy when it came to kissing and other things.
Stan always became giddy whenever Kyle became more open to affection with
people around. It wasn’t all the time, but was rare.
Very rare.
“Can we go back to me? Please?” Clyde suddenly whined.
His voice creaking, and braking through the air.
Stan pouted, and shrugged to himself.
“Oh, right.” he grumbled before rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry Clyde.”
Kenny hummed. He tended to hum whenever he was in deep thought, his eyes
flickered as he clocked his head to the side.
“Okay. So, Baba wants you to consider a future with her. Alright then. How did
you fuck up with Token?” he asked. He raised an eyebrow.
Clyde pouted. He pressed his chin against the palm of his hand.
“Token. Well, I told him-him about Baba and, stuff.... he said I should just go
with Baba and forget about anything that had happen between us!” he yelped out.
His voice creaking and breaking as he spoke. He looked more than worried and
panicked.
“Token really, gha, s-said, gha, that?” Tweak squealed out.
He jumps himself, as if somebody had suddenly touched on him on the shoulder.
His golden eyebrows pulled together worriedly.
Craig frowned.
His lips formed into a deep thin line as he stared at his old childhood friend.
“Token is smart. If he said that, then it probably is the right thing to do.
His judgement is always best.” he said with a shrug.
Clyde stared back at him in disbelief. His jaw dropped and he all but cried.
“But it isn’t the best thing to do!” he yelled back.
Once again, he checked around himself to see if anybody else had overheard him.
“Token wouldn’t even listen to me, or what I wanted to do. Immediately, he was
shutting me out!” Clyde cried.
He pushed himself up fully, and pulled at his hair. “Hell! He said he will
request a cube switch!”
Craig made a sound from the back of his throat.
“Clyde. Token isn’t wrong. You should that better than anyone, he had never
been wrong before.” he explained emotionless.
He shrugged and pushed himself up.
The dark-haired male lifted his empty tray, and stared blankly at Clyde.
“You should do what Token says. Just let it go, and move on. You’ve got a
future with Baba. A good one. That is a lot more than the rest of us could
say.” he muttered.
“Gha. W-Wait Craig!” Tweak cried out in a panic.
Shovelling with his trey, and quickly getting to his feet. He had moved rather
fast which resulted in him bashing his knees against the underneath side of the
table.
Craig smiled at the twitchy blonde, and shook his head.
“I’m not going to leave you, Tweak.” he said softly.
Craig waited for Tweak to relax before leading him into the back of the
kitchen.
Kenny stared after them before he made a thoughtfully click with his tongue.
“Say. Do you think they ever fucked in the kitchen?” he quizzed.
Kenny turned back to look at the other men. He bounced his eyebrows with a
laugh.
“Damnit Kenny.” Kyle snorted and rolled his eyes.
Kenny shrugged.
“What.” he chuckled.
His lips forming that familiar annoying grin.
“But come on. Don’t you think Craig had fucked Tweak over one of the tables
back there?” he threw a thumb over his shoulder.
Silence filled the table.
Everyone just stared at Kenny. It was so like him.
He might have calmed down on his hunt for the perfect whole, but he was still
the very same Kenny that had fooled around with most the school.
Sometimes they forget how Kenny used to be. He had changed so much since then.
Sometimes it was scary when they think back. Think back to their days during
school.
“Totally.” Stan suddenly broke the air.
He clocked his head to the side, and peered at the double greyish doors. “I bet
Craig had dominated Tweak more than once back there.”
Kenny grinned at the raven. “How many times have you dominated Kyle?”
“Kenny!” Kyle yelped out, with a red face.
His green eyes spilling wide with burning, stomach flopping embarrassment.
“What I’m a grown man who has been deprived of any form of sex! I’m sexually
frustrated, how else am I going to fill that void?” Kenny frowned.
Even though his lips were in a frown, they still twitched into a smile when he
found eyes staring at him in amusement.
They weren’t even surprised.
“When you say dominated, do you mean foreplay or just full blown sex?” Stan
asked slowly.
His blue eyes shimmers as he thought of something that makes him blush.
Kyle twirled his head around to his lover, with his jaw dropped. “Stan!
Seriously?”
“Ah. Well, both I guess.” Kenny said and kicked his legs underneath him.
He leant in close so he could hear Stan better.
Stan makes a thoughtful sound. He tilts his head back, with his hand on his
chin.
“Well. Overall, I can’t give a number but since I got back. I dominated Kyle,
full blown out roleplay about eleven times in the past week. Give or take.
We’ve had sex about three to four times a week.”
“Jesus, that many times?” Kenny gasped.
He smirks and clocked his head to the side.
“Remember in high school? You both was such prunes.” Kenny cracked up with
laughter.
Kyle’s face had become bright red. He kept his head down horrified.
“Damnit Stan.” he muttered under his breath with a broken sob. “And we weren’t
prunes!”
“Yeah dude. We weren’t prunes. I used to suck him off a lot in our senior
year.” Stan chimed in teasingly.
His lips formed a smirk, and he nudged Kyle with his shoulder.
Kyle looked worse than before. His eyes sprung wide, and he shoved Stan a
little with his hands. It didn’t do much as he was a lot weaker than Stan.
“Don’t tell Kenny that!” he cried out nervously, and anxiously.
Stan shrugged, and peered down at Kyle.
“Why? It’s not like it’s going to hurt anybody.” he said before smiling.
“Besides, it makes me happy to know we made love that much.”
“Stan. Don’t talk like that, it’s embarrassing.” Kyle groaned shyly.
Kyle hide his face into Stan’s shoulder. His ears were just as red as his face.
It was adorable. Cute even.
Kenny stared at his two close friends in silence.
He smiled to himself while watching the two. Stan looked so happy while he
hugged the short man close to him.
During their school years, Stan and Kyle had this super best friendship. They
were always together, and Kyle had been madly in love with Stan.
Kyle had secretly been pinning after him for a long time but he hadn’t thought
anything would come out of it. Stan had been off and on with Wendy.
Many nights Kenny had spent with Kyle. Trying to comfort him as he cried over
Stan.
Kenny had thought at one time they two would never be together.
He had a hunch back then that Stan might have feelings for Kyle, but he wasn’t
too sure.
Stan would throw him fully into Wendy.
It was hard to tell. So, it surprised him to learn all that time Stan had been
sucking Kyle off. Made sense considering how hurt he was.
When Stan and Wendy broke up, for the last time and never got back together. Of
course, nobody realized during that time.
Kenny noticed how Stan’s relationship with Kyle had suddenly became more
intense, and Stan was always paying attention to Kyle.
Kenny realized how much they loved each other, but was too scared to make a
move.
Kenny still thought it was ironic that they all ended up in Prison together,
but then again, they did come from the same little mountain town that was full
with shit. It was bound to happen, some way or another.
It was nice to see them so close. Together. A pair. Boyfriends. Lovers.
Kenny shook his head. He turned his gaze from the pair, and glanced over at
Leopold. The shorter blonde was still anxiously bumped his fists together, and
shifting on the bench repeatedly. Leopold quietly took in every.
“L-Look, Clyde.” Kyle breathed in deeply.
He got to his feet with his legs buckling. “All you can do is think about.
Think about it long and hard.”
Stan followed Kyle. He stood up with a small grin on his lips, a hidden but
exciting secret in his eyes.
“Also. Talk with Token. I know it’s hard, but force him to talk to you.
Remember, we shared English glass and was paired up many times. Token was hard
to work with.” he uttered out thoughtfully.
Kenny stared up at the dark-haired man. His eyes flashes, especially when he
noticed Kyle was avoiding his eyes. He realized. They were running of too fuck!
How amusing.
“Use protection~” he sang after them, and laughed fully out loud.
Kyle squealed. His face becoming red, and he throw his middle finger at the
shaggy blonde haired man.
“Don’t worry. I got that covered.” Stan joyfully called back, which resulted in
a soft punch to the shoulder.
Kenny grinned widely, his eyes glowing with mysterious. “Don’t forget lube!”
“Got that covered too!”
“Stan!”
Kenny shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair. He smiled to himself,
and turned away a hum. He eyed the people still around the table.
Clyde and Leopold.
He licks his pinkish lips, and leaped backward off the bench. His feet
twitching as he landed on the floor, he stood up straight and dusted off his
pants.
“Buttercup! Glad to see you have finally finished a meal.” Kenny grinned.
He walked around the table to the smaller blonde.
Leopold blinked down at the semi-empty tray. His face slowly began to darker,
and shrugged shyly.
Kenny rubbed the back of his neck.
“Even though it was half the portion of other inmates…” Kenny added
thoughtfully.  
“Well. I’ve got Mackey today, too.” Kenny said. “If you go first, you can
soften him up for me. He tends to think I’m a bad influence.”
Leopold smiled, and shook his head.
Trust Kenny to try something like that.
Still, Leopold never pinned Mackey as somebody who judges his patients. It
makes him wonder what Mackey thought about him?
He often wrote in that notebook of his, during their sessions. Mackey must have
written some things, right?
He probably might have already labelled him.
At least Leopold wasn’t being spoon-feed pills this time. That was a good
start.
With a shake of the head, Leopold followed Kenny out of the hall.
He felt bad about leaving Clyde, but the brunette seemed to be in deep thought.
Clyde obviously need time alone to think this through. He obviously cared for
Token a lot, but he liked Baba too.
Poor Clyde.
Leopold really felt for him, it must be confusing and difficult.
Kenny reached out, and grabbed his hand.
Kenny tugged the smaller blonde after him, forcing Leopold to follow him.
Leopold spared a single glance back at the brunette, he shrugged and followed
after Kenny.
He is sure everything will be sorted out…
Chapter End Notes
     the newest chapter will be out soon. sorry it is taking me longer
     then I thought it would. I guess I don't write as fast as I used too
     lol
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Chapter Notes
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Damien Thorn was a lot of things.
He had been called many names in his short life. From the moment he came from
‘hell’ to the small village in the mountains, he was called all sorts of things
and seen things. It was in his very nature that he had witnessed horrible
things, and even had to do horrible things.
Many people looked at him as a ‘dark god’ and sometimes, Damien had to
wonder…what really was wrong with humanity.
He had been called all sorts of things, anything one could possible imagine.
And Damien never cared.
However there was thing the son of Satan would never been called. Nobody would
have thought about it either.
Damien just couldn’t help it.
“Dam-ien!”
“Damien? You’re being a worrywart.” Pip’s familiar British voice filled
Damien’s hears.
The son of Satan blinked. He lifted his head to look up at Pip and frowned.
“Worrywart? I’ve never been called before.” He said softly, and reached up to
gently stroke Pip’s cheek.
Damien’s blood red eyes narrowed. He couldn’t help but feel that familiar sneer
of anger.
He hated it.
Hated having to see Pip like this. Everyday. All because of some fat fuck that
wouldn’t accept no.
“But you are.” Pip outed.
Pip blindly lifted a hand and tried to touch Damien back. Of course, Pip
completely missed but Damien easily, and silently, moved himself so Pip could
touch his face.
“I’m not made out of china.” Pip added with a cute smile. “I’m just a…cripple.
I guess.”
Damien snorted. “Alright. Alright. You’re not made out of china.” He muttered,
when in reality, he saw Pip as glass.
“It isn’t your fault either.” Pip added with his sweet hum. “I know you think
it is. But it isn’t.”
Damien frowned.
It was his fault. He didn’t look after Pip. It was his fault that Cartman got
to him like he did.
Damien had been so mean. So cruel towards Pip when he first showed up.
He thought it was his fault that Pip had gotten thrown into St. Andrews. He
never wanted somebody as cute, and innocent as Pip in here.
Pip didn’t deserve to be in here…
So Damien was down right cruel. He was awful. He did everything he could to
push Pip away. He honestly thought Pip would be safer away from him.
But it was the complete opposite.
Pip had been hurt. More hurt then anything.
It was Damien’s fault. If he wasn’t so pig headed, and just stupid…then maybe
this wouldn’t have happened.
Maybe he could have stopped Cartman from hurting Pip.
“I know you think it is. I can always tell, old ‘chum.” Pip said. “But it
really isn’t.”
Damien sighed. He didn’t want to have this conversation with Pip again.
Instead, he quietly closed his eyes, and leant into Pip’s hand.
“Come on Pip.” He breathed out. “Hold still.”
Pip let out an adorable giggle. He leant back in his wheelchair and hummed that
familiar melody to himself.
“Da! You can’t avoid talking to me about it forever!” Pip huffed out rather
stubbornly.
Damien looked up at him and smiled.
He shook his head, and returned his attention to Pip’s arm. He gently reached
out, and took Pip’s arm.
“Maybe someday. But not today.” He said.
Pip sighed dramatically. “Oh how you worry me.” He muttered.
Damien couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I worry you? You worry me.” He said in
return.
Pip giggled again. He shrugged innocently.
Damien breathed in relief now that Pip was no longer fighting him. He was able
to untie the bandages. He tried not look at Pip’s private parts as he moved
along the man’s body.
The two were in their ‘special’ room.
Damien snorted at that. It was only special because they felt guilty.
Guilty that they hadn’t been able to prevent Cartman from attacking Pip too.
The room wasn’t anything special, it was just a room with a door. Yes, the door
had a slid-window for the guards to check in on them…but that was really it.
Beside, when the two of them (well Pip really) decided to stay in the room,
they always had the door open.
The room had two beds, with a desk between them. No windows or anything. They
had a small lamp on the desk.
The one bed they shared was made up with many hand-knitted blankets.
Gifts from his father.
Gifts from Satan himself…don’t ask Damien why his father had gotten into
knitting…
Last Damien had heard, his father had taken a break from relationships and had
turned to other things. One of those things being knitting…
Damien had yet to tell Satan about Pip’s situation.
He knew his father loved Pip and would probably level this prison to the ground
if he found out.
Damien shook his head. He returned his attention back to work. Kyle helped him
tend to Pip’s wounds, but this was the only thing that Damien would do himself.
He refused to allow anybody see Pip like this.
It wouldn’t be fair.
Finally, he removed the bandages from Pip’s thighs and stomach. He winced
himself, and lightly traced his fingertips along the strange burn scars.
They moved along Pip’s white skin like a flowers.
It was oddly beautiful.
“Damien.” Pip giggled.
Damien smirked. He knew Pip was ticklish. Even after the event, Pip was still
so sensitive and ticklish.
He smirked, and lightly wiggled his fingers. He chuckled himself as Pip
squealed.
“Damien! You promised!” Pip giggled.
Damien shook his head. “I know Pip.” He chuckled.
Damien tickled Pip until the other couldn’t breathe. He chuckled at Pip, and
finally withdrawn his hands.
He turned his ruby eyes to the side, and reached to the clean bandages. Not
before using the medical medicine.
“Sorry.” He whispered.
Pip whimpered. He winced as Damien applied the medicine to the scars. It
burned. Burned a lot.
Once the bandages had been retied. Damien placed an apologetic kiss to his
inner thigh.
Damien then stood up from the ground. He helped Pip dress, which was pretty
easy for himself considering Pip was pretty small. However Damien honestly
hated it.
Pip was so small. The clothes that would normally fit him like a perfect glove
drowned him. They had become 2 sizes to big for him within a single month.
“Pip. You got to eat more.” Damien muttered. “I know you eat less so you don’t
have to take shits.”
As embarrassing as it was, Pip disliked having to use the bathroom. He drinks
and eats less to avoid having to go to the bathroom.
Pip didn’t like blindly going to the toilet.
Damien knew this too, and no matter what he did, Pip just…didn’t like using the
bathroom.
Especially now that he was perinatally blind.
Pip didn’t reply. Instead, he shrugged innocently and his cherry red lips
smiled.
Damien sighed. He moved closer to Pip’s face.
He gently stroked his fingers across those cheeks, and then up to his eyes. He
had already removed the bandages around his eyes. His stomach tightened at
those blank, watery white eyes.
The acid had removed everything. The scares around the eye’s looked like small
fingers trying to crawl along Pip’s temples.
“Are your eyes still red?” Pip suddenly asked.
Damien blinked. He leant a little away from Pip, and blinked again in surprise.
“Um. Yes. They are.” He said softly.
Pip nodded. His cherry red lips twitched, almost into a frown.
“And-and, your hair? Is it still black? With two curls somehow sticking up like
horns?” Pip asked again.
Damien had the urge to check in the mirror, not that he needed too. Nothing he
did could get those two hairs to stick down with the red of hair.
“Yeah. Nothing can get them to stick down.” He said.
Pip nodded again. He opened his mouth, as if to ask something else, but then
shut his mouth.
“What’s wrong Pip?” Damien softly poked.
Damien ran his hands down from Pip’s face, to his cheeks. He lightly moved them
towards Pip’s bandaged up hands.
He gripped them tightly.
Pip frowned to himself. His head lowered.
“I-It’s nothing.” He said with a dry laugh. “I’m just being…silly.”
Damien frowned deeply. He leant forward, and lightly thud his forehead against
Pip’s.
“No it isn’t.” he grunted. “You have a right to be sad.”
Pip gasped. He closed his milky-white eyes. He sighed softly, and leaned
further into Damien.
“It’s just…I hate being blind. It’s so dark…I can’t see thing a thing.” Pip
whispered. “And-and I’m scared. Scared that I will forget what you look like…I
don’t want to forget.”
Damien felt his chest tightened. He squeezed Pip’s hands.
“Oh Pip.” He muttered.
Damien wrapped his arms tightly around Pip’s shoulders. He pulled him in
tightly, and buried his face into Pip’s blonde hair.
“You won’t forget. You’ve got an elephant’s memory.” He chuckled. “Remember in
high school? You remembered everything you said when you got drunk. And let me
tell you something, Pip, you’re incredibly weak to alcohol!”
Pip smiled weakly. He wrapped his arms around Damien’s middle. His tiny fingers
grabbed onto Damien’s black jumper.
“I wasn’t that bad.” He laughed.
Damien smirked. “Yes you was. You was smashed on your second drink.” He said.
Pip shook his head. “Nu-uh!!”
“Uh-uh.” Damien snorted.
Pip laughed. He sighed softly, and nuzzled himself closer into Damien’s
embrace.
“But Damien…” Pip breathed out softly. “What if I do? What if I forget what
everyone looks like? I don’t want to forget….I love colours. What if I forget
what colours is?”
Damien pulled away. He gently stroked Pip on the head.
“Well. If you do forget, then I will have to remind you.” He stated. “I’ll
remind you on everything. I won’t allow you to forget. And if you forget what
colours are, then just think of my father. He is fucking red, and there is no
way you can forget that colour…”
“…Trust me. I’ve tried.” He added.
Pip giggled loudly. “You say that like you saw something, you shouldn’t have.”
Damien sighed. “Once, when I was younger, I walked in dad and his boyfriend
fucking. I’ll never forget that red ass…ever…” he frowned in disgust at the
memory.
Pip giggled again. “That sounds awful. My poor baby.” He teased.
Damien smirked. He shook his head and leant towards Pip. He pressed his lips to
Pip’s, and held them there for a few seconds before he pulled away.
“Besides. If you ever forget what I look like, then just remember our first
time.” Damien said. “If I recall, you couldn’t look away from me.”
Pip flushed bright red. He ducked his head, and whined.
“Damien.”
He whimpered in embarrassment because it was true. Pip had been memorized with
the other during that night.
Damien smirked wider. “Not that you didn’t look good yourself. I wanted to eat
you up, and I wasn’t satisfied until I did.” He said teasingly.
Pip pouted. He suddenly lifted his head, directed his face to where Damien’s
face might be.
“Why don’t we ever make love anymore?” he asked in curiosity.
Pip frowned. He curled inward. “Is it…because of my eyes?”
Damien pulled him closer.
“No. Not at all Pip.” He said. “That is not it at all.”
“Then why haven’t we? The last time you touched me that way was way before I
even got thrown into St. Andrews…” Pip whimpered. “Don’t you…don’t you love me
anymore?”
“Are you only with me now because you feel guilty?” Pip asked in sadness.
Damien’s eyes widened in surprise.
“What?” he grunted out. “No Pip. That isn’t it at all.”
“Of course I fucking love you.” He growled.
Damien grabbed a hold of Pip’s head. His palms against Pip’s cheeks, and pulled
him aggressively close. He placed a harsh kiss onto Pip.
He couldn’t stop himself…he was naturally aggressive. Especially when somebody
challenges his feelings.
Pip panted. His face so red. He tilted his head back, and tried to catch his
breathe.
“Then why don’t you have sex with me anymore?” he panted.
Damien sighed. “Because Pip. I don’t want to hurt you more than you are.”
Pip pouted. He wiggled closer to Damien, basically moved himself out of the
wheelchair and onto Damien’s lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around Damien’s
neck, and snuggled up close.
“Hurt me?” he repeated. “You can’t hurt me…I trust you. Out of everyone here,
you won’t be the one to hurt me at all.”
Damien hummed. It was true. He would never hurt Pip. Never. Especially now that
Pip was so hurt. He wouldn’t dream of hurting him.
He really did love Pip. He really did.
The worst thing Damien had ever witnessed being on Earth, was Pip crying. He
didn’t want to see the small British man crying ever again.
“Do I not turn you on anymore?” Pip asked.
He nervously trembled. Pip pressed his hands together, and pressed them
shakily, on his lap.
Damien almost gapped at him. “Pip. I love you, I still love you even after
this…you still do turn me. Of course you do. It’s just that you’re so
hurt…you’re so injured. I feel like that…” he trailed off with a frown.
“Y-You feel that?” Pip pushed.
Pip nervously leaned up. He tried to kiss Damien on the cheek, but got his chin
instead.
However, it was still cute and Damien looped his arm around Pip’s waist.
“I just feel that if we ever did have sex again…you might not be able to handle
it.” He explained. “I don’t want to see you in more pain because I couldn’t
control myself. Because I couldn’t control my urges. Pip. You know how I can
be…how aggressive I am, and I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to hurt you
because of that.”
Pip pouted. “But you won’t! Damien, you won’t hurt me because of that! I-I l-
like it! I actually d-do like it a-a lot…” he blushed from embarrassment.
Damien himself blinked in surprise. “You do?”
“Um…” Pip flushed redder. “I r-really love h-how you are in bed…”
Damien couldn’t stop himself. He smirked widely, and pressed his face into
Pip’s neck.
“Alright. We’ll make love tonight.” He purred out.
Pip gasped. His body tingled. “Really!” he yelped out.
Damien moaned. “Yes. Really. But you got to tell me if it hurts at all.” He
added sternly.
Pip nodded. He reached his hands blindly up to Damien’s face, and pulled him
down. Of course, Damien had to help him as Pip wasn’t completely sure where
Damien was.
Their lips clashed together with teeth, tongues and saliva. Drool dripping over
their chins, and clumsily pulling at one another.
Afterward, Damien couldn’t get ride of the smile on his face. He spent a good
ten minutes doing nothing before he resumed his work. He returned to Pip’s
face, and cleaned up the scares before retying a bandage around Pip’s eyes.
Damien tried not to look down at Pip’s collar bone. He’ll never understand why
that area turned him on the most, he assumed it could be because of his
father…probably.
Instead, Damien began to button up the light blue, hand knitted cardigan, his
father had recently sent them. It was oddly soft under his fingertips.
Not that he would ever tell his strange father, but it made him pleased.
Damien was always so happy that his father sent Pip normal, nice things…but
then again, Pip had more in common with his father then himself.
Despite the popular belief, his father, Satan, was a butterball
sweetheart…completely different to what people really thought.
Well. People outside that small mountain town where his father liked to visit.
Everyone knew his father, and was even…strangely friends with him. Pip
included.
Hell even Jesus once told him that Satan was nicer than his own father…
Damien had got to the point where he no longer asked questions. No longer tried
to figure his Dad out. He just accepted it.
He was just glad his father loved Pip for who he was, and had accepted their
relationship. Damien often wondered what Pip’s family would have said.
The truth is, despite everything, despite the fact Pip had accepted Damien and
his father…there was always one topic they have not – no - never dared to
discuss.
Religion.
Or more particularly, Pip’s religion. Pip’s family.
Damien always knew Pip was religionises. That he pried to god and shit. He
remembered when he first met the small, not too timid boy who believed in god.
Believed that god would always be there and shit.
Sometimes Damien wondered what that Pip would say if he knew what type of
relationship they would get over time?
Damien smirked to himself. He could almost see his freaked out face.
Still…
“Pip, I want to talk to you about something.”
Pip’s body stiffen a little. He rolled his head back to somewhat look up at
Damien.
Pip looked adorable right now. Like he was on the urge to falling asleep and
was upset that Damien had prevented him from doing it.
Like an annoyed but curious bunny rabbit.
“Oh?” Pip hummed. “What is it?”
Damien hummed himself in thought.
They had been in a lot of shit…surely this should be easy to talk about? Right?
“Well, we’ve never really addressed the elephant in the room before. I think we
should now.” Damien finally said.
Another thing Damien hated about poor Pip’s injures is that he couldn’t read
Pip’s expressions like he used. Before he could always tell what’s on Pip’s
mind.
“Elephant? Is that what you call yourself?” Pip mindfully asked.
Pip’s cherry lips formed an adorable smile. He wiggled a little, and grinded
his backside against Damien.
Damien blinked before he blushed brightly. “Pip. No. No. That’ not what I
meant.” He snorted.
Hell. He didn’t even realize he was that hard…
Pip almost seemed disappointed.
The blonde leant back against Damien. “Oh? Then what is it?” he asked softly.
“Well. You know. My Dad being fucking Satan and shit. You accepted it without
even fighting it-“ Damien began.
“That’s because I love you, silly.” Pip giggled really cutely.
Damien sighed. “Pip. I know that.” He muttered. “But you never said if it
scares you that my father is Satan?”
Damien pretty sure Pip would have rolled his eyes.
“I mean before you met him.” Damien added quickly.
Pip hummed. “Well. Before I met him. I suppose it did. But Damien! You’re such
a nice Antichrist, don’t you think? You haven’t made me feel uncomfortable in
the slightest!” he said thoughtfully.
“Even back then. You never really upset me. In school the first week, was the
only time you was…mean but then you warmed up to me. I don’t think you had ever
right out been cruel to me.” Pip added.
Damien frowned. He loved Pip, he really did, but he wasn’t sure how he felt
about being called an nice Antichrist, but this was Pip. So he’ll let it slide.
“Well. What about you? I mean your religious beliefs and such.” Damien asked.
“You are dating that nice Antichrist.”
Pip hummed. “Has this been bothering you?” he wondered out loud.
Damien let out a low chuckle. He wasn’t about to admit it had. Instead he
shrugged – Pip felt him shrug.
“Well…I was raised as a Catholic. So it could have…probably have conflicted
with my beliefs.” Pip said. He placed a finger to his chin. “My family probably
would have flipped if they ever found out about it. They would have said I was
tainted. That the devil is in me, and such.”
“That’s such shit by the way.” Damien grunted. “The devil doesn’t bring out
homosexuals or anything like that…just because my father is doesn’t mean
anything. You’re born homosexual. It isn’t a choice. I always hate when people
say that.”
Pip giggled. He snuggled closer into Damien.
“Well. My parents probably would have been one of those people.” Pip explained.
“But the thing is Damien. My parents are dead, and they can’t force Catholic
beliefs on me anymore.”
“However the orphanage I was sent to did, but everyone hated me…” Pip trailed
off.
Damien frowned. “Why did they hate you? I don’t see how there can be anything
to hate about you. You’re just so sweet.” He muttered.
Pip giggled. “It was because I always questioned them. The priests and nuns
didn’t like that. I always challenged their beliefs on god and Satan. They
ended up kicking me out. It doesn’t matter now. I was right in the end.”
Damien smirked. “You was right?”
“Well yes. Yes I was. Satan isn’t what they said he was, and god doesn’t care
for us, but Jesus apparently does…I always wondered why Jesus kept coming to
the village.” Pip smiled. “It doesn’t matter. I’m happy where I am now.”
Damien nodded. “Do you, um, want to go to the church thing?” he asked
awkwardly.
He had never taken Pip to the church in the St. Andrew before. He supposed
maybe he should have. He shouldn’t have just assumed about Pip’s beliefs.
“No.” Pip shook his head. “I’m not really a god believer anymore. I mean, I
have to belief he exists, and such. I think I belief more in Jesus then god,
but truthfully, I don’t like having my world confirmed by god.”
Damien nodded slowly. “So you don’t see yourself as catholic anymore then?” he
asked.
“Nope.” Pip smiled. “I don’t see myself as anything anymore. If I was
something, then probably a Satanist.”
“But not the scary kind!” Pip gasped. “Not the kind that made blood sacrifices
and such! I like your father, that is all…he’s nice to me unlike the other
adults.”
Damien chuckled. “Pip. You don’t have to be a Satanist if you don’t want to be.
You don’t have to be a Satanist to like Dad. I’m sure he’ll be happy that you
like him…besides, I don’t think Dad would want you to be a Satanist.”
“He would tell you, you don’t have to belief in anything.” He added.
Pip smiled. “I don’t have religious beliefs anymore. I’m just happy to be with
you.”
Damien nodded. He smiled widely and pulled Pip back into him.
“I’m happy to be with you too.” He said, and kissed the blonde again.
Pip sighed into him. He moaned sweetly, and Damien had to prevent himself from
pouncing.
“Oh. Da.” Pip hummed. “Can we eat with the folks today?”
Damien blinked a little. “The folks. Huh. Well, as long as you eat everything.
That Tucker and Tweak’s food tonight.” He said.
“You don’t want to upset our…friends, right.” He smirked.
Pip pouted. “That’s mean Da. Using our friends again me.” He said.
Damien smirked. “Well, if it works. It works.” He said smugly.
“Alright. Alright.” Pip said. “I’d like to see that Butters, again anyway.”
Damien hummed. He tried not to let it get to him. He was possessive, he knew it
and so did Pip. He couldn’t help the small jealous bubble from appearing. He
didn’t lie sharing his Pip with others…even if they had grown up together or if
Pip was trying to make friends…
Damien couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Pip was willing to eat his
food for that Butters guy, then himself.
“You like that Butters guy, a lot, huh.” He frowned.
Pip giggled. “Aww. You’re getting jealous. Well, remember Da. You’ll always be
the one I love the most!” he piped cutely.
Damien blushed himself, and huffed. He mentally made a note to find McCormick
later…
It was McCormick’s fault after all.
“I don’t know why…but I feel like I know Butters. He feels so familiar. It’s
extremely hard to place him…” Pip suddenly said in thought. “It’s harder now
since I can’t see him.”
The son of Satan clicked his tongue.
Now that Pip mentioned it.
Butters, or Leopold, really did feel familiar.
“Yeah. He does.”
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Leopold sighed to himself.
The unusually small man sat on the edge of his bed. Leopold folded his legs
underneath himself. He tapped his fingers anxiously on his thighs.
It was weird…
Leopold had only been at St Andrews Park for a month now…he had known his
roommate for less that time. Not by much, but still less than a month.
Leopold’s stomach twisted. A horrible burning like sensation filled his
stomach. It kept growing with every passing second. It made him want to throw
up. His throat tingled with the need too.
When had he grown so attached to Kenny?
Leopold didn’t understand it. The feelings that would gather up in the pit of
his stomach. It was too much. The warm jittery feelings filled his veins,
filled his soul-being. Every moment, every second, every minute and every hour
of the day. It was overwhelming.
‘Is…is this….love?’ Leopold thought anxiously.
The blonde bites his bottom lip. His hand twitched, and he gripped his knees
tighter. His knuckles flushed paper white.
It was just so…so…
Leopold felt dizzy when he tried to think about it.
When he was young…very young before the darkness of the world had shown its
ugly head, Leopold had been such an innocent kid. He had been a cherry,
positive and happy young boy. Always smiling. Always optimistic.
Leopold had always believed in the brighter side of things.
He had always been looking at the sun.
Sunflowers had always been his favourite flower and for good reason.
Sunflowers were beautiful. They was lovely. They always looked to the sun, and
was always happy with their place in life.
Leopold was a sunflower.
He was a sunflower in every way.
Leopold loved stories. He loved the old classic fairy tales of a Princess and
Prince.
Back then, Leopold truly believed in them. He believed in love, love at first
sight, romance and all sorts of things.
Leopold had that same fantasy that all children like him had. His fantasy was
on the American dream. To meet some nice girl, fall in love and settle town.
The dream of starting his own family. He wasn’t that interested in a career.
Leopold was more interested in becoming two with somebody else.
A few years had passed, and Leopold noticed….
That nice girl had become that nice guy…
Which had caused all this…
Leopold made a soft sound. He lowered his head. He held his head between his
knees, and sighed. His chest burst with his own sunflower. The heat buzzed
within his chest, and forced his heart to skip a beat.
Kenny.
Nice, funny and kind Kenny.
The man who had been looking out for him. The man that people respected, and
feared at the same time. The man that had been there for him since the same day
they met.
Kenny with his messy, no, shaggy sandy blonde hair that looked beyond soft.
Kenny with his dark sea blue eyes that seemed as if he could see into souls.
Kenny with a beautiful smile. A lovely grin.
Leopold’s heart skipped a beat. He could see Kenny’s face in his mind.
He liked seeing Kenny.
Kenny made him feel…made him feel…real.
Kenny made him feel normal.
Leopold didn’t feel crazy, or insane in front of Kenny.
Kenny made him feel human.
Leopold felt…nice.
“Stotch?”
The small blonde man jumped at the sudden voice. He snapped his head around to
peer up at the person standing in the cube’s doorway.
Leopold arched his back. He straightened himself, and got to his feet as fast
as he could.
“Relax Stotch.” The woman said.
Leopold trembled. He breathed in sharply, and licked his bottom lip. He winced
from the stinging sensation.
He let out a breath.
It was Red. The scary woman that Leopold had gotten quite well at avoiding. He
never had her much. Normally it was Chef or Baba, who would come and get him.
He had become rather comfortable with Baba…and Chef when he wasn’t making
sexual jokes.
Red forced a strain smile. It was strange…and different.
“Seriously. Relax Stotch.” Red said. “Don’t whine yourself up. Stotch, you’re
the perfect inmate truthfully.”
Leopold blushed. He scratched at the edge of his cheek, and meekly looked to
the side.
Red beckoned him to follow her.
Leopold did without another sound…not that he was going to make a sound anyway.
Leopold had to jog a little to catch up to Red. He did not want to walk side by
side with Red, and decided to trail behind her. Unlike the first two weeks, the
other inmates hardly paid him any attention and Leopold had hunch why.
Two: they might have become bored with him…which was very likely…
Two: Kenny wasn’t called a ‘wildcat’ for no reason.
Three: It seemed the guys had some kind of reputation.
Lastly: Cartman left him alone which meant everyone else had to.
Apparently all the other inmates followed the large man’s lead. If he bullied
somebody, that meant that person was a target for all the other inmates. If
Cartman left that person alone…then that meant that person was off limits.
The guys…the group Leopold had been welcomed into didn’t count. Probably
because they was just as high ranked as Cartman…or probably because they all
knew each other intimate and grow up together.
Either way, Leopold noticed everyone out in the hallways didn’t even spear him
another glance.
Red checked over her shoulder to make sure Leopold was still following.
Leopold wondered why Red was being oddly soft on him. It was unlike her.
He was confused as well. He had seen Mackey roughly 30 minutes ago….so where is
Red taking him.
Leopold kept his head down. He stared at his feet.
The sound of high-heels clipped against the polish floor. Leopold almost walked
straight into Red’s back.
He was barely able to stop himself.
Leopold clenched his eyes shut. He prepared himself to be snapped at or
something like he had witnessed Red treat the other inmates who over stepped
their boundaries.
Red stared back at Leopold.
Nothing came.
Leopold opened his eyes. He looked up at Red in confusion.
Red’s dark eyes flickered to the side, and she pressed her hands into her hips.
She bowed her head, and turned her pointed nose to the door.
She let it slide.
Red was being unusually kind to him…completely 460 on her normal personality.
It was like he was looking at a new person.
“Stotch. The warden is requesting you.” Red explained.
Leopold came to a stop. He lifted his head, and peered up at the door. It was a
door he had never seen before, or been too.
Anxiously, his heart leaped into his throat. Leopold shook a little.
The warden. As in the head of the prison? Why?
…Why would the warden want to see him for?
Leopold gulped. Had he done something wrong? Had he been bad?
“Relax.” Red said.
Red pushed her hair off her shoulder. She placed a firm but comforting hand
onto his small shoulder. Leopold was very bony. Red tried not to show concern.
“The warden just wants to talk with you. Nothing bad will happen.” She said.
Red gave a tiny push to Leopold. It forced the small man to take a small step.
“The warden is actually really nice. Especially when you haven’t been causing
problems.” Red added.
Leopold bumped his fists together. He nervously pushed the door open. His hands
trembled and became clammy. His fingers twitched.
Unlike Mackey’s, the office Leopold entered was much large. It smelled of mint
and leather. It was perfectly kept. Clean and beautiful. A large oak desk
placed directly in front of the open window. Papers perfectly stacked up with
beautiful glowing pens lined up.
“Ah. Leopold Stotch.” A woman spoke.
Leopold recognized her from the assembly during the first week of being here.
She was a woman. She had long golden curls, with bright blue eyes. A pair of
thick black-rimmed glasses sat on the tip of her nose. She sat with her back
arched, and fingers threated between two another. She held her hands on top of
the desk.
Victoria, or Principal Victoria as many nicknamed her.
She was not alone either.
The other woman from the assembly was at her side. Unlike Victoria, who was
sitting in the plush brown leather chair, the other woman stood behind
Victoria.
If Leopold recalled right, the other woman was Principal Victoria’s assistant.
Marley Oakaburger?
She had a rainfall of midnight. It was pushed off her face by a white ribbon.
Her beautiful amber eyes stood out.
Both woman was beautiful and gorgeous.
It made Leopold feel insecure about himself. He flushed and avoid looking at
the two woman in the eye.
“It’s alright. Stotch.” Victoria spoke.
Her voice was airy and light. It was gentle, and kind.
Leopold glanced at her wearily. He nervously bumped his fists together. He was
shaking, literally shaking in his boots.
“Take a seat. Leopold.” The dark haired beauty said kindly.
Leopold’s large blue eyes flickered to her, and nodded his head. He slowly
lowered himself into the chair in front of the desk. He couldn’t help but
shakily tap the hill of his feet against the ground. He nursed his bottom lip.
“Can I call you Leopold? Or does that make you uncomfortable.” The woman added.
Leopold meekly glanced up at her. He forced a shaky smile, and shrugged his
shoulders.
