South Park: "Let Me Violate You" (Craig/Kenny) CHAPTER 3
Title: Let Me Violate You
Chapter: Three
Fandom: South Park
Characters/Pairings: Kenny/Craig, Craig Tucker, Kenny McCormick, Bebe Stevens, Craig/Bebe friendship
Rating: R
Narrative: Craig's POV, first person
Genre: Romance
Length: 5 chapters
Warnings: Language, slash and mild sexual situations
Spoilers: Up to series 12, "Pandemic". Only a slight mention.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park
Author's Note: Part 3.
Summary: When Craig agreed to go to a party with Kenny, he hadn't realised what Kenny's motives were. Part 3.
CHAPTER THREE
Bebe had left a while ago with some guy I didn’t recognise, supposedly to feel ‘wanted’ again. I frowned at that thought. Why did she think she needed to be with someone who was drunk to feel like that? It turns out, when I’d been in fourth grade, I was right then. Bebe is kind of cool. She just needs to get some of her confidence back.
I was musing on this as Kenny emerged from the house again, but this time he did not see me. He was too busy being wrapped around another guy. I was surprised I hadn’t realised he was bisexual before. Now that I thought about it, it was fucking obvious. Like that time he and Kevin came to class late, both completely flustered. I thought they’d been chain-smoking. Fucking naïve little Craig. Or that time when he’d ‘accidentally’ locked himself and Butters in the janitor’s closet. Or the way he’d casually rest his hand on my knee whenever we were talking. Or the way he’d just look at me to catch my attention across the classroom. Or the way he’d put his arm around me every time he greeted me. Or the way… okay, I’m a huge idiot for not realising he liked me sooner.
The fact that he liked me obviously wasn’t an issue for him right now, the way that he was sucking face with that guy in front of me. I felt a little disgusted at the sight, and I wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t homophobic, so that wasn’t it. I’d seen Stan and Kyle kiss before and I didn’t care. A thought nagged at the back of my brain that I was ignoring, until it finally broke through.
‘It’s because it’s not me.’
What…the…fuck. I don’t like Kenny, do I? I don’t want to kiss him… at least, I didn’t think so. So what was going on? Was this the alcohol? I slapped my face into my forehead and closed my eyes. Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sakes.
At that moment, Bebe came back. She looked a little rumpled, her shirt wasn’t done up properly and her hair was untamed. I rolled my eyes at her, which she did back.
“Fancy seeing you here, Tucker.” She smiled playfully.
“I think I said before, fuck off, Stevens.” I smiled back at her. She tucked her hair behind her ear at sat down with me in response. I saw her eyes rest on Kenny.
“He must like me a whole lot, huh?” I said dryly.
“He…he does.” She said uncertainly. “It’s complicated, I suppose.” I looked at her questioningly. She sighed. “He’s just like me. Pretty much everyone here is like us. We just want to feel wanted.” She continued. I turned back to Kenny. He felt that way too? But he had Stan and Kyle, and Cartman… okay; I think I understand actually, if those are the few ‘closest’ to him.
“I see.” I muttered, turning back to Bebe. “Are you and Kenny close, then?”
“Not at all.” She smiled as she watched Kenny. “We’re just on the same wavelength.” She looked at him kind of wistfully, as if remembering something.
“Did Kenny ever invite you to one of these parties?” I asked her. She faced me.
“Yes. A long time ago.” She replied. I’d thought so. “That’s how I got into them.”
“So, did you two ever… you know…” I asked, nodding over at him. She just looked at me for a moment, and then started to laugh.
“Ha, he wishes.” She giggled. “If I did any of this with someone I knew, then it would ruin the point of it all.” She continued more seriously. I simply smiled at her and watched as Kenny and his partner continued back into the house.
“Know what you’re going to do about him yet?” She repeated her question from earlier. I shook my head, unsure.
“I think you should go for it.” She blurted out. I raised my eyebrow at her. “Come on, really, what have you got to lose?”
“My sexuality.” I replied dully. She laughed again in response.
“It won’t make you gay - just an experiment.” She elaborated. When I didn’t respond, she carried on. “I mean, you’ve been thinking about it, right? Since you’ve known?”
Fuck it, she was right again. Maybe she was a psychic. What she was saying, though, made some sort of twisted sense. From the sounds of it, everyone in my class had tried it with someone else of the same gender, so why not me? I’ve thought about it in the past, and now I’ve got an opportunity… no. It’s stupid. I’m not gay. Then again, Bebe had said that it wouldn’t necessarily make me gay. Even though I tried to ignore it, I cannot deny that I did feel jealous when I saw Kenny with that other guy. It can’t hurt to try it, and Kenny obviously wants it, so everybody wins, in a way. God, this is fucked up.
“I can’t believe I’m considering this.” I sighed, resting my cheek into my palm. Apparently that was all the confirmation Bebe needed. She looked absolutely ecstatic.
“Let’s go find him them!” She squealed happily, immediately jumping to her feet.
“Bebe, not so fast.” I said, getting up with her. Her face fell slightly. “You’re sure this is a good idea?” I asked nervously. She beamed again, her face completely gleeful.
“Positive.”
Before I had a chance to say another word, she was gone. I tried to call after her but I knew it was too late. My worries were confirmed when she returned from the house with a very confused Kenny in tow.
“What’s this about, babe?” He asked, but his expression changed into a small smile when he saw me. “Hi there.” He said simply. He was probably a little concerned after what happened last time.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Bebe winked at me as she darted off.
“Oh, shit.” I shook my head, as Kenny stood there expectantly.