The dark haired woman nodded her head. Her lips formed a small smile.
“Hey. Have we met before?” the midnight haired woman asked.
She leant forward. She tried to look closer at Leopold’s face. Her expression
held confusion, and yet a hint of familiarity.
Leopold had to admit…she looked a little familiar too but he had never meet the
woman before. Leopold was sure.
Victoria looked up at the other woman. “Wendy. Why don’t you get Leopold some
water?”
Leopold’s eyes widened. Wendy Testaburger. Now he remembered her name.
“Oh!” Wendy gasped.
Wendy straightened her back. “Of course.” She said.
Leopold watched as Wendy walked towards a small fridge. She took out a water
bottle. A water bottle brand that Leopold had never seen before. He guessed it
might be popular outside Prison.
He took the bottle with shaky hands. He held it tightly and bowed his head in
thanks to Wendy.
“You’re not in trouble, Leopold.” Wendy tried to comfort.
It was a little annoying. It almost sounded like Wendy was talking to a child,
and not somebody who was the same age.
However Leopold couldn’t help but feel relief. He let out a tiny breath of
relief.
Victoria turned in her chair. She reached for one of the draws and pulled out a
file. It was familiar. It wasn’t large, or thick. It was thin, but it still had
a reasonable number of papers inside. She placed it onto the desk.
Leopold stared at the file.
It was blue with a white band.
“We have been going over your file and we’ve came to some interesting
conclusions.” Victoria explained.
Victoria frowned. She pulled at the band, and opened the file. Her eyes moved
back and forth across the papers. Her lips twitched downward into a frown.
Leopold’s heart skipped a beat. He stared wide eye at the file.
“You’re not in trouble Leopold. Please relax.” Wendy smiled kindly.
However when Leopold looked up at her, he could see something in her eyes.
There was something going on. Something that worried him.
“It’s just your file is…odd.” Victoria spoke. “It says here that you was moved
into St. Mary Cross at a young age. At the age of the tender age of 12 years
old, and that you had been there ever since. You was submitted to St. Mary
Cross from a small town near the centre of Colorado.”
Victoria smiled. She looked up at Leopold.
“That’s close to our town. Our town in the middle of Colorado.” She said.
Leopold blinked once again. His heart skipped a beat. There was a small nagging
like voice in the back of his head that made him want to know. To know more
about their town.
Leopold almost opened his mouth to ask…almost.
Wendy, on the other hand, looked almost disturbed at the mention of her home
town. She looked away with a frown, and tapped her fingers repeatedly on her
hips.
“What town was it?” Victoria asked.
Leopold stared at her. He frowned to himself.
Which town? Which town was he submitted from? He wondered to himself.
What town was it? He couldn’t remember…he just remembered it was white…white,
pretty and beautiful.
Leopold looked down. He shrugged.
He shrugged sadly. Oh how he wanted to remember.
Victoria’s eyes softened. She leant across the desk, and placed her hand on to
Leopold’s shoulder.
“You can’t remember?” she asked in concern.
Leopold nodded in response.
Wendy frowned deeply. “That’s troubling.” She mumbled to herself.
“While your file is classified and we don’t have your full dater base, Mrs
Testaburger brought it to my attention. There is a lot of facts missing. Things
we should know.” Victoria explained.
Leopold frowned deeper. His shoulders hunched up.
He honestly didn’t know. He didn’t know anything about his file.
Victoria frowned so deeply, that Leopold was worried she would bruise her
cheeks. The beautiful curly golden haired woman shifted on her chair. She leant
back, and arched her back.
“It’s nothing to worry about Leopold. We just need your permission.” Wendy
explained.
Leopold snapped his head up to look at Wendy. His eyebrows pulled together in
confusion.
His permission? Permission for what?
“You see Leopold. We don’t even know why you was transferred to St. Andrews, or
why you was submitted into St. Mary Cross.” Victoria said.
Leopold’s heart dropped. His face paled and his eyes widened.
Does…Does that mean…mean they are going to send him back to St. Mary Cross?
Fear filled him. His eyes began to swirl with water.
He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to go back!
He liked here! People were so kind, so nice to him!
He didn’t want to but hurt anymore!
“Oh.” Wendy began. “We’re not going to send you back or anything. In fact,
we’ve agreed being at St. Andrews might be the safer option for now.”
Leopold gulped. He rubbed his eyes, and slowly nodded.
So he wasn’t leaving…he felt so thankful for that…
Leopold couldn’t held that. Not now.
“Leopold. Look at me.” Victoria demanded.
Leopold twirled his head up. His large round eyes stared at the woman. He
sniffed, and rubbed his knuckles together. He tried to calm himself the best he
could.
“We know something isn’t right here. We know something is amiss here.” Victoria
began. Her voice was deep, and stern. “We also know you might not have any idea
about it, but we wanted to investigate it.”
“We want to look into it. Something is wrong.” Victoria spoke much like a high
authority.
Wendy held out a plain, crisp white paper. It was clipped to clipboard, with a
black ball pen hanging off it.
She held the board with both hands. “We need your permission to investigate. So
we’re taking prober port of call on this matter.” She explained.
Leopold looked up at her. He felt confused. He didn’t under what she meant.
“Basically Leopold. We’re coving our asses.” Wendy smirked. “So if we do find
something, not that there is, but if we discover something then the other side
can’t shut us up.”
Leopold pressed his lips together in a line. He slowly rocked his head up and
down. He understood that.
Wendy handed him the board.
It was white with perfect black letters lined up. There was a red, green and
black stamp at the top. His eyes ran through the words quietly, and felt his
heart pounding. He felt…happy…
The letter was basically saying he was giving his rights to Victoria, and
whoever else she chooses, to go looking. To investigate his ‘criminal’ past and
such. If he signed this, then they have permission to look at all of his date.
No ‘classified’ information can stop them.
“Also, Leopold.” Victoria began. “Do you remember if you did anything to be
sent to prison?”
Leopold, with a shaky hand, signed the paper. He looked nervously up at
Victoria.
He had not done anything…
Leopold slowly shook his head. However, he must have done something. Right? He
must have. There was no other reason for him to be punished.  
Victoria nodded to herself. She rubbed her chin in thought.
“I see. I figured you might not know why.” She said. “I wonder if you have done
anything at all, or if this is somebody else hand at play?”
Wendy frowned in confusion. She wanted to ask, but she could tell Leopold was
struggling to handle this without breaking down.
Instead, the beautiful black haired woman turned to him. She bent down a
little, and smiled at him.
“Well, that is all Leopold.” She said kindly. “You can return to your cell, or
go do whatever you want…as long as you don’t break any of the rules, of
course.”
Victoria blinked. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and smiled at the
small blonde.
“Yes. Of course. You may leave now Leopold. We will inform you of any of our
findings later.” She said.
Leopold looked between the two powerful females. He slowly got to his feet, and
nervously walked towards the door.
Wendy followed him, with her hand on his shoulder. She guided him to the door,
and opened it.
One last look over his shoulder, Leopold exited the room.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Wendy Testaburger was a lot of things.
One thing she was not, was a failure. She was a strong, and powerful woman.
And many people knew too.
She was proud of herself. She had came a lot from the small school back in her
small town. Yes, she was upset when PC Principal took over and changed a lot of
Victoria’s rules. But she knew the world was always changing, and Wendy
adapted.
Besides, she was glad. After all, Victoria ended up buying this prison and
offering and the other girls jobs.
The guys, her friends, also happened to become inmates here was just a small
perk…
Wendy never expected half of her classmates to end up in prison. Some for petty
crimes and others for much more serious crimes…she still couldn’t belief they
had ended up in prison.
In her prison.
People like Kyle Broflovski, Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker, Token Black and Pip
Pirrup ending up in prison was shocking to her. Stan Marsh was shocking! Beyond
shocking when he turned up. She was still trying to get her head around Kyle,
and such when he turned up. She was stunned into silence when he appeared.
People like Kenny McCormick, Clyde Donovan and even Damien Thorn, she was sad
about. She had a small hunch that they could, could, end up in prison but never
wanted to believe it…
Wendy would never tell anybody, but had and will continue to, spend hours over
their files.
Wendy loved them. They are still her friends. The people she grow up with.
And if she could find anything, anything at all to help them…
She will!
Eric Cartman, she always knew would somehow end up in prison. Always knew.
Wendy knew he would end up in prison and by god! She was hoping it wouldn’t be
her prison but it was.
She will never forget that fucking grin on his face as he walked through those
doors.
Wendy won’t admit it, but she loved to make his life miserable. Purely to get
back at him for all those horrible, and awful days in school where he had made
it his life mission to make her miserable.
Revenge was sweet.
So why, why the fuck, was she calling him to her office for?
“Aye! Why the fuck should I listen to some evil succubus!”
Wendy groaned to herself. She wanted to pull her hair out. Why was she doing
this again?
“Eric.” She began.
“Cartman.” The fat man grumbled. “You don’t get to call me Eric.”
Wendy sighed. “Fine. Cartman then. You know better then I do, you can’t
keep…doing what you’re doing!” she hissed.
Cartman rolled his dark eyes. “Oi. Those little pussies! They came running to
you?” he growled.
“Cartman! Listen to yourself.” Wendy loudly said. “I can’t believe you.”
Cartman huffed. “Really? I thought you could believe everything I did. I
thought I was predictable. Too predictable for you to handle.” He snorted.
Wendy narrowed her eyes. “Oh, and it’s my fault that you’re such a little baby?
That you can’t live without somebody holding your fucking hand!” she almost
screamed in anger.
“Cartman! Look at what happened to you when your Mum decided she didn’t want to
look after a spoiled little baby!” she said, with tension of hurting him.
Wendy knew it was a soft spot. That Liane had chosen her younger boyfriend over
her son.
At first Wendy was pleased. So pleased that Liane had decided to try and live a
life, instead of running after her spoiled baby, but then she had seen what it
had done to Cartman.
Cartman couldn’t look after himself.
He didn’t know how.
Wendy tried. She really did.
She tried to help him…but it wasn’t enough.
“Aye!” Cartman growled. “I won’t listen to some succubus!”
Wendy groaned loudly. She let out a deep growl of frustration and pulled at her
hair.
“Wait! Cartman!” she called out after him. “Look, I just need your help!”
Cartman huffed again. “And why the hell should I help you?” he sneered over his
shoulder.
Wendy glared back at him. “I’ll get you those stupid roll things from Case
Bonita. I know how much you love them and miss them.” She grumbled.
She hated having to spend money just for Cartman to help her.
Cartman blinked. He suddenly looked more wiling to help, of course he was…
“Alright. What yah’ want?” he demanded.
Wendy nodded her head. Her lips twitched with the urge to smile, but held it
back.
“Look, you’re not in trouble, but I know about Leopold’s package. That massive
box he gets almost every day.” She began. “The one with the felt tip drawings.”
Cartman grumbled under his breathe. “Aye. If he is moaning about it, he gave it
to me. Bet the little pussy never told you that he throws it at me either!” he
squealed out.
Wendy smirked to herself.
Leopold never told her anything but she had witnessed it. She had seen it many
times. And truthfully, it was a little…pleasing.
“No. He hasn’t said anything.” She said.
“Aye. You’re smiling!” Cartman pointed out. “You have seen him, and the other
fuckers throw it at me!”
Wendy shrugged innocently. “I haven’t seen anything.” She muttered
Cartman rolled his eyes. “Yeah right.”
“Why is Butters so important to you anyway?” he frowned.
Wendy clocked her head to the side. “Butters?” she asked.
She wasn’t aware he had a nickname yet. She knew he had become pretty close to
Kenny, and the others, but she wasn’t aware they had became that close.
Cartman shrugged. “Not that I care, but Kinny gave him one of those fag-ass
nicknames. It’s Butters…everyone else calls him Butters…” he grumbled and
crossed his arms.
Wendy nodded in understanding. She was a little shocked that Kenny had grown so
close to Leopold in such a short time.
“I want to know what is inside the parcel.” She said.
Cartman pouted. Like it was secret he didn’t want to give. He looked at the
face and groaned.
“Mostly food.” He said.
Wendy rolled her eyes. “Of course it does.” She muttered.
“Aye! Let me finish!” Cartman cried out. “Yeah! It has food! Some real good and
expensive shit! You know, the high-end chocolate and stuff. There was clothes.
Small clothes, sizes that wouldn’t fit a grown man like myself. I gave them
away for favours.”
Wendy shook her head in disbelief. Of course Cartman would care about the food.
Cartman rubbed his hands together. He almost looked…uneasy…almost.
“And, er, letters.” He mumbled.
Cartman’s voice was so quiet, that Wendy almost missed it.
“Letters?” Wendy repeated. “What kind of Letters?”
Cartman groaned. “Some weird ass catholic shit. I think his family was
catholic, all about god and how he was sinful, and shit. I read one letter. I
couldn’t read anymore.” He said.
Cartman looked Wendy in the eye. It was the first time in years, that he looked
almost…worried….almost scared.
Wendy hadn’t seen Cartman look like that in a long time. Not since their days
in College.
“Er, Wendy. I know I’ve done a lot of shit in my life…but some of this…this is
damn right fucked up.” He explained. His hands pressed together. “The
letter…they’re like…apologizing’s for doing something.”
Wendy frowned to herself. She tapped her fingers on the table.
“Do you have any of the letters? Or did you throw them away?” she asked firmly.
Cartman gulped. “I kept them all. I wanted to throw them away, but I thought I
could use them again Kinny later…or something…” he admitted.
“Eric Cartman!” Wendy shrieked.
Cartman groaned. “I know. My god woman. Don’t be so loud!” he growled. “I know
it’s awful and shit!”
Wendy growled. Her eyes narrowed and she stood up high.
“I want every single letter Cartman!” she said. “I mean it. Every single
letter!”
“Aye. Aye.” Cartman snorted and rolled his eyes.
“You know what, I would be more then happy to hand them over.” Cartman said.
“I’m telling you Wendy, there is some fucked up shit. I mean the one letter I
tried to read, said Butters had been hanged up by his feet.”
Wendy gapped. “What! Why! That has to be against the law!” she gasped out.
Cartman rolled his eyes again. “No shit sherlock! It isagainst the law. It’s
against human rights or some shit. But I’m telling you Wendy, if you read them,
then…I hope you have a stronger stomach then I do. I’ve done some fucked up
shit, real fucked up shit…but nothing like those letters.” He said.
Wendy nodded. She crossed her arms, and pressed her feet together.
“Cartman. Saying you did some real fucked up shit, doesn’t cover half the
things you’ve done.” She sighed. “If I recall, didn’t you-“
Wendy blinked, and glanced around the room. It was almost like she was
concerned somebody could be listening in.
“Didn’t you like feed…chili to your stepbrother.” She sneered.
Cartman rolled his eyes. “That’s what I wanted everyone to believe.Do you
honestly really think I did that?” he asked.
“Yes!” Wendy cried out.
“You think so little of me.” Cartman said.
Wendy shook her head. “So you’re saying you didn’t do that?” she asked.
Cartman shrugged. “I gave him chili, but it didn’t have any of that ingredient
in it.” He said absent minded.
“Why do I find that hard to believe?” Wendy frowned.
“Maybe because you still carry around a distorted image, from when we were
kids?” Cartman snorted loudly, and shrugged his shoulders. He throw out his
large arms as he spoke.
“Cartman!” Wendy said with her arms out.
Wendy gestured to where he was right now. In prison.
“Aye!” Cartman growled. “Do you want those letters or not?”
Wendy sighed. She nodded her head, with half-lidded eyes.
Cartman pouted. He puffed out his large cheeks. “Why are you so interested in
Butters anyway? He isn’t that special…” he grumbled.
Wendy blinked. He almost…sounded jealous…
“That’s classified, Cartman.” She said with her head up.
Cartman rolled his eyes. “Nothing classified to me.” He muttered under his
breathe.
Wendy narrowed her eyes at him. “Cartman. Don’t do anything. I’m serious.” She
hissed.
A pregnant silence filled between the two.
Wendy rolled her eyes. She laughed, and turned away. She looked back up at her
window and hummed.
“What?” Cartman pouted.
Wendy hummed, and peered back at him. “Nothing. There’s supposed be a storm
coming.”
“What. You scared of thunder or some shit?” Cartman snorted.
Wendy rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Victoria’s worried about a few inmates
we have.”
“Fuckin pussies. It’s only a little thunder and rain!” Cartman grumbled.
Wendy sighed, she pushed a long black curl off her shoulder. Suddenly she
remembered something. She wasn’t sure why she was remembering it now, but she
felt the bubble of curious fill her.
“Hey. Didn’t you have a friend when we were in school?” she asked.
Cartman raised his eyebrows. “Encase you’ve forgotten, I had three.” He said.
Wendy rolled her eyes. She wouldn’t say Stan, Kyle and Kenny were his friends.
Sure they hanged out a lot, but she knew they had grown tired of him bullshit.
“No. No. Not them.” She muttered. “I remember…another kid. It’s difficult to
pin him now thought.”
Cartman clocked his head to the side. “I don’t know. Maybe. I was pretty
popular back in school.”
“Yeah right!” Wendy laughed.
“Aye!” Cartman snapped loudly. “I did too!”
Wendy laughed more. She held her head down, and whipped her eyes.
“I’m serious Cartman. Didn’t you have another friend? What happened to him?”
she asked with a smile. “I’m generally curious.”
Cartman grumbled. “I don’t know. I remember somebody, but I think Kinny took
‘em from me and then he moved away.” He shrugged.
Wendy blinked. “Oh. It’s still odd. Normally nobody gets away from our home.
Hell. Heidi moved away for a number of years, and we met her again when she got
this job.” She said. She put a hand onto her chin.
“Aye. Don’t say that bitches name in front me!” Cartman hissed.
Wendy smirked. He was still sensitive it would seem.
She laughed to herself and shook her head. Cartman and Heidi had dated for a
number of years in middle school before Heidi dumped him. She dumped for a
number of reason, one being that he had manipulated her and made her fat. The
primary reason was that Heidi realized she was gay. That she was a lesbian.
Heidi left Cartman and moved away. Wendy had supported her throughout
everything, as Heidi worked to get better. Become healthier again, and more
bright.
When they all met up again, as young adults, Heidi was beautiful. Wendy had to
admit, she looked wonderful. Heidi had apologized to everyone, including the
guys…Heidi, like Wendy, was surprised to find them all here.
Wendy had supported Heidi as she found out she was a lesbian.
Wendy isn’t ashamed to admit her first, and only lesbian experience had been
with Heidi then Baba compared to popular belief. In fact, Wendy is sure, all
girls had experimented with Heidi…as long as Heidi was okay with it.
Last she heard, Heidi and Red had entered a nice relationship.
To be truthfully, Wendy is sure that if she was a lesbian, it would have been
Heidi she would have went for. Bebe agreed with her…all girls had said that if
they’re lesbians, they would jump Heidi.
Heidi was and still is one of Wendy’s closest friends.
“You’re just jealous that Heidi’s in a good relationship and you’re not.” Wendy
snorted.
Cartman gasped loudly like a pig. “No I’m not! I could careless if that evil
succubus bitch is with another bitch!” he growled out.
Wendy smirked widely. “It sounds like you’re jealous. Are you worried that you
turned her…gay?” she grinned at him.
Cartman hissed at her. “Fuck off bitch!” he growled.
Wendy laughed. “I’m just teasing. Being gay isn’t a choice. Heidi was always
gay.” She shrugged.
“You think I don’t know that!” Cartman sneered. “And like I said, I don’t
care!”
Wendy snorted. “Sure you don’t.”
“God damnit! I’m not jealous over that hippy and her hippy, god damn,
girlfriend!”
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Tweek Tweak shook uncontrollable.
The shaky blonde squealed. He arched his back, and widen his eyes. He gapped
mutely, with his tiny fingers curling inward and even his toes curled inward.
He shook from the hot water rushing over his head.
Tweek tried to breathe in, but couldn’t. Whenever he opened his mouth, he would
either get hot water or something else.
“E-Enough!” he panted out. “Oh. Gha. E-Enough Craig.”
The other man, lifted his head and smirked up at him. “Are you sure?” he purred
out.
Tweek flushed brightly. He whimpered and shook his head. “C-Craig…”
Craig smirked widely.
Tweek swore for a second Craig’s eyes flashed red. However he couldn’t spend
much time on it before Craig was moving against. He was pushed back up against
the cold tiles of the bathroom, and Tweek sobbed out breathlessly.
Craig shifted. He held the his lover tightly, and his fingers pressed firmly
into Tweek, knowing that the other needed to feel a little pain too, too stay
grounded. He propped his knees up onto the small white table kept within the
showers.
Craig flinched as Tweek bite into his shoulder. Tweek ripped his teeth into
Craig’s soft skin, and Craig loved it. He loved it when Tweek left marks on him
because it was rare. So rare for Tweek to react like this…either!
It always excited him, and made him want to draw more of it out from Tweek. His
loved one.
“Gha. C-Craig!”
Craig smirked widely. He pressed his hand on Tweek’s lower back, while the
other pulled up his thigh.
“You’re close? Babe?” He purred.
Tweek rolled his eyes back. His jaw was slack and he could let out a single
sound. Only allow Craig to move faster and harder against him. Every thrust
sent a more sparks throughout his body.
Every time they two did this, Tweek couldn’t help but act like his first time.
Craig adored it.
Tweek was always like a little cute virgin who was seeing a cock for the first
time.
It was beautiful.
Tweek sobbed. A pleasure filled, but small smile appeared across his face. He
buried his face into Craig’s neck, and gasped sharply.
Craig slowed a little, and gave him a moment to adjust to the sensation. He
gripped Tweek’s thighs tightly and pulled them further up his own waist.
Almost an animalistic side of of took over. Craig thrusted harder and harder.
He met Tweek’s watery gaze and slammed his lips against Tweek’s.
A shock of static ran through them and Craig felt pleased. Tweek cried out but
his voice was swallowed by Craig’s own mouth. Craig continued to roll his hips
at a quick pace allowing Tweek to ride his orgasm.
Craig felt another ripple run through my body and he groaned. He felt his
inside burst, and he shuddered up against Tweek.
Tweek whimpered. He wrapped his arms around Craig’s neck, and desperately
kissed Craig. He repeatedly kissed Craig over and over again, his body still
shuddered from the pleasure-filled sensation running through his body.
Another few seconds of the pair kissing, Craig pushed his tongue into Tweek’s
mouth and the two played cat and mouse. Craig pulled away and blinked. The
white table he was using let out a loud wail, before it gave away and sent the
two down.
“You…You alright?” Craig asked slowly.
Craig blinked again. He shifted a little, and ranked his eyes over the twitchy
body of his lover to make sure he was alright.
Tweek stared back at him. His lips broke into a smile, and he giggled. He let
out laughter, and shook his head. He shifted closer to Craig, and wrapped his
legs around Craig’s waist, and laughed more.
For more seconds before Craig found himself laughing. He pulled Tweek closer
and shook his head.
“I love you. You know that, right?” Craig said after a few seconds of laughter.
Tweek panted. He smiled widely at Craig, and kissed him softly on the lips
again.
“Gha. Oh. Yes. I love you too.” He said in return.
The water rushed over them, and washing away the bodily fluids. The water
slowly started to become cold, and Craig reached up to shut the water off. He
ran his hand down from the handle back to Tweek, and pushed the messy wet
blonde hair out of his face.
“Do you feel better now?” he asked with a smile.
The truth is, sex helps. Sex or love making, or whatever it was, helped Tweek.
Because of what happened with his parents, putting drugs in their coffee and
shit, Tweek always shakes. He can’t talk probably without gasping, or losing
his breathe.
Sex helps that. Not for a very long time, but for some time. It helped Tweek
focus long enough to work. It was the only thing in prison that can help Tweek,
and Craig is more then happy to give it…as long as Tweek wants it.
Craig doesn’t force it on him or anything…if anything, Craig would say Tweek is
the aggressive one…maybe?
More then once Craig had woken up with Tweek on him. Riding him.
Craig doesn’t care, as long as Tweek is happy he is happy.
“Hmm. Yeah. I’m sorry Craig…” Tweek mumbled softly.
Craig strokes the silk wet hair. “I’ve told you before Tweek, I like it as much
as you. So there’s no reason to apologize.” He said with a soft chuckle.
Craig presses a kiss on top Tweek’s head. He rubs Tweek down the back.
Tweek shuddered, and leant further against Craig. “I-I know…sorry. Gha. I
mean…” he whined.
The dark haired man shook his head. He carefully stood up, and held Tweek’s
hands tightly. He helped the man up, and held him up probably. He captured
Tweek’s lips against, and groaned into Tweek’s mouth.
“Would you two fuckers hurry up already?” An annoyed drawl resounded throughout
shower room.
Tweek let out a surprised squeal, while Craig wrapped his arm around Tweek’s
shoulders and protectively pulled him closer.
Craig glanced sideways down at Tweek. He frowned deeply, and turned to look at
the man standing in the fair corner.
Tweek was shaking again. Mostly from embarrassment and was trying to shield
himself.
Craig had to admit, he liked Tweek’s adorable face. He shook his head and
turned his dark eyes to the man and snorted.
“I bet you liked the show.” He snorted over at him.
Clyde flushed brightly. He covered his round face with a hand. “N-No! Just
leave already! I-I’ve been waiting so long to have a shower by myself. I don’t
need you to spoil it like this!” he hiccupped loudly.
“Why?” Craig asked with his head tilted to the side. “It’s a natural thing.”
Clyde blushed even redder then before. “That’s not the only thing! You guys are
my friends! You think I like seeing two of my friends fuck!” he huffed out.
Tweek looked over Craig’s shoulder. He peeked at Clyde in embarrassment. His
small button up nose twitched, and he tugged on Craig’s arm. He understood
Clyde, as he had accidently walked in on Stan sucking Kyle off back in high
school once…Stan had noticed but Kyle had not. Stan didn’t stop either.
Tweek had ran out of the room, and never spoke of it since…that and the fact
Stan had asked him not too. Not because Stan would be embarrassed, but because
he didn’t want Kyle to be embarrassed.
Tweek had agreed as Kyle had helped him study a lot when Craig couldn’t.
Craig looked back at Tweek, and smirked. “Alright. Alright. Have fun.” He said
with a wave.
Clyde kept his eyes shut until he was sure the two was gone. He sighed in
relief.
“Are you alright?” Craig asked Tweek.
He helped Tweek stay still long enough to put on his white jumper.
Tweek blinked up at Craig and blushed. He nodded his head mutely, and tapped
his fingers together.
Craig leant closer to Tweek’s face. “If you want…we can do it again tonight.”
He whispered.
He smugly smirked as Tweek’s face burned brightly. He tried to keep his face
straight, but it was so difficult. Oh. He loved Tweek so much! Tweek was
beautiful, especially when he was under him.
“W-What? I! Gha!” Tweek squealed. He covered his face. “…Y-Yes please.”
Craig laughed. He wrapped an arm around Tweek’s shoulders and pulled him close
to him. He kissed Tweek on the forehead.
“Babe. You don’t need to be so embarrassed all the time.” He said sweetly.
Tweek pouted. He tugged on Craig’s shirt, and whimpered. “B-But I can’t help
it.” He mumbled.
“I know babe.” Craig comforted him. “I actually like it.”
Tweek whimpered again, and hugged him tightly. He sighed softly to himself, and
pouts up at him.
“You’re, gha, mean.” He muttered. “S-So, gha, so m-mean!”
Craig smirked. He ran his fingers through the damp hair. “Only because I love
you.”
Tweek sighed but he still smiled none the less.
“Today is Friday Tweek.” Craig said and stepped away from Tweek. “We’re cooking
tonight, and I think Wendy had secretlyand magically made it so the once a
month feast night was ours.”
Tweek chuckled as Craig winked. The once a month feast night just meant they
get fresh ingredients, and when they say fresh, they mean fresh. Yes, they get
more deliveries throughout the month, and there is another tomorrow, but none
of them are as fresh as today.
Tweek blinked a little. He shyly walked after Craig, and glanced at his hand.
“C-Craig. Gha. Can we, can we ho-hold hands?” he piped up.  
Craig looked back at Tweek and without a second thought, he reached back. He
grabbed Tweek’s hand, and treaded his fingers between Tweek’s.
“What should we make?” Craig asked.
Tweek hummed. He placed his head on Craig’s shoulder. His eyes was stuck to the
floor as they walked. As they made their way to the kitchen. It was always to
wise to prepare the food as early as possible. They had learnt that the hard
way…
“Um. I-I don’t know…b-before I hardly eat.” Tweek nervously explained.
Craig nodded. He knew everything about Tweek, in and out. Before he had forced
Tweek to come live with him, before they had been thrown into prison that is,
Tweek’s parents didn’t feed him well. It was always coffee with cocaine in it.
They eat little food…or Tweek eat scraps.
Craig hated to think of that time. Of how skinny Tweek really was.
He glanced at Tweek, and liked how pudgy he had become. He wasn’t fat or
anything, he just had more meat on his bone.
“Well, you liked pie. Didn’t you?” Craig said.
Tweek blinked a little. He blushed, and smiled. “Yeah. I-I like your pie…” he
muttered.
Pie was the first meal Craig had ever made Tweek. When he had successfully got
Tweek away from his parents, Craig had made chicken pie from scratch. He was
pleased to see how much Tweek eat it.
“Okay. We’ll make chicken pie tonight then.” He said with his own smile.
Tweek beamed at him. “W-With the mustard s-sauce?” he added.
Craig chuckled. “Sure Tweek. Whatever you want.”
Tweek hummed happily. He closed his eyes and looked pretty peaceful.
Craig smiled himself, and gently ran his fingers through Tweek’s hair. He
turned his head to look at the kitchen doors and pushed them open. The two
stepped into their kitchen, and frowned upon seeing it wasn’t completely as
clean as they left it yesterday.
“T-They gha didn’t clean u-up earlier f-for, gha, breakfast…” Tweek nervously
said.
If glares could kill, Craig would have been able to kill anybody at that point.
He looked annoyed, and maybe angry. He grumbled under his breathe, and frowned
deeply.
“Looks like I’m going to have another talk with Mike.” He growled.
Tweek awkwardly laughed. Mike was the head of the kitchen in the other group,
who had breakfast this morning.
The shaky blonde gripped Craig’s hand tightly. “J-Just don’t g-get thrown into
s-solitary again…p-please.” He whimpered softly. “I-I don’t know w-what to do
if y-you get put into solitary a-again…”
Craig breathed out to calm himself. He turned to Tweek, and gently pats Tweek
on the head. He smiled softly, and kissed him on the forehead again.
“Don’t worry. We’ll just talk.” He said.
Tweek pouted. “J-Just talk…” he mumbled.
Tweek knew better then anybody that when Craig said ‘talk’ he really meant a
fight. He hated it when Craig would go and ‘talk’ with other people. Hated when
Craig fought with other inmates. Tweek truly struggled to handle being without
Craig for god knows how long…
He doesn’t want Craig to be put into solitary again. Not after last time.
“But…” he began.
Tweek pouted, when Craig put a finger to his lips.
“Tweek. I’m only going to talk. Nothing else. I promise. Okay.” He said.
Tweek sighed softly. He turned around to the dirty pans and with shaky hands,
began to wash them.
Craig stared after him and frowned. He walked up behind Tweek, and wrapped his
arms around his waist. He placed his chin on Tweek’s shoulder, and pressed
gentle kisses along Tweek’s neck. He smiled from Tweek’s harsh inhale.
“C-Craig.” Tweek squealed.
Craig hummed. “Come on Tweek. I’m not going to leave you. I’m serious. I’m just
going to tell Mike to clean up after himself.” He said.
Tweek sighed softly. He trembled, and shuddered as he felt Craig suck on the
patch of skin. His fingertips trembled against the soapy metal he was holding.
The dark haired man licked the spot, before sucking harder. After a few
minutes, he stepped away with a smirk on his lips. He whipped his mouth and
turned away.
Tweek squealed loudly, and covered his abused neck. He gapped a little, and
with shaky eyes, looked over at Craig.
“C-Craig! W-Why!” he whimpered. “W-Why, gha, a h-hickey!”
Craig smirked and shrugged. “Why not?” he said coolly.
Tweek whined. “Why do you h-have to be so e-embarrassing.” He muttered. His
shoulders shook.
“Because I love you, and I want everyone to know it. To know you belong to me.”
Craig said with a care.
Tweek sighed. He let out a soft sound from the back of his throat, and shook
his head. He found Craig way to embarrassing at times...to embarrassing…
Craig smirked wider. He turned around, and sat on one of the kitchen counters.
He arched his head back, and pulled at the collar of his shirt.
“Well. Why don’t you come and give me one too? To let all the people know who I
belong to?” he said.
Tweek blinked owlishly at him. His face became red, and swallowed a thick
painful lump in his throat. He turned back to the washing up, with his red so
face.
“I-I can’t do-do that…” he mumbled softly. “It’s t-to…to…gha…too much…to
pressure…”
Craig hummed. He felt a pang of disappointment, and looked off to the side.
“Well…then I guess there goes my lazy, easy plan of getting Cody to leave me
alone then.”
Tweek snapped his head up. He blinked his eyes furiously.
“C-Cody?” he asked. “W-What do you mean?”
Craig shrugged. He kept his face directed away from Tweek. “Ah well, Cody keeps
making passes at me. I’ve told him I was interested, but he doesn’t take no for
an answer.”
Tweek swallowed a painful lump in his throat. He sniffed, and stared at Craig.
“Oh.” Was all that escaped his lips.
Ever so slowly he stepped away from the sink. “D-Do…do you like gha, C-Cody?”
he asked.
“He’s alright. But he doesn’t believe that I’m dating you. He thinks we’re just
good friends.” Craig shrugged again.
Tweek’s golden eyebrows pulled together. He gapped a little, and finally turned
his body fully to Craig. He walked up to him, with his eye blazing with
jealousy.
“Good friends?” Tweek repeated.
“I’ve tried to tell him otherwise, but he doesn’t believe me.” Craig said.
Tweek bravely took Craig by his shoulders. “T-Then…t-then I’ll, gha, I’ll make
s-sure he does believe you!”
Tweek reached up on his tiptoes, and pressed his lips against Craig’s neck. He
inhaled sharply, and clenched his shut. He sucked on the skin, and made a soft
whine from the back of his throat as Craig pressed his hand to the back of
Tweek’s head. He pushed Tweek closer into him.
Craig let out a deep moan. He ran both hands down Tweek’s back, and cupped his
backside. He squeezed the plump buns, and teasingly slapped Tweek’s backside.
Tweek squealed loudly. He whined softly, and pulled away with a pant. His face
was flushed brightly, and trembled. His cheeks red. He gulped, and stepped away
from him.
“T-There.” He said bravely. “N-Now, gha, he’ll l-leave you alone.”
Tweek pouted stubbornly. He felt the burning jealous from building within him.
He didn’t like sharing Craig with anybody.
Craig hummed to himself. He pulled on the collar of his shirt. He could feel
the burning, and itch sensation of a hickey on his neck. His lips pulled into
his smirk, and he looked at Tweek. He leant forward and cupped Tweek’s face.
“Don’t worry. Cody never bothers me, he’s too interested in Luke.” He said.
Tweek gapped. He blinked furiously at him. “You! Y-You! You t-tricked, gha,
me!” he cried.
Craig shrugged. He pulled Tweek closer, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. He
moaned into the other mouth, and then teasingly, slapped the shaky blonde on
the backside again.
“C-Craig!”
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
“No.”
Kyle hissed through clenched teeth. He speed walked down the book filled
shelves, to put another book up.
“But Kyle.”
“No, Stan.” Kyle repeated.
Stan followed him with a pout. “But Kyle. Come on. Just think about it.” He
said.
Kyle groaned. He looked at Stan on the other side of the book shelve. He
frowned, and stared directly into Stan’s kind eyes.
“I said no.” he said, and shoved a book directly where Stan’s face was.
Stan whined on the other side, and followed Kyle down the aisle. He dragged his
feet as he walked.
“Kyle. Come on. It’ll fun, and exciting.” He said.
Kyle’s face became red. So red, that it rivalled a tomato. “I don’t see how
that will be fun or exciting.” He said.
Stan smiled brightly at him. “But it will! We only have to do it once! If you
don’t like it, we won’t do it again! Please do it for me!” he all but begged.
“How do we know it’s safe?” Kyle asked.
Kyle nervously shovelled his feet. He held a book up, reading to put it onto
the shelve.
Stan blinked a little. “Ummmm.” He nervously laughed.
“Nope!” Kyle hissed.
Kyle narrowed his eyes, and went to push the book into the gap.
Stan let out a cry and throw his hand through the gap. His fingers stretched
out wide, and widely begged Kyle to ‘wait-wait’ he repeatedly said.
“Who even suggested it to you?” Kyle hissed. “Wait. Don’t answer, I already
know.”
Stan pouted. “Everybody has done it at least once…” he said.
“More the reason not to do it!” Kyle huffed. He blow a loose orange hair out of
his face.
Stan awkwardly chuckled. “Kyle. I know you don’t like to change things up, and
all-“ he began.
“What do you mean? I don’t like to change things up!” Kyle growled. “I did it
last night, didn’t I!”
Stan sighed. He smiled widely, and leant his head against the book nearest to
himself.
“Kyle. We fucked at the end on the bed. That’s not much of a change.” He said
sweetly.
Kyle pouted. He looked down in embarrassment. “It is for me…” he mumbled
softly.
“I know, but don’t you ever get bored? We used to experiment so much in high
school…we haven’t even done it doggy style since then and that was more then 5
years ago.” Stan said.
Kyle frowned deeply. His green eyes glassy, and he clenched the book tightly.
His nose twitched, and he shovelled backward again.
“That’s not true. I-I…” Kyle nervously looked around himself. “I r-rode you
last month.”
Stan hummed. He nodded. “Yeah you did. But that was because it was my birthday.
Not that I didn’t like it. I really did. I would love for you to do it more
often, or let me ride you instead. Hell. You could even be on top if you don’t
want to change out of missionary. I don’t mind taking it, if it’s you.” He said
with that same goofy, lovable smile on his face.
“What?” Kyle yelped in surprise. “A-Are you joking?”
“Nope. I’m more then willing.” Stan said happily.
Kyle looked like he was almost considering it before he blushed brighter and
shook his head. Stan swore he saw the small clouds of steam come from the top
of his head.
“No. No. No. I-I’d prefer to-to stay…stay…um…” Kyle couldn’t even get the word
out.
“Maybe someday then.” Stan said almost dreamily.
Kyle whined, and shook his head.
“Maybe. Alright. Maybe.” He said. “But not yet!”
Stan grinned at him. “Is that you fucking me? Or you riding me? Or us fucking
in doggy style?” he said almost proudly.
“Stan! S-Stop calling it fucking.” Kyle sniffed.
“Alright. You making love to me? You riding me like a cowboy? Or making love in
the famous doggy style? Is it better if I word it like this?” Stan asked.
Kyle pouted again. His cheeks was beginning to hurt. “For goodness sake Stan.
Even when you word it that way, it’s too much.” He muttered in embarrassment.
“Ah. It’s too much. That’s something you haven’t said to me in a long time.”
Stan said with a chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder if I’ve lost my touch. I used to
make you fall apart so easily, now it’s like you don’t like it as much…or maybe
it’s me.”
Kyle squealed. He shook his head. “Of course not Stan. I love you. I love you
so much…but we’re in prison with many other people around us, and half of them
is our friends. S-So I don’t like to-to make much sound…it’s embarrassing
enough when your Dad caught us that one time.” He said shyly.
“It’s not like anybody cares Kyle. You do know which friends are in here with
us? Right?” Stan asked. “Craig and Tweek go at it like bunnies, sometimes I
feel jealous at how easy they’ll have sex. Clyde and Token did have sex many
times. I don’t know if they’re still doing it since, you know. I heard that
Damien and Pip are doing some stuff too…we hardly do anything. I want us to do
it more. I want to be able to touch you more. I want to hear you cry more.”
Stan frowned a little. “I even caught Heidi and Red the other day doing it.
Bebe admitted to touching herself here. We have this bet on Wendy masturbating
too. We all know Cartman does it.” He said.
Kyle blinked a little. “I really didn’t want to hear about our friends sexlife
here. And if you’re trying to turn me, you’re failing because hearing about
Cartman doing it, doesn’t turn me on.” He said with a roll of his eyes.
“Maybe not the best choice of words.” Stan said with a sheepish laugh.
Kyle snorted. He turned away from Stan. “Remove your arm please.”
Stan sighed, and slide his arm out from the gap. “But seriously Kyle. Aren't
you bored with missionary?” he asked.
“Am I bored?” Kyle repeated. “…m-maybe a little…”
Stan gasped loudly, and his eyes widened. “What did you just say? You’re bored
of missionary!” he grinned widely.
“Oh Kyle! Can we play with different positions tonight then?” he asked.
Kyle’s face turned red with horror and embarrassment. Without a sound, he took
the thick book and slammed it into the gap on the shelve. He heard Stan yelp on
the other side, and even heard the thud of Stan tumbling over.
He panted a little before he realized he could hear footsteps of somebody
running. He barely had time to turn his head before he was knocked over, with a
body on top.
“Stan!” Kyle cried out.
Stan grinned down at him. He pinned the smaller man down, and captured Kyle’s
mouth with his own. He pushed his tongue into Kyle’s mouth, and played with
Kyle’s tongue. He groaned loudly, and grinded against Kyle’s hips. He used his
knees to push Kyle’s legs open.
Kyle struggled to breathe, and when Stan did eventually pull away, their
tongues poking out. Saliva connected their mouths. Kyle sighed to himself. He
clocked his head to the side, and wrapped his arms around Stan’s neck. He
pulled Stan down to him, and shyly killed him back again.
Suddenly a cough gained their attention. Both men tilted their heads up to look
at the end of the book aisle.
Kyle let out a cry of horror, and embarrassment. While Stan grinned up at the
two.
“Oh my.” A familiar British voice gasped out. “Are you guys having sex?”
Stan laughed. “Hiya Pip!”
Damien groaned loudly. He stood behind Pip’s wheelchair, and held the handles
tightly.
“Please don’t have sex in the library. We’re literally two feet away.” He said.
Pip giggled. “We can hear you!”
“Oh damn! Bustard~” Stan laughed again.
Kyle groaned to himself and shook his head. He wanted the ground to open up and
swallow him full. He begged anybody who is out there to seriously take him away
from his stupid boyfriend. Why did it always feel like Stan’s life mission was
to embarrass him?
“God, if you can hear me, please help me.” Kyle mumbled.
Damien snorted. “God isn’t with us, but Satan is.” He said, and then shrugged.
“Marsh, you’re banned from the library.”
Stan cried out. “Seriously dude! That’s so mean!” he gasped out.
“Thank you Damien.” Kyle said with a smile.
“Kyle!” Stan gapped. “You can’t be serious! Kyle you workin herefor almost the
whole day!”
Kyle smirked at him. He sat up which forced Stan to also get up. “Not my fault
my pray was heard.” He uttered out.
“Kyle!” Stan whined loudly.
Pip giggled. He smiled, and hummed to himself. He turned back to direct his
face up to Damien.
“Do you think they’ve had sex in here before?” he asked innocently.
Kyle blushed brightly once again. “We haven’t! I swear!” he called over.
“Not ever now it would seem…” Stan frowned. He generally looked upset.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Come on. Don’t be a big baby. Don’t youhave a job now?”
he said, and the two stood up.
Stan sighed overdramatically. “Yeah…that’s not the point thought. My job is so
boring. I would prefer to be with you.” He grumbled softly.
“Where are you working now?” Kyle asked in general curiosity.
“Nothing special. I’m teaching sports to inmates that want to. Surprisingly
there’s a lot of guys that want to play soccer.” He said with shrug.
Kyle snorted. Nothing special. Huh? That sounded pretty special to him, and it
was the perfect job for Stan who was naturally more sporty then anyone else. He
was the captain of soccer throughout high school, and even got many
scholarships offers on soccer. Kyle had wondered many times why Stan didn’t go
through it…sometimes Kyle wondered if it was his fault…it always made him feel
guilty about.
Kyle breathed in deeply. He bravely leant towards Stan.
“I-If you work hard, and d-don’t cause any trouble…I-I’ll do anything you w-
want tonight. Um. I-I’ll ride you or doggy style. A-Anything. Okay.” He
whispered into Stan’s ear.
Stan blinked once and then twice. His eyes widened, and the most brightest
smile appeared across his face. He grinned at Kyle.
“Really!” he yelped out.
Kyle blushed and nodded. He didn’t say anything, but nodded again and again
until Stan grabbed him by the head. He was yanked forward, and Stan kissed him
firmly on the mouth. It only lasted a few seconds before Stan pulled away.
“Alrightie! Work hard everyone! See you later for dinner!” He called out
brightly. He waved at everyone as his zip-zapped towards the door. “Byeeeee!”
Kyle stared after his lover. His jaw hanged open, as he watched the happy man
leave.
“Kyle. What did you promise him?” Pip asked innocently.
Kyle could only make a whimper-like sound from the back of his throat.
“Sex. He offered him sex Pip.” Damien explained.
“Oh. Must be exciting sex then…” Pip giggled.
Kyle groaned again. He covered his face with a deep whine.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Leopold sighed to himself.
He sat on his bed nervously. His fingers trembled, and he gripped them
together. He couldn’t get Victoria’s and Wendy’s words out of his head.
They were starting an investigation…they were going to start looking into
him…look into…St Mary Cross. They aren’t going to like what they find. Leopold
is sure of it.
He let out a breathless whimper, and lowered his head. He placed it between his
knees, and tried to catch his breathe. It was to much. To much.
“Buttercup?”
Leopold jumped. He snapped his head up to look at the familiar shaggy blonde
haired man.
“Buttercup! Why are you crying?” Kenny asked. “Who made you cry? Who do I need
to go fuck up?”
Leopold smiled. He couldn’t help but smile at Kenny. Just seeing him made him
feel better. Without thinking, he raised his hands for a hug.
Kenny blinked once before he easily walked towards Leopold. He easily moved
towards the smaller man, and wrapped his arms around Leopold. He crushed the
man into a familiar hug, and buried his face into Leopold’s soft curls. He
breathed in deeply, and sighed.
“Mango? Really.” He chuckled. “Did you borrow that shampoo from Kyle?”
Leopold blushed. He nodded a little, and weakly smiled at him. Before he could
pull away from Kenny, Kenny gently brushed his cheeks and whipped the tears
away.
“Now. Buttercup. What’s up. Why are you crying?” Kenny asked.
Kenny shifted them on the bed, and leant back. He pushed the hair out of
Leopold’s face, and smiled comforting at him.
Leopold gulped. He wanted to tell Kenny. So badly. He wanted to spill
everything right there, and he almost did, but instead he shook his head.
Instead, he leant forward, and placed his head onto Kenny’s shoulders.
“Alright.” Kenny sighed. “If you still don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
Leopold sighed happily as Kenny stroked him on the back of his head. Kenny
moved them until he had his back against the wall, and his legs stretched out
over the bed. He wiggled his feet a little, and chuckled as Leopold shifted to
watch his feet.
“So, what you been up today Buttercup?” Kenny asked.
Leopold smiled at him. He shrugged.
Kenny hummed, and nodded himself. “Yeah. I didn’t do much rither. I went here
and there. Helped Craig and Tweek clean up the kitchen before I went outside,
and helped Stan pull apart two of his soccer players. I helped Kyle finish
stacking the books, I read with Pip and Damien. I’m telling you. Damien has no
taste in books! He always picks out the worst murder mysterious.” He said with
a laugh.
“I got Pip on my side, and I picked out a good old comedy book.” He grinned
proudly. “Damien didn’t like that.”
Leopold smiled. He liked that. He liked hearing what Kenny did. He could almost
imagine it all, clearly. See it perfectly. It made him so happy. Made him burn
with such happiness. He laid against Kenny’s side, and snuggled up close to
him.
He felt so safe with Kenny. He loved being with Kenny.
‘But…do I love him…?’ Leopold wondered himself.
Leopold peered at Kenny. His cherry lips pulled into a wider smile, and he
sighed softly. Especially as Kenny had taken a white bag from his secret stash
of Karen’s bakeries. He took out a twinkie, and it hanged out from between his
lips.
Kenny blinked a little, and grinned at him. He took another out of the white
bag, and held it to Leopold’s lips. His eyes beckoned him to eat it.
Leopold sighed, and smiled. He happily opened his mouth, and allowed Kenny to
put it into his mouth. Leopold really did like the taste and for the first
time, he eat it all.
Kenny grinned widely. “Buttercup! You eat it all! I’m so proud of you! Wait
till Karen hears this!” he cheerfully said.
Leopold blinked at him cutely. ‘He…He’s told K-Karen about me?’
“Oh yeah. Karen and Mum knows all about you!” Kenny laughed. He was able to
tell what Leopold was thinking with one look. “They really want to met you!”
Leopold blushed bright. He lowered his head, and nodded slowly. Honestly…he
would like to met them too…he never had a real family before. He wondered what
a sister and a real mother are supposed to be like?
His mother was…not very nice. And he never had a sister, or at least, as fair
as he knew…he never had a sister…
“Karen keeps talking about this new film that has just came out. It’s called
Moana. She really likes the songs.” Kenny snorted, but he still smiled. “She’s
such an animation buff. When we were younger, it was all Frozen. She even sang
‘let it go’ whenever we had a fight.”
“It was annoying…especially when we fought for the remote control for our old
beaten up television.” Kenny smiled. “Kevin said she should have became an
animator.”
Leopold stared at him thoughtfully. He looked so happy. So…wishful. Like he
wanted to go back to those days.  
“But Kevin would have been so proud, so…happy with what she’s done.” He added
with a chuckle.
Leopold reached up and with as much courage, he gently brushed his lips against
Kenny’s cheek. His face become red when Kenny snapped his head around to look
at him with large, surprised eyes.
“Buttercup.” Kenny grinned down at him. “I do miss my family, I do, but I
honestly like it in here. I’m with all my pals. Stan, Kyle, Craig, Tweek,
Damien, Pip, Token and hell, even Clyde! I get to see Bebe, Wendy, Chef and so
many other people! All the people from my home! From my school!”
“I even get to see you daily! If I was out…I would be with my family, but not
everyone else…” Kenny winked.
Leopold nodded. However he wanted to know how, and why everyone from his small
town was at this prison. At St. Andrews.
“PC Principal.” Kenny began. Like he was reading Leopold’s mind. “It was our
new school Principal cut lots of jobs and shit. It made the people who didn’t
fuck up, like Bebe and Wendy look for other jobs. Principal Victoria was a real
Principal before PC Principal took over, she went back to school and studied.
She then became the warden, and offered jobs to people with high credits like
Wendy, Bebe and such. I heard Kyle even got offered a job before he fucked up.”
Leopold blinked again. His lips formed an ‘O’ shape. He nodded. That sounded
pretty cool. The town really did look out for their own after all. He wondered
if that is why they all got put into this prison? It made him smile.
He was glad he was transferred out of St. Mary Cross and into St. Andrews. He
liked…no, he loved it here!
Kenny grinned at him. He pulled Leopold into another comforting hug, and ran
his fingers through the curls. He smiled as Leopold leant into his hand.
“You’re like a little kitten. It’s so adorable.” He muttered.
Leopold blushed even brighter. He smiled shyly and shrugged. He wanted to say
that Kenny was like a puppy, but couldn’t get the words out. Instead, he made
cute cat like ears with his hands, which made Kenny out right laugh.
It was then suddenly they heard a flicker-like sound. Like a small fly trying
desperately to get out of a ball of glass. They could hear tiny thuds from
above, which was matched perfectly up with the lights flickering. And as soon
as they lifted their heads to look at the lights, it flickered off and didn’t
come back on.
The light disappeared and sent everyone into darkness.
Silence filled the air. Leopold trembled in fear. Darkness. It was dangerous.
It wasn’t the same kind of darkness like it was at night. His heart pounded in
his chest, and he gasped breathlessly in fear.
“Shhh. It’s alright Buttercup.” Kenny said softly.
Kenny helped Leopold up to his feet. Leopold almost tripped over them, if it
wasn’t for Kenny holding him by the shoulders.
Roughly 20 minutes later, the sound of feet steps came tumbling up the hallway
outside their cube. Many different footsteps, and a burning bright light was
directed into their cube.
“Chef?” Kenny asked. He tried to shield his eyes from the rather large torch he
had.
“Ah. Kenny. Butters.” Chef said. “I’m glad you’re together. Take your pillow
and blanket, and make your way to the cafeteria.”
Leopold blinked. He nervously shared a look with Kenny before the two of them
did what they were told. They folded up their blankets, and then grabbed their
pillows before both turned to follow Chef.
When he stepped outside his cube, he noticed everyone else in their corridor
were doing the exact same thing. All lining up behind Chef, and reading to be
taken to the cafeteria.
“What’s up Chef?” Kenny asked.
Chef sighed. “Blackout. A nasty storm that came of nowhere and cut off the
power. Victoria wants everyone in the cafeteria.” He explained.
“A blackout huh.” Kenny muttered. “I didn’t know we get blackouts.”
Leopold gulped. He reached out and grabbed onto the back of Kenny’s sweater.
“It’s alright Buttercup.” Kenny smiled back at him and held his hand out to the
smaller blonde.
Still rather scared, Leopold grabbed a hold of his hand. His body trembling,
and gripped the hand tightly. He allowed Kenny to basically drag him up the
familiar hallway towards the cafeteria. It was different, seeing St. Andrews at
night. The inmates wasn’t allowed out of their cubes after lights out, so
Leopold never got to see the dark hallways…it was…so scary for him.
Leopold felt a little more comfort in having Kenny with him.
“Find a spot, and set up your beds. You won’t be leaving the cafeteria for the
rest of the night.” Wendy’s voice echoed out.
Leopold trembled. He stepped closer to Kenny, and peered up at the woman. The
hall wasn’t that scary. It was lit up with torches, and there were guards with
torches at every door of the cafeteria. The tables had been moved to the side,
so there was plenty of space.
“Hey. Let’s set up over there.” Kenny said.
Leopold gulped. He nervously looked over at the spot where Kenny was pointing
too. It was the corner closet to the kitchen, right where people would line up
to get their food. Leopold had to admit it looked better then other places in
the hall as it had a small shelter from the food counter sticking out.
Leopold mutely nodded. Still holding Kenny’s hand, they walked towards the
spot.
“You can take the corner.” Kenny offered with a smile.
Leopold blushed, and clocked his head to the side. Was…was that fair? He didn’t
want to be selfish.
“It’s fine Buttercups!” Kenny grinned with a laugh.
Leopold nodded. He looked down at the spot, and carefully set up the bed. He
pressed his hand against the floor, and winced. It felt pretty hard…wouldn’t
that hurt their backs.
“I’ll be right back.” Kenny said, as he placed his things down.
Leopold twirled his head up to Kenny with large eyes. He gapped a little, not
wanting Kenny to go.
“Buttercup. It’ll be alright. I’ll be right back.” Kenny grinned. “I need to
grab our mattress.”
Kenny pointed back at the guards handing out a thicker blanket like thing. They
were used for the mattress, or cushion, or whatever. Kenny smiled at Leopold
and patted him on the end. Leopold blushed, and slowly released his grip on
Kenny’s arm. He flushed even redder, and curled up. He watched nervously as
Kenny rushed over to Bebe with a wide grin on his face.
Leopold tried to ignore the other men around him. He could feel their eyes, and
he knew why. He looked around the cafeteria, he could tell this was the best
spot…they wanted him to move, but he didn’t want to let Kenny down.
So Leopold bravely sat down, and waited. He stared at a rather large man
bravely, until he backed down and went to find a different spot. Leopold tried
to look brave, but really, inside, he was shitting himself.
“I’m back!” Kenny’s voice cheered.
Leopold almost cried of joy. He twirled his head around to look up at Kenny and
smiled widely up at him.
“Guess yah missed me!” Kenny grinned widely. He shifted the heavy blankets in
his arms.
Just as they were about to set up the beds, they heard a soft sound from next
to them. Leopold turned his head and smiled widely.
“Um. You don’t mind…do you?”
Kenny grinned widely. “Of course not!”
Damien let out a breathe of relief. He nodded in thanks, and looked down at Pip
in his wheelchair. “I have to set up Pip’s bed, put him on the bed, and then
take the wheelchair back to our room. So there is enough space…I didn’t want to
leave Pip on his own, so I’m glad to see you…two.” He said.
Pip smiled widely, and held his hands out like a child. “Hiya Butters!” he
cheerfully said.
Leopold smiled brightly, and reached over. He grabbed onto Pip’s smaller hands,
and chuckled as Pip giggled in happiness.
“I mean…you don’t mind, do you?” Damien asked.
Kenny shook his head. “Not at all. Buttercup likes Pip, and Pip obviously likes
Buttercup. I don’t see the problem.” He said with a shrug.
Damien nodded. He really did look thankful, and Kenny couldn’t help but put a
hand on his shoulder.
“Well. We can put Pip between you and Buttercup. That way he’ll be the safer,
and probably happier.” Kenny suggested, with a wide smile.
Damien glanced at him. His red eyes flickered up at Kenny, and then Leopold. He
watched at how fast Pip had latched onto Leopold, and how quickly the two had
thrown themselves into a conversation about god knows what.
“Yeah. That might be for the best.” He admitted.
Kenny snorted with grin. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous that Pip likes to talk
with Buttercup.” He teasingly said.
Damien blushed. He shook his head and glared at him. “Whatever. Just help me
set up the beds.” He grumbled.
“Right. Right.” Kenny said.
Leopold did his best to help set the beds up. He tilted his head to the side
after it was done, and tapped his finger on his chin. The beds was set up
rather…protectively. He noted. It made him blush. His bed was in the corner,
with Pip right next to him, then next to Damien. Kenny’s bed was put along the
bottom of theirs as if to prevent anybody from coming over and dragging them
out by their ankles.
However, Leopold pillow was placed at the bottom, near Kenny’s…for no reason in
particular!
Leopold shrugged it off, and turned back to Pip. He wanted to help, but Damien
obviously didn’t want him or Kenny to. The dark haired, red eyed man easily
moved Pip from the wheelchair to his bed. Leopold shrugged to himself, and
crawled onto his own bed.
“Gosh. This is like a sleepover. From when I was young.” Pip giggled and smiled
as he thought back on his childhood.
Pip’s small hands gripping Leopold’s hands tightly. He really did enjoy talking
with Leopold.
“What?” Pip gasped out in shock. “You’ve never had one before? Oh I’m so
sorry.”
Leopold let out breathless laugh. Both he and Pip was sitting up, while leaning
against the wall. Leopold sat with his back to the wall, and being able to look
around the hall, while Pip was curled up on his side. His legs pulled up
together, he had his blanket over him to keep him warm. Leopold had the urge to
give him, his own blanket also. To keep Pip warm…he looked so many, so tiny, so
hurt and injured in his own bed.
He almost did when Kenny told him not to worry. That Pip will probably find his
way into Damien’s bed during the night. Not for anything sexual, but for
comfort. Pip could only sleep well in Damien’s arms since the event…Leopold
couldn’t blame him. Still…he wanted to hug Pip himself.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Pip smiled warmly. “I’m fine. You don’t need to get me
anything at all.”
Leopold sighed. He had offered Pip water or food. The guards had been giving
out water, fruits, and strange looking sandwiches. Kenny had grabbed a
lot…Leopold didn’t want to know how he was able to get so much. He knew he was
liked by so many guards…but really…how much?
Leopold glanced over to the doors. Kenny had decided to keep Damien company as
he took the wheelchair back. He hoped they’ll be back soon. Pip had just asked
for if Damien was back yet, and Leopold hoped Kenny would be back soon.
“You like Kenny. Don’t you?” Pip suddenly asked.
Leopold’s eyes widened. He snapped his head back around to Pip in shock.
“I mean, you like Kenny the way I like Damien. The way Kyle and Stan likes each
other. Um, the same way Craig and Tweek like each other.” He asked.
Leopold’s face turned red. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He liked Kenny, a
lot, but is it in the same way of the others?
“You don’t know?” Pip asked after getting nothing from Leopold. He tightened
his hands on Leopold’s.
Leopold gulped. He chewed his bottom lip, and wrote his answer across Pip’s
palm.
Pip nodded in understanding. “Oh. You don’t know…but you’re happy to be with
him. Right?” he asked cutely.
Leopold nodded his head before wanting to slap his face. Pip couldn’t see him
nod, so he quickly wrote down his answer across Pip’s hand again.
“When I’m with Damien, I feel so happy. He makes my heart skip many beats. I
only like it when he looks at me, and I get jealous when he talks to or about
others. I want to be the only person on his mind.” Pip said softly. “I like it
when he kisses me, holds me, and I only want to have sex with him.”
Pip hummed thoughtfully. “Do you feel any of that towards Kenny?” he asked.
Leopold blinked owlishly. His face grow hot, and he tried to think about it. If
he really did feel that way towards Kenny. Many times he had thought about
kissing Kenny…but never did. Many times, he wanted to be held by Kenny and many
times he had became jealous because Kenny had paid close attention to other
people.
‘I do like him!’ Leopold realized.
“You love him!” Pip said in happiness.
Leopold flushed brightly, and lowered his head.
Pip reached around Leopold and gently hugged him. He patted Leopold on the
head, and hummed.
“You make him happy too Butters! Kenny talks about you all the time!” Pip said
softly.
Leopold couldn’t believe it. Just hearing Pip’s words made his heart skip a
beat. He loved Kenny. He did. He had fallen in love…but when? It was almost
like those feelings were already inside him. Already there…but where? How?
Leopold sighed. He smiled meekly and pulled away.
“Oh! You don’t need to thank me!” Pip said with a smile after Leopold wrote the
words on the palm of his hands.
Leopold let out a breathless laugh. Of all the times Leopold had thought about
realizing he was in love, he never thought it would be during a blackout in a
prison with a dear, blind friend explain it to him. Making him realize.
“Hey guys!” Kenny’s voice cheerfully piped up. “Miss us!”
Leopold looked up at Kenny and watched as he practically skipped up to them.
Damien walked almost embarrassed to be seen with Kenny, before he walked
straight to Pip and muttered softly to him.
Just seeing Kenny made Leopold’s heart skip a beat. He loved him. He was in
love with him…
He loved Kenny…
‘I love him…’ Leopold thought shakily.
Kenny throw himself down onto his bed, and sat in an Indian-like position. He
grinned and clocked his head to the side.
“What did you lovebugs talk about while we were gone?” he asked.
Pip giggled. “It’s a secret!” he said cutely.
Kenny pouted. “Aww. Come on Pip. I’m your favourite person!” he began, only to
see the glare from Damien. “Okay. Second favourite person in the world! You
don’t want to hurt my feelings do you?”
Pip smiled. He rested his head against Damien’s shoulder, and sighed happily as
Damien wrapped an arm around Pip’s shoulders.
“But Kenny! You’re not a ladybug!” Pip teased.
Kenny gasped. “Oh you wound me Pip! I could become a ladybug!” he laughed.
Leopold rolled his eyes. He shook his head, but he was thankful that Pip
wouldn’t tell him what they had been talking about. He wasn’t sure if he was
ready to tell Kenny his feelings yet…what if Kenny didn’t like him back? What
if Kenny didn’t love him in return? Leopold isn’t sure he could handle loosing
Kenny…
Leopold is sure he would break apart. He would shatter.
“Yoh!”
Leopold looked up to find two people walking up, holding the blankets and
pillows. He smiled, and waved at them.
“Hey! What up guys!” Kenny grinned up at the men before his eyes bounced. “Oh
my somebody doesn’t look to happy.”
Stan frowned deeply. “Shut up. You don’t understand.” He grumbled.
Kyle blushed, and rolled his eyes. “Get over it!” he muttered in return.
Kenny hummed. “Oh-ho. What is this I smell? A plan for sex gone sour?” he
smirked widely at the pair.
Kyle glared at him. “What’s with you? You’re like a dog with a nose for sex…how
come you can always tell when somebody is having sex, or going to have sex…or
if they make plans for sex?” he asked with red cheeks.
Kenny grinned widely, and leant back. “Call it a gift.”
“Call it a sickening curse.” Damien muttered under his breathe.
Kenny pouted, and kicked Damien. “You’re just jealous!” he said, and the son of
Satan rolled his eyes.
“Gross. Why does everyone talk about sex so much?” Kyle pouted, and began to
set up his bed next to Kenny. “First Kenny, then Stan, now Damien? I kind of
expected it from you Kenny…but come on.”
Kenny pouted, and gasped. “Oh how you hurt me!” he said,.
“Oh no. You’ll live.” Kyle rolled his eyes.
Damien smirked. “Is that why you’re so down Marsh? Did Kyle promise sex with
you?” he asked, and rested his head on top of Pip’s head.
“Seriously dude. You don’t understand. Kyle never talks about sex. He never
promises me sex! It’s such a big deal for me!” Stan said, in an almost sob-like
sound.
Kyle turned redder. “Stan! Come on! It’s not such a big deal!” he said, and sat
on top of his bed.
“It is a big deal! Do you have any idea what I was planning?” Stan gapped out.
He had finally made up his own bed next to Kyle, and sat on his.
Damien snorted. “I get what you mean…kind off.” He glanced at Kyle, and then
back Stan. “Maybe he'll give you quickie in the kitchen.”
Stan frowned deeply. “Don’t get my hopes up. Kyle’s not that kind of person.”
He said.
Pip giggled. He snuggled further into Damien’s embrace. He was happy that
Damien was talking with the others rather then just sitting there quietly. They
had many friends there, and Damien didn’t need to be by himself…
“It isn’t that big of deal!” Kyle groaned. “Look Stan! If it’s such a big deal
for you, t-then, when the blackout is over, and we’re back in our own cube…you
can do what it is your planning.”
Stan’s eyes widened. “Really?” he gasped.
Kyle sighed. “Yes! Seriously! What’s up with everyone and sex?” he whined.
“You just won’t understand.” Stan said with a large grin.
Damien snorted. “Sex is pretty great thought.” He said.
“See. Damien gets it.” Stan chuckled.
Kenny hummed to himself. “What? I’m still trying to understand why Kyle, is
Kyle, but yet I’m McCormick, and Stan is Marsh…is this favouritism Damien?” he
asked.
Damien glared at Kenny. “Don’t start some kind of weird ass drama with me.” He
said.
“But Damien. We call you Damien, and not Thorn. You should us by our names.”
Stan chimed in. “But seriously. Why do you call Kyle…Kyle? I know he has a
really cute name, and stuff.”
Damien groaned. “Really. That’s what you care about?”
Kenny grinned. “Well duh! I’ve known you longer then Kyle! I’ve been your
friend much longer, and you still call me McCormick! I’m so hurt over this!” he
said, with a hand on his chest.
“Alright. Alright. For hell sake. I’ll call you by your damn names.” Damien
grumbled.
Kenny grinned in victory. “Alright. Call me Ken-ny!”
Damien glared at him. “Kenny.” He growled.
“Ah that’s the stuff!” Kenny purred out, and crossed his arms behind his head.
Damien snorted. “I’m going to send you permanently to hell!”
“Been there, done that, got the t-shirt to prove it! I also had a nice chat
with your Daddy too last month.” Kenny said happily. He looked at Damien, and
then Pip. “You haven’t told him about Pip’s situation?”
“What?” Pip gasped out.
Damien gapped himself. “McCormick!”
Kenny pouted. “I’ve gone back to McCormick?”
“W-Why haven’t you told your Dad about me?” Pip asked. “About my…wounds?”
Damien sighed loudly. He looked down at Pip, and shook his head. “Because Dad
loves you so much that you know what he’ll do.” He muttered.
Leopold listened to them for a few seconds before turning to Kenny in
confusion. His eyebrows pulled together. Why was everyone talking about
Damien’s father as if he was such as powerful man?
Leopold wondered who was Damien?
“It’s a bit complicated.” Kenny grinned at him. “I’ll explain it all to you
someday.”
Leopold pouted. He finally nodded, and gave in to it.
“Hey. Where’s Craig and Tweek?” Kyle suddenly asked. “I thought they would have
been here before all of us.”
Stan, who had almost dozed off with his head on Kyle’s lap, Kyle had been
playing with his hair. He peered around the hall, and whipped the little drool
from his mouth. He hummed to himself.
“Yeah. You’re right. I wonder where they are…” he said.
Suddenly they had a few thuds from the kitchen. They all turned their heads in
time to see the familiar two people they had just been talking about exit the
kitchen. Craig walked ahead of Tweek, with his hand rubbing the back of his
head. Their hair was messy, and their clothes looked like they had been hastily
put on.
“What’s going on?” Craig asked. His eyes ranked around the hall.
Tweek nervously peeked out in confusion. “W-Why, gha, is there s-so many people
in the hall a-after hours?”
“Guys!” Kenny began and frowned deeply. “I’m really starting to feel left out
here…everyone is having sex but me! That really is fucked up!”
“…Oh no…has the world gone mad?” Craig rolled his eyes.
Kenny pouted. “That’s so mean.”
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The strong stench of piss, shit and body fluids filled the air.
It was sickening.
Leopold trembled. He had stopped fighting the restraints, but the rubber burned
marks on his wrists, ankles and neck was enough evidence that he did fought
them at once.
He sat with his back arched. His head was heavy, and he struggled to stay calm.
The people in white walked back and fourth in front of him.
Leopold’s glassy eyes traced them. His eyes stuck to them. He memorized how
they moved. How they walked.
It was burned into his mind forever.
His heart was beating so powerfully, that Leopold was terrified they would hear
it and punish him for it. His skin still burned from the previous beating he
was given…for talking to much.
One figure turned towards him. It was male, with long arms and legs. He looked
almost un-human like, with large shoulders and heavy looking hands. However, he
had a small head. He wore a white mask.
Leopold’s eyes were wide. He crushed his teeth together, and tried to prevent
them from chattering. His body twitched as the man stepped towards him.
“Leopold. Leopold.” The voice sang. Spoke in a soft, but high pitched tone of
voice.
Leopold swallowed a horrible, painful lump in his throat. He stared in fear.
“Leopold. Look at the mess you’ve made.” The man tusked loudly.
The small blonde haired man tired not too look down. His eyes wouldn’t move
within his sockets. He stared with large, round eyes and his nail-less fingers
pressed into the rubbery chair arms.
Leopold didn’t need to look down to know what the man was talking about. He
could feel his own urine seeping across his clothes and the chair. He wondered
if he would get the belt for that?
The man had dark brown eyes. Leopold would never forget them. Especially as he
stalked closer, his head slowly moving to the side, and the view around him
becoming shaky. Almost blurry.
A black rubbery glove raised. Held between the man’s fingers was a scalpel. The
silver, clean looking knife flared from the burning bright white lights above
them. The man inhaled sharply, and his brown eyes darkened with concentration.
Leopold’s eyes zooned to the sharp scalpel end and watched as it moved closer
to his face. It moved closer to the surface of his eye, and Leopold felt his
throat burned.
“Leopold. Now be a good boy, and stay still.” The man said firmly. Said
sternly.
A shuddered gasp escaped Leopold’s lips. His eyes flow open, and he laid still
on his side.
Leopold couldn’t breathe. His own fear had frozen him stiff.
“Buttercup?” a familiar voice whispered.
The small petit male blinked slowly. He awkwardly rotated his head backward to
peer up at the face staring at him in worry. Leopold blinked once and twice.
“Hey. Leopold?” the male said, with his eyebrows pulling together worriedly.
“You look pale. What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
Leopold’s eyes lowered. He felt dizzy and confused, there was familiar looking
grey blanket over him. He slowly pushed himself up, and twisted his legs
together. He blinked a little in confusion, almost like he couldn’t remember
where he was. He turned his head a little, and noticed there was many other
people all sleeping in similar beds to him.
A hand gently took his shoulders. Leopold hadn’t expected it, and jumped.
“Buttercup.” That voice called for his attention. “Leopold. You’re okay. You’re
okay.”
Leopold snapped his head around. As soon as his eyes locked with the other
male, he felt relief. He automatically found himself relaxing and calming down.
He pressed his lips together, and sighed to himself.
Kenny. He remembered.
‘That’s right. St. Andrews…I’m not there anymore…’ Leopold thought to himself.
Kenny reached a hand up, and ran his hand though the thick golden hair out of
Leopold’s face. He smiled at him, and rubbed Leopold on the back.
“Hey. It was just a dream.” He said. “A nightmare.”
Leopold sniffed. He nodded mutely, but couldn’t stop trembling. His body
wouldn’t settle down probably. His fingers twitched and tightened around the
grey blanket before his right hand flow up and covered his eye.
He moved like he had suddenly been shot in the eye.
Kenny felt more worried. He forcefully made Leopold turned towards him. He
reached a hand out, and grabbed a hold of Leopold’s wrist. Kenny leant closer
to his face, and forced Leopold to show him his eye.
“Butters. Is that a scar?” he questioned.
Leopold shook. He flinched a little when Kenny lightly, and as gently as
possible, traced the scar. It was faded, and barely noticeable unless you was
close to it or if your attention was brought to it.
Kenny’s blue eyes flickered with curiosity.
“You’re eye…it isn’t real?” Kenny gasped in surprise. “You have a glass eye?”
Kenny rubbed his thumb along the soft, milky white skin. He gentle stroked the
small faded pinkish scar. It was like a little kid seeing Santa for the first
time. Kenny had never noticed before…
Leopold felt his body grow hot. He felt shame, and he tried to pull away.
“Ah-ah!” Kenny said. “Why are you shamed of it?”
Leopold carefully pulled his face away from Kenny’s hands. He reached his own
hands up, and gently rubbed his eyes. He couldn’t exactly tell Kenny the reason
for his glass eye…truthfully, Leopold, himself, doesn’t completely understand
it.
Kenny shook his head, and made Leopold jump in surprise when Kenny pulled him
into a hug. Kenny gently stroked Leopold on the back.
“Never mind that. It was just a dream, don’t worry.” He said softly into his
ear.
Leopold blinked once and twice, before his stiff body relaxed. He sighed
himself, and felt his body burn with warm and not fear.
Kenny’s smell, and just Kenny in general, comforted him. He sighed softly to
himself, and laid his head onto Kenny’s shoulder. He found himself lifting his
shaky hands and holding onto Kenny’s shirt.
Leopold breathed in Kenny’s smell. He sighed once again.
“Feel better now Leopold?” Kenny asked softly.
Leopold slowly pulled away. He was surprised from Kenny calling him by his full
name, and felt his cheek flush. His cherry red lips twitched into a small
smile.
Kenny grinned at him. “Good. You looked like you had just seen a ghost. I was
so worried.” He said, and brushed Leopold’s cheek.
Kenny’s thumb gentle brushed the scar. He couldn’t himself. Why hadn’t he
noticed it before?
Leopold meekly smiled. He shrugged his shoulder timidly.
He inhales softly, and turned his head to look back around the hall. He
reminded himself that everyone had been moved into the cafeteria due to the
storm that had cut out the power. The storm that had sent the whole prison into
darkness. Leopold could see the guards still awake and moving back and forth
through the hallways outside the cafeteria.
Leopold watched them quietly.
“Ah. Don’t worry about them Buttercup.” Kenny chipped. “They’re just making
sure nobody decides to make a runner.”
Leopold gapped. Have anybody even tried to escape St. Andrews?
“Nobody has tried, but you never know.” Kenny said with a wide smile.
Leopold smiled. He liked that. He liked that Kenny could tell what he is
thinking just by looking at his face.
His sea-filled blue eyes glanced back at his new friends. Leopold would never
get his head around how many friends he had somehow made…he had never had a
single friend before.
He smiled cutely upon see that true to Kenny’s word, Pip had moved from his bed
to Damien. Leopold could just about see the small blonde hair sticking out from
underneath Damien’s chin.
Damien, himself, had his arms protectively wrapped around Pip. It was
incredibly sweet. Damien had his face buried into Pip’s short messy curls.
Next to Damien, was Craig and Tweak. Even in his sleep, Tweak was twitching and
shaking, but he wasn’t lashing out like Leopold thought he would. Instead, he
was curled up into a tight ball with his body positioned directly in the middle
of his bed so he wasn’t touching anybody.
Tweak made sure nothing of his body was touching the back of Damien, or the
front of Craig.
Leopold had thought Tweak would be all over Craig just so he could sleep
well…but he wasn’t. He was worried that Tweak would surrogate from how he had
curled up. The thick grey blanket was thrown over his head, without anything
poking out.
All of a sudden, Tweak let out a yelp within his sleep and curled up tightly.
Craig, in his own sleep, rolled over and placed a hand onto Tweak. Immediately,
Tweak relaxed back into his sleep.
Leopold found it rather cute that even in his sleep, Craig took care of Tweak.
They must really love one another…
“I know.” Kenny chuckled. “Everyone has their own dynamic.”
Leopold blinked innocently. He turned his head back to Kenny, and tilted his
head in thought.
Kenny grinned at him, and shrugged. He was able to keep his voice low, and
Leopold wondered if it was due to the many years he had to raise Karen, his
baby sister.
“Damien and Pip. Craig and Tweak.” Kenny said. “And-“
Kenny smirked. He looked over his shoulder at their other friends and found the
beds empty. He chuckled and looked back at Leopold.
Leopold felt his cheeks burn. He nervously rubbed his cheek. He would have been
worried if it wasn’t for the look on Kenny’s face. Leopold had a feeling he
knew exactly where their other male friends are…he almost felt sorry for Kyle,
and wondered what Stan had done to convinced him to do…something with him.
Probably in the kitchen behind them…
“Let’s hope they clean up after themselves. Craig will probably flip if they
didn’t.” Kenny whispered with a wink.
Leopold let out a breathless chuckle. He glanced back at said slumbering male,
with a small smile. He could seriously pick Craig’s displeased face so clearly.
He had witnessed Craig’s displeased face many times.
He didn’t want to be ever in the line of Craig’s anger…ever…
Still, Leopold was surprised at the possibility of Kyle doing it with Stan in
the kitchen.
Kyle was…against doing anything like that.
“Back when we were in high school, Kyle was one of those…nerds.” Kenny
chuckled. His eyes flickered as he thought back to his days in school. “He was,
like, captain of the chess club and shit. That kind of nerd, and Stan was the
captain of the soccer team…they really are the nerd and jock couple.”
Kenny turned away from the kitchen. “I’m really happy they’re together now. I
almost didn’t think they’d be together.” He admitted.
Leopold blinked. He could almost picture the younger Stan and Kyle in his mind.
He had heard they were best friends, or super-best friends, and were incredibly
close. He could only wonder what they had to go though just to be together.
Even now, looking into Kenny’s eyes, Leopold could tell. He was worn down, and
tired, but pleased with how their friends ended up together.
“It was really hard. Buttercup.” Kenny said softly. “Stan, he had this off and
on again with Wendy. Yeah, that Wendy. He was dating her, and trying to
convince himself that he loved her. Everyday, Stan would mutter it to himself,
say to himself ‘I’m in love with Wendy’ but he really wasn’t.”
Leopold couldn’t help but lean against Kenny. He wanted to know more. Every
word Kenny said, had his heart beating faster and faster. He was eager to hear
more.
“It’s difficult to explain…but it really got to Kyle.” Kenny sighed deeply. “It
really hit Kyle hard every time. There this time where he thought Stan was done
with Wendy, and we had talked. We talk all the time about his feelings and
Stan…I thought maybe he should tell Stan how he felt, and Kyle actually agreed
with me…just as he was about to confess, you know what happened, Stan got back
together with Wendy. He was on cloud nine.”
Leopold flinched. He could see the teary, and beaten down face Kyle. He hoped
he wouldn’t have to ever see that…
Kenny shook his head. Like he remembered something he didn’t want too.
“Kyle…he…he got really low. I would say despite everything that had happened,
and has happened…that was the lowest point in Kyle’s life.” Kenny muttered
before he flinched.
“Kyle did something…”
Leopold blinked in curious. He turned to Kenny, and felt his heart skip a beat.
He opened and shut his mouth. He wanted to ask…what had Kyle done…
The shaky haired blonde looked at him firmly. His lips pulled into a sad smile,
and he went to speak. He opened his mouth when suddenly a loud commotion
erupted form the other side of the hall. Leopold jumped in fear. He wiggled
closer to Kenny in his fear. His hands reached out, and gripped blindly at
Kenny.
Noise came erupting through the hall. It woke everyone up, and inmates began to
sit up tiredly.
 
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Kyle felt his full body shook.
He struggled to keep the sounds in his throat, but they were clawing up his
throat anyway. He whimpered and ducked his head, he bit into his bottom lip.
“Don’t. Don’t do that.” Stan’s gentle voice called up to him.
Kyle blushed brightly. He shook his head, and covered his red face.
“D-Don’t talk r-right now…!” Kyle squealed out.
Kyle still couldn’t believe he had allowed Stan to talk him into this. He felt
so dirty…so shameful…but in a good way.
He nervously looked around again, and despite he couldn’t see anybody around…he
was still terrified of somebody catching him.
Kyle had never felt so bare before…he had never allowed himself to be put in
such an open state before.
“Why? I love the sounds you make.” Stan said.
Kyle felt another shudder run up his spin. He whimpered, and crushed his lips
together. His shoulders hunched, and he felt his knees jerk.
Kyle let out a soft yelp as he almost lost his balance. It would have been
embarrassing moment if Stan didn’t have his hands on his hips. But that didn’t
stop Kyle’s face from becoming red.
“I t-told you not to do that.” Kyle whimpered.
Stan smirked. “I can’t help it.” He muttered.
Kyle felt another twitching shudder run up his spine. He let out a shaky moan,
but bites down on his tongue to prevent it from escaping his mouth. His eyes
half-lidded, and he did his best to not look down at Stan.
Kyle knew the other was watching him, staring up at him and taking note of
every movement he made. It was…mortifying. Kyle wanted to run away from his
embarrassment but…it felt so good!
Thankfully, if somebody did happen to walk in right that moment, they wouldn’t
have been able to see them. Kyle had only agreed to this position as long as
they were at the back of the kitchen. The heavy kitchen wear hide them pretty
well…that and the fact, Kyle could reach across and hold onto one of the shiny
metal machines around them to help keep his balance.
“Stan.” Kyle sighed. “M-My knees are starting to hurt.”
Stan hummed. His own eyes half-lidded, as his tongue moved. He always enjoyed
Kyle’s taste, specially now that he had his lover in such a position. His hands
fanned out across the soft pink skin over Kyle’s hips. He held the other
firmly, as he sucked, kissed, licked and nibbled. It was to prevent Kyle from
running away…again.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
Kyle’s face turned redder. The blush spreading up his neck, and reaching his
ears from the way Stan’s voice was muttered. The heat on him was becoming to
much. Too overwhelming…
“I-i…Um…N-No…” he shamefully admitted.
Kyle did like it. He did enjoy doing…this type of things with Stan. It was the
new positions that was difficult, and his knees really was hurting.
To think out of all the positions Stan wanted him in, this had to be one of the
most embarrassing ones! And they’re not doing the main event yet!
Stan had him bare, and spread out above him…it was so embarrassing.
“Fuck Kyle.” Stan groaned. “You taste so good.”
Stan arched his neck, and suddenly the feeling became much more intense.
Kyle’s mouth became slack. He let out a sudden high pitched cry of pleasure,
and his hands flow down to the dark raven hair between his legs. He cried out
again as he felt the other suck harsher on him.
And then? He collapsed.
Kyle let out another sob before he collapsed onto Stan. He panted deeply, with
his body twitching. His skin felt like fire had been dancing across the
sensitive glades. The sensation of hands stroking his thighs were making him
tremble.
“Kyle.” Stan said. “I love you so much, but babe, I can’t breathe.”
Kyle blinked before gasping. He looked down at Stan, and felt his cheeks
flushed brightly.
“S-Sorry.” He whined and quickly wrapped off him.
How embarrassing! He had accidently crushed Stan’s face with his thighs during
his climax. He knew he shouldn’t agreed to riding Stan’s tongue. It was to
much, and Kyle’s instincts had told him not to…when does he ever not listen to
his instincts?
Kyle sighed to himself, and covered his face with his hands. His shoulders
hunched from shyness. He was beginning to remember why he was so ken on the
normal missionary position.
“Kyle?” Stan softly said.
Stan reached over to his lover, and gently took his wrists. He pulled them free
from the tomato faced man, and smiled widely.
“Don’t be so embarrassed. You was beautiful, there’s nothing to be ashamed
about.” Stan said sweetly.
Such sweet words made Kyle blush even redder if it was possible. He bites back
a sad whine, and nervously looked at Stan.
“I…I can’t help it.” He mumbled quietly.
Stan smiled, and shovelled closer to his lover. He reached out, and took Kyle’s
small shoulders. He pulled Kyle close, so close that their noses touched and
their lips were inches apart.
“I won’t lie Kyle. I damn well love it. I love how shy and embarrassed you
get…it makes me want to play with you even more.” Stan admitted. “I want to see
just how fair I can push you.”
Kyle blinked a little. And Stan swore for a second, he saw steam come from the
top of his head.
Kyle’s lips twitched into a half smile, and a half frown. “Don’t…Don’t s-say
things like that Stan…” he mumbled shyly.
Stan clocked his head to the side. His lips pulled into a wide grin. “But Kyle,
I think you like it. I think you like it when I talk like this.” He said.
“W-What? Of c-course I don’t!” Kyle gasped.
Stan let out a soft chuckle. “But Ky-le~ You’re so hard~” he sang out.
Before Kyle could even say a word, Stan launched forward and captured Kyle’s
mouth with his own. Kyle tried to pull away when he felt the familiar warm hand
wrap around him. The feeling of Stan’s hand on himself sent an shudder through
his body.
Stan smirked against Kyle. He ran his tongue between Kyle’s lips, and with his
free hand, he cupped the back of Kyle’s head so he couldn’t escape him.
Kyle tried to fight the other, but found himself giving into him quickly. He
groaned back against Stan, and without his knowledge, rutted against Stan’s
hand. He looped his arms around Stan’s neck, and kissed back with as much force
as he could.
“Stan. Y-You’re such a bully.” Kyle sighed happily. He moved his lips back
against Stan’s.
Stan let out a soft snort. He ran his fingers through Kyle’s beautiful red and
orange curls before he ran his fingertips down the small dip of his back. He
moaned as he felt Kyle’s body shudder against his. He lean firmly pressed his
hand against Kyle backside, and then, he was throwing himself backward.
Kyle let out a surprised yelp. He blinked furiously, and owlishly before he
realized he was straddling Stan. Immediately he turned red again.
“S-Stan! Come on, really?” he whimpered. “You a-already had me in one
embarrassing position…”  
Stan smiled warmly up at him. He ran his hands up Kyle’s soft legs before
pressing them against his thighs. He moved his right hand up, and took Kyle’s
hand.
“Please Kyle?” he said with his best puppy eye. He pulled Kyle’s hand close to
his face and pressed a quick kiss to the inside of the arm.
Kyle stared down at him. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and he sighed.
He looked off to the side and then back at Stan.
“Alright…alright…” he mumbled. “B-But only o-one round!”
Stan grinned up at him. He chuckled to himself. Only one round? When two made
love in the normal missionary position, Kyle could go for almost two – three
rounds…
“Fine. You’re breaking my heart here dude.” He joked.
Kyle blushed. He glared nervously at him. “I can just walk away, you know.” He
muttered.
“Ah. Please Kyle!” Stan said.
Kyle almost smirked down at him. He grinded his backside against Stan’s own
harden flesh. He nibbles his bottom lip as he watched Stan’s pink face. He felt
a little smug as he watched his lovers face.
A shuddered, breathless gasp escaped Kyle’s lips. His hands shook against
Stan’s chest, and felt his green eyes water as he sunk downward.
Stan buckled up against him. His head fell back, and he let out a soft groan.
And then, they were moving.
Kyle eagerly raised and dropped his hips. His body moved forward, with his head
resting against Stan’s shoulders.
Stan held Kyle close. He kept buckling up into the heat coven. His own eyes had
become watery, and while he wasn’t as red as Kyle, he was just as breathless.
The other man literary took his breathe away. He eventually held Kyle’s hips
and had to help move him.
Every now and then, Stan would ease Kyle’s head upward and pull him into a
kiss. To which Kyle immediately reacted too, and kissed back with such
desperation that it left Stan numb.
“S-Stan…” Kyle whimpered.
Stan gasped deeply. He sat up, and made Kyle cry out at the sudden movement. He
pulled gently took Kyle by the hair, and pulled his head back a little. He ran
his lips along the pink flesh revealed. He kissed along Kyle’s throat.
Stan took a round patch of skin, and sucked. He sucked hard and listened to
Kyle’s whimpering moans. And after couple of minutes he pulled away and smiled
upon seeing the light bruise that grow darker with every passing second.
“You’re mine f-forever!” Stan said with a shudder. “I’ve marked y-you.”
Kyle clocked his head back down. His green eyes locked with Stan’s and his hips
buckled firmly back against Stan. His insides fluttering and twisting.
Noticing the sudden desperation from his lover, Stan speed up. He thrusted
harder up against him, and held Kyle close to himself. He licked at Kyle’s cute
nipples. It felt like Kyle was sucking him in, and it felt so good.
Kyle couldn’t speak. His mouth was slack, and his body was shaking
uncontrollable. He was on the verge of his climax. His body glittered from
sweat. He loved beautiful, and he pressed his body further against Stan.
“Are you g-going to come for m-me?” Stan asked.
Stan tilted his head back to look up at Kyle’s face. He smiled and pressed his
hand firmly against Kyle’s backside. Stan firmly pressed Kyle down upon him.
Kyle cried out. His eyes rolled back and he felt his body burn with heat. His
groin filled with white acid heat, and he came. He came so hard that he felt
dizzy.
Stan kept moving. He kept thrusting upward, forcing Kyle to ride out his orgasm
until he, himself, felt his own orgasm on the verge of bursting.
Kyle panted. He clocked his head down and noticed Stan’s face. He smiled and
leant down. He ignored the sensation of tenderness, and lifted his hips. He
lifted and then dropped his hips, as he leant in close to Stan’s face. He
pressed kisses along Stan’s neck and chest.
“C-Come inside me babe.” He whispered softly.
Stan shuddered. His fingers pressed almost painfully into Kyle’s hips, before
he arched his back. His insides erupted with his climax.
Kyle gasped as he felt Stan come inside of him. He trembled, and arched his own
back.
Both men collapsed against the kitchens floor. Both panting, out of breathe.
Kyle laid with his head between Stan’s shoulder and neck, while the dark haired
man had his arm loosely thrown around Kyle’s waist.
A silence fell over the two. They laid together for a number of minutes, before
feeling like they had to move. The gross feeling of sweat and other body fluids
drying on their skin, forced them to move.
Stan watched Kyle silently. He observed the small ginger man as he used the
sink to clean himself. They both knew what would happen if a certain friend of
theirs who practically owned the kitchen, would do if they didn’t clean up
after themselves.
“We should hurry back…we’ve probably been gone to long.” Kyle muttered.
Stan clocked his head. His eyes lowered to Kyle’s hands, and watched as he
scrubbed them. He didn’t say anything, just observed his lover.
Kyle sighed. He turned around and blinked. “What?” he asked.
Stan shrugged. “Nothing. I was just…thinking to myself.” He said.
Kyle frowned. He walked towards Stan and decided to sit down next to him. He
pouted, and huddled himself up into a small ball.
“About what?” he asked in curiosity.
Stan let out a low laugh. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, and turned
towards Kyle.
“Just how much I love you.” He admitted bashfully.
Kyle blinked once and then twice. He tilted his head around Stan, and shivered.
He debated getting back up and putting his clothes back on, but his body didn’t
want to move yet. He wanted to be lazy for a little while longer.
“I’m not having s-sex again, Stan.” He said firmly.
Stan blinked before frowned. “No Kyle. I wasn’t after sex. I was just
saying…that I’m happy to be you, that I love you and all.” He muttered. “Is
that wrong?”
“…N-No. It’s not wrong. I’m sorry.” Kyle said after a moment of silence.
Kyle shifted. He moved closer to Stan, and rested himself against his side. He
placed his head onto his Stan shoulder, and frowned to himself.
“I love you too…” Kyle said. “I know I don’t say it as much as you…but I do. I
do love you.”
Stan hummed. He wrapped an arm around Kyle’s shoulders. “I know. I’d just like
to hear it more often.” He shrugged.
Kyle blushed. He meekly smiled. “I love you.” He whispered.
Stan grinned. He rested his head on top of Kyle’s. “Love you too Ky.”
The smaller man sighed. He snuggled closer to his lover, and frowned. He
blinked his forest eyes slowly, and looked at Stan from the corner of his eye.
“Hey….I want to talk to you about something.” Kyle finally said.
Stan hummed. “What is it?” he asked and lifted his head in curiosity.
Kyle breathed in sharply. He kept his head down to look at his lap, before he
lifted his gaze to look at Stan. He stared into Stan’s eyes, and looked like he
almost didn’t want to say whatever was on his mind.
“Stan…we…we can’t keep dancing around what happened. I think it’s time we got
to address it.” He finally forced out.
Immediately, the after glow of fucking great sex, left Stan’s face. He frowned
deeply, and let out a deep sigh.
“Do we have too?” he asked awkwardly.
Kyle nodded. “Stan. Why did you really come back? You followed me in here the
one time before…you didn’t have to throw your life away again, for me…” he
asked. His voice creaked and pitched as he spoke.
It made Kyle wince.
“Throw my life away?” Stan repeated slowly before let out a deep growl. “Is
that what you really think?”
Stan growled under his breathe, and clenched his hands. “Goddamnit Kyle. Even
after everything, you still think I’m blindly following you and throwing my
life away?” he hissed.
Kyle flinched. He knew Stan would get angry whenever he brought it up, but he
had to know. It was seriously bugging him.
“Yes Stan!” he snapped back. His own anger flaring up. “You didthrow your life
away! The first time you followed me in here, I felt so-so guilty! Like I had
fucked everything up for you, again! You had just been accepted onto a team for
fuck sake, and then you fucked it all up for me!”
Kyle’s eyes blazed with something, something Stan wouldn’t ever be able to
understand.
“But then you was released from St. Andrews and I thought ‘Hey! Stan might be
able to follow his dreams now. That he can finally make something of himself,
and do what he had always wanted!’ but then I fucked that up for you too,
didn’t I!” Kyle hissed himself.
Stan shook his head. “Okay! First of all, you didn’t fuck anything up! It was
me. Always me for being a dumb fucking twat! I didn’t throw my life away! No!
You didn’t!” he said.
“Second of all!” Stan growled with anger. “Did it ever cross your mind that
maybe, just maybe, soccer isn’t my dream? That maybe just maybe, my Dadwas
pushing me for it, but I really wanted was…oh, I don’t know, a future with you?
It wasn’t my dream at all, it was my Dad’s and I’m so-so tired of having to
live my life for other people! I don’t want to be a football player, I don’t
want to be a captain of a soccer team and I most as hell don’t want to be
famous for it!” he said.
Stan reached towards Kyle, and gripped his shoulders tightly. Every word he
stated, he shook the small man. He wanted Kyle to understand him.
“I made you throw your life away!” Stan said.
Kyle stiffened. His eyes widened and he stared at Stan in shock.
“W-What?” he breathed out.
Stan let out a broken sound from the back of his throat. His head flopped down
and he let out a soft whimper.
“I…ruined your life. You wouldn’t be in here if it wasn’t for me…If I wasn’t
so-so…stupid!” Stan said. He huffed out the word ‘stupid’. The way he said the
word made Kyle flinch.
Kyle reached up with his right hand. “Stan. You didn’t ruin my life.” He began.
Stan snapped his head up. His normally bright blue eyes, full of life, was
suddenly dark and red rimmed. He grabbed a hold of Kyle’s right hand, and
clenched his small wrist tightly. He twisted it painfully, and forced it closer
to Kyle’s face.
“Yes! Yes. I. Did.” He growled out.
Stan forced the pink flesh close to Kyle’s face. Forced him to see.
“Look at it Kyle! Look at what I made you do because I was such a careless
twat! A stupid, so fucking stupid and selfish, bastard!” he sneered.
Kyle’s eyes widened so much that the skin around his eyes burned. He tried
desperately to pull his arm free from Stan’s grip. He looked everywhere but at
what Stan was trying to make him see.
“….I…I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kyle cried out. “Let go!”
Stan tightened his grip on Kyle’s arm. “No! You’re always running away! You’re
always avoiding it! When I was released from St. Andrews, I tried to come see
you! But I was turned away again and again! Hell! I found out you don’t even
let your parents see you! Ike fucking loves you, but he doesn’t even know if
you’re doing alright!” he said.
Kyle shook his head. “Shut up! I don’t want to hear from you!” he hissed.
“No, you have to hear it! You’re so caught up in your own guilt! So caught up
in your own fucking head, that you can’t see!” Stan said. His nails dug into
Kyle’s soft skin. ”How can you completely cut off your family. They fucking
love you, way more than other families! You know, your Mum broke down crying
when I told her you was alright? You don’t even reply to their letters!”
Kyle growled. His lips reeled back, and he glared at Stan. “Because it’s their
fault I’m in here, in the first place!” he sneered back.    
“It’s my fault Kyle! Mine! Not theirs, and not yours! So stop acting like it!”
Stan shot back without a second heartbeat.
Stan huffed deeply. “You’re being so unfair! So-So, so greedy!” he said.
“Ike told me, he was so scared! He was so scared that you might have tried to
take your own life again!”
Then Stan felt pain. A stinging pain that flared across his face. He blinked
furiously, as his head snapped to the side. His hand became limp, and he
dropped Kyle’s arm.
Automatically, Kyle shovelled away from him. He cradled his sour arm to his
chest, and sniffed.
“It’s my fault.” Kyle suddenly said.
Stan snapped his head up to look at the other. He blinked in surprise, while he
reached a hand up and touched his cheek. He winced. He had forgotten that Kyle
had such a good hook.
Kyle’s eyes became glassy. Watery. He pulled his knees up, propped his hurt arm
over them.
“It’s my fault…it isn’t yours…or my families. It’s just mine…” Kyle whispered.
Stan watched as Kyle traced the line. The white faded line on his wrist. It was
the first time he had seen Kyle acknowledge the mark on him. He wanted to move
towards the other man, and hold him, to protect him but at the same time…Kyle
needed this.
Kyle rubbed his face. He tried not to cry, as he looked up at Stan. He forced a
watery smile, that broke Stan’s heart.
“It’s my fault Stan. It’s mine because I couldn’t take it.” Kyle explained.
“Because I was so weak, and…sad that I thought it would be better if I wasn’t
there. It is my fault because I got up, and went into my bathroom.”
“Nobody else forced that razer into my hand. Nobody else ripped that razer from
my wrists.” Kyle mumbled. Tears slowly beginning to stream down his cheeks.
“And certainly, nobody else’s fault that I enjoyed the red waterfall that came
from them.”
Kyle shook his head. “It’s my fault that I couldn’t take it, that I thought I
had failed at-at killing myself…my fault that I attacked that nurse and almost
killed her. I didn’t mean too, really, but…but…I wanted to die so badly….and
she wouldn’t let me die.” He said in a broken voice.
Kyle’s own words made him sick to his stomach. “My fault that in my self-hatred
and anger, I grabbed a random syringe from the cupboard and forced it into her
neck….I…I just wanted her to sleep…sleep for awhile so I can kill myself.” He
sobbed.
“Kyle.” Stan muttered.
Stan quickly crawled right over to Kyle. He wrapped his arms around him, and
pulled him close.
“That wasn’t your fault Kyle. You was high off drugs.” Stan reminded him. “They
pumped you so full of shit that wasn’t even meant for you. You got to remind
yourself of that. They mixed up your painkillers with a mental illness person.”
Kyle sobbed. He clung to Stan and shook his head. “But I think about her every
day. Not a day goes by where I don’t remember her, that she crosses my mind and
I remember. I remember that I destroyed her, that I killed her.” He cried.
“Kyle. You didn’t kill her. She’s still alive.” Stan said. His whole body
shook. He, himself, was on the verge of crying.
He hated it, but yet…it was so overdue. Kyle needed this.
Kyle buried his face into Stan’s chest. “But I hurt her. I hurt her so bad. All
she was trying to do was help me. To save me, and I hurt her, Stan.” He
whimpered.
Stan gently brushed his red and orange curls out of his face. He gently brushed
Kyle’s face. “But she’ll get better. She’ll eventually get better…it isn’t your
fault Kyle.” He said.
“But it is Stan.” Kyle whimpered. He pulled his head away. His eyes bright red,
sore, and swollen.
“No. Kyle.” Stan protested. “It’s my fault. If I had just listened. If I wasn’t
so pig-headed, and listened to you. None of this would have happened.”
Kyle sniffed. “Oh Stan. That…that wasn’t you fault…that was nobodies fault. I
was just…unlucky…” he whispered with a crushed expression appearing across his
face.
“But I could have stopped it! If I had just believed you, I could have stopped
it from happening!” Stan frowned. His eyes darkened with pain, and lowered his
head. “But I was too up my goddamn own ass to listen!”
Kyle rubbed his eyes. He reached up, and wrapped his arms around Stan’s head.
“If I had just…listened to you. Maybe I could have done something, for
you….that day, if I just went with you, went with you to the hospital like you
wanted! If I had just agreed to come with you for that stupid job…then-then…he
would have never chosen you!” Stan hissed. His fingers twitched with the urge
to hit himself over and over again. “I should have protected you. I failed. I
failed so badly.”
Kyle’s face burn. Burn with more tears, with more sadness and despair. He
buried his face into Stan’s dark curls.
“…You blame yourself for that?” Kyle asked. His voice broken and helpless. “So
that’s why you followed me into St. Andrews?”
Stan nodded. “I love you Kyle. I love you so much. I should have protected you.
I should have been a good fiancé, and went with you to your new job. Then he
wouldn’t have touched you. He wouldn’t have hurt you so bad, and you-you
wouldn’t have….have tried to leave me…leave us!” he sobbed. His hands
tightening around Kyle.
“Stan. You’ve been trying so hard to make it up to me…you don’t have too.” Kyle
said softly.
Stan lifted his face. He looked up at Kyle. “But…”
Kyle smiled at him. “It really…wasn’t your fault…it’s n-nobodies fault. I came
to terms with that…a long time ago…” he said pitifully.
“But he made you hurt yourself. It made you try to kill yourself! It made you
hurt that nurse. It put you in St. Andrews!” Stan said. His hand shot out, and
he cupped Kyle’s face.
Kyle sighed. He leant into Stan’s hand. “T-That’s true. The trauma of what
happened…made me try-try to take my life. But it was my fault that I hurt the
nurse, and my fault that I ended up in St. Andrews. Nobody else’s…” he breathed
out. His throat burned from dryness.
“It’s not your fault.” Stan sated firmly. “That…that man hurt you so much, and
the trauma made you try to end your life…then you was given somebody else
medicine that sent your brain through the roof. It wasn’t your fault. You don’t
even remember what happened, just what was told to you…”
Kyle sighed deeply. “But Stan…at the end of the day…I still hurt somebody. It’s
somebody thing I have to live with….” He muttered sadly.
“…I wish…I wish I could at least apologize to her. The woman that I…I hurt…”
Kyle added, with more tears running down his cheeks. “I-I don’t want any
excuses…I just want to take responsibility for it…”
Stan hiccupped. He cupped Kyle’s face, and brushed his tears away. “You’re
amazing, Kyle. I love you so much.” He sobbed.
“Just don’t leave me again! Please! Don’t even try too!”
Kyle cried. More tears then ever before ran down his face. “I won’t. I promise
Stan. I love you too. I won’t try to leave you again.” He said weakly.
Stan smiled. He wrapped his arms tightly around the other body, and pressed
butterfly kisses all over Kyle’s face. He kissed him as much as possible until
Kyle was laughing.
“God. I love you so much.” Stan groaned.
Stan shook his head. He gently kissed the scars on either wrist. His blue eyes
darkened, and he peered up into Kyle’s face. Many times, Stan had been worried
that Kyle would hurt himself again but Kyle hadn’t shown any signs of wanting
to hurt himself again but…Stan was still worried.
“Kyle…” Stan began. “Do…Do you still ever have the urge to-to…hurt yourself?”
Stan had whispered the words.
Kyle blinked a little. His nose twitched, and he leant back just a little to
look Stan in the face.
“Do…I ever…want to cut myself again?” Kyle repeated slowly. He blinked his
green eyes at Stan.
Kyle frowned. He lowered his head, and let out a deep sigh escape his lips.
“Sometimes.” He admitted bluntly. “Sometimes I think about it. When I remember
that night, when I remember what I had done…I think about somehow getting
something sharp, and just….”
Stan’s body shook. He tightened his arms around Kyle.
Kyle smiled meekly. He placed his hands onto Stan’s face. “But then I remember
you, and my family, and my friends. Then I don’t feel the urge to hurt myself.
I want to stay with everyone…” he said softly.
A few tears rolled off Stan’s cheeks. He swallowed a thick lump, and he pulled
Kyle close to him. He pressed his fingers into Kyle’s soft skin.
“Don’t leave.” Was all Stan said.
Kyle nodded. He leant back against Stan. “I won’t.” he breathed out.
“Besides…I’m getting better, I think. I talk with Mackey a lot! And I even have
sessions with Wendy. I think…I’m doing okay…”
“But you don’t talk to your family.” Stan said.
“…I can’t.” Kyle finally said after a long moment of silence.
The words made Stan’s head rocket upward. He stared back at Kyle, with his
eyebrows pulled together.
“Why?” He asked loudly. “Why not?”
Kyle gulped. He looked down in shame. “Because…I coursed them so much pain…so
much trouble. I don’t think it’s fair for me-me to keep on burdening them…” he
murmured.
“Kyle…” Stan said. He leant up, and gently kisses Kyle. “You know you’re not
burdening them…they love you. They want to know if you’re okay. Your mum, you
know what she’s like, was going to crazy because you would let her see you…”
Kyle didn’t say a word. He kept his head down. He looked like he was in deep
thought, but obviously didn’t want to talk more about his family. Stan just
hoped that Kyle would change his mind, and request to see his mum at least. He
remembered their childhood, and remembered just how overprotective she was of
her little barba. She loved him a lot.
Stan nodded. He turned his eyes away from the man he loved more then anything,
and looked around the dark kitchen. He gently rubbed Kyle on the back.
After ten minutes of silence – the two men just laying together. Both had
calmed down, and was just baking in one another’s bodies. One another warmth.
“Stan?” Kyle whispered gently. “You never really told me how you got put in St.
Andrews.”
Stan let out a soft hum, and turned his eyes back to Kyle. He smiled a little,
and ran his fingers through the other man’s ginger curls. He was always
surprised at soft his hair was.
“You mean what I did to get thrown into St. Andrews?” he asked.
Kyle rolled his eyes. He snorted softly. “I mean the first time. Before you
came back.” He said, and clicked his tongue.
Stan grinned. “Obviously. After all, all I did was violate my probation trial.
Which wasn’t that hard. I destroyed our next door neighbours letter box…and a
few other things.” He said.
“Stan.” Kyle gasped. He lightly hit Stan on the shoulder. “I still can’t
believe you violated your probation for me.”
Stan grinned wider, and shrugged. “I love you. You wouldn’t talk to me at all.
What else was I supposed to do?” he asked.
“Er, that’s easy. Move on. Not get thrown back into Prison Stan.” Kyle snorted
but he couldn’t help but smile.
“That’s easy enough to say.” Stan huffed, but smiled also.
Kyle shook his head at him. “But I am happy…I-I mean…I don’t forgive you for
it, but I’m happy to-to see you and…all that…” he muttered softly.
Stan hummed. “And I’m fine with that.” He said with a nod.
Kyle rolled his eyes. He sighed. He looked like he wanted to say more, but
didn’t. Instead he simple, snuggled closer to Stan for more warmth. He wondered
how much longer they could stay there before they had to head back. The guards
might have noticed their absence by now…right?
“Well. What did you do the first time?” Kyle asked. “I mean, I was in St.
Andrews for a week before you turned up. I know I never asked what you did…but
I still can’t get my head around the fact that somebody like you could have
committed a crime.”
Stan chuckled. “The same could be said about you. You know. You definitely
don’t seem like somebody who could have committed a crime.” He said before
frowning to himself. “Ah. Sorry.”
“No.” Kyle shook his head. “You’re right. I never pictured myself to committing
a crime, and being thrown into prison with such a sentence. But then again. I
never expected myself to be raped, either.”
Stan flinched. His body twitched, and he glanced at Kyle briefly. “I know. That
is why I was put into St. Andrews.”
“What?” Kyle gasped. His green eyes widened, and he looked at Stan in the face.
“You didn’t!”
Stan shrugged. “I couldn’t help it. I was so angry, and pissed off. He had
ruined your life.” He said.
“It was the day after your trial. You probably don’t remember. You was pretty
out of it, but I tried to talk to you. You looked at me…like you didn’t know
me. Like all those years of us being together, our childhood of super-best
friend to lovers didn’t exist in your world.” Stan said, his voice becoming a
deep growl.
Stan’s hand clenched, and he arched his back. “I hated it. And I was just so
pissed off. Nobody was even doing anything, the police and the whole law system
had let you down…everyone down. They wasn’t doing their job. Nobody was going
after that man, and it made me so angry.” He sighed.
“I saw him after the trial. The smug bastard.” Stan growled deeply. “He acted
like nothing had happened. That it was consensual! That you wanted it, and that
it had nothing to do with what you did!”
“It did! But he wasn’t going to take it seriously! Neither the police, or
anybody else. Nobody was listening to you, me or your family!” Stan huffed.
Kyle nodded his head slowly. He pushed his hair out of his face. “Stan…I
already…accepted that nobody believed me, but you didn’t have to do that of all
things…” he said softly.
“Yes I did.” Stan stubbornly said. “That asshole was going to get off free
while the damage he coursed had ruined us. Had hurt you. I just wanted him to
feel the pain you felt. To feel something.”
Stan glared at nothing in particular. “I didn’t care what happened to him…” he
frowned.
Kyle’s eyebrows pulled together. “So you beat him up, then?” he asked.
“Yes and no.” Stan said. He rolled his head down to look at Kyle. “I wanted to
hurt him more. I wanted to kill him. I might have if Shelly didn’t come to
visit me.”
“Stan!” Kyle gasped.
Stan shrugged. “I didn’t. I just broke some of his bones, and shit. In the end,
I took a deal.” Stan’s lips pulled into a smirk. “At least it got the police
involve. They’re investigating him. Investigating the…rape…” he said.
Kyle sighed. He shook his head. “Oh Stan…” he said softly.
“At least I got the ball rolling. Sure as hell more then those police
officers.” Stan grumbled, with his eyes rolling.
The ginger haired, Jewish man just sighed. He opened his mouth but then changed
his mind. He lowered his head, and ran a hand through his hair. He turned on
the cold floor, before he slowly got up. His legs buckled underneath him, and
he reached for his clothes. His fingers grabbing a hold of the plain, whiteish
clothes.
“It’s starting to get cold.” He said.
Stan watched him before he nodded in agreement. He waited until Kyle was fully
dressed before moving to get dressed himself. He grabbed a hold of his own
prison clothes, before he looked at Kyle in the eye.
“Are you seriously angry at me for that?” he asked.
Kyle blinked. He peered back at him with a nervous hum. “No. I’m…I just wish it
wasn’t like this.” Kyle mumbled softly.
Stan bites his bottom lip. He nodded in agreement before he reached to Kyle. He
wrapped his arms tightly around Kyle’s shoulders. He hugged him tightly, and
buried his face into the curls.
“I won’t say sorry for something I’m not sorry about.” Stan whispered.
Kyle nodded. He hugged Stan back, with his arms wrapping around Stan’s stomach.
He pulled his head back, and looked up at him with a small smile.
“We should probably head back now.” He said softly.
 
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
It was late at night, and Clyde still couldn’t sleep.
The young brunette laid stiffly on the blankets. He had entered the cafeteria
late, compared to everyone else. When he entered, he had found that there was
not enough space around the other people he knew. So Clyde had to settle for
sleeping by himself away from them.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t try to spot Token.
After everything that had happened between the two, Clyde had not spent much
time with Token. The dark skinned man had be avoiding him since Clyde had told
him about Bebe. It was ironic, as Clyde himself, had done his best at avoiding
Bebe.
It hurt. Hurt more then it should really.
It was stressful.
Clyde hadn’t been able to sleep well for the past few days. His time was
running out. Bebe had given him a week to think about before he had to give her
his answer….but what is he supposed to say?
Back in High School, he had an off and on relationship with her, and even
thought he was going to lose her to Kenny at some point. Clyde would even go as
far to say he loved her. She was his best friend after all…
Clyde let out another groan. He ran his hands over his face, and sighed deeply.
He kept going over in his head. Over and over. He wasn’t sure what he’s
supposed to do. He knew what his single dad would want him to do, he would push
Clyde to pick Bebe and start a family. His father had become rather closed mind
when his mother died from cancer.
His mother, on the other hand…she knew and loved him no matter what…
He wished Token would just…talk with him. Just tell him his honest thoughts on
it.
Clyde couldn’t help but feel a little bubble of frustration. Why was Token
making a big deal out of this? It wasn’t like Token would do the same thing if,
maybe, Nichole had offered him the chance. Like Clyde and Bebe, Token had an
off and on relationship with another girl called Nichole.
Thinking of her, Clyde felt guilt. He never really got along with Nichole, he
disliked her greatly and she knew it. It was no secret. He and Token had a few
fights over it in High School, as the two was close friends too. Clyde would
even say Token was his second best friend, after Bebe.
It was strange. Now that Clyde thought about it, he really had no reason to
hold such feelings towards Nichole. She was lovely. She was nice and kind, and
had helped so many times. Hell, she even helped him cheat once in an exam and
then tried to tutor him.
Nichole was sweet. She was trying to be his friend, obviously but Clyde just
didn’t take to it.
He didn’t like her, and still doesn’t.
Clyde frowned to him. Why? He asked himself, but couldn’t come up with a good
enough reason.
Another sigh escaped Clyde’s lips. He sat up, and frowned. His warm eyes looked
around the cafeteria, and noticed many inmates were muttering to one another.
His eyes looked over where his friends were, and Clyde really wanted to go over
to them but there wasn’t enough space…that and the fact, right now, Clyde knew
he couldn’t handle their insane conversations they were prone to having.
“Hm. Looks like Butters is having a nightmare.” He mumbled to himself.
Clyde watched as the odd tiny blonde kept turning and tossing. His small body
shook, and eventually Kenny reached out to him. Clyde wanted in a strange
fascination as Kenny’s hand slide into the blankets and took Leopold’s hand.
Immediately, Leopold relaxed and cuddled up more.
It was strangely amazing to see…it was the same feeling Clyde would get when he
looked at Craig and Tweak, or Stan and Kyle. Clyde always wondered if he was
mentally unstable or something, he always found himself observing them
closely…maybe too closely.
Clyde never could figure out why.
The brunette jumped in surprise when Leopold flung upward in fright. His face
was so white, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. However after a
few seconds, Kenny took care of him and held him.
It was…strange to see Kenny caring for somebody so deeply.
Clyde shook his head. He turned his head to look around the hall once again,
this time he was searching for somebody. He didn’t realize he was even looking
for a certain somebody until he saw him.
Immediately, Clyde felt annoyance and frustration grow within him. His eyes
narrowed at the other man across from him, sitting on the other side of the
cafeteria. Clyde huffed deeply, and clenched his hands with the bubbling anger
building in his stomach.
His heart skipped a beat as he watched the man get up. His eyes narrowed, and
he stared at the man.
Before Clyde knew it, he was following. He scrambled to his feet, and awkwardly
tried to avoid stepping on any other man sleeping. He had witnessed some other
inmate accidently step on another, and ended up almost being beaten up. Of
course, he didn’t, as the guards jumped in.
After a couple of minutes, Clyde successfully climbed over every single inmate
without any trouble. He smirked to himself in victory. He shook his head, and
turned his head to peer over where he saw the man exit through.
Clyde without another thought, rushed after the man. He blinked his eyes, and
nervously poked his head through the doorframe. He tried to spot the man
anxiously, and his heart skipped a beat in his chest.
“Where’d he go?” he mumbled in confusion.
“What are you doing?” a voice said. “Are you following me?”
Clyde jumped. He spun his head to look at the taller man.
“Ah. Token.” Clyde gasped. “Fancy seeing you…here.”
Token frowned. He raised an eyebrow at the short brunette. “Yeah. Fancy seeing
you here, in prison where we’re practically in each other’s spaces.” He
muttered with a soft snort.
Clyde blushed. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
“What do you want?” Token asked.
Clyde blinked a little. “What? You think I want something from you? I’m
just…er…” he trailed off with a soft grunt.
Token rolled his eyes. He shook his head, and looked away. “Well, if that’s it,
then excuse me. I got to take a piss.” Token said.
“Taking a piss…?” Clyde repeated before gapping. “Oh. You need to go pee.”
Token snorted. “Yeah. I got to go pee. So can you, like, move?” he asked.
Clyde frowned. He nodded slowly, and stepped to the side to allow the taller
man to pass. He frowned deeper, so deeply that his cheeks were beginning to
burn. He didn’t know why it upset him so much, to be brushed to the side like
that.
Token had never brushed him off to the side before. Not even when they were
young, and Clyde would bug him beyond compare. Token always taken it with a
smile, and did his best to help Clyde out.
It was no secret that Clyde had dyslexia. When Token had found out, he had
taken it on himself to help him with anything and everything.
It was in Token’s nature.
Besides, Clyde was a bit of a cry baby and he would work himself into tears
over English, Maths and everything in between.
Many times, Token had saved him. Many times over, Clyde was thankful towards
Token.
Token had done so much for him.
“I’m sorry.” Clyde blurred out.
Token paused in step. His body stiffen, and he looked over his shoulder. He
looked at Clyde with his eyebrows pulled together.
“What?” he asked. “Why are you sorry Clyde? You’ve done nothing wrong.”
Clyde pouted. He lowered his head, and sniffed. “Yes I have. I’ve done a lot
wrong in my life, and I didn’t mean too. I didn’t mean to course you any harm.”
Token sighed. He turned around fully to face him. “Clyde…” he breathed out.
“You seriously don’t need to apologize for anything. You didn’t bring me any
harm…it was my fault.” Token soft said. He looked down, and lightly tugged on a
black curl. “It was my fault. I should have known better to get-get…get so….”
Confusion was clearly on Clyde’s face. His nose twitched, and his lips
twitched.
“I don’t understand. Token. What do you mean? Why is it your fault? You should
have known better for what?” he breathed out. Spoke the words all at once, it
almost sounded like a jumble to Token’s ears.
Clyde looked so confused. So lost. It was that expression. The expression Token
hated the most. The expression of being untouched with reality. The expression
of being broken, and simply not understanding the numbers and letter presented
in front of him.
Token would have never allowed that expression to appear across Clyde’s face.
Ever since that one time back in High School where Clyde had broken down. Had a
panic attack during an important exam. Probably the most important exam of
their high school life.
Clyde had been attacked so many times because of his dyslexia, and his mental
break down during that exam had been the perk of the turning point of his life.
Token had sworn to make sure Clyde never failed after that. He had done
everything he could.
“It’s alright Clyde.” Token softly sighed. He rubbed the back of his neck, and
made his way towards Clyde. “You don’t need to trouble yourself with this.”
Token put a hand onto Clyde’s shoulder. His lips pulled into a strain, and fake
smile.
“But Token-“ Clyde began.
Token shook his head. “Clyde. Stop trying to figure it out. It’s fine. It’s
okay. We’re still best friends.” He said.
Clyde eyebrows pulled together. “B-But Token. Please. Why is it your fault.
Please. I need to know.” He all but whimpered softly.
Token stared back at him. He almost looked sheepishly, and bites his bottom
lip. He finally nodded a little, and stepped back from Clyde. He smiled weakly,
and nodded his head once again slowly.
“Clyde. You should talk with Bebe. She loves you a lot, so much and I’m sure
you love her too.” He said. His voice sounded almost pained and it made Clyde
tremble.
Clyde frowned. That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but then, what did he want
to hear? He wasn’t sure. His chest hurt a lot, and he looked down. His hand
bundled his sleeves tightly, and he breathed out sharply. His face felt oddly
hot too.
“Don’t worry to much about it Clyde. I’ll handle it. You just need to let Bebe
know your answer.” Token chimed with that smile.
Clyde stared at him. He watched in silence as Token muttered more words to him,
but he wasn’t completely sure what he said as his mind was in shambles. He
blindly nodded, and found his hands outstretched towards Token when said man
disappeared through the doors to the bathroom.
“You’ll handle it…” Clyde whispered after Token was no longer in sight.
Why did that not sound right to him? What should Token be handling anyway?
Why did it sound like Clyde didn’t get a choice in this?
And more importantly…Token had told him to give Bebe his answer, but Clyde
didn’t have an answer….?
“I’m so confused.” Clyde groaned and ran his hands down his face.
“Oh my god. You’re so damn stupid.”
Clyde jumped in surprise. He blinked owlishly, and spun around to look at the
person standing behind him. He wasn’t expecting somebody to be there, or having
overheard him and Token. Clyde flinched from being called ‘stupid’ of all
things.
“Don’t call me stupid.” Clyde grumbled.
The other smirked widely. “I’m just calling it how I see it. You’re pretty
stupid. Always have been. No need to get so upset over it. Clyde.” He chipped.
Clyde frowned deeply. His eyes burned with unleashed tears. He clenched his
hands, and turned away from him.
“Just go away Cartman.” He huffed. “I-I don’t want to hear from you.”
“Aye! That’s so mean!” Cartman grumbled loudly. “I’m trying to help you, you
little cry baby.”
Clyde flinched again. He moved as if Cartman had suddenly slapped him. He
sniffed, and rubbed his fists against his hands. He shovelled further away from
Cartman, and swallowed a thick lump in his throat.
“H-Help me? With w-what exactly?” Clyde asked.
Cartman rolled his eyes. “With Token obviously. How slow to do yah need me to
go? Want me to spell it out for you? Oh, you might not be able to spell it
either.” He muttered the last more to himself then to the smaller man.
“Token!” Clyde gasped out. “You know what Token meant?”
“Duh.” Cartman snorted.
Clyde smiled. His eyes glowed at the other man anxiously. “Well? What’s wrong
with Token?” he asked.
“You, obviously!” Cartman huffed loudly.  
Clyde’s smile quickly turned downward into a frown. “Me? What do you mean?” he
meekly asked.
Cartman groaned loudly. He rolled his eyes again, and ran his hand through his
short, cropped brown hair. “Man you’re so slow! Jesus Christ. You’re so
stupid!” he huffed loudly.
“How the fuck does Token put up with you?” he added.
“S-Stop calling me stupid.” Clyde whimpered. “I’m not stupid. Token said I’m
not stupid,
Cartman looked at Clyde in the face, and his lips pulled into the wide smirk
ever. He looked evil as he peered at the smaller, and whimper brown haired
male.
“Oh. You’re not stupid, huh?” he sneered. “Then what’s the Root of 13? Come on
now, it’s super easy. No? Then how about the most easiest sum, what is five
times eleven?”
Clyde opened and shut his mouth. A dark red blue spread up his neck, and
reached his ears. Even a little steam came from his head. He had no answer. He
didn’t know. Clyde always knew he was a slow learner, and sometimes he forgets
what he learns, but Token had always been there. Always been there to help him,
and had never allowed him to fail.
Token had told him over and over again that he wasn’t stupid…Clyde believed
him…
“I’m not stupid. Token told me I’m not stupid. I’m just slow.” Clyde said.
Cartman smirked wider. He bounced his eyebrows at him. “Then Token lied.” He
snorted.
Clyde shook his head. “Token has never lies. He has never lied to me before.”
He added.
“Really? Token has never lied to you before? Are you sure about that?” Cartman
sneered darkly. “Are you absolutely sure about that? Not even a shadow of
doubt? I mean, what was your exam score?”
Clyde opened his mouth. He was about to say something before he second guessed
himself. His eyebrows pulled together, and curled up his arms to his chest. He
nibbled his bottom lip, and stared tearfully back at the fat man.
“Y-You’re wrong. Token n-never lied to me…” he mumbled.
Cartman snorted. He pushed himself off the wall, and casted his shadow over the
smaller male. His lips pulled into a wide smirk, and Clyde swore he was missing
a few teeth but he wasn’t sure.
“Oh but he has. More then once.” Cartman pressed. “You seriously think
everything Token has told you is the truth? That you’re smart? That you’re
seriously an B+ kind of guy?”
Clyde’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped. “H-How do you know that? N-nobody
knows that.” He squealed out.
Cartman shrugged. “It wasn’t a secret you know. So Token helped you gain B+’s
after your little melt down. Pretty pathetic really. You couldn’t even get
through a simple exam without crying like a little bitch. You know what? I bet
you didn’t even know that Token got into trouble for doing that? For helping
you cheat. He somehow got Mr Garrison to agree to it.” He snorted, and rubbed
his chin as he spoke.
“I tried everything to get it out of Token, but the dude wouldn’t tell me what
he did to get Mr Garrison to agree to it.” Cartman added.
Clyde stayed quiet as he listened. He stared in shock and surprise. What did
Cartman mean by that?
“T-Token…helped me cheat?” he asked slowly.
Cartman rolled his eyes. “For fuck sake Clyde. Token would sneak in, and switch
your test out. Mr Garrison allowed it for some reason.” He smirked.
“How many times has Token told you that it was your brain alone that was able
to successfully score that grade?” Cartman asked. “How many times has Token
lied to you?”
Clyde’s eyes burned. Tears swelled up at the corner of his eyes. His lips
twitched, and a few tears seeped out from underneath his eyelashes. He crushed
his lips together, and trembled.
“S-Shut up Cartman.” Clyde growled. “I d-don’t need to listen to you. You’re
just-just fucking with me.”
Cartman rolled his eyes again. He rubbed his temples with his pudge fingers.
“You want to know what Token meant? It’s pretty obvious. You two fags have been
having butt sex, right? Aye. So sick! From the sounds of it Bebe wants your
babies!”
“So sick! Why you would want a dick up your butt rather then those perfect
tits!”
Clyde glared at Cartman through the tears. “D-Don’t about Token and Bebe that
way!” he groaned.
“The rich bastard meant he shouldn’t have got so invested in you, you big cry
baby!” Cartman growled. “The stupid bastard actually had feelings for you, you
dumbo. I’ll never know why, you’re just so…you! But then again, all you
miserable fuckers like butt sex for some reason.”
Clyde gapped at him. He opened and shut his mouth, and more tears ran down his
face. He shook his head in disbelief. Token had feelings for him? Had invested
in him? That sounded so alien to him. It didn’t sound right to him, and made
him feel sick to his stomach.
So sick for some reason…
“Y-You’re lying to me. You’re f-fucking with me.” Clyde sobbed.
Cartman peered at his face, and sneered loudly. “You don’t believe me? How
pathetic. You could go ask him yourself but whose to say he’ll tell you the
truth anyway? Token might end up lying to you again!”
“Shut up!” Clyde snapped.
He couldn’t handle it anymore. Cartman had lied to many times, to much, and
coursed so many problems. He didn’t want to listen to him anymore then when he
had too. Clyde knew he didn’t have to listen to Cartman at all.
“Shut up and leave me alone!” he growled.
Clyde turned around. He fully intended to return to his makeshift bed back in
the cafeteria, when Cartman let out a deep pig like sound and grabbed his arm.
Cartman yanked him back. He easily lifted him off his feet, and swung the
smaller man back, knocking the window out of him.
“Oi! I’m trying to help you!” Cartman hissed. “You little bitch!”
Clyde’s wet eyes widened, and burned with his own anger. Frustration filled
him. Frustration from the past few days overcame him, and before he knew it,
spun around and throw his first forward. He could not describe the satisfaction
he gained from the look on Cartman’s face as his fist slammed into that
pancake-like face.
Cartman stumbled back. He held his cheek, and his eyes burned.
Clyde was much smaller, and much weaker then that fat man. There was no way he
had enough to strength to seriously hurt Cartman, but that doesn’t mean he
didn’t try.
Clyde let out a mute yelp as Cartman swung back at him. The much large fist
slamming into his face, and sending him straight back, his smaller body
slamming into the wall and he swore he heard a loud sickening creak run up his
body.
His vision was becoming blurry. A loud ring echoed through his ears, and he
thought for a second he was going death. He could see blurry figures running up
to them, but he couldn’t hear them. He didn’t quite understand what was going
on before everything went dark.
In complete truth, Clyde felt happy that everyone had just stopped.
Stopped. Even if it was for a little while.
It would be enough for him.
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
The next day came quicker then Leopold would have liked.
After what happened with Cartman and Clyde, Leopold had trouble going back to
sleep. He felt so bad for Clyde. He was taken the infirmary, and Cartman was
thrown into solidary for god knows how long. He had heard Wendy was pissed off
beyond compare, apparently she was working with Cartman and was very
disappointed.
The storm had passed them within in a day. It was pouring with rain, but
eventually the power was restored. And everyone was moved out from the
cafeteria.
“So you have nightmares, mmkay?”
Leopold resisted the urge to let out a deep sigh. He looked up at the over-
sized head man, and kept his hands on his lap. What could he really say? Better
yet, he wondered how he even knew about his nightmares.
“Still nothing, mmkay…” Mr Mackey sighed.
Mr Mackey tapped his fingers repeatedly, and frowned to himself. He had a small
stack of papers on the desk, and was looking through them before turning his
attention to look at Leopold.
“Mmkay. I was talking with Wendy, you know Wendy, nice girl, pretty girl, long
black hair, mmkay.” He said. “We was talking about a job for you, mmkay.”
Leopold snapped his head up. He anxiously waited to hear if he had a job, and
what kind of job he would be placed into. He didn’t really request to work
anywhere, he just shrugged when Mr Mackey offered it couple weeks before.
Honestly, Leopold would like to have a job. For that few hours of the day,
every day, he was by himself. Kenny had…odd jobs, changing all the time and
doing different jobs every day. Apparently Kenny had been here so long that
they had just allowed him to switch.
Leopold was curious about what type of job he enjoyed the most?
“Mmkay. You said, well gestured, you wanted a job, mmkay.” Mr Mackey said.
“Wendy said there is a job she is comfortable having you in, Mmkay?”
Leopold tilted his head in curiosity. He clicked his tongue, and clenched his
hands on his knees, and leant forward. He anxiously wanted, and his blue eyes
flickered with wonder.
Well? What job is it?
Mr Mackey shovelled through the pages again and smiled. “We’ve decided it would
be good for you. Mmkay. We think you’ll enjoy doing the job, mmkay. It is not
too tough either. Mmkay.”
“The job, mmkay, is outside. Gardening. Working in the fruit and vegetable
patch, we also have a flower bed too, mmkay.” Mr Mackey said with his head
clocked to the other side.
Leopold blinked. So he was gardening? That sounded…simple…to simple. He never
really gardened before, so he wouldn’t lie if he felt a little excited about.
Mr Mackey nodded his head. He reached a blueish paper to him. “Here. You need
to sign this, mmkay. That you’re alright working on those jobs. Mmkay.”
Leopold nodded. He reached a shaky hand and took the paper. It was written
clear, and spoke of what was expected from him, and how much they would ‘pay’
him. It was…odd to him but Leopold nervously signed the dotted line.
“Ah. Good. Good. Mmkay.” Mr Mackey nodded, and took the paper back. “Also, if
you don’t mind, can you hand this Kenny? It’s his new job he requested.”
Leopold eagerly took the blue paper. His heart skipped a beat as he took the
paper with the job written upon it. He looked down, and let out a breathless
snort of amusement. Kenny was working outside too? Working as a soccer coach
along with…Leopold smiled. He understood now.
Kenny was working with Stan.
He wasn’t completely sure what soccer is, but from what he heard it was
something a lot of people liked. That includes prison inmates, and apparently
Stan was very talented in it. Leopold wondered…if Kenny was just as good in it?
Or if Stan would have to teach him?
Coach. They both were going to be soccer coaches, so what that mean? What is a
coach exactly?
Leopold blamed St. Mary Cross. He had been in that awful place to long that he
didn’t even known what soccer is or what coaches mean.
“Mmkay. You are gardening, but once you’ve done your job, feel free to join in
their soccer games. Mmkay. We’ve noticed how close you’ve gotten to Kenny and
Stan.” Mr Mackey said happily.
Leopold nodded at him. He won’t lie. He was more then a little excited, but yet
anxious about gardening. He hadn’t gardened before. What if he messed up? What
if he accidently ruins the vegetables, fruits and flowers?
He gulped nervously, but smiled meekly in response. His fingers twitched. He
hadn’t been outside in a long time. Back in St. Mary Cross you was not allowed
outside, ever! He hardly ever saw the sun, or felt the nice breeze blow across
him. Hell, Leopold almost doesn’t remember what the sun feels like on his skin.
“Mmkay. You’re happy to be a gardener. That’s good. Very good. Mmkay.” Mr
Mackey said happily. He was pleased with the end result, and nodded his head
again. “You’ll get the basic tools for gardening tomorrow, or when it stops
raining. Mmkay. Don’t worry to much, you should have been working with Clyde
Donovan. Mmkay. But he still is in the infirmary, Mmkay.”
“So you’ll be with Bradley Biggle. Mmkay.” Mr Mackey explained. “Just until
Clyde is back out of the infirmary. Mmkay. Scott’s real nice, real shy and
quiet. You’ll like him. Mmkay.”
Leopold blinked. He nodded his head slowly, and ran the name over in his head.
Bradley Biggle? The name was oddly familiar, but yet not. He couldn’t put his
finger on it.
“If it isn’t raining anymore tomorrow, Bradley will come and met you. Mmkay.”
Leopold inhaled softly. He nodded in understand, and clicked his tongue. He
pushed the blonde hair out of his face, and chewed his bottom lip.
“Mmkay. Other then you’re job, how are you doing? Mmkay?” Mr Mackey asked. He
put down the papers and leant in close to peer at Leopold’s face. “Everything
alright? Nobody bulling you, mmkay? You settled in alright, and adapted right?”
Leopold stared at him. He puffed his cheeks out, and nodded his head slowly. He
had settled in alright, but he wasn’t really being bullied. Not since Cartman
had gained up on him that one time, but the fat man had all but left him alone
since he got his packages every day or week.
Mr Mackey sighed. “Still not talking, mmkay.”
The small blonde flinched a little. His fingers twitched, and he looked off to
the side awkwardly. He nodded his head with a small breathless hum.
“Alright. Mmkay. I’m assuming you’re hungry.” Mr Mackey nodded his head. He
scribbled something down before looking back Leopold. “You can go now. Mmkay.
Dinner will be served soon. Don’t want to be left behind.”
Leopold let out a soft breathe of relief. He smiled meekly at the large headed
man, and got to his feet. He was pleased to be allowed to go. He sniffed
softly, and eagerly moved towards the door. He couldn’t wait to be outside the
office.
Nothing against Mr Mackey or anything…but Leopold always felt sick inside said
office.
Leopold let out a breathe he didn’t realize he was holding when the door closed
behind him. A shudder ran through his body, and he rubbed his arms as he walked
along the corridor with the other half-sleep inmates.
“You heard about that Clyde-dude?”
“Yeah. He has a black eye. Did you see it?”
“He got into a fight with that fat dude.”
“You mean Cartman? Yeah, I heard about that.”
“Why the fuck would he go up against him?”
Leopold let out a breathless sigh. He rolled his eyes, and shook his head.
Everyone was talking about poor Clyde. Clyde and Cartman. Leopold new better
then anybody that Cartman would pick the fights. He highly doubted that Clyde
would willingly start a fight with Cartman of all people.
He snorted, and shook his head once again. He clicked his tongue, and turned
away from the small crowd of inmates. He let out a soft breathless whistle, and
made his way back to the cafeteria. It looked completely different from last
night, now that everything was put back into place.
“Buttercup!”
Leopold felt his lips twitch into a smile. His heart automatically began to
beat in his chest, and he let out a shaky breathe upon seeing the man. His
fingers twitched, and he meekly waved back at him.
Kenny.
Kenny had a happy-go-lucky grin, that spread widely across his feet. He waved
wildly at Leopold, with sparkling, glowing sea-blue eyes. His shaggy blonde
hair was messy, and stuck out in every place.
Leopold walked straight towards him. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling
anxious. However, his anxious went from happiness at seeing the man to worry.
He could see a long cut that was draped across Kenny’s forehead. It moved from
his ear to the middle of his forehead, there was even a small scar moving down
his cheek.
Without much thought, Leopold reached out and grabbed a hold of Kenny’s chin.
He worriedly pulled his face closer to look at the sudden cut that had not been
there the day before…or the night before. He hadn’t seen the wound earlier
either.
“Ah. Buttercup. Don’t worry.” Kenny chuckled.
Leopold frowned at him. How can he not worry?
Kenny gently took Leopold’s hand, and moved it from his chin. He ran his thumb
across the back of Leopold’s hand. He winked almost sweetly at Leopold.
“Really Buttercup. I’m alright. You don’t need to worry about it.” Kenny said.
Kenny reached with his free hand, and touched Leopold’s chin. He brushed his
fingers along Leopold’s lips, and then down his chin.
“Besides, you’re pretty cute when you worry.” Kenny teased.
Leopold pouted. He rolled his eyes, and snorted at him in amusement. He had
became used to Kenny teasing him, thought, it didn’t do his heart any favours.
After his talk with Pip last night, Leopold had realized he had fallen for the
other blonde. He was just beyond surprised at the realization. He didn’t really
understand what being in love with somebody meant, or what it’s supposed to
feel like just…what he feels for Kenny…just what Kenny makes him feel like.
He loved him.
He really love Kenny.
It was still so overwhelming, and Leopold struggled to get his head around the
new thought. The new fact.
Leopold pouted. He leant closer to Kenny, and tried to see just where the cut
came from. He lightly brushed his fingers across the cut. The blood had dried
up, and it looked nasty. Like it had seriously hurt Kenny.
“I just cut myself, is all.” Kenny said comforting.
Leopold sighed. He leant back, and dropped his hands to his lap. He stared at
Kenny with his lips twisted together.
Kenny laughed. “I’m seriously Buttercup. You really think I’d either lie to
you?” he said with a smile.
Leopold rolled his eyes. He smiled himself, and nodded finally to him. He
looked around the cafeteria, and noticed there wasn’t nearly as many people as
normally. He then returned his attention to Kenny, and remembered the blue
paper Mr Mackey had told him to give to Kenny.
“Ah. From Mr Mackey. Huh?” Kenny hummed. He ranked his eyes over the paper and
clicked his tongue. “Oh. I’m doing soccer with Stan again.”
“Hey!”
Leopold smiled. He looked up to look at the tall dark haired man with warm
eyes. His lips pulled into a smile, and he waved at the pair. Stan looked…a
little too happy. He was practically glowing as he sat across from Kenny. His
eyes all but sparkled like an anime character.
“I smell somebody had sex last night.” Kenny grinned.
Stan smirked at him and clocked his head to the side. “Yeah. I am happy to
inform that I rocked Kyle’s world last night.” He said brightly.
“Stan!” Kyle squealed in embarrassment, and appeared behind Stan. He slapped
his partner on the shoulder and whimpered.
“Yes. You said that a lot last night too.” Stan smirked up at him.
Leopold felt his cheeks burn. He had never met so many people who lived to talk
about sex. He bashfully looked down. His fingers twitched and threated together
on his lap. Even though it embarrassed him beyond anything, he couldn’t help
but to smile.
“Damn Kenny. What did you do this time?” Kyle asked.
Kyle sat down next to Stan but across from Leopold.
Kenny smirked widely. He leant across the table to look at Kyle’s face. “Ah-ah,
don’t change the topic Kyle.” He purred out.
Kyle turned a bright crimson and looked off to the side, with a nervous smile.
His shoulders hunched up, and his fingers pressed against the table.
“Now come on Kyle. Tell us. Did Stan rock your world last night?” Kenny chimed.
Kyle groaned loudly. He glared at Stan, and puffed his cheeks out. His nose
twitched. He swung his head back to Kenny, and grumbled loudly.
Kyle breathed in deeply, and clenched his green eyes shut. “H-He…he did…” he
whispered. His voice so low, and quiet, that it was hardly heard.
“I what?” Stan purred out with a smug smirk appearing on his face.
Kyle blushed harder, and whimpered under his breathe. “You did!” he finally
blurred out with a whine.
“Yeah! I did!” Stan cheered out.
Kenny burst out into laughter. He shook his head, and couldn’t stop smiling at
the two of them.
“My god.” He laughed.
Leopold stared at the three, and breathed in sharply. He looked away, and
brushed his blonde hair out of his face. He really…liked them. He loved all of
them. And liked to spent time with them. It made his chest squeeze with
something…something he couldn’t remember but wished he did.
It was an unfamiliar, but yet familiar feeling that made his fingers and toes
tingle. That made his toes curl in. He didn’t want to be away from them…ever…
“Did you at least clean up after yourselves?” Kenny grinned. He had to be ad
least related to Cheshire Cat in some kind of form. “Can you imagine what Craig
would say.”
“Craig would say what?” Craig’s familiar emotionless voice called out.
Leopold looked as Craig guided Tweak down onto the mental bench. He gently
rubbed Tweak onto the back, and when Craig was sure the twitchy blonde was
comfortable, he turned a heated glare onto Kenny expectedly.
“What would I say about what?” he repeated himself with a deep grunt.
Kenny chuckled. His blue eyes flickered with amusement, and clocked his head to
the side. He propped his chin on his hand.
“Why don’t you ask our super-best friends couple~” he sang out.
Craig immediately spun his head around to the two men. His dark eyes narrowed
at them and noticed how anxious the two had become. His eyes flickered between
both men, and trumped his fingers on the table.
“Well?” he huffed impatiently.
Kyle wailed in embarrassment and shook his head furiously. He curled up tightly
as if he was trying to make himself so small, that his body would just
disappear into thin air without a trace. Steam puffed out from the top of his
head, and gulped softly.
Stan looked at Craig awkwardly. His lips twitched and he sheepishly rubbed the
back of his neck.
“Okay…don’t freak out.” He slowly began. “Kyle and I…we kind of…did it in
your…um, kitchen…”
Craig stared in silence. His eyes burned as they stared at Stan. It was almost
like he couldn’t understand what Stan just said. Like it was almost alien to
him. Alien that somebody would have sex in the kitchen. In his kitchen.
“Y-You, gha, what!” Tweak squealed out. He gapped furiously.
Kyle blushed brightly, and shook his hands out in front of him. “We didn’t
touch anything! Honestly! Tweak!” he gasped out.
“Did you…at least clean after yourself?” Craig breathed out throw clenched
teeth.
Kyle trembled on the branch. “Yes! We did! We cleaned twice!” he gasped out.
“We did?” Stan asked only to jump when Kyle slapped on the arm. “I mean, yes!
Yes we did! We promise!”
Kenny snorted loudly. “Oh come off it Craig! You seriously saying you never-
ever had sex in the kitchen? You never throw Tweak on one of those kitchen
counters, and went to town?” he asked almost too innocently.
Tweak let out a horrified squeal, and covered his face.
Craig throw his arm around Tweak’s shoulders. He gently rubbed his arm in hopes
to comfort him.
“McCormick. I’m going to let that slide.” He breathed out darkly. “Just this
once, since its your birthday and all.”
Leopold felt his blood run cold. It was Kenny’s birthday? His face paled,
especially as he watched the other men, one by one, pulled out different sized
packages Leopold hadn’t realized they were holding. He watched as they was
pushed across the table towards Kenny.
“I mean it McCormick. If you bring it up after today, I will end your life.”
Craig warned.
Kenny grinned at him and winked. “Duly noted babe.” He chuckled as Craig rolled
his eyes.
“Well, happy birthday, I guess.” Kyle mumbled with a blushing face.
Kenny hummed. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the boxes. He sheepishly rubbed
the back of his neck, and smiled at them. “Guys. You really didn’t have to get
my anything.” He said almost in embarrassment.
Leopold frowned. It was almost like…Kenny wasn’t used to getting gifts.
Still…he couldn’t help but feel awful. He had nothing to give Kenny!
What an awful…friend!
He didn’t know Kenny’s birthday! He didn’t even know any of their birthdays!
“Shut up Kenny.” Stan snorted with a smile. “We know you had a rough childhood,
so you never got good gifts for your birthday and Christmas. We want to get you
things to make up for it.” He shrugged.
Kenny blinked at his friend. He smiled with a soft pink embarrassment.
“Yeah. Listen to Marsh.” Craig snorted. “So stop complaining and open your damn
presents before I take mine back!”
Tweak shook his head. “H-He doesn’t, gha, mean that. Kenny.” He said with his
own nervous smile.
Kenny grinned at them. “Aw. Thanks guys. Seriously. This means a lot to me.” He
said and looked back at the presents.
Leopold stiffen on the spot. He watched mutely as one by one, Kenny opened his
presents. Each time he felt his heart skip a beat. Kenny’s face. His
expressions. It made Leopold feel warm, but yet so bad. He had nothing for him
at all.
“Damn Kyle! How the fuck did you get that in here?” Craig suddenly asked.
Leopold blinked. He looked at the gift that Kenny had, and stared in awe.
Kyle shrugged. “I didn’t. I made it. I’m good at that stuff. Remember.” He said
with a roll of green eyes.
“Yeah. My little wife~” Stan sang and Kyle huffed.
Kenny smiled. He looked at the jacket and then back up at Kyle. “Seriously
dude? You really didn’t have too…this is amazing.” He gasped out.
“It’s almost like the one you used to wear as a kid. I changed the sleeves
thought. It’s not the same shade of orange either. Commissary only has so much
things.” Kyle shrugged.
The shaggy haired blonde held the jacket up, and whistled. “It’s so awesome
dude! Thank you!” he grinned at the ginger, who smiled brightly in return.
“Now look at mine.” Stan said childishly.
Kenny chuckled. He nodded, and took the next gift. He peered into the box, and
bounced his eyebrows.
“Did Kyle help you with this?” he teased.
Stan pouted. “Oh how you hurt me. Dude.” He gasped teasingly.
“Thanks dude. I love Nascar!” Kenny grinned, as he took out the brand new stack
of nascar posters.
Stan nodded. “Yup. And don’t worry. I’m not a fat fucking twat. I know you
don’t have to be poor or stupid to like Nascar.” He said with a roll of the
eyes.
Kenny snorted. “Thanks. That still pisses me off.”
“Cupcakes? Thanks Tweak!” Kenny cheered. He looked at the white box that had 6
perfect made cupcakes with perfect orange frosting.
Tweak blushed, and played with his fingers. “I-I like baking. Gha. I’m h-happy
you like them! I put, gha, all my effort into them!” he said sweetly.
Kenny grinned at him. “Awesome! Seriously, thank you so much Tweak!” he said,
and looked at the cakes again.
“Babe makes the best cakes.” Craig said proudly.
Leopold couldn’t help but wonder how good Tweak really was at baking?
Kenny chuckled. He nodded his head, and then looked at the smallest box. He
hummed with an amused smile on his face.
“Seriously Craig?” Stan gasped.
Craig smirked. He shrugged. “Kenny can be super-Craig for a while.” He teased.
Kenny laughed. He shook his head as he looked at the blue shirt with a white
paper stuck to it. The paper had a bright red ‘s’ stuck to it.
“Super Craig! I remember that!” he laughed. “You never put enough effort into
your costume.”
Craig shrugged. “Hey. You guys should be glad I even turned up.” He said.
Kenny rolled his eyes. He looked at the shirt, before he noticed another shirt
underneath it. He reached in and pulled out a double-sleeved grey and purple
shirt. It had a large green ‘M’ imprinted into it. He gasped loudly, and
laughed.
“Thanks Craig.” He said. “I haven’t been Mysterion in so long!”
“Trust flipping Craig to outdo us all!” Stan sighed with a shake head.
Craig smirked widely. “Now I’m super.” He said in reference to having the
‘best’ gift out of the group.
Leopold nervously shifted on the bench. He had to think. He had gather his
thoughts and come up with a good enough birthday present for Kenny! Why the
hell didn’t he know it was Kenny’s birthday?
He couldn’t help but feel the awful sinking feel of shame fill him.
“Hey. Buttercup.” Kenny suddenly called out.
Leopold jumped. He snapped his head up to look at the blonde, when he put his
hand onto his shoulder.
Kenny smiled softly, and pats him on the head gently. “Don’t worry. I can see
it on your face. You didn’t know it was my birthday. You don’t need to worry
about it.” He chuckled.
Leopold couldn’t help but frown. His shoulders twitched, and shook. He stared
at Kenny worriedly.
It should be a problem. Kenny was somebody he cared about. He cared about Kenny
a lot, and loved him. He loved Kenny a lot. He should have known about it.
Without thinking, Leopold’s hand flung up. He grabbed a hold of Kenny’s face.
The palm of his hands slapping almost painfully against Kenny’s cheeks, his
fingers stretched out wide.
Leopold yanked Kenny forward with strength he had no idea he had.
Leopold clenched his eyes shut and crushed his lips against Kenny’s. A shudder
ran up his spin as he held his lips firmly against Kenny’s, and held them
against his for several seconds. He then pulled away with a deep gasp for
breathe.
After a few second few seconds of silence, Leopold realized what he had just
done.
The whole table was silence, and just stared at the two quietly. Kenny stared
back at Leopold in surprise, in shock, as he was not expecting anything like
that. He just stared with wide blue eyes at the small blonde haired man.
“Whoa. I guess Butters wins the best gift.”
Leopold’s face turned redder and redder. Out of all the things he thought he
would do, this was not one of them. He opened and shut his mouth, like he was
going to say something before he jumped to his feet. He couldn’t believe he had
just ruined his friendship with Kenny! He knew he loved him, loved Kenny a lot,
but he never wanted to ruin his friendship with Kenny.
Kenny is his friend that is extremely close to being his best friend.
“Wait! Butters!”
Leopold just kept running. He felt dizzy as he easily slipped past the bigger,
and scarier inmates back to his cube. His heart beating painfully, and made his
head ache. His ears rang almost painfully. He panted deeply, and struggled to
breathe probably.
How could he be so stupid.
The small blonde all but leaped into his blankets. He curled up in his best,
and kept himself hidden underneath the blankets. He made a cocoon of blankets,
and cuddled up tightly. His eyes burned with tears. His lips twitched, and
sniffed. He couldn’t catch his breathe. Tears began to swell at the corner of
his eyes.
“Butters? Buttercup?”
Leopold twitched, and stiffen underneath the blankets. He gapped softly, and
curled up tightly. He could hear the footsteps echoing through the small cube
as Kenny rushed in after him.
“Buttercup?” Kenny’s voice called through the blanket.
Leopold shuddered as he felt the man sit down on his bed. The bed trembled from
Kenny's weight, and Leopold felt Kenny gentle touch his shoulder.
"Hey. Hey. Will you come out, and talk with me?" he called out softly.
Leopold sniffed. He slowly shifted on the bed, and eased himself up. He peered
Kenny's face, and frowned. He wanted to apologize. To beg for forgiveness for
breaking their friendship. That wasn't what he wanted.
"Hey." Kenny smiled. He reached out, and gently cupped Leopold's face. "Oi.
It's alright. You didn't ruin our friendship just because you kissed me."
Leopold gapped. It was a little...comforting that Kenny was able to read him so
well but yet...scary. What did Kenny think of it? 
Leopold had never kissed anybody before...was he a bad kisser?  
“Buttercup. Do…Do you like me?” Kenny asked.
Leopold stiffened on the bed. He stared at Kenny, and gapped.
"Because I like you. I like you a lot."
Chapter End Notes
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Leopold trembled. His insides twisted painfully.
Kenny’s words echoed through his ears. Echoed through his head. They were
burned into his skull.
‘Kenny…Kenny likes me…?’ He wondered.
It was still unbelievable to him. That somebody bright like Kenny, liked
somebody like himself. Leopold’s stomach twisted even more. Kenny liked him.
The small petit blonde sighed to himself. He ran a hand through his blonde
curls, and puffed out his cheeks. He was shocked. So surprised that Kenny
was….that Kenny liked him. That was the last thing on his mind. Leopold never
expected that Kenny would like him back.
The young golden haired man was walking through the corridor. There wasn’t many
people around, thankfully. Leopold was still not used to so many people. It
would take him a little while longer, he thinks. St. Mary Cross kept everyone
isolated from each other.
A sudden soft whine hit his ears.
Leopold paused in step. He blinked a little, and looked around. The man had
come to a stop by a cross corridor. There was a total of 6 doors lined up the
walls. He had walked past this place many times, even by himself, and he had
never heard a sound. Especially a pain-filled sound.
He had heard many cries, wails and sobs throughout his life. That cry was
eerily familiar. He had no heard that sound in such a long time…before he came
from St. Andrews park.
Worry, and the familiar anxious nipped through his veins. Leopold turned
towards one of the doors and without thinking pushing it open. There wasn’t
anything inside. It was almost empty, compared to the door next to it that
Leopold could see a few boxes inside.
Leopold stood silently. He heard the same sound again. It only fuelled his
worry. Maybe he should have gone and got Chef, or somebody else. However, it
was the last thing on his mind and Leopold stomped towards the next black door.
He pushed it opened, and almost was thrown against the wall behind him if he
didn’t hear the sound of thundering feet. He quickly stepped to the side, as a
small herd of men charged past him.
The blonde blinked. He turned his head, and stared. He watched as the men raced
down the hallway while spilling words to one another, they were laughing too.
“That dumb bitch squealed like a pig!”
Leopold frowned deeply. He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, and
snapped back around to the door. He had heard those words before. Leopold
quickly stepped into the room, and grunted. He could smell the strong
disgusting stench of sweat, body fluids and something else. It made him sick to
his stomach.
The room was quite big. It had long metal shelves full of books and papers.
There was a single hard wooden table in the middle of the room. A small window
with bars on it.
A low groan came from his side. Leopold spun around.
There was another man. A smaller man, he was not as small as himself but
smaller then the other men that had almost thrown poor Leopold straight of his
feet. The man was cuddled up in a ball, with hardly no clothes on.
Leopold felt his heart leap into his throat. His eyes lowered down to the other
clothing thrown across the ground.
The man sobbed softly. It was difficult to see him fully in the shadows of the
shelves. All Leopold knew was that the man had curly, incredibly messy hair.
However when he heard Leopold’s footsteps, the man snapped his head up to look
at the other.
Leopold inhaled sharply. The man’s face was covered in bruises, and cuts. He
wanted to help him, but when he reached down to pick up what he thinks is a
shirt, the man snatched it out of his head.
“I’m fine! L-Leave me a-alone!” the man snapped.
Leopold yelped. He was shoved back, and landed on his backside. He grunted, and
tried to look up at the man. He barely was able to keep up with the man’s fast
and shaky movements.
The man quickly pulled on his clothes. He then twirled around, and rushed out
the room.
Leopold tried to follow but he lost the man in the now growing sea of people.
He frowned deeply, and scratched the back of his head. He didn’t understand.
Leopold wasn’t stupid, no matter what people think. Leopold could tell that
wasn’t right. He could have helped him…
‘Some people just don’t want to be helped.’ Leopold reminded himself. Still it
was a disgusting thing.
It didn’t take a genius to know what had been happening in here moments before.
Leopold groaned to himself.
‘I just hope he’ll be okay, I guess…’ Leopold sighed.
“B-Butters!”
Leopold blinked. He lifted his head, and tried look for the owner of the voice.
It’s odd. To be called ‘Butters’ all the time. He had became so used to it that
he would forget to answer to his real name.
“Oi! Butters!”
Leopold turned around. He breathed out in relief, before frowning.
Clyde leant in to Leopold face. “Are you…worried?” he asked slowly.
Clyde smiled a little when Leopold nodded. The petit blonde pointed to his face
with large eyes.
“Ah. Don’t worry. It’s not that bad.” Clyde awkwardly laughed.
Clyde’s round face was dark reddish, with a white and blue bandage around his
face. It was plastered across his face, directly across the bridge of nose. The
bandage itself was massive, but hardly did justice in covering the nasty bruise
he had.
Leopold couldn’t help but feel worried. It looked like it hurt a lot. He
stepped towards the taller brunette, and frowned deeper. He shook his head, and
pointed up at his own face and then Clyde’s.
“Really Butters. I’m good. The nurse was able to set my nose back.” Clyde
explained before he let out a familiar laugh. “To think that fat ass broke my
nose. Jesus cries. How pathetic of me!”
Leopold reached for Clyde’s hand. He smiled up at him in comforting. It wasn’t
pathetic, at all. That Cartman guy was trouble, and wasn’t to be trusted. He
shook his head once again.
Clyde sheepishly smiled. “You’re too kind Butters.” He hummed thoughtfully.
The other blushed. He meekly smiled at him, and shrugged. Leopold pushed his
hands together, to prevent himself from fidgeting.
“Anyway! Mr Mackey told me you’ll be working with meh!” Clyde thumbed his
chest. He spoke brightly, and happily. “I’ve never had to teach anybody before!
This is so exciting!”
Leopold bites his bottom lip. He let out a soft laugh under his breathe. Clyde
was like a little kid on Christmas day. Dare Leopold say he is cute? Leopold
smiles at him. He honestly forgot how happy-go-lucky the brunette was.
“Normally it’s the other way around! I wonder if I’m a good teacher or now?”
Clyde muttered. He put a hand to chin in thought.
Leopold clocked his head. He listened silently as Clyde rambled to himself. The
blonde could tell Clyde was rather anxious about having to teach him? Leopold
wondered why. It surely isn’t a big deal?
Right?
It’s just gardening. Leopold thinks…not that he knows how to garden, of course.
The brunette shook his head furiously. He grinned widely, and rubbed the back
of his neck. “Sorry about that. I ramble when I’m nervous.” He laughed loudly
and joyfully.
Clyde eagerly reached forward, and grabbed a hold of Leopold’s hand. He all but
dragged the poor man along behind him.
“Come on! Let’s get going! Man, it’s a beautiful day! You’ll like it Butters!”
Clyde rambled as he walked. He walked towards the double doors leading to the
outside world.
Leopold stared after him. He gazed at the back of his head. He nervously moved
his feet after him and glanced down at the hand gripping his wrist tightly. The
two reached the double doors, and Clyde flung them open with one hand easily.
Leopold glanced around quietly, as if he was expecting the guards to come
charging at him. To drag him away and put him in the ‘Bo-Bo’ box. His heart was
pounding painfully in fear.
He was never allowed outside back in St. Mary Cross. It was forbidden and only
the most privilege got to go outside. When they say most privilege, what they
really mean is that their favourites get to go outside, their pets and Leopold
was not a favourite or a pet.
Leopold wasn’t allowed to leave the tiny cellar-like box room unless they came
for him. Which was rare, unless he was coursing problems. Leopold had lost
count how many times he had witnessed the people in white march past him, and
took out a ‘troublemaker’ for a punishment.    
The blonde paused in front of the door. His skin twitched as he could feel the
sun outside. It was streaming through the doors, and Leopold stood just outside
of the of the rays.
Clyde blinked his eyes innocently. “Butters?” he called out.
“Butters. Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. “Was I talking to much? I-I can
stop if you want…”
Leopold snapped out his troubled thoughts. He gasped, and breathed sharply. He
twirled his head to look at Clyde and blinked once again. He stared up at Clyde
as if he didn’t understand him before his brain clicked in realization.
The blonde shook his head. He didn’t mind it. He didn’t mind Clyde talking.
“So…you don’t mind…me talking?” Clyde asked slowly. He spoke carefully and
wearily, like he was struggling to understand Leopold.
Leopold smiled up at him again. He nodded mutely. Leopold actually liked such
listening to such a bubbly person. He shifted on his feet, and gently squeezed
the clammy hand in return.
Clyde stared in silence before he sharply nodded his head. “Okay! I think that
is an ‘alright’ I mean, I hope it is! Ah! Lets go outside now! The big guys are
going to come down soon!” he cheerfully said. He spoke all at once, and
truthfully, Leopold may like it but he struggled to catch it all at once.
“Careful there sugar.” A deep voice purred when Clyde turned around.
The brunette grinned. He shrugged and then waved at the taller inmate. “Sorry
sparkles!” he cheerfully said.
The man sighed. “That man, Donovan, sure is strange.” He muttered to his
friend.
“Did he just call you sparkles?” The inmates friend frowned.
The other shrugged. “That’s just how Donovan is…”
Leopold blinked slowly. He peered back over his shoulder at the two inmates. He
barely was able to keep them in his eye view before Clyde dragged him through
the doors. The heavy metal doors clicked shut, and Leopold felt his body
immediately heat up from the bright and hot races covered him.
Immediately, his heart skipped a beat – leaped into his throat. His body
trembled as he felt the unfamiliar summer’s breeze. Leopold let out a shaky
breathe, and slowly lifted his gaze from the ground.
He was outside.
Leopold was in the sunlight…
The only time he had ever been outside in the sun was once. The one time he was
transferred from St. Mary Cross to St. Andrews Park. It was barely 10 minutes
as he was moved from St. Mary Cross into a mini-van and then an hour or so, to
St. Andrews Park.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he felt the light on him. It felt…good?
“Yoh? Butters?” Clyde called out. The man had been waving his hand in front of
Leopold’s face.
Clyde pouted. He clocked his head curiosity. “Er. You alright? You kind of
spaced out there…” he trailed off in confusion.
Leopold smiled at Clyde. He nodded his head and then shrugged to let the
brunette know everything was fine. Clyde seemed to figure out he was fine and
had released his wrist. Leopold rubbed his wrist, and watched after Clyde.
The small, petit golden haired male shook his head. His sea-blue eyes flickered
around the area. Leopold had always been curious about the outside, what Mr.
Mackey had said St. Andrews had for inmates but Leopold had never actively gone
to find out. In honest, he had forgotten about the prison’s yard.
The sky was bright blue, however, there was a few clouds still present. The
clouds still present from the past few days where it had been raining. Leopold
could smell the crisp cold wind.
The prison’s yard was wide. The land was cut off by thick metal fences. They
were high, much taller than Leopold himself, with sharp looking wires at the
top. Leopold could see there was five rows of the fence, with guards slotted
between each fence. The inmates were kept inside the middle fence. Said fences
were a range of three colours, and shades. The inner fence was a dark green,
and then the rest of fences was different shades of grey.
It was…interesting.
The land inside the fences was surprisingly covered in green grass. Not even
one patch of dead grass. There was pavement around St. Andrews doors, with what
looked like hand-made flowerpots.
On the other side of the fence was roads. High roads with nothing else insight.
There was nowhere to go if an inmate did break out. There was nowhere to hide,
or run. The inmate would be captured in seconds.
There was many inmates moving back and forth. All in the creamy white and grey
St. Andrews prison clothes.
Leopold’s eyebrows raised to his hair line. He stared in fascination. A much
smaller silver metal fence that cut off a small square that had half the
pavement and half the grassy ground. A rather large wooden box with a lot of
hay littered inside it.
Many beautiful blazing and sunshine creatures moved back and forth.
Chickens. They had…chickens?
Leopold just stared. He felt so confused. This was the last thing he thought he
would see.
“Huh?” Clyde looked between Leopold and the chicken coop. “Oh! Yeah. We have
chickens. It’s run by Heidi. I know, surprising, right! Well, Heidi and Red
really. They have a total of six chickens!”
Leopold peered down at the strange bird-like creatures. Chickens, he reminded
himself. He watched as they totted about, and making funny sounds. He watched a
two inmates were tending to them with Heidi.
He scratched at the back of his head. Leopold turned away and hummed softly to
himself. He shrugged to himself, and turned back to Clyde. Leopold smiled, and
shifted from his weight from one foot to the other.
“This way Butters! The garden is over here!” Clyde happily spoke. He swung his
arms as he walked.
Leopold had to run to catch up. Clyde had long legs. He almost tripped over his
feet from the grass as he was not used to walking on grass. He felt his body
shudder with warmth from the sun shine above him. The ground was still wet from
the rain.
Clyde brought Leopold further up the yard to a large rectangle shaped fence.
Leopold came to stop and felt a breathless gasp escape his lips. It
was…beautiful.
The area was directly in the sun-light. The fence surrounding the space had a
wooden gate. There was a wide clean glass house. Leopold could see a wooden
floor, table and all sorts of things inside it. Outside the glass house was all
different types of lush green plants – some as high as Leopold himself.
“And this is our garden. Where we will be working. That’s our greenhouse!”
Clyde gleefully explained. He walked straight up to the gate, and pulled at the
latch.
Clyde swung the gate open. “Oi!” he called out.
Leopold had to stand on his tip-toes to peer over Clyde’s head. Movement came
from the plants and a blonde haired man poked his face out.
“About time Clyde. You’re late!” the man chimed with his nose scrawled up.
Clyde rolled his eyes. “I had to get Butters. Sorry!” he grumbled.
The man frowned. He turned his eyes to Leopold, and ranked his eyes up and
down. “Butters?” he repeated slowly.  
He stood up. He rubbed his hands, and then walked towards them.
“Leopold?”
Leopold jumped at the man’s unfamiliar voice. He lifted his head, and blinked a
little. He nodded slowly to the unfamiliar face looking at him with large eyes.
He looked strangely cute…sort of.
“Ah. So you really don’t talk.” The man said with a small nod. “Well that’s
fine. I’m Bradley! Bradley Biggle.”
Leopold nodded. He immediately felt anxious fill him. Anxiousness and worry
filled his veins.
“It’s great to meet you Leopold.” Bradley said brightly, and happily.
Leopold awkwardly shifted on his feet. It was strange to hear somebody
reference him by his real name, and not the nickname. It was odd…and Leopold
wasn’t completely sure if he liked it. Back in St. Mary Cross, they had called
him Leopold or Stotch…here, he was called Butters or even Buttercup. It was
different, and it even imprinted the thought that St. Andrews was different.
However, Leopold still smiled. It was meekly, and almost timidly, but he smiled
in politely. He didn’t want to offend Clyde.
Leopold reached with a shaky hand. He shook Clyde’s hand.
Bradley was bigger than himself. Not by much. He was just a little bit bigger
than Kyle, really. He had short, perfectly cut blonde hair with wide, bright
eyes. His skin was pale, and he honestly looked clean cut. Like many of the
people Leopold had come to known, he didn’t look like somebody to be in prison.
“Ah. You’re probably wondering why I’m not wearing a jumpsuit.” Bradley
suddenly chimed happily. “Well technically speaking, I’m not really an inmate.
It’s a long story.”
Leopold raised an eyebrow. How cam somebody not technically be an inmate? He
wanted to ask, but chose not to. He didn’t want to use his voice. Instead, he
nodded slowly, and stepped a little away from the blonde.
Bradley didn’t look fazed. He smiled brightly. He looked so warm, kind and
sweet. Leopold wasn’t sure how to approach the man.
“Okay Butters!” Clyde began. He cheerfully slapped the small man on the back.
Leopold let out a breathless yelp. He stumbled a little, and looked up at him.
He curled his arms in tightly, and clocked his head to the side.
Clyde grinned. “We grow venerable, and fruit from the kitchens. They do get
fresh deliveries too.” He explained.
Leopold blinked. He glanced around the garden. Leopold bites his bottom lip. He
slowly enters the garden after Clyde. He shovelled his feet, and folded his
arms behind himself.
Well? What was he supposed to do?
Bradley chuckled. He took Leopold’s shoulder, and gestured towards the trail of
vegetables.
“Are jobs is simply tending to the garden, and harvesting the vegetables and
fruit. For today, you can harvest the tomatoes over there.” He said.
Leopold peeked over at the tomatoes. The rather high plants had beautiful,
large red ball-like objects bundled up together with lush green leaves sticking
out the top.
Bradley smiled sweetly. “I’ll show you how to do it.” He gestured.
Leopold nodded. He glanced over at Clyde and noticed he was digging up bright
brown different shaped objects. Potatoes. Leopold twirled his head back and
followed after Bradley. He watched Bradley check the tomatoes, and then
carefully clipped them.
“Okay. If they feel firm, then they’re good. If they’re not, throw them into
the black bucket. The good ones go into the blue bucket.” Bradley said. “Don’t
try to steal the clippers. Chef counts them, and knows there are three out here
today. He will come for you if you try to keep them.”
The other smaller blonde nodded his head furiously. His heart skipped a beat,
and he reached out with shaky hands. He gently took a tomato, and chewed his
bottom lip.
Bradley gently patted him on the shoulder. “Okay. You have three blue buckets
to fill. There should be enough tomatoes here.” He smiled.
Leopold nodded. He watched Bradley then walked towards a berry bush, and began
to pick them. He stared for a few seconds before turning back to his jump. He
liked it here. There was flowers in the garden too.
The blonde liked sunflowers best. He found them just so beautiful.
Leopold shifted. He glanced between Bradley and Clyde. They had began to talk
about comic books, amusingly. Not that Leopold himself had ever read comic
books, or seen a comic book. From what he could tell, they’re about superheroes
which are people with amazing abilities.
Apparently they would wear colourful suits…apparently.
Leopold wasn’t sure who Batman, Superman and Ironman is…
He hummed mutely under his breathe. Playing a melody in his head and he wasn’t
sure where he had heard it, but it was the only melody he knew. He nervously
worked on harvesting the tomatoes the best he could. Leopold clipped them, and
gently placed the firm-feeling ones into the blue bucket and then the softer
ones into the black bucket.
Leopold had to turn to Clyde a few times for help. Especially when he came
across different coloured tomatoes. He had learnt that if they’re still green,
then they haven’t finished growing. If they’re darker red, put it into the
black bucket.
He was focused that when he stood to move his first full bucket to switch it
for the next blue bucket, he didn’t notice the fast approaching object. Leopold
turned his head after it put the full bucket just outside the gates, and went
to take the empty blue bucket.
Leopold sighed deeply. He stretched his body, and felt some satisfaction that
his back popped. It felt good. He looked up at the sky. He could feel the
sunlight on him. Leopold almost had the urge to stretch his arms out, and just
bake in the sunshine. He was experiencing for the first time in such a long
time.
Leopold had never been outside when it was so beautiful like this. Even the
summer breeze felt wonderful. He softly sighed to himself. His eyes slide
closed for a few seconds, and enjoyed the breeze. He even heard a soft sound
from above, and when Leopold checked from curiosity.
A white bird. A bird with long black-tip wings. A Seagal flow over them.
Leopold gazed after it with interest.
Then unfamiliar sounds of laughter and cheerfully chatting reached his ears.
Leopold blinked. St. Mary Cross had no such sound. He turned his head to look
at the source of the sound. His baby blue eyes widened briefly.
A bunch of men were running back and forth. A white and black ball was being
kicked between them. The group of men was split in half, half of them had blue
vests on while the other had red vests on.
‘This…this is football?’ Leopold wondered to himself.
The blonde’s eyes severed through the men. He watched in fascination as the men
ran, they were laughing, yelling and cheering.
Leopold smiled. He could see Stan. The raven haired man wore a red vest, and
obviously the captain of the red team. He was so passionate, Leopold watched in
awe. He could definitely tell why Kyle was so attracted to him. Stan was an
amazing person. Strong, kind and friendly.
Incredibly sweet.
Leopold turned his gaze. He felt his heart jump into his throat. His body
trembled, and his gently bumped his small fists together. Leopold’s chest
tightened with warmth, and his stomach tightened. He bites back a soft whimper.
Kenny. His roommate and the person he liked the most. The person he relied on.
Leopold’s face darkened as he remembered what had happened yesterday. His lips
burned as he remembered the kiss. His lips tingled.
‘My…first kiss…’ Leopold thought to himself.
Leopold wondered that if Kenny didn’t exist if it would be Stan he had a crush
on. He shook his head. Leopold pressed his lips together, and sighed to him.
That didn’t matter. Leopold had never felt so much for one person before. Kenny
made him tingle with such warmth. It was amazing, and he adored the other
blonde.
Maybe a little too much?
Leopold shook his head furiously. He softly chewed his bottom lip.
He liked Kenny. Maybe, he liked Kenny more then anything else.
Leopold hadn’t liked anything so much before.
“Hey. Leopold?”
Said blonde jumped. He hadn’t been expecting anybody to talk to him. He turned
around anxiously, and forced a strain, wobbly smile. Leopold sheepishly held
his hands together. He nervously twisted his hands together. Leopold hunched
his shoulders.
“Leopold. You alright?” Bradley asked.
The taller, neatly chirmed blonde haired man stepped up to him. Bradley
shifted, and pushed his small hands into his cardigan pockets.
Leopold inhaled sharply. He awkwardly smiled. At first, Leopold thought he was
going to get into trouble for taking a break. Leopold turned to grab onto the
empty blue bucket.
“Ah. No. It’s okay Leopold.” Bradley said. “Sorry if I frightened you!”
Leopold couldn’t help but blush from embarrassment. Bradley was strange, and
odd. He wasn’t sure how to act in front of him. He was sweet and cute,
but…different.
Bradley sniffed deeply. His smile was glowing brightly. He held out his hand
and clocked his head to the side sweetly.
“Do you, um, what a mint berry?” he questioned. “They’re my favourite berries.
I grow them in the garden. They taste very sweet.”
Leopold looked down at the berries. They’re rather bigger than normal berries.
They was a soft red and green colour. Leopold gazed down at the berries for a
few seconds. He watched as Bradley pushed as a berry into his mouth and
finally, Leopold bravely took one.
He held the berry between his fingers and after at least a few minutes, he
pushed it into his mouth. It was sweet, and sour. Leopold didn’t exactly
understand why they were called ‘Mint’ when he couldn’t taste any mint.
“They’re good, right?” Bradley cheerfully said. He eat another berry, and
hummed. “They’re supposed to be a snack, but that is all I can eat. Honestly.”
Leopold swallowed. His body shuddered, and he reached a hand to brush his lips.
Leopold wasn’t sure if he liked the berries or not. They were odd. Berries
wasn’t allowed at St. Mary Cross, they only ever got this oatmeal like thing,
so Leopold wasn’t used to eating such things before.
Berries…were strange.
“Do you want another one?” Bradley offered.
Leopold blinked. He looked back at the strange berries, and then Bradley’s
face. He could tell Bradley was very passionate about them. Leopold wondered
how much time he sacrificed to grow them?
How long does it take to grow them? How long does it take to grow fruit and
vegetables.
Bradley frowned. “You really don’t talk.” He said softly.
Clyde leaped onto the wooden gate. He leant over to peer at them. “The others
are able to tell what exactly Butters is saying! It’s pretty amazing!
Especially, when Butters doesn’t make a sound!” he cheerfully chimed.
“That’s amazing!” Bradley gasped. “So you talk with your body language instead?
Do you know sign language then?”
Leopold shyly looked between the two. He pressed his fingers together, and
shook his head. He wasn’t even sure what sign language was. Leopold guessed
that’s how everyone could tell what he is saying by his body movements.
He used to talk. He was such a chatterbox. And hyperactive talker he had been
labelled.
Leopold had been punished so harshly. Punished so much for every word he
made…Leopold had just got so used to not talking. He honestly forgot how to
talk…he hadn’t heard his voice in such a long time. Leopold wondered if he
sounded the same.
Clyde pouted. His head lowered a little, and he gazed at Leopold. “I wish I
could read your movements like them. It’s so hard to figure out what you’re
saying.” He huffed.
Leopold smiled up at him. He shrugged innocently. Leopold had figured Clyde
found it difficult to tell what he was saying, from how he would be guessing.
Like a guessing game. It was rather interesting.
Bradley softly hummed to himself. He ate the rest of his berries, and licked
the berry juices from his fingers. He softly sang to himself, and kicked a
small stone out of his way.
“So you don’t know sign language. Then you wasn’t born with a voice box
infection or anything.” Bradley said, with a shrug. “You wasn’t born mute. Did
you have an accident? Or something?”
Leopold gulped. He stared at the other blonde. He felt small under Bradley’s
gaze. Leopold stepped back a little, and timidly shrugged. It could have been
considered an accident…he was punished for talking, and they went for his voice
box.
He wasn’t sure if it had healed probably or not…
“Ah. I’m sorry.” Bradley gapped. He blushed himself. “That was inappropriate of
me. Sorry. When you have a sister like mine, you become custom to putting your
nose where it doesn’t belong.”
Leopold blinked at him. He made a small smile, and shrugged at him.
Clyde gasped loudly. “Sister? You had a sister?” he yelped. He sprung his head
around to look at the other male.
Bradley rolled his blue eyes. “Henrietta was my sister. Remember? The goth
girl, or she used to be the goth girl. She wore mostly purple back then.” He
explained softly.
“Oh. That girl.” Clyde said. “Yeah. She wasn’t very nice either. She used to
pick on me.”
“Don’t worry. She used to pick on everyone.” Bradley added, with an innocent
shrug. “She’s grown up quite a bit now thought.”
Clyde scratched the back of his head. “Bradley. Why are you here? You didn’t
commit a crime, and you’re not an inmate.” He said. “It’s seriously confusing.
Hurts my head honestly.”
Bradley looked at Clyde and smiled. “I said its complicated. I did do a crime,
but it wasn’t bad enough for jail time. I got probation, and it was suggested
to come here twice a week to garden with a few inmates.” He softly hummed.
Clyde’s nose scrawled. “Really? You must be pretty lucky.” He uttered.
“What crime did you do?” Clyde asked.
Bradley shrugged. “What crime did you do?” he shot back.
Neither men said anything. Leopold awkwardly looked between them for a few
seconds. He nervously ran a shaky hand through his hair that had become messy
from the wind. He really wondered just what they did to get into prison or what
Bradley did to get probation here?
“Well, I stole a car and crashed it through Walmart…” Bradley said after a few
seconds. He shrugged innocently.
Clyde gapped at him. “What? You? Seriously? You stole a car, and crashed it. I
didn’t even know you could drive…” he gapped in shock.
Bradley blushed. He shrugged. “Well, that’s the thing. I can’t. I can’t drive…”
he admitted bashfully.
“Whose car was it?” Clyde asked.
“Mr. Garrisons.” Bradley said quietly.
Clyde snorted in laughter. “Seriously?” he couldn’t stop laughing. He held his
stomach as he laughed and shook his head.
Leopold tilted his head. That name, Mr. Garrison, it had an odd familiarity to
it. Like he had heard it before but he must have had heard it from Kenny or the
others.
‘…Mr. Garrison….is a…teacher?’ Leopold thought to himself. He had no idea how
he knew Mr. Garrison was a teacher, but he knew it.
Kenny and the others must have talked about him. That is how Leopold knew it.
Bradley turned fully back to Leopold. He sent a dazzling smile at him. “What
about you Leopold? What did you do to get thrown into prison? Into St. Andrews
Park?” he asked.
Leopold opened and shut his mouth. He wasn’t sure how to answer that.
‘W-What did I do?’ Leopold wondered to himself.
Bradley stepped closer to him. He reached a hand out, and gently put it onto
Leopold’s shoulder. His lips twisted into a frown, and he clocked his head.
“Are you alright? You look pretty pale…” he said softly.  
Leopold stepped away. He glanced back at Bradley, and bites back a whimper. He
had no idea what to do…
“Butters!”
Leopold barely was able to hear the familiar voice. Something round, and hard
hit him firmly on the head.
The blonde let out a shaky gasp. His legs buckled underneath him, and stumbled
backward. Leopold landed firmly on his backside. He shuddered and clenched his
eyes shut. Not too painful, but enough to knock the wind out of, throb spread
across the top of his head.
“Shit! Butters!” a familiar voice called out. The sound of rushing footsteps
came thundering across the ground.
Leopold blinked slowly. His view was fuzzy, and blurry. He lifted his head to
look at the person leaning over him.
“Butters? Are you okay?” Hands gently touched his head worriedly. The feather
like fingers ran through his hair, moving almost like he was made of china.
Another person appeared. “Damn Kenny. You kicked the ball way to hard.” The
person said.
Kenny?
Leopold rubbed his eyes. He breathed deeply, and peered at the face incredibly
close to his. The familiar sandy blonde shaggy hair, with incredibly darker
blue eyes and the familiar button up nose. There was a small cut on the side of
his head that Leopold was sure it wasn’t there before.
“You said to kick it! So I kicked it!” Kenny huffed in defence.
The smaller blonde blinked once and twice. He looked between Kenny, and Stan.
Leopold smiled softly. He listened as they bickered other the ball.
Stan was in charge it seemed, and apparently Kenny had gone of the grid. Kenny
had kicked the ball randomly.
Unfortunately, the stray ball had hit him on the head.
“Not at Butters!” Stan groaned.
Kenny pouted. He puffed his cheeks out. “It was an accident.” He said. He
muttered something else under his breathe, to which Stan rolled his eyes at.
“I wasn’t aiming at Butters…”
Leopold tried to hear what he said, but couldn’t. He sighed softly, and pushed
himself up. His legs buckled underneath him. He almost lost his balance and
fell back down. Leopold seemed to always being hit some way or another. It was
rather embarrassing.
He rubbed his face. Leopold nervously looked at Kenny. He shyly looked away
when Kenny turned back to him. He couldn’t look Kenny in the face, not since
what had happened…not since the kiss and Kenny’s confession.
‘I like you. I like you a lot.’
Leopold could feel his cheeks burn. He bites his bottom lip, and rubbed his
head. The throbbing in his head had faded away.
“So this is your job?” Stan asked sweetly. He stepped up to Leopold, and peered
in the buckets behind him. “You’re a fruit and vegetable picker?”
Stan stepped back to the buckets. He leaned over the most recently filled
bucket, and picked up a tomato. He lightly throw it up, and then caught it. He
smiles happily, as he observed it.
“A tomato. Ah. Craig will be happy.” Stan chuckled. “Tomatoes are Craig’s
favourite vegetable…or fruit…what is a tomato? Is it a fruit or a vegetable?”
Stan looked rather cute. He shrugged, and scratched the back of his head. His
black curls bounced as he put the tomato back into the bucket. He let out a
soft laugh again.
“What do you mean?” Kenny asked. “A tomato is a vegetable, right?”
Stan smirked. He looked over at Kenny. “Vegetables come from the ground. Fruit
grow above ground. Tomatoes grow from plants, there for it’s a fruit, but yet
we sign them off as vegetables.” He explained with a snort. “Craig told me
that.”
Kenny scratched the back of his head. His lips twisted to the side. “Who would
have thought tomatoes was such a mystery.” He laughed.
Leopold stared at him. He mutely pressed his lips firmly together, while
observing the blonde. Leopold’s chest tightened. He enjoyed Kenny’s laughter, a
little too much. He turned away before Kenny realized he was watching him.
“Clyde!” Kenny suddenly chimed. He throw the football at the brunette who
clumsy caught it. “You’re a gardener?”
Clyde pouted. His face flushed. “Yeah. I like gardening.” He said simply.
Stan smiled friendly at him. “You used to spend a lot of time gardening back in
school. It was amazing what you did considering all the snow.” He said with a
shrug.
“It wasn’t that hard.” Clyde smiled proudly of himself.
Leopold watched in fascination. He nervously shifted on the balls of his feet.
Kenny hummed thoughtfully. He put a hand onto his chin, and smirked. “Gardening
suits you Buttercup. You’ll make a great house wife someday!” he teased.
Leopold blushed brightly. He felt relieved that Kenny hadn’t changed,
their…relationship was still whatever it was before the shaggy blondes
confession. Leopold was still horrified at what he did, even if it was by
accident…it was still pretty embarrassing.
“Real smooth Kenny.” Stan snorted. He rolled his eyes but was still smiling.
Kenny made a ‘hurtful’ gasp. He playfully elbowed the dark haired man. This
caused the pair to chuckle. Leopold could tell it was probably something from
their childhood. He found himself smiling, enjoying their dynastic…in fact, he
kind of likes all the guys dynasties.
Leopold shyly looked down. He couldn’t stop the words for repeatedly running
through his head. A house wife? Him? He didn’t know why but that made him
giddy. He bites his bottom lip. Leopold’s face flushed brighter upon the
thought off…
‘W-Would I be a g-good housewife for Kenny?’ He wondered shyly to himself.
The tiny blonde shyly turned away. He tried to prevent his lips from twitching
up into a smile, but he smiled nervously anyway. He curled his arms in, and
turned around to look at the garden. Leopold’s blue eyes flickered and his gaze
landed on Bradley.
The other blonde looked rather skittish. Almost like he wanted to be anywhere
but here.
Leopold’s eyebrows pulled together. He frowned to himself. Bradley is strange
but kind. He didn’t understand why the other looked so weary. He looked back at
the other three, and after a brief few seconds of listening to a conversation
that the poor blonde couldn’t make heads or tails off, Leopold turned back to
Bradley.
He couldn’t help but feel worry. Leopold’s chest felt light, and he slowly
stepped towards Bradley. He might not have known the other blonde for long, and
obviously wasn’t friends, but they could become friends in the future. Leopold
had no friends at all before coming to St. Andrews Park. He wanted to make as
many friends as possible.
Leopold lifted his hand, he gently placed it onto Bradley’s shoulder and tried
to smile comforting at him. Immediately Bradley let out a soft cry of surprise,
and snapped his head up. His blue eyes were blown wide, and worriedly. He let
out another sound, and suddenly throw his arms out.
Leopold jumped.
For the third time this day, his small body was knocked down and this time, his
head smacked painfully against a wooden post. The gross sound that a human
skull makes when it slams into a solid object at a remarkable speed is
absolutely and undeniably cringe-worthy.
“Shit! Butters!”
Voices echoed in and out of his head. Almost like they were talking under
water. Leopold had no idea. He felt confused about what had happened. He tried
to sit up, but couldn’t. His head was screaming at him.
The sound of rushing feet filled his ears. Leopold could feel the vibrations
underneath his fingertips, and he could feel people surround him. Warm hands
cupped his face. Leopold felt his head being gently moved forward, and a blurry
shape was placed directly in front of his face.
“Butters? Buttercup? Hey! Don’t close your eyes!”
A horrible and painful throb crept through Leopold’s head. And then everything
became dark.
“Butters!”
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
 
“This time Pirrup, open your mouth for me.” Damien said.
Pip gapped softly. “O-Open my mouth?” he repeated. His voice hitching.
Damien blushed himself. “Yeah. Y-You’ll taste more of me then.” He said softly.
Before Pip could say anything, Damien kiss him again. The warmth returned
against Pip, and he could smell the fresh smell of Damien fill him. Pip felt a
shudder run up his spin when he felt something hot and warm brush against his
bottom lip. It took Pip a little while to realize that was Damien’s tongue.
It was so foreign. They hadn’t kissed in a long time…
A soft sound came from the back of his throat, and Pip bravely opened his
mouth. His lips trembled, and the warmth of Damien pressed harder against his
mouth.
Damien’s tongue slide into his mouth. It sent a shiver through Pip’s smaller
body, and felt it brush against his own tongue. It moved against his own, and
pressed up against it.
It was strange. There was nothing else Pip could describe it as. It was strange
and odd. How else was he supposed to describe what it was like to have a tongue
that wasn’t his inside his mouth?
It was hot, and very-very wet. It was so strange to have saliva enter his mouth
from the other male.
Specially considering he couldn’t see very well.
Damien pulled away. There was a bridge of saliva between their mouths.
“That was…different.” Pip panted.
Damien smiled. He let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah. A good different, or a
bad different?” he asked.
Pip breathed in softly. His lips formed a soft smile, and he blushed a bright
red.
“A…a good different. What about you?” he asked.
“Good different.” Damien agreed.
Pip smiled. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He felt so buzzed from being
kissed. From being kissed by his Damien.
It was nice, but strange.
All darkness surrounded him. However he wasn’t afraid. Pip was never afraid
with Damien there.
Pip bravely placed his arms around Damien’s neck. He inhaled sharply. His body
twitched with warmth.
“Damien…kiss me again please.” He said almost scared that Damien wouldn’t.
Damien smiled at him. His own cheeks becoming a soft pink. Damien then tilted
his head backward, and kissed the much smaller man. He pressed his lips firmly
against Pip’s firmly, but yet gently.
Pip let out a soft groan as he did his best to kiss Damien back. He bravely ran
his fingers through Damien’s black curls.
Pip sighed. He really liked it. He really liked to be kissed.
He was enjoying it. Maybe too much.
Suddenly, he felt a brief pleasure brush through him.
Pip gasped. His back arched, and he dug the palm of his hands against Damien’s
shoulders.
“Did…did you just grind on me?” he asked shakily.
“Oh. Um. Sorry…I got carried away…” Damien said. He gently cupped Pip’s face
with a hand.
Pip leant into the hand. He smiles a little, and hummed to himself.
It was nice…it was pleasuring. Pip flushed at the realization of it. At the
realization that he had actually liked it, enjoyed it…that he missed it even.
“I can, um, stop.” Damien awkwardly said. “I’ll stop now.”
“No.” Pip suddenly blurred out.
His hands blindly reached out, and grabbed onto the shirt Damien wore.
“I-I mean…it was nice…I mean, it felt good. Um.” He squealed out. “Just…please
Damien. Don’t stop…”
Damien kissed him.
Pip whimpered into Damien mouth. His arms tightened around Damien’s neck, and
felt his body tremble against Damien’s. Unlike last time, Pip didn’t freak out
when Damien began to grind on him. The raven moved his hips back and forth
against Pip’s.
“D-Damien.” Pip gasped.
Damien shifted himself. He ran his lips along the pale flesh along Pip’s neck.
He gently left little kisses along the skin. With is right hand, he pressed his
hand against the area between Pip’s shoulder blades while his other hand moved
towards the spot between Pip’s legs.
Pip let out a shaky breathe. His watery eyes widened behind the badge. He felt
Damien press his hand firmly against him. His heart leaped into his throat.
He gulped. His body burned underneath the bandages. His fingers twitched,
watching to remove them.
“Damien, s-stop.” Pip panted.
The son of Satan immediately, like he had been shot by lightening, leaped away
from Pip. His face was red, eyes glassy and lips swollen.
Damien panted himself. He sheepishly brushed his hand across his face.
“I’m s-sorry. Was that t-too much?” he asked sweetly.
Pip rubbed his eyes. He fidgeted in front of Damien timidly.
“N-No. It w-wasn’t too much…it’s just…I really like it. We haven’t done this in
along time…” he meekly tried to explain. “The last time we did this was….was
before….”
Damien’s ruby eyes softened. He reaches out a hand, and grabbed hold Pip’s
hand. He gently brushed his thumb along the pale milky skin.
“You’re bandages are bothering you?” he asked. His voice becoming as low as a
whisper as he spoke.
Pip meekly lowered his head. He trembled a little, and nodded slowly. The last
time they made love, was before the two was even in prison…before he had been
attacked and he could see.
Could he really do this?
Could he really go through with this?
Did he want to?
Pip gulped. His body was twitching with a pleasure-fill sensation. He honestly
didn’t want to stop which meant…he did want to do this. He wanted it...but it
was so different. It was completely different from before.
“I still think you’re beautiful.” Damien stated firmly. His large warm hands
cupping Pip’s smaller face.
Pip breathed sharply. “But I’m so ugly now. I’m covered in scars, and my eyes
are probably gross now. Why do you even want to continue this with me?” he
asked.
“Maybe Wendy’s right. Maybe it would be better if I did the rest of my time in
a hospital.” Pip added.
Damien frowned. He leant forward and smothered Pip’s cherry shaped face in
kisses.
“No. You’re not leaving me.” Damien said. “I won’t let you.”
Pip sighed. “But Damien…” he trailed off.
Damien grunted. He kisses Pip firmly. “I love you.” He said against Pip’s soft
lips.
“I love you too…” Pip said softly.
The son of Satan pulled away. “Then stay with me. Stop thinking about leaving.
I can take care of you just fine.” Damien said. He kisses Pip repeatedly.
Pip softly gasps. He runs his fingers through the black hair once again. “You
really think I’m beautiful?”
Damien made a gentle sound from the back of his throat. “Yes. Even after the
accident, you’re still beautiful. No, you’re gorgeous.” He firmly said.
Pip shifted on the bed. “Can…can we, um, take off the bandage around my eyes
then?” he asked in a tiny voice. Almost like he was expecting Damien to say no.
The other man doesn’t say a word. Gentle fingers ran up the soft scared skin.
Damien cups Pip’s face and gently unravelled the bandage around Pip’s eyes. He
carefully traced his fingertips along the lump-skin.
“If your eyes begin to burn, or anything like that, you have to tell me.”
Damien whispered. He leans down a kisses Pip again. “I’m serious Pip.”
The small blonde kisses his lover back. “Of course. Damien.” He grumbled in
return.
Damien snorted. “Are you lying to me?” he asked.
Pip squealed when Damien pokes him in the stomach. He giggles sweetly. “Of
course not!” he chimed.
Damien smirked. He quickly cupped Pip’s face and pulls him towards him. He
pressed their lips together. Damien sighed into the kiss, and began to guide
the other men backward down to the bed.
Pip quickly began to return the kiss. His hands reached out, and grasped onto
Damien’s shirt tightly. He embarrassingly let out a whimper from the kiss. His
body jolted as he melted into the warm blankets underneath them.
“Pip. Are you okay?” Damien asked worriedly.
“Y-Yeah. I’m fine.” Pip says shyly.
Damien smiled at him. His ruby eyes glows at him, and leant forward. He quickly
pressed his lips against Pip’s.
Damien ran his fingers through Pip’s soft golden hair. He pushed himself up on
his knees. He brushed his hands down Pip’s sides, and ran his fingers along the
warm body underneath him. Damien gentle shifted himself above Pip. He placed
one hand to the side of Pip’s head, while his other hand ran down Pip’s body.
It moved towards the area where he had touched before. His fingers traced along
the growing area.
He gently palmed the area as if Pip was made out of china. He was worried of
accidently hurting the other, and moved almost painfully slow. Damien rubbed
his fingers over the cotton, and smiled as he felt the flesh underneath became
hard.
Pip clenched his watery white eyes shut tightly. He whimpered, and moved his
tongue along with the black haired man. He dug his fingers into Damien’s shirt.
Especially as he felt Damien’s hand move up his stomach and finger the band of
the creamy white shorts.
Pip’s body jolted in surprise when he felt Damien’s hand slowly slide
underneath the clothes. He trembled, and whimpered. He heart was pounding so
painfully that he could hear it echoing through his head. Pip was almost
worried that Damien could hear it…he probably could.
Cold fingertips slide along Pip’s skin. They ran further downward, until the
hand crawled underneath the shorts, and disappeared. The hand moved straight
down along the warm flesh until it touched the slowly hardening penis.
Pip let out a loud squeal. A cat-like squeal.
Damien pulled away. Saliva was bridged between their mouths like before. He
blinked his bright crimson eyes.
“Pip…did you just…” Damien trailed off. When Pip flushed brighter, and Damien
smirked. “That’s so fucking cute Pip.”
Pip grunted. His body jolted as Damien’s hand curled around his penis and began
to stroke. The fingers dragging up and down the flesh.
Damien’s fingers brushed the skin repeatedly. It made Pip shakily gasp. His
breathe becoming stuck in his throat.
“Can you make that sound again Pip?” Damien pleased. He reminded Pip of an
eager puppy.
Pip chews his bottom lip. He tried to stop himself, but the same squeal escaped
his lips when Damien speed up his motion. Damien obviously liked the sound, and
he smirked widely. The tiny blonde panted.
Without a word, Pip lifted a shaky hand, and gently touched the area where he
hopes is Damien’s own hardening penis...
Damien let out his own gasp of surprise.
Pip listened in fascination as Damien buckled into his hand. It prompted Pip to
palm the bulge, a little more rougher than Damien’s own touching of his body.
Pip couldn’t see. It was pitch black, however he wanted to try and make Damien
feel just as good as Damien was feeling. With his free hand, he blindly ran his
fingers shakily along the warm body.
As soon as Pip’s fingertips touched the skin, Damien jumped and made a sound
from the back of his throat. Pip couldn’t help but move his fingers downward,
and then bravely ventured a hand inside the trousers.
Damien shuddered. He let out a cry when Pip’s fingers touched his own much
harder penis.
“Did I hurt you?” Pip gasped. He went to yank his hand out of Damien’s pants.
Damien shook his head. He looked down at Pip with a single eyes.
“I’m fine. It felt good.” He said.
Pip gasped. He nervously wrapped his fingers around the hard flesh.
“O-Oh.” He breathed out.
The dark haired man breathed in softly.
Pip moved his hands, almost shakily, against the hard penis in his hand. He
sniffed softly, and listened to every sound Damien made.
“Is…is it good?” Pip asked softly.
Damien snapped out of the fogginess that had casted across him. He stared down
at the other, and realized he hadn’t been stroking Pip in return. He quickly
shifted his hand, and began to stroke Pip again. He paid extra close attention
to the away Pip immediately trembled and gasped from the touches.
“Yes.” Damien said.
Pip gulped. His hips buckled up into the hand. It was difficult to pleasure the
other, while he, himself, was being touched. So difficult to touch while being
touched.
He whimpered. Pip reached up, and with his free arm, gently wrapped his arm
around Damien’s neck. He pulled the raven haired man down, and kissed him.
Pip’s breathe was shuddering, as he kissed Damien deeply. Tongues, teeth and
lips all clashed together.
Suddenly, Pip felt an odd painful but at the same time warm like pang grow in
the pit of his stomach. Pip pulled away from Damien, and turned his head to the
side with his heart pounding loudly in his chest. His body shuddered up against
the hand.
A deep squeal erupted from his throat. Pip sobbed his eyes burned with tears,
as something deep within his groins boiled with fire. It felt like lightening
burst through his body. He gapped, and felt his throat tighten like there was
rope being pulled.
Pip laid still on the blankets. His eyes was closed, and he felt so strange.
His body pulsed with a tingling and warmth sensation run up and down his body.
Pip panted, and struggled to catch his breathe.
Damien had crumbled on top of him, with his head resting against Pip’s
shoulder. It took Pip a little time to realize there was something sticky and
warm in his hand. It was the same fluids he felt in his own shorts.
Pip felt shamefully embarrassed that he had his climax…and that he had made
Damien reach his own climax. Pip carefully pulled his hand out of Damien’s
pants. He could feel the white liquid sticking to his fingers.
“Thank you…” Pip shakily, and meekly said.
Pip rolled his head, to look at Damien. Their faces were close. He wished he
could see Damien’s beautiful red eyes.
“Did…did you just say thank you?” Damien asked. He couldn’t help but smile.
“Well, thank you too…”
Pip blushed brightly.
Damien carefully pushed himself up. He reached to the bedside cabinet.
Pip laid still with his head a clocked to the side. He listened quietly before
giggling in amusement.
“You keep tissues next to your bed?” Pip asked sweetly.
Damien smiled down at him. “We are men, Pip.” he asked. “Besides didn’t you
keep tissues next to your bed before coming to St. Andrews Park?”
Pip blushed. He sheepishly looked away. “Er…um…”
“N-No way.” Damien said in shock. He leant forward, so their faces were close
once again. “Pip. Did you not…um, masturbate? At all?”
Pip turned even redder. He shrugged innocently. It was true. He doesn’t touch
himself…hardly ever before coming to prison. Only once, and that was in the
shower.
Pip wondered if what they just did now could be counted as masturbation?
Before, Pip had only allowed himself to enjoy such things with Damien…and
Damien alone. He hadn’t even touched himself before.
“Is…is that bad?” Pip asked.
He tried to clean his hand, but Damien chuckled and did it for him. Damien then
threw the tissue ball into the bin next to the bed.
“Of course not. I’m just surprised…” Damien said with a soft chuckle.
Pip frowned. “Um, why? I just…don’t get that urge much…” he shrugged shyly.
The dark haired man nodded slowly. “Um. Understandable…Oh. Was…was it good? I
mean, I didn’t hurt you or anything?” Damien asked worriedly.
Pip pouted. He wrapped his arms around Damien’s neck. “Of course. It was great.
You didn’t hurt me at all Damien.” He says softly, and blindly tried to kiss
Damien – he kissed Damien on the nose.
“You are a good boy!” Pip said without thought.
Pip froze. His white watery eyes widened at horror from what he had just said.
Pip, could almost imagine Damien with large fluffy black puppy ears and a
wiggling tail. He shifted on the spot.
Damien perked up a little.
“Damien?” Pip asked. “Are you alright? Is it b-because I called you a…good boy?
I’m sorry…”
Damien shivered. His red eyes widened a little more, and his cheeks flushed.
His lips pulled into a smile, and suddenly he moved forward. His tilted his
head, and recaptured Pip’s lips. He pressed against Pip, and suddenly pushed
the two back onto the bed.
“D-Damien!” Pip squealed in surprise. He did his best to kiss Damien back. He
found himself running his fingers through Damien’s hair.
Damien pulled away with a soft poop. He panted softly, and smiled widely down
at Pip. He pressed kisses down Pip’s neck.
“C-Can you call me it again? Pip?” Damien asked almost shamefully.
Pip gasped. He felt Damien anxiously grinded against him once again. It felt
good…maybe a little too good.
“W-What?” Pip whimpered in pleasure. “Y-You mean that you’re a good boy?”
Damien groaned. He ran his lips along Pip’s collar bone. He sucked a small
patch of skin just above Pip’s work shirt collar. He sucked harshly on the
skin, which coursed a burning like sensation to spread across Pip’s neck.
Damien released the skin, and leant back a little. He smirked upon seeing his
handiwork.
“That hurt.” Pip grunted. He reached up to brush his fingertips across the spot
that twitched. It was a little red, but would probably become darker over time.
“Did you just give me a love bite?” Pip gasped.
Damien hummed in response. His eyes flickered, and leant back down without
answering fully. He licked at the mark, and then moved his mouth further
downward. Damien’s hands ran up Pip’s body, and pushed them underneath his work
shirt. He began to pull at the buttons to open the shirt.
Pip’s heart skipped a beat. He could hear Damien pull his shirt off. Pip did
his best to fight the urge of trying to wiggle away when Damien’s hands began
to explore his chest. Pip jumped when the other man captured his nipple within
his lips.
Damien peered up at Pip. He gazes up at Pip, and sucked the small lump. He ran
his tongue over it, while his reached up with his right hand to play with the
other. He rolled the nipple between his fingers, and couldn’t stop smiling from
the way Pip gasped.
The feeling was just as foreign as everything else Pip had experience. His
fingers twitched, and he gently ran a hand through Damien’s brown curls. He
gasped and whimpered.
Damien pulled away. He licked his lips, and peered back up at Pip. He had to
push himself backward when Pip sat up. Even thought they were sitting up,
Damien kept himself close to him.
Pip bravely removed his own cotton shirt. He rubbed his arms. Pip bites his
bottom lip. Pip traced his finger along Damien’s chest...  
Damien cupped Pip’s face. He draw him back into a kiss. He pressed their lips
together, and licked to be allowed in to which Pip granted quickly. He sighed
deeply. Their tongues danced together again, and hands began to explore bodies.
It was only when his pants were beginning pulled down his legs, did Pip really
realize that they were doing this. They were really having sex.
Damien pulled the cotton shorts down his legs. Damien ran his hands down his
legs. He gently stroked the soft skin. His hands moved a circle like motion.
Truthfully, Pip would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous. Wasn’t so nervous
now that he was only in his boxers underneath Damien.
“Is this okay?” Damien asked softly. He pressed a gentle kiss on Pip’s stomach.
“Do…do you want me to stop? I will, if you want me too.”
Pip’s mouth went dry. Pip could feel Damien between his legs. The other man
held his hips, and was tugging slowly on the band of Pip’s boxers. Damien’s
fingers dipping a little on the band.
“It’s okay. I’m okay. I don’t want you to stop.” Pip admitted.
PIp held his breathe as Damien began to pull the boxers down. It was painfully
slow. Every passing minute made Pip’s heart shudder in his chest and he almost
wanted to scream out ‘just get on with it!’ but then Damien pulled his boxers
all the way down.
Pip let out a soft yelp. He immediately wanted to curl up, and cover himself.
His hands twitched, and he moved them to cover himself. He knew it was stupid
as he had just agreed to allowing Damien strip him bare.
Even so, it was embarrassing.
“S-Sorry. I’m just…embarrassed.” Pip tried to explain. “E-Even thought I can’t
see anything…”
Damien crawled back up to Pip. He laid himself across Pip and kissed him again.
“I know. You don’t need to be embarrassed. I’ll take care you of.” Damien
muttered softly.
He gently ran his hands down to cup Pip’s own hands. As soon as his hands
covered Pip’s hands, Pip shook and felt a wave of heat overcome him. Damien
brushed his fingers repeatedly across the soft freckled skin.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed.” Damien said warmly. He pulled away, and
climbed off the bed.
Damien smirked. Damien pulled down his own pants. Damien kisses Pip. He cups
the back of Pip’s head, and slide his tongue between Pip’s lips. Their lips
moved together, and tongues danced. He shifted his body until he was
comfortable above Pip. He slowly lowered himself onto Pip, all while keeping
their lips together.
Damien gently eased Pip’s head back to the pillow. He kept his mouth firmly
against Pip’s, drinking in the addicting sweetness. He reached down to Pip’s
hands and gently took them. He threated their fingers together. Damien pulled
the hands up, and laid them against the pillows on either side of Pip’s head.
A sudden spike of pleasure washed through Pip as their hips pressed together.
Pip pulled away from Damien’s mouth, and let out a yelp.
Damien let out his own cry. He shifted once again, and looked down at Pip. He
panted a little, with blush appearing brighter across his cheeks.
“Did…did that feel good?” Damien asked.
Pip sniffed. He mutely nodded.
“Y-Yeah…it did…you’re a good boy.” He said.
Damien let out a breathless gasp. He perked up like a puppy again, and
immediately rolled his hips firmly against Pip’s. It grinded their penises
together, which sent tremors of powerful pleasure to ram through them. It made
both of their bodies jerk.
The friction that grow from the way their hips moved, made the both whimper and
gasp. Damien’s mouth took over Pip’s again. It was hot, incredibly hot and
messy, with neither of the men having any experience other than the kisses they
had been sharing that evening.
Pip whined at the sensation. Damien had begun to roll his hips up and down, and
firmly grinded down onto Pip. He held Pip’s hips to prevent him from moving
back up against his, as if to tease him.
Pip felt a shudder run up his spin and he yelped into Damien’s mouth from the
alien hand that wrapped around his penis. Damien held both his and Pip’s
penises together, and with a shaky hand, began to jerk them off. He rolled his
hand up and down.
Pip almost wiggled away from the hand. He whimpered as Damien began to gently
rub their penises.
Pip broke away from Damien's mouth and moaned loudly. Pip was surprised that
the sound came from him, but he hardly had time to think about it, as Damien
speed up his motion. He unintentionally exposed his throat to Damien.
Damien saw the skin. He bent down and dragged his tongue wetly across the pale
skin.
Just the feeling of it made Pip gasp, whimper and moan. His eyes rolled up into
his skull, and he arched his back. He could feel that familiar building
increase within his stomach.
Pip’s legs twitched, and jerked upward. His toes curled as he felt the burning
fire erupt within him once again. Pip’s head fell back as he climaxed. The
white sticky body fluids burst through the air, and coated the hand wrapped
around the two penises.
“I-I’m sorry…” Pip squealed. He stared down at the fluids coating Damien’s
hand.
Damien blinked at Pip. He looked down at his hand, and then back up at him. His
lips twitched into a wide, comforting smile.
“Why? I’m happy I made you climax again!” he said almost too happy.
Pip’s face flushed. He shook his head. “Damien. Don’t say such embarrassing
things.” He whimpered.
Damien chuckled. He eased himself back, and released his hand. He reached for
the tissues again, to clean the fluids off himself. He even hummed to himself
as he cleaned his hand before he throw it away into a bin.
Pip panted softly, and licked his lips. He winced as his lips was swollen from
the kisses. He, with a shaky hand, pushed his blonde hair out of his face.
“Was it good?” Damien asked.
Pip sniffed. He smiled at the other man, and shifted on the bed. Pip wondered
for a few seconds wondered what was up with Damien, and need to be praised all
the time? He kept wanting to know if he did a good job…which Pip was more than
happy to give.
It was just a little odd as Pip hadn’t noticed that side of the other man
before. He leant towards Damien. Pip lifted a hand, and gently cupped Damien’s
cheek. He gently crushed the soft skin, and smiled.
“Y-Yes. You was a good boy.” Pip said.
The bed jerked, as Damien pounced. Pip’s yelped. His back bounced onto the
mattress, and he blinked blindly in bewiled.
“You got to stop doing that.” Pip gasped. He let out a so laugh. “Every time I
sit up, you push me back down.”
Damien chuckled. He buried his face into Pip’s neck, and gently nipped at the
soft flesh.
“I’m sorry. I can’t help but get excited.” He explained.
Pip shuddered. He sighed, and wrapped his arms around Damien’s shoulders. He
pets the dark haired man on the head. Pip giggled as he felt Damien shudder
from it.
“You’re like a puppy.” Pip admitted.
Damien poked his head up. He kisses Pip on the lips.
“We can stop now. If you want too…” Damien said softly.
Pip nodded. He was tired. Still he smiled. He wrapped his arms tightly around
Damien’s neck, and sighed.
“T-Thank you for this.” Pip breathed out softly. “I-I know you didn’t want
to…but I-I’m so happy you did.”
Damien hummed deeply. He buried his face into Pip’s neck. He hugged the smaller
man close to him, and gently ran his hand along the scared skin.
“I just get scared. I don’t want you in anymore pain.” He admitted.
Pip nodded. “But I’m not. I love you so much Damien.” He said softly.
Damien tiredly lifted his head. He kisses Pip gently.
“I love you probably more…” he murmured.
Pip sighed sweetly. His face was glowing from the sexual actions they had just
did. His water, white eyes closes and he couldn’t help but smile brightly. His
head was slightly crooked, and lured gently in the middle of his arm.
“You’re hungry?” Damien asked softly.
Pip’s eyes slide open. He blindly gazed ahead of himself, which happened to
Damien’s face. He lightly reached up, and traced his fingertips along the soft
skin of Damien’s face. His stomach let out a small grumble.
“A little.” Pip softly mumbled.
Damien nodded. He leant forward, and pressed his forehead to Pips. “Do you want
to eat in here?” he asked softly.
“Can we go to the cafeteria?”
                                   ~#~#~#~#~
Tweak whimpered.
The shaky blonde shook his head furiously. Fear filled him. Tweak’s heart began
to pound. Every step he had made, horrible thoughts filled his mind. Anything
could happen. All he could think about, and worry about was his lover. Craig.
“O-Oh. Craig…” Tweak whimpered.
He slowly walked into the kitchen. His eyes scanned around the space, and he
whimpered again.
“Tweak?”
Tweak jumped. He let a very un-manly cry of surprise, and spun around. He
stared with large, wide eyes at the taller figure walking towards him.
“D-Don’t do t-that!” Tweak gasped.
Craig chuckled. He smirked. “Sorry about that Tweak.” He said with a laugh.
Tweak blushed. He shifted on his feet before he pouted. “C-Craigggg! Gha, I t-
thought you was supposed to-to, gha, be sick?” he squealed out in a loud huff.
“Gha! Y-You don’t look sick at all!” Tweak cried out.
Tweak peered at Craig’s body. He looked completely fine. He looked normal. So
why was he told Craig was sick?
“Oh…well, I’m actually not.” Craig admitted bluntly.
Tweak’s eyes widened. “W-What? Gha! Seriously?” he gapped. “D-Does C-Chef
know?”
“Of course Chef knows.” Craig frowned. He looked almost insulted. “You brought
my box. Right?”
Tweak blinked. He blushed a little, as he remembered the box. He quickly held
it up, and nodded.
“Yes. Gha! Er, I do. Gha!” Tweak breathed out.
Craig smiled warmly. He looked at the box, and took with both hands. He held it
like a child on Christmas. He smirked and looked down at the box.
Tweak blinked his beautiful sea-blue eyes after Craig. He clocked his head to
the side, and tried to see around the other male. He wouldn’t lie, he was
curious about what was inside that box. He trailed after Craig, he followed him
further into the kitchen. He nervously stood in the doorway. He leant against
the door frame, and curled his arms together.
“S-So? What’s in the, gha, box?” he finally asked.
Craig placed the box onto his kitchen counter top. He looked over his shoulder
at the short golden haired male. He smiled in amusement.
“Tweak. You can come in. I won’t bite yet.” He teased.
Tweak glared at him. He pouted, and stepped into the room. “Gha! I know that.
I…I…meh. Gha! Whatever.” He grumbled and crossed his arms.
Craig chuckled under his breathe. The dark haired man walked away from the box,
and walked up to Tweak. He cupped the blonde’s face, and smiled.
“Are you mad at me because you thought I was sick?” Craig teasingly asked.
Tweak’s face flushed a brighter red. “T-That’s not, gha, the point. I s-
seriously was w-worried. You wasn’t in o-our cube this morning…” he whimpered.
Craig kisses Tweak gently. “I’m sorry.” He says against Tweak’s lips.
“I know you don’t like it when I leave the cube without you. I was sorting
something out.” Craig added. “Something you’ll like later on.”
Tweak’s eyebrows pulled together. His small body trembled uncontrollable. “S-
Something, gha, I’ll like?...gha, s-so it will b-be a perverted thing. Huh?” he
pouted. His face turned a brighter red colour.
Craig smirked. He shrugged. “I have no comment.” He said.
Tweak rolled his eyes. He smiled meekly however, before his eyes looked down at
the box.
“S-So, gha, w-what’s in the box.” He squealed out in curiosity.
“It came from Chef. Right?” Craig asked.
Tweak’s eyebrows raised to his hairline. “Gha! O-Of course it is. Y-You think,
gha, I would have picked it off the s-street or something?” he asked.
“Aw. You’re so cute.” Craig smirked widely. He kisses Tweak firmly again.
Craig reached over the box, and pulled the small flap at the top. Immediately,
the four cardboard triangle like shapes sprung open. It revealed two objects.
One being a white cotton cloth tied together by a pink ribbon.
Tweak let out a high pitch cry. His blue eyes widened, and he gapped. He
stepped away with his face becoming hotter by the passing second. His chest
tightened and he couldn’t stop gapping like a fish.
“Gha! T-T-That’s!” he couldn’t get the words out.
Craig grinned similar to a Cheshire cat. Tweak swore for a second Craig had cat
ears and tail. Craig reached into the box, and pulled out a long object.
“What? You said you wanted to try it?” Craig purred.
Tweak’s face flushed a bright red face. He shook his head. “I-I wasn’t, gha, s-
serious!” he shrieked. His voice becoming hitch pitched.
                                 
Craig laughed. “No? Are you sure?” he said. His smile widened further.
“You’re pretty hard, my love~” Craig teased.
Tweak blinked shakily. His head snapped down to look at himself, and gasped in
horror. There really was a dent between his legs.
Still smirking widely, Craig pulled the ribbon of the bag inside the box. It
opened to reveal not cookies or brownies, no, instead it was a rage of
colourful square like sweets. He picked a bright yellow square sweet and turned
towards Tweak. He pushed it easily into Tweak’s unexpecting mouth.
Tweak’s eyes widened. He tried to stumble away, but Craig grabbed him by his
hips. He easily pulled Tweak back against himself.
“W-What are you d-doing?” Tweak’s tried to say. However it was muffled from the
large square sweet.
Tweak jumped when he felt a hand on his head. Craig gently stroked him on the
head, petted him and rubbed his scalp. It made Tweak’s face flush brightly as
it was no secret that the top of Tweak’s head was sensitive.
Tweak’s eyes became half-lidded. He embarrassingly felt himself lean into
Craig’s hand. He enjoyed being petted before he snapped back to reality and
pulled away blushing brightly. Steam was coming from his ears.
“C-Craig! Don’t, gha, do that!” Tweak squealed. His voice creaking as he spoke.
Craig smiled warmly. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. I know your scalp is
incredibly sensitive, but you’re expression is just so cute.” He chuckled.
Tweak, still blushing, shook his head. He pouted. He could still feel tingling
sensation across the top of his head from Craig’s petting. His eyes turned and
peered down into the box again. Tweak could see the embarrassing object.
“H-How did you, gha, g-get it?” he asked shyly.
Craig hummed. “I asked Chef.” He shrugged.
Tweak’s eyes widened. “Y-You spoke to, gha, Chef a-about it?” he whimpered.
“It’s Chef. Why be embarrassed over anything with him involve. He used to sing
to us as kids about sex.” Craig snorted. He runs his lips along Tweak’s neck.
He gently nipped at the soft skin, and groaned at the delicious taste that
coated the other’s skin.
Tweak gasped. He moaned softly as Craig began to rock their hips together. He
could feel the other man’s hot, and hard penis through his treasures. He bites
his bottom lip, and throw his head back from the sensation.
Tweak opened his mouth as if to say something, but Craig cut him off. The raven
haired man quickly pressed harder against him, and a mouth covered his own.
Tweak felt a shudder run up his spin when he felt Craig’s tongue pushed into
his mouth.
“Do you want to try it?” Craig asked.
Tweak bravely placed his arms around Craig’s neck. He inhaled sharply, as his
body twitched with warmth.
“W-What? In here?” Tweak whimpered softly.
Tweak stared at him for a few minutes. He didn’t even realize Craig had pushed
him so fair against the counter that his legs had slide open. He didn’t realize
Craig had moved between his legs, and then was able to grind on him. Tweak had
felt it. Felt through his pants.
Craig kissed him.
Tweak whimpered into Craig mouth. His arms tightened around Craig’s neck, and
felt his body tremble against Craig’s. Unlike last time, Tweak didn’t freak out
when Craig began to grind on him. The brunette moved his hips back and forth
against Tweak’s.
“C-Craig.” Tweak gasped.
Craig shifted himself. He ran his lips along the pale flesh along Tweak’s neck.
He gently left little kisses along the skin. With is right hand, he pressed his
hand against the area between Tweak’s shoulder blades while his other hand
moved towards the spot between Tweak’s legs.
Tweak let out a shaky breathe. His eyes widened as he felt Craig press his hand
firmly against him. His heart leaped into his throat. He gulped, and nervously
looked around the kitchen. It wasn’t like he was expecting to somehow end up
doing type of thing with Craig of all people.
“Craig, gha, s-stop.” Tweak panted.
Tweak rubbed his eyes. He looked at Craig timidly. “Gha!…it’s just…I feel
awkward doing that type of things…in the, um, kitchen…” he admitted shyly.
“Really?” Craig asked.
The other man clocked his head. He pouted, and curled his shaky arms in to his
chest. “W-We’re, gha, in t-the kitchen C-Craig.” He muttered under his breathe.
Craig raised an eyebrow. “You wasn’t complaining about it last week.” He said.
Tweak’s face turned red. He puffed his cheeks out. “N-Not fair C-Craig! Gha.”
He whimpered.
“Is it because Token caught us?” Craig pressed. He clocked his head to the side
rather cutely in Tweak opinion.
Tweak went to speak back, however he clopped his mouth shut. It was true. It
was embarrassing, but true. Their childhood friend, Token, had caught them.
Last week, he and Craig had been in the middle of it…Tweak would even say he
was almost pushed off the edge by his lover, when Token had chosen that very
moment to walk in. At least it wasn’t Kenny, that would have been more then
embarrassing.
“Token’s a big boy. I’m sure he’s seen worse.” Craig rolled his eyes. He smiled
back at the twitchy blonde, and tried to kiss him again.
Tweak frowned. He turned his head which forced Craig to kiss him on the cheek.
“T-That’s not, gha, the point.” He moaned softly.
Craig sighed deeply. He pulled away, and grabbed onto Tweak jerky hands. “But
Tweak, we’ve done a lot of worse then last week. Hell, many times over our
friends have accidently walked in on us.” He asked.
“Craig!” Tweak whined. “I-I just, gha, just d-don’t want to b-be seen by
anyone, gha, but y-you!”
Craig blinked once and then twice. He blinked furiously, and then stepped back.
His white cheeks flushed a dusty pink colour, and he nodded.
“Oh.” Craig breathed out. “Oh. That’s what you mean.”
Tweak pouted. His bottom lip quivered. Tweak clenched his jerky fists. “R-
Right! Gha! I-I don’t-don’t want-want to be seen, gha, naked by a-anyone but-
but…but…” his breathe hitched as he tried to speak.
“Me.” Craig finished.
Tweak nodded. His ice-blue eyes had became glassy with unleashed tears. He
inhaled sharply, and nodded once again. His messy blonde hairs stuck out in
random directions, and Tweak anxiously ran both hands through it.
“Ah. Hey. It’s okay.” Craig yelped. He stepped up to Tweak, and took his face
between his hands. “Hey. Hey. I get it. I get it.”
Tweak whimpered. He placed his hands over Craig’s. “You, You do? Gha r-really?”
he meekly asked.
“Yeah. I’m sorry for not understanding.” Craig said. His lips pulled into a
weary smile. His head jerked in time with his words.
The blonde let out a deep shaky breathe. He licked his chipped lips, and winced
from how the sensitive skin burned. His shoulders hunched, and he smiled.
“O-Okay, gha, C-Craig.” Tweak softly sighed.
Craig nodded. His lips pulled into a soft smile, and he pressed his hands
against Tweak’s round cheeks. “Tweak. You’re still going to your therapy
sessions, right?” he asked.
The shaky blonde blinked up at him. “Huh? Gha, o-oh, yes. I, um, gha, I am. C-
Craig.” He said anxiously. “W-Why? Have, have s-somebody said something?”
Craig shook his head. “God no. Tweak. I was just checking up with you.” He said
and kissed Tweak on the cheek.
Tweak flushed. He lowered his head, and buried his face into Craig’s chest.
“Oh. I-I’m also s-still taking, gha, my medication.” He added quietly. His
voice muffled by Craig shirt.
Craig nodded. He gently stroked Tweak on the head. He ran his fingers through
the soft blonde curls, and smiled warmly as Tweak all but purred into him.
Tweak really did have a sensitive scalp. Many times Craig had compared Tweak to
a cuddly cat. He was just too cute.
“You haven’t had panic attacks without telling me, have you?” Craig asked.
Tweak slowly rolled his head back. He frowned a little, and sniffed. “N-No. O-
Only, oh, one. Y-You was there.” He said quietly.
Craig seemed pleased with that answer and pulled Tweak back into a loving hug.
He buried his face into the messy golden hair, and breathed in Tweak’s chosen
shampoo. Strawberry. It made him snort softly in amusement. As a child, Tweak
disliked Strawberry, it was rather funny that he used strawberry shampoo
nowadays.
“Good.” He said.
Tweak sniffed. He sighed softly. Tweak’s eyes was glassy, as if he was about to
cry but nothing came out. Instead, he smothered his face into the other’s
chest.
“Y-You…y-you, gha!” Tweak whimpered without being able to voice his thoughts.
Craig pets Tweak. He kisses Tweak on the top of the head. “I know you don’t
like to think about that time, but it’s good for you if you do. It’s healthy,
as Mr Mackey says. You don’t even talk to me about it…” he trailed off.
“…I-I know…” Tweak breathed out without moving. “O-Oh. I know. M-Mr Mackey
keeps p-prompting m-me to talk more and more, gha, about it…”
The other man gently moves Tweak back. He gently touches Tweak’s round
shoulders, and looked into his face.
“So you have been talking about it?” he asked with a blank face.
The jerky blonde whimpered. He looked down and gave a small jerky nod as his
answer.
Craig almost frowned however he held it back. It was good. It was healthy, and
Tweak needed to talk about it so he could heal better. However, Craig couldn’t
stop help but feel a little blank of jealousy fill his stomach. Tweak hadn’t
ever talked to him about it, Craig knew about it but Tweak never out right
spoke it to him about it.
Craig felt jealous and protectiveness. It was selfish of him to have those
thoughts.
“I-I’m so-sorry.” Tweak whispered. “I-I, gha, I know you-you want me to talk w-
with you. T-To, gha, tell you about it…I-I know you-you, gha, want me to rely
on you…b-but I think I’ve got to try things by myself…”
The shaky blonde breathed in deeply. “I love you a lot Craig. So much! But I
don’t want to be burden on you forever!” he said loudly without a gasp, or
jerk, or anything. He said it bravely, and firmly.
It made Craig smile. He felt hurt, but he was impressed. He was proud.
“I know Tweak.” He said proudly. He kisses Tweak gently. “I love you just as
much, and I know you’re trying so hard to get better, but at least rely on me a
little.”
Tweak blinked. His hands shook, and he bites his bottom lip. His cheeks was
flush red. He was doing everything he could to get better, after what his
parent had done to him as a child. Had been putting all kinds of drugs into his
food, and their coffee…Tweak isn’t sure what happened to them as Craig had
worriedly taken him away from the house after finding out.
“I-I…I’m scared…” Tweak whispered after a moment of silence. He lowered his
head. “I-I’m s-so scared…”
Craig frowned softly. He gently lifted Tweak’s face with a few fingers
underneath the blonde’s chin.
Tweak sniffed. “I-I’m scared…w-what if I have another panic a-attack and-and,
gha, do it again?” he gasped out. He curled in his arms tightly, and his
shoulders hunched high. He crushed his lips together, and his top lip quivered.
“You won’t. Tweak. You’re doing everything right. You’re taking your medicine,
and you’re going therapy, and you’re even going to those stupid sessions with
Mr Mackey.” Craig said firmly. He cupped Tweak’s face, and sternly looked into
Tweak’s face.
Craig leaned in close to Tweak’s face. “It won’t happen again. I’m here with
you this time, and I won’t leave you leave you ever again.” He added.
Tweak’s lips twitched. They pulled into a tiny smile, and he let out a breathe
of relief. He let out a tiny hiccup. His chest tightened, and shuddered.
Tweak’s shaky hands reached up and gently covered Craig’s own hands.
“Thank you.” Tweak breathed out, with a few tears dripping from his eyelashes.
“Thank you so much C-Craig. I-I don’t think I w-would have been here without
you…”
Craig softly made a sound underneath his breathe. He leant forward, and kissed
Tweak firmly on the lips.
“Don’t say that.” Craig said against Tweak’s mouth. “Don’t say that, Tweak.
You’re a lot stronger then what you think.”
Tweak’s face flushed a bright red colour. He meekly smiled, and nodded his
head. He cuddled up to Craig again. He snuggled his face into Craig’s neck, and
his arms wrapped tightly around Craig’s stomach. His fingers tightly twists
into the creamy white clothes.
“I-I love you.” Tweak said quietly again.
Craig kisses him on the head again. He gently runs his fingers through the
curls, and smirked as Tweak moans as his fingertips brushes Tweak’s sensitive
scalp. Craig rests his chin on the top of Tweak’s head. His eyes darkened as
his mind flips backward. He remembered that night almost about 3 years ago.
Craig blamed himself for it, because he didn’t realize just how hurt Tweak was.
The man had tried to protect Tweak, but he didn’t realize he was hurting him
more then protecting him. Craig and his family, had been trying so hard to help
Tweak. Craig and his mother, had been keeping a secret from Tweak that the
blonde discovered and then…the accident happened.
It had been more of his mother really, Craig didn’t know about it until a month
after. He agreed with his mother to not tell Tweak but like all things in their
fucked up village…everything crashed and Tweak found out the truth. It was the
most violent, and only violent ever, panic attack he had because of it.
It was his fault.
“Craig!” Tweak suddenly yelled.
Craig jumped in surprise. Tweak never raised his voice, ever. The man blinked
confusingly, and looked down at the jerky blonde. His eyes was wide, and his
mouth gapped bewilderment.
“Craig! Stop!” Tweak pouted. “I-I’ve been calling you, gha, f-for the past few
minutes. You h-haven’t been replying…”
“Oh.” Craig gapped. He blushed a little, and awkwardly nodded his head slowly.
“Sorry about that Tweak.”
Tweak pouted. He looked a lot like a little kitten, with fluffy ears and a
swishing tail. He clocked his head to the side.
“A-Are you thinking about it, gha, again?” Tweak asked. His button up nose
twitched cutely.
Craig flushed. He embarrassingly nodded. “Yeah. I’m sorry.” He sighed.
Tweak’s lips twitched. He sharply breathed in, and he licked his lips. He
winced as the small bite marks burned. His hands twitched, and he sighed
softly.
“Y-You know…I-I’m not, gha, do not b-blame you for it.” Tweak softly explained.
“Not at all. I-I think you t-tried to help me…you did it to help me…”
Tweak closed his eyes. He smiled warmly up at Craig. “I-I know. My m-mum…is
more unstable then myself…your mum tried to protect me by not allowing h-her to
see me…for her to bother me…” he said softly. His voice trailed off as he
thought of Craig’s mother.
Craig’s mother, Laura Tucker, had saved him many times. Tweak honestly saw
Laura as his own mother after everything. Laura had even instructed him to call
her mum. Tweak really loved her, she would come see him and Craig together.
Back then…after the Tuckers had come and saved him…Tweak’s own mother hadn’t
let go. She kept coming, and trying to see him, but Laura had stepped between
her and him. Tweak had a lot to thank her for it…even after the accident.
It was embarrassing but Tweak loved Laura and Thomas. The Tuckers were the
first time he had ever experienced a family, and love. His own family were so
unstable, and mentally ill…the Tuckers had saved him.
“B-Both Laura and T-Thomas have done a lot for me, I o-owe them a lot. E-Even
Tricia helped me out…” Tweak shyly admitted. “I love y-you…I love you all s-so
much…”
“Tweak.” Craig smiled.
Craig kisses the other repeatedly. Pressing butterfly kisses all over the
blondes face, and laughing when Tweak giggled loudly.
“S-So, it’s not your fault. I-It’s…my parents fault…a-as Mr Mackey and W-Wendy
keeps telling me. Gha, t-they should have protected me and n-not victimized
me…with d-drugs, gha…” Tweak added softly. “I-I’m getting so much b-better now.
Gha, it’s funny that being in St. Andrews Park, gha, h-helped me s-so much.”
Craig nodded in understanding. “Yeah. But you’re always surround by your
friends. Guess I gotta thank those assholes later for that.” He snorted, and
rolled his eyes as he thought about the other guys.
Hell even the girls were here too.
Tweak had a lot of support. Craig was so pleased he was getting better.
“The fire was my fault, not yours Craig.” Tweak said bravely. His heart skipped
a beat in his chest.
Craig’s eyes widened at the word. It was the first time Tweak had directly said
‘fire’ rather then ‘accident’ or ‘the event’.
Tweak lowered his head. “I set the-the fire. I set the fire, d-during my
violent panic attack. I just glad I-I didn’t hurt anybody…” he said slowly,
with a low voice. His lips trembled, and he stared at the clean tiles of the
kitchen.
“I-I destroyed our school…burned it down….” Tweak whimpered. He twisted his
hands together, and nervously peeked up. “I-It’s my fault…gha, I burned down
our childhood school…”
Craig frowned. He stepped towards Tweak, and grabbed a hold of him again. “No.
It’s not your fault. You was having a break down, a panic attack – a server
panic attack at that.” He said firmly.
“Principal Victoria and Principal PC at least helped you get a reduced
sentence. Those fuckers wanted to put you away for triple that for, as they
said, damaging government property. Bullshit.” He hissed through clenched
teeth.
Tweak gazed up at Craig. He smiled and sighed happily.
“Craig. Gha. Please.” He giggled.
He couldn’t help but smile. He loved Craig so much. He adored the other, and
hearing him talking so passionate made his heart warm up.
‘I’m so loved…’ Tweak realized to himself.
It really made him happy…
Tweak mutely listened to Craig for another few minutes. The reason he was in
St. Andrews Park wasn’t his fault, but it was either come to Victoria’s prison
or go to another where he probably wouldn’t get any help. Where his treatment
wouldn’t continue.
After almost a full year with the Tuckers, he learnt his mother had been
repeatedly bothering the family – harassing Laura…thinking back on it now,
Tweak had to admit it didn’t seem like a big deal but at the time, he had
panicked. He was unhealthy, and ill. Tweak had went straight into full blown
emotional break down, which result in him running to the only safe place he
knew as he felt betrayed with Laura and Craig at the time…he ran to their
childhood school…and had set a fire.
A furious fire that had burned the building down.
The school that held so many precious memories. Tweak had single-handed
accidently demolished the place which held his most special memories. Memories
of his beloved friends, and more importantly, Craig.
Tweak will never forgive himself for it…it was his fault, he took the
responsibility for it.
Craig pulled him into a hug. Into a bone-crushing hug, like if he let go, Tweak
would disappear. He let out a gentle moan, and buried his face back into
Tweak’s hair.
“C-Craig, gha, t-tell me you love me again.” Tweak’s muffled voice asked.
Craig chuckled. “I love you.” He said in amusement.
Tweak laughed. “I love you too.”
The two men looked at one another. Their faces leaned in close, and their lips
were just about to touch when a loud ruckus erupted through the air. Both
jumped in surprise. Their heads turned towards the door way to the cafeteria
where the sound was coming from.
“What the…” Craig frowned. He held onto Tweak’s twitchy hand, and the two
decided to go investigate.
Just as they entered the cafeteria, something hit poor Craig in the face.
“You fucking take that back!” A familiar voice wailed out.
                                  ~#~#~#~#~#~
Leopold groaned.
He shifted. His body ached with numbness. The strong smell of cleanness, and
medical-like products, they were familiar but yet not familiar. Ever so slowly,
his eyes slide open and moaned softly.
Leopold opened his eyes. He slowly sat up, and noticed he was in a bed. A bed
with thick white blankets. His eyes ran around the area he was in, there was a
white curtain like sheet hanging around the small area. His heart began to
speed up with worry upon noticing how white it was.
‘A-A hospital? N-No…’ Leopold thought in fear. He was so scared. So scared that
it could have been…
Could it all have been a…a….dream?
Leopold’s body trembled. He curled up tightly, and inhaled sharply. His classy
blue eyes, because tear up and the hair covering his body stood up on end.
However, when he lowered his head, he gasped and whimpered.
He felt so much relieve upon seeing the familiar creamy yellow-ish clothes. The
clothes St. Andrew Park had given him.
He was still in prison. Still in St. Andrew Park and not St. Mary Cross.
Leopold weakly smiled. He ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, and jumped.
He flinched as he felt a horrible, and painful throb spread from the back of
his head. Leopold could feel a bump. A bump had formed on the back of his head,
but from what?
Leopold’s eyebrows pulled together. He clenched his teeth together, and gently
touched the bump. It hurt. It stung. It made him hiss. There was a bandage
wrapped around his head as well. He wondered if his head had bleed…but why? He
couldn’t remember why.
‘What had I been…d-doing?’ Leopold wondered to himself. ‘I…I was outside…right.
I was working outside…my job was gardening?’
He had been hit on the head a few times today. More then once.
Leopold gasped. ‘I was knocked down and my head hit the gardening post.’ He
remembered.
‘I must have been brought to St. Andrews Park’s clinic…the hospital wing?’
Leopold thought. ‘Didn’t even know they had one…’
Leopold shook his head. He carefully got to his feet. Leopold’s legs trembled,
and almost buckled underneath him, almost throw him back down. He groaned.
Leopold carefully gains his balance. He turned to the curtain sheet, and pulled
it back to poke his head out. He could hear a little sound of other people, and
slowly stepped out.
“Oh! You’re up!” a voice said.
Leopold jumped. He turned his head to see Bebe. She stood next to a table with
another blonde haired man sitting on a table. There was another woman in a
familiar white nurse outfit.
Bebe walked up to Leopold. “I was beginning to worry. Kenny, Stan and Clyde
brought you in, a hurry. Apparently you was knocked down, and you hit your head
hard.” She explained.
Leopold blinked. He smiled a little, and nodded. That seemed about right.
“Well, you had a nasty bump and you was cut a little. I’ve cleaned it and
patched it up. You can remove the bandage tomorrow.” The nurse explained in a
stern type of voice.
Leopold nodded once again. His blue eyes flickered, and they narrowed down on
the male sitting on the table. He looked eerily familiar, as if Leopold had
seen him somewhere or someplace but he couldn’t put a finger on it.
The man was taller then Leopold, with messy, curls of sandy blonde. He had
large, round blue eyes, with chubby cheeks. He was chewing on his first, as he
sat on the table. The man was curled up tightly, with his body shaking. His
eyes looked everywhere but Leopold. His clothes looked a mess, and was ripped
in places, there was even a few stains present. His skin would have been paper
white if it wasn’t for the many different bruise sizes, and cuts.
Leopold’s eyebrows raised to his hair line. He stared in worry, and concern.
What had happened to him.
Bebe glanced down at Leopold, and then looked at the man on the table. She
smiled wearily down at him. She placed a hand onto his shoulder.
“Leopold. This is Bradley Weeks.” Bebe introduced. When she said his name,
Bradley jerked on the table. “It seems he had another accident.”
Leopold blinked. He stared at Bradley, and thought it was pretty lucky to meet
two Bradleys in one day. He tried to look into Bradley’s eyes, but the shaky
blonde avoided looking at Leopold.
“Poor Bradley here is always getting into accidents.” Bebe explained.
There was something in her voice. Leopold looked up at Bebe. There was
something about the way Bebe spoke. It was like Bradley said they were
accidents, but Bebe wasn’t buying it. There was definitely something wrong with
it. Leopold went to scratch his head in confusion when his head stung. It
reminded him that wasn’t a good idea. He winced and dropped his hand. His lips
shook.
Bradley shook on the table. His hands clenched together. He grinded his teeth
together. Bradley puffed his cheeks out.
“I’m fine! I’m fine!” Bradley squealed out. “C-Can I leave now! Please!”
Leopold felt his heart drop. He stared with wide eyes, and a gapping mouth.
That voice. He remembered it. Leopold remembered this morning, when he was on
his way to his first job and that man.
He had came across a man being assaulted! Leopold had completely forgotten
about him! He cursed himself, and shook his head. He understood why Bradley
didn’t want to come clean, didn’t want to tell Bebe what was going on. However
it looked like Bebe might already knew what’s going on.
Leopold wanted to talk to Bradley but he when he opened his mouth, nothing came
out. He just stared at the blonde mutely.
“Can I go! Can I go! Please!” Bradley repeatedly asked. “I’m fine. I’m fine.
I’m clam, and fine.”
The nurse sighed sadly. She and Bebe shared a look before she nodded.
“Alright Bradley.” The nurse said softly. “Alright Bradley. You can go now, but
seriously, if you have another accident, you have to come straight here. I
don’t want to see Bebe dragging you in again.”
Bradley’s face became beef red. His eyebrows pulled together, and his eyes
narrowed. He curled his lips together, and nodded furiously. Bradley began to
chew on his hand again as he slide off the table.
Leopold silently stared at him. He watched as Bradley all but ran out of there.
He stared after the other blonde until the doors swung shut behind him.
“Sorry about that Leopold.” Bebe sighed. “Bradley’s a bit…odd. I’m sure he is
being harassed but we can’t do anything until he comes forward or if we catch
them red handed.”
Leopold blinked a little. He nodded in thought. He completely understood why
Bradley wouldn’t come forward, Leopold had been in the spot many times before.
He swallowed a lump, and forced a strain smile.
“Anyway. Kenny’s waiting outside. He hasn’t left since you was brought in.”
Bebe said.
Leopold’s eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat, and his cheeks burned with
warmth. Leopold’s lips formed a smile. Immediately he felt himself grow warm at
the thought of seeing the shaggy blonde haired again…seeing him so soon.
He looked at the double white doors and then Bebe. He shifted on his feet
anxiously.
“Alright Leopold. You can go now.” Bebe laughed.
Leopold sheepishly smiled. He looked down, and bumped his fists together. He
glanced back at the two amused woman before speed walking out the hospital
wing. His hands twitched against the door, and pushed. He peered through, and
let out a shaky breathe.
He could see Kenny. The shaggy blonde haired man was leaning against the wall a
little away from the door. His arms was crossed, with his head downward.
Leopold could see Kenny’s eyes closed, and he wondered if the man had fallen
asleep while waiting.
The blonde breathed in sharply. He bravely slide through the door, and felt
relief that he was no longer in a white place that brought on horrible
memories. He shook his head, and soundlessly walked up to Kenny.
Leopold clocked his head to the side. He leant faceward, and peered up at
Kenny’s face. It really looked like Kenny was sleeping. Leopold waved a hand in
front of his face and got no movement from him. Leopold twisted his lips and
clicked his tongue. He puffed his cheeks out.
The blonde sighed deeply. He gently poked Kenny on the shoulder, and peered at
Kenny’s face. The other didn’t even stir. Leopold made a soft whine, and gently
shook Kenny’s shoulder. There was still nothing. Leopold was starting to become
annoyed. He pouted, and again, shook Kenny’s shoulder again.
After ten minutes, Leopold huffed loudly. He pouted, and settled against the
wall next to the slumbering Kenny. Leopold wondered how long he must have been
in St. Andrews Park’s hospital wing for Kenny to fall into such a deep sleep?
Suddenly, a hand cupped his cheek. Leopold’s eyes widened and he felt his body
freeze. The warm, rather big hand turned his head and lips pressed against his.
It sent a warm shudder down his spin. It made Leopold’s stomach flip.
It was nice.
The lips pulled away too soon.
Leopold blinked furiously. He looked up with glassy, owlish blue eyes.
“Sorry Buttercup. I couldn’t help it.” Kenny grinned.
Leopold blushed. He nervously looked down, with his hands curled together. The
blonde timidly trembled. Leopold nodded slowly. He felt confused. Almost like
he didn’t know what just happened. It took a few minutes for it to sink in, and
when it did, he gasped loudly.
Leopold snapped his head around to look at Kenny. His eyes grow so wide that
they burned a little, and he gapped in shock.
‘D-Did…d-did Kenny…did Kenny really just kiss me?’ Leopold thought. He quickly
began to feel embarrassed.
“You’re just so cute Buttercup!” Kenny chipped. He pulled Leopold easily into
him, and wrapped an arm around Leopold’s shoulders. “You’ve been in there for a
few hours then. You was asleep for a few hours. Its close to dinner now.”
Leopold glanced up at Kenny meekly. His button nose flickered. Leopold felt
surprised that he had really been asleep for that long. It was rather early,
around 9 am when he began to work and he sure it wasn’t that long before he hit
his head…now it must be 5 pm or 6 pm…
“Come on. You missed lunched, and I noticed you didn’t eat much for breakfast.”
Kenny chimed happily. He easily pulled the small blonde along with him. “You
really should eat more Buttercup. You need way more meat on your bones.”
Leopold pouted. His face was still hot, but he wasn’t as embarrassed as he was.
He looked down at him and huffed. He does have more ‘meat on his bones’ as he
had been eating more. Leopold snorted.
Kenny laughed. He playfully ruffled Leopold’s hair. “I’m just teasing. I’m just
teasing.” He grinned.
The small blonde smiled. He made a soft breathless laugh. He felt a horrible
pull on the back of his throat, that he hadn’t felt before. Leopold felt
worried for it, but only for a second before Kenny brought him to the familiar
cafeteria. It was full, compared to the many other times he had came into the
hall.
Had he really slept that long?
“Ah. Don’t worry. The others saved us seats.” Kenny said. He gestured to their
‘table’.
Leopold turned to look at the table and smiled. He didn’t understand why he
felt so much happiness upon seeing the familiar faces, but he did. He smiled
brightly. Leopold could see Stan, Kyle and even Damien and Pip.
Pip sitting in his wheelchair, happily. Kyle sat next to him, and was talking
to him. Stan and Damien looked like they were in a heated discussion.
Leopold smiled widely. He all but skipped towards the long tables. He plopped
down next to Kyle as Damien was placed on Pip’s other side. Stan was seated
next to him strangely...
“Butters!” Pip squealed cutely.
It always made Leopold feel amazement. He was so impressed that Pip could tell
who as who just by the sound of their feet steps. That was how Pip was able to
tell it was him, and not somebody else.
“Ah. Butters. I heard about your accident.” Kyle said. “I hope you’re feeling
better.”
Pip gasped. “Accident? What accident? Are you alright Butters?”
Leopold smiled. He reached over, and gently took Pip’s hands. He traced his
fingertip across the palm of his hand, writing letters out to him. It made Pip
giggle softly under his breathe.
“Hello children!” Kenny chimed.
Stan snorted. He rolled his eyes. “Children? Kenny, I’m pretty sure you’re one
of the youngest here.” He said.
Kenny playfully gasped. He pressed his hands to his chest. “Oh how you wound me
grandpa.” He teased.
“I’m not that old!” Stan whined.
Leopold clocked his head in wonder. How old was they? Who was the oldest, and
who was the youngest?
Kenny grinned. He shrugged, and stretched his arms above himself.
“Well. Mister broody has decided to join us this fine day. What a surprise.”
Kenny laughed.
Damien grunted. His ruby eyes narrowed. “Don’t call me broody.” He grumbled.
“But Damien. You are pretty broody…” Pip mumbled shyly.
“Pip! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Damien grumbled dryly.
The small blonde giggled. His cheeks flushed, and he shrugged innocently. He
drank juice through a straw. He kicked his legs a little childishly, and
honestly, he looked adorable. Pip seemed to be in a good mood today, and it was
rubbing off on the other men at the table. Even the sonic faced Damien looked
like he was in a good mood as well.
The atmosphere at the table was nice and playfully.
“Well! Buttercup, lets go get fooooooooddddd!” Kenny grinned. He almost skipped
with excitement for food.
Leopold felt curious. He knew Kenny didn’t grow up in a ‘rich family’…not that
Leopold quite new what that meant, but he assumed it means they didn’t get much
compared to other families. Still, it made him worry.
Did…did Kenny not eat healthy before coming to St. Andrews Park?
Leopold himself didn’t get great food at St. Mary Cross but it was better then
nothing. He preferred Craig and Tweak’s food honestly. He really liked their
cooking, and would like to tell them someday how much he liked it.
He shook his head. Leopold smiled up at Kenny, and carefully stood up. He
avoided looking at Kenny’s lips as he knew he wouldn’t be able to control how
hot his face would become…Leopold was rather worried people would be able to
tell if he so much as glanced at blonde’s lips.
Kenny had kissed.
Kissed him again…and Leopold liked it.
It was rather…
“Let’s go!” Kenny cheered and throw his arm around Leopold’s shoulders.
The other men behind them snorted. They rolled their eyes, and shook their
heads, however, they were smiling. Smiling and chuckling in amusement.
Despite trying not to, Leopold found himself blushing underneath Kenny’s arm.
The arm, in fact, sent a bubbly warmth fill his body. It boiled in the pit of
his stomach, and Leopold shyly kept his head down. He tried not to look up at
Kenny, tried not to gaze at the other man’s face but nervously found himself
gazing at him anyway.
“Ah! Has my handsome face rendered you speechless?” Kenny teased. He winked at
Leopold.
Leopold’s eyes widened. He turned an even redder face. Leopold’s pink kissable
lips crushed together. His hands curled up, and clenched at his shirt with both
hands. However, he couldn’t prevent the tiny timid smile from forming.
Kenny shrugged. “I mean, you’re already speechless…that doesn’t make sense.
Never mind.” He groaned.
Leopold let out a breathless laugh. He inhaled deeply, and was pretty amazed
with how quickly the two moved through the line. Normally, if Leopold was late
as he had became used to eating the other guys earlier then the other inmates,
it would take him around ten minutes to get through the line. Both he and Kenny
was at least thirty minutes late compared to normally.
It should have taken them much longer to get through the dinner line…but it
took them hardly five minutes to get to the front of the dinner line.
Leopold nervously looked at the inmates on the other side of the counter. He
immediately felt nervous under the inmates stern eyes. Where was Craig and
Tweak? Leopold was so sure that it was their turn today? Wasn’t Craig and Tweak
supposed to be dishing up their cooking?
“Um! Ohhh!” Kenny cooed excitedly.
Kenny’s dark blue eyes scanned over the food before grinning brightly like a
child on Christmas morning. It amazed Leopold. It made his heart skip a beat in
his chest.
“What do you want Kenny.” Grumbled one of the inmates behind the counter.
Kenny chuckled. He glanced at Leopold thoughtfully. “How about it Buttercup? We
should get the pie, right? I’m assuming it’s Craig’s pie! Nobody makes such a
beautiful crust like that other then Craig!” he said.
Leopold glanced down at the pie. He nodded in agreement. He wanted Craig’s pie.
Craig makes the best pie ever. Anybody would be able to tell if it was Craig
produce or not, just from the beautiful crust like patterns on top.
It always amazed him.
“Okay! We’ll have two pies meal!” Kenny cheered excitedly.
The inmate rolled his eyes. “Alright.” He grumbled deeply.
They quickly grabbed the dark blue trays with a square shaped pie, with peas
and mashed potato. A red cup of juice was placed on the tray as well. Leopold
held his carefully, and returned to the table. He resumed his spot next to
Kyle. He glanced at the brownie he had got too, and frowned deeply to himself.
Leopold still found it difficult to eat much cakes, and he found brownies being
his least favourite.
Leopold looked at the other trays on the table. He felt his lips twitched upon
seeing everyone had chosen the same meal of him and Kenny.
“That’s cute.” Damien snorted. “Matching meals.”
Leopold pouted. His blonde eyebrows pulled together in confusion. He looked at
his food, and then Kenny’s. They were identical…but why is that cute? He didn’t
get it, and he wished he did. Especially when he noticed, strangely Kenny’s
face flushed a pink shade of embarrassment.
Why? Leopold didn’t understand.
“Butters?” Pip cutely said. “Couples normally get matching meals, most often
than not.”
Leopold’s eyes widened. His mouth gapped a little. His throat burned again, a
horrible sensation that was there for a few seconds before it faded away. He
gulped, and snapped his head down. Steam might as well came from the top of his
head.
He looked through the small golden hairs across his forehead. He nervously
looked at the other trays in front of everyone else. They all had matching
meals, but then again, they all were all Craig’s pie meals. Leopold didn’t
quite understand but he felt his chest burn with so much warmth, that his
fingers trembled on his lap. Leopold’s own embarrassment grow.
Kyle patted him on the head. “It’s okay. They’re just joking.” He said with a
soft laugh.
Kyle then reached across the table towards Stan, and scooped the potatoes onto
his plate. Stan, in return, scraped his peas onto Kyle’s plate. It was a rather
amusing thing to see. It was no secret that Kyle loved vegetables, and that
Stan would always trade his vegetables for potatoes.
“Um. Hey…guys?” a soft meekly voice said.
Leopold looked up. He felt his lips form a smile.
“Jesus Christ!” Kyle gapped. “That’s nasty!”
Clyde blushed. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The brown haired man
sat down next to Leopold. Across from Kenny, who had taken the spot next to
Stan. He kicked his legs underneath the bench, and straightened his back. His
nose twitched a little, with a massive bandage across it.
“Right….yeah. Cartman got me pretty good.” He chimed softly.
Unlike everyone else at the table, Clyde had picked the pasta meal. Mac N
Cheese, with broad. It suited him, that and it was highly doubtful that he
could eat probably in his state.
“Does it hurt?” Damien asked. A black eyebrow raised.
Clyde blushed. “A little bit.” He said.
Pip pouted. “Wait. Wait. What’s wrong with Clyde?” he asked cutely. His head
clocked to the side in confusion.
“Cartman hit Clyde.” Kenny explained. “Something about Token, and then Clyde
finally blow his top. Clyde punched him first, and then Cartman returned it.”
“You hit C-Cartman?” Pip asked in shock.
Pip’s small shoulders raised as he swung his head in the direction of Clyde…or
at least where he thought Clyde was. However, Damien gently placed a hand on
Pip’s head and turned him to look in Clyde’s direction.
“That’s pretty impressive Clyde!” Pip added.
Clyde turned a bright red colour from embarrassment. “T-Thank you Pip.” He said
softly.
“Hey. Have you and Token talked yet?” Stan asked. He swallowed a large mouth
full of potatoes.
Clyde shook his head. He curled up on the bench, and deeply sighed. “No. I’ve
tried…but he won’t talk to me. I only see him, already asleep in the cube. I
tried to wake him up, but he told me to ‘fuck off’…that hurt…” he whimpered. A
hand against his chest.
Stan placed an arm around Clyde’s shoulders. “You really like Token. Huh?” he
said.
“….I guess.” Clyde admitted. He blushed even brighter.
Kyle frowned deeply upon finishing his peas. He felt rather upset about that.
“So then you’ve picked Token, over Bebe?” he asked without lifting his eyes
from his plate.
“…I didn’t know…” Clyde sighed.
“What?” Kenny gasped. “But you just said you like Token…”
Clyde shook his head furiously. He clenched his eyes shut, and groaned loudly.
“I know. I know. But it’s so confusing.” He sniffed.
“Hey. Look who it is.” Kyle hissed between clenched teeth.
Kyle peered at the cafeteria doors. His emerald eyes narrowed into a glare, and
he sneered. Kyle shook his head in displeasure.
Damien growled. He clenched his hands. “He got out already? That is bullshit.”
He hissed.
“D-Damien…” Pip whispered sweetly.
Pip trembled. He reached to Damien with jerky hands. He nervously grabbed onto
Damien’s fists. Pip’s tiny fingers pressed into the skin. He bites bottom lip.
Pip let out a small whimper.
Damien let out a soft breathe. He relaxed on the bench. His thumb stroked the
back of Pip’s hand. Damien closed his ruby eyes for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry Pip…” he said softly
Leopold silently turned to look in the direction where everyone was looking. He
felt his heart dropped to his stomach upon seeing the large man. His lips
twisted together.
Eric Cartman.
He was back? Already?
Clyde curled in even tighter. He tried to make himself small. Much smaller then
what he really is. It was obvious that Clyde was uncomfortable and frighten
even. He was scared of Cartman, and everyone could see that.
“I-I guess…Wendy got him out a-again…” Clyde whispered brokenly.
Stan shook his head. His dark hair tingled Clyde’s cheek. He pulled the smaller
brown haired man tighter into his arms, and gently patted Clyde on the back. He
forced a strain smile at Clyde, and glanced back at Cartman briefly.
“It’s okay.” Stan said comfortingly. “Cartman’s just all bark. He’s actually a
big fat cry-baby. Don’t be scare of him.”
Kyle snorted loudly. He smirked, with glowing eyes. “That’s right. The fat man
even started to cry when I hit him in Canada.” He chipped with a laugh.
Leopold blinked. He looked at Kyle in surprise. Kyle had hit Cartman? Leopold
tried to picture it but couldn’t. He couldn’t see Kyle hitting anybody
honestly, but then again, Leopold had witnessed Kyle having a ferocious bark…he
could have the bite too…
“I remember that!” Kenny gasped. “It was Christmas Eve, and Cartman was getting
so bitchy!”
Pip pouted. He clocked his head, and leant further into Damien. The son of
Satan had moved his wheelchair closer to him, as Pip was always more quiet and
nervous when Cartman was around.
“What was you guys doing in Canada on Christmas Eve?” Pip asked curiously.
Stan sighed. He sheepishly chuckled. He sent an apologetic look at his lover.
“Well…Kyle’s little brother, Ike, was almost taken back by his birth parents.
So we all went with Kyle to get Ike back, and Cartman kept track of time…” he
frowned and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah. The fucking asshole had his watch beep when its Christmas Day. He was
just so ‘shocked’ about missing Christmas. He demanded a fight, and when I hit
him, he immediately breaks down, screaming and bawling at the top of his voice
and call for his mother.” Kyle rolled his eyes. “Getting Ike back, was all that
mattered but of course, Cartman is a selfish prick.”
Leopold flinched. He looked at Cartman, and frowned. He stared at the large
man, and wondered just what other things he had done? What other things he had
done to piss the others off, or fucked shit up for the others?
However, Leopold couldn’t help but feel there was something else. There was
something more to Cartman…he just wasn’t sure what it was…
“Hey you guys.” A sickly sweet voice said.
Cartman. He came bouncing up to the table. His large body shook with each step
he took. Cartman’s beady eyes flickered as they look down at the others. The
way he spoke, it was much like a child. A child that was trying to seek
forgiveness, or even pull the wall over their parents eyes. It was familiar,
but yet not.
“What do you want, Cartman.” Kyle groaned loudly.
Cartman frowned. “Aww, come on Kahl. I’m trying to be nice here.” He whined in
a high pitch tone-voice.
Kyle’s eyes twitched. “That’s bullshit and you know it!” he hissed.
“You hit Clyde too man. Look at him.” Stan added with a sigh.
Kenny shook his head. “But seriously, what do you what Cartman. You’re not
welcome at our table ever.” He said.
It was odd. Leopold noticed they was trying their very hardest not to course a
scene. Trying their hardest to keep their cool, as to not scare Clyde more then
what he was. Clyde and Pip. Hell, even Damien wasn’t making a sound. The son of
Satan wasn’t even looking up at Cartman, instead, he was holding Pip’s hands
and whispering sweet words into Pip’s ear.
“Aye! Clyde started it!” Cartman cried in defence. “I was only trying to help!”
“Help?” Kyle repeated in disbelief. His red eyebrows raised to his hairline.
“Helping how exactly? That doesn’t look much like helping!”
Cartman growled. He shrugged his massive shoulders. “Mild calibration issue! I
was trying to help him with Token, but like always, the little bitch wouldn’t
listen to me! He began to whine, and then he tried to hit me. It’s not my fault
I’ve got an awesome hook!” he huffed.
Stan snorted. He rolled his eyes. “Dude. Don’t call Clyde a bitch.” He said.
“An awesome hook. You don’t have an awesome hook. Clyde couldn’t fight. No
offense Clyde.” Kenny said. He ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. He
clicked his tongue, and rolled his blue eyes at the large man.
Clyde nervously smiled. He shrugged. Clyde knew he couldn’t fight. Hell, he was
more of a wimp then Cartman. He had taken it, accepted it and nobody had ever
made fun of him for it…well, other then Cartman, but then again Craig and Token
always stood up for him for it.
“Kinny! That hurts! Real hurts!” Cartman wailed. “But seriously! I was just
trying to help! My god, last time I try to help any of my friends.”
Kyle rolled his eyes. He shook his head at him. “Friends? We’re not friends.
We’ll never be friends Cartman. Not since you hurt Pip! I mean look at him, you
coursed that and what for? For some stupid, childish rivalry. A childish
grudge?”
“Kyle.” Damien said.
Kyle flinched. He flushed a little. “Sorry.”
Cartman opened and shut his mouth. He gapped a little. He peered over at Pip.
Cartman almost-almost looked guilty. It was difficult to tell as Cartman hardly
ever had an emotion other then gleefully happy on his face.
Did…did he look guilty? Was that even possible?
Cartman let out a low goggle. His lips twisted into a frown, and his fists
shook at his sides. He forced his view away from Pip, and looked down. He shook
his head slowly.
“I was just telling him the truth.” Cartman said. He ignored Pip, and stared at
Clyde.
Kyle groaned. “And that would be?” he asked.
Cartman puffed his large cheeks out. “Isn’t it obvious. It isn’t a secret.
After Clyde’s little melt down, Token began to cheat for him. Help him cheat,
to gain reasonable high grades. Pathetic. It’s not my fault Clyde wouldn’t
accept the facts.” He grumbled.
“Unbelievable. You’re really something, aren’t you.” Kenny growled.
Clyde shook. He breathed in sharply, and forced a weak smile. “It’s okay. I
mean, I’m…I’m slow, and I guess I am stupid. I’ve got dyslexia, which proves
how dumb I am. C-Cartman’s right…i-if Token didn’t help me, t-then I probably
would have…hit bottom…god knows w-what I would have done…” he said weakly.
“Ha!” Cartman grinned. “See! Clyde is finally accepting it!”
“Fuck off Cartman!”
It happened in slow motion. Before anybody could have made a sound, or a
movement, Cartman was thrown forward from behind. When Cartman turned around,
he let out a high pitched pig-like shriek as a fist slammed into his face.
Carman’s large body stumbled backward, and the guys had to move fast to prevent
themselves from being crushed underneath his body.
Cartman slammed against the table. The table shook underneath him, and he let
out a deep groan. He shook, and slowly pushed himself up. His face looked
surprised. He obviously wasn’t expecting to be punched…by anyone.
“Fuck off Cartman! Seriously! You’re pissing me off!” Token hissed.
Cartman blinked owlishly at the man. “Token! Token! Hey! I’m not the bullet!”
he yelled out.
“That’s not fucking funny!” Token growled. “You’re so fucking stupid! Just stop
being such a prat!”
“Jesus! Token!” Kenny gasped. He barely was able to catch Leopold from tripping
over his own feet from the sudden impact.
Leopold stared with large eyes. He was surprised. He didn’t know Token as much
as everyone else. Leopold couldn’t help but cling onto Kenny. His fingers dug
into Kenny’s arm. He didn’t realize his nails had broke the tan skin.
Cartman made a loud sound. His mouth opened and shut again. “Token! Token!
Listen, listen! I’m not the bullet! I didn’t-” he begged.
It looked like he had suddenly became a child. A terrified child.
“Oh my god! This is not about racism! You dumb fuck!” Token sneered. He shook
his head in anger. “This is about you putting your snout where it does not
belong!”
Cartman narrowed his eyes. “Aye! My nose is not a snout! I am not dumb either!
We all know who the dumb one is!” he growled back.
Cartman turned his head. He peered at Clyde with a dark look in his eyes. His
top lip reeled back into another sneer. He noticed there was a cut of pie on
his face. It fuelled his own anger, and frustration.
“Are you seriously that fucking stupid?” Token said. “You’re still hurting our
friends, and what for? To make yourself feel better? Is that really worth it?
At the end, you’ll be alone!”
Cartman growled. He reached up, and grabbed the pie on his face. He throw it at
Token, and felt satisfied that it hit Token directly in the middle of his face.
It stuck to the men’s skin, and ran a little downward.
Token blinked once, and then twice. He looked confused for a few seconds before
he finally let out his own growl of frustration and charged forward. He leaped
at Cartman.
“Food fight!”
Leopold gasped mutely. He jumped in surprise as the cafeteria erupted. Screams,
wails and voices bounced on the walls. Food was thrown back and forth. There
goes Craig’s amazing pie. It was the first time ever, he had seen a bunch of
men throw food.
His eyes nervously looked around the cafeteria in shock. Leopold gapped. He
watched as pasta with ham, pie, potatoes and peas was thrown back and forth.
The inmates become angry, vengeful beasts and in anger and happiness throw
food. One inmate turned around and grabbed a hold of juice cup. They throw it
strongly at another inmate. Leopold flinched. He jumped, startled as potatoes
hit him against the side of his face. Leopold felt his stomach clench, and he
turned to see who throw it at him only to see the inmate get pasta thrown at
them. The force of the pasta knocked the inmate down.
Wendy charged into the hall. Her eyes blown wide, as if she had never seen or
thought the inmates would ever do this. She gapped a little, and her head
snapped side to side. Her black hair was a mess as she moved further into the
cafeteria. She tried her hardest to avoid being hit with food, however she
almost slipped on gravy.
“What in the world?” she gasped.
Just then, potatoes hit her in the side of her head. The potatoes ran down her
head, and stained her black hair. She could feel it.
“Enough!” she bellowed out in anger.
Wendy’s voice echoed around the cafeteria. It successfully rendered everyone
quiet. Forced everyone to become silent. Wendy panted. Her body slightly
hunched over. Her fists shook at her sides, and her hair hanged into her face.
She whipped her head around. Her eyes looking through the crowd of men.
“Enough! I hope you all are very pleased with yourself, you all will clean this
up!” she shrieked out. She ignored the groans from the other inmates. “Oh don’t
you all moan! You made this mess, and you all will clean it up!”
“Now which one of you fucking started this!” she hissed. Her hands on her hips,
and back arched.
Everyone sat in silence. There was not even a single sound. Slowly, one by one,
heads turned towards the table in the corner. Hands reached up. They all
pointed towards the rather small man crouching down by the table. He had his
hands above his head, and was covered in food.
“Clyde Donovan!” Wendy yelled. “Out of all the people here, you were the last
person I thought would do something so dangerous! I am so disappointed in you!
I even put you forward to Victoria to allow you out early, but that seems to be
out the window now.”
Clyde gapped. His eyes widened in surprise. He shook his head, with shaky
shoulders. Clyde’s eyes became glassy with unleashed tears.
“N-No. I didn’t…” he breathed out shakily.
Leopold gasped mutely. He looked between Clyde and Wendy. That wasn’t right.
Clyde didn’t start this. Why would everyone pin it on him? He didn’t do it…
Leopold bites his bottom lip. He looked down at Clyde, and then back up Wendy
before he found himself raising his arm. He anxiously shifted on his feet.
Leopold felt his face burn red as many eyes turned to look at him.
Wendy raised an eyebrow. She tilted her head, and he looked confusion.
“Leopold. Are you saying you started this?” she asked.
Leopold opened and shut his mouth. Face still red, he nodded bravely. He
just…looking at Clyde, the man didn’t look like he could take much more of
this. Leopold had to help him.
Kenny stared at Leopold. His eyes softened and he sighed. He lowered his head,
with a small shake. Finally, he raised his arm and wiggled his fingers at
Wendy. There was pie on his face, with pasta hanging over his head. There was
even peas stuck to his clothes.
“No. I did it Wendy.” He called out.
Wendy’s eyebrows pulled together. She frowned deeply. Wendy opened her mouth to
speak, when she let out a sound from the back of her throat. Another hand
raised.
“No. I started it.” Stan said.
Kyle pouted. “No. I did it. They’re just taking the blame for me.” He said.
Both men was covered in food as well. Kyle was picking at peas in his hair with
a distasteful grimace on his face. His nose twitched with grossness. There was
gravy on his cheek, and his clothes was stained with gravy. He looked fully
grossed out.
Stan on the other hand, didn’t seem like he cared that he was smothered in
food. There was more pasta on him. Ham was on his face, and his eyes was
glowing like the food fight was the most amazing thing he had seen…which it
probably was honestly.
“No! I started it!” Pip chipped innocently. His bandaged hand raised above his
head.
Pip shifted on his wheelchair. His legs were curled in tightly. Pip wasn’t
completely sure what had happened, and he was more clean then most people.
Looking at Damien, it was obvious why. Damien had most likely became Pip’s
human shield, and took most of the hits…
Damien was smothered in all the food.
Damien’s red eyes narrowed darkly. If looks could kill…Wendy most likely would
be dead…so would a lot of other inmates really.
“Damn it Pip.” Damien muttered under his breathe.
Damien sighed. He put his hand onto his hip, and raised his other. “I did it.”
He said plainly.
“Wait a minute…” Wendy began.
A low groan came from behind them. Leopold turned and blinked. He didn’t
realize Craig and Tweak had turned up. Unlike everyone else, Tweak was
completely clean. There wasn’t any food on him, while Craig had gravy covering
his face and clothes.
Craig glared at nothing. However he raised a hand, with his eyes clenched. This
prompted Tweak to rise a jerky hand as well.
“We started it.” Craig said in his dry tone of voice. He held Tweak’s hand
tightly.
Tweak nervously smiled. His legs buckled underneath him, and shrugged. His hand
shook above him before he dropped it, and curled it tightly to his chest. He
stepped closer to Craig. Tweak tried to hid his body behind Craig, and he let
out a soft wheeze.
Token frowned. He turned to Clyde, and crouched down. His eyes burned with
worry, as he took Clyde by his shoulders. He carefully helped Clyde up.
“You alright?” he asked softly.
Clyde sniffed. He slowly nodded his head, with tears slowly running over his
cheeks.
Token nodded at him. He turned to look at Wendy. “I did it.” He called out.
“I highly doubt all of you did this.” Wendy said. She crossed her arms over her
bust and shook her head. “You all will be punished until one of you comes
forward, and admits the truth.”
“Oh my god you guys~” Cartman suddenly said in a high pitch voice. He shook his
head in fake-innocence. “I can’t believe you guys did this.”
Wendy snorted. “You too Cartman. I can not believe you aren’t involve in this.”
“I am very disappointed in you.” She added.
Cartman’s eyebrows raised. His jaw dropped.
“Aye! What does that mean! You fucking succubus!”
Chapter End Notes
     There was two more scenes I wanted to add, but I was running out of
     time. I felt it was so overdue, and I had to update!
     I hope you enjoyed it! And I'm so sorry about the shortest!
     I have a question for you all...which man or couple do you want me to
     explore more? I know Bunny - Butters and Kenny are my main
     characters, but if you want more of Kyle, Stan, Craig, Tweak, Clyde,
     Token, Damien, Pip, Wendy or Cartman let me know! I'm doing my best
     to give everyone screen time, and character development <3
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