{Complete} The Strange Boy Next Door ~ Bunny fanfic~

6

Today mom's dressed up in some nice clothes; a lovely dark purple dress which sways at her ankles, matching purple heels and the golden heart necklace. She's straightened her hair and left it loose instead of tying it up like she usually does.

"What's the special occasion?" I ask, pouring cereal into my bowl, "you don't usually dress this nicely for no reason. That's the dress you wear when we go to Finnigans."

"Sheila's invited me round to her house for the weekly book club meeting. She thinks it'll be a good way to meet the other parents," she replies, stirring her coffee, "I'm so glad we moved here. The parents in north park were horrible and never had things like book clubs!"

I remember how sad mom was before we moved. She had no friends and had to stay at home every night feeling sorry for herself whilst Dad went out drinking with his work mates.

"When am I going to school?" I ask.

"School?" Mom raises her eyebrow. "Any other kid would be thrilled to be missing school. You're a funny kid, Butters. I'll register you at the local high school later, I'm sure Sheila won't mind taking me there."

It may sound stupid, but I actually like school. You can see your friends, learn responsibility and get a good education. The only negative things are the stress and homework, but I quite enjoy homework.

Mom hurriedly drinks her coffee, grabs her handbag and kisses my forehead, probably leaving a lipstick mark which I attempt to wipe off with my sleeve.

"I'm going over to Sheila's now, I'll see you later. If you go out, make sure to lock the door behind you. I know how forgetful you are."

She leaves the house and I hear her lock the door behind her.
I eat my cereal in silence, thinking about what I want to do today. I could clean the creepy doodles off the wall or I could try to see Kenneth again.

That's what I'm going to do today.

I quickly finish my cereal and run up to my bedroom to change into something nice. After a while of thinking, I pull on a pair of black jeans and a blue sweater.

I leave the house and look over at my neighbour's house to see if Kenneth is smoking on his doorstep again, sadly he isn't.

"Gosh dangit..." I sigh.

I turn around and start walking back towards my house. Someone grabs my wrist and pulls me into them.

"ah! Get off me!" I squeak in shock.

"Relax," a familiar voice whispers into my ear, "it's just me."

"Kenneth?"

"You got it, baby." He chuckles, releasing me.

I blush slightly at the word 'baby', but he doesn't seem to notice.

"So, wanna hang out?" He asks, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Sure, we can go to my house if you like." I suggest.

"Okay." Kenneth smiles.

We enter my house and go up to my room. Kenneth flops on my bed and looks around my bedroom, his eyes lingering on my stack of playboys that were given to me by a kid from North Park.

"Dirty boy," he grins, getting up and flicking through one. "I had no idea you were into this stuff."

"Oh, you can have 'em if you want. They're not really mine." I shrug, dragging my dresser into the middle of the room.

I stand on top of it so I can pull down the ladder to the attic. I thought I'd show Kenneth those weird drawings since one of them looks an awful lot like him.

"Wanna come into my attic?" I ask, already halfway up the ladder.

"Sure."

We climb into the attic and sit in the darkness until I turn on my phone's torch.

"Look at these weird drawings." I tell Kenneth, shining the light on the doodles.

He studies them for quite a while, not saying anything as he stares at the wall.

"These are weird. Why did you draw them?" He asks, kneeling down beside me.

"I didn't, they came with the house. Aren't they creepy?"

"Clean them off." He commands, his voice suddenly cold and controlling.

"They're just-"

"I don't care. Clean. Them. Off." He opens the trap door and starts climbing down the ladder.

I follow him down the ladder and into the bathroom. He grabs one of my mom's cleaning sponges and borrows a plastic teapot from my box of bath toys to fill with water.

"Clean." He commands again, thrusting the teapot into my hands.

I hesitate. He shouldn't be ordering me around in my house, but I want to get on his good side since there's something about him that makes me want to be with him all the time. I was thinking about him last night, so much so that I could hardly sleep.

"Fine." I sigh in defeat before climbing back up the ladder to clean off the creepy drawings.

Before I clean them off, I take a photo of each one, but I'm not sure why. I feel like they're not just drawings. Why would a child draw something like this unless it meant something?

After half an hour I've cleaned off the weird crayon drawings and Kenneth has gone back to being fun and mysterious.

"Thanks. They just gave me a bad feeling." He smiles after I've finished.

He shuffles over to me and gives me a quick, friendly hug. When he pulls away I find myself wanting more, not just a friendly embrace. I try to push away these perverted thoughts, but they don't leave and I feel myself getting hard.
I bite my lip and pray he doesn't notice.

"So, do you attend South Park high?" I ask, trying to take my mind off the thoughts.

"I should do, but usually I bunk off. Why, is that where you're going?"

"Yeah, I am. Don't you get in trouble for bunking off?"

"Nope. I get my registration mark during homeroom, sneak off for a quick smoke, go to first period because that teacher has a decent pair of knockers and then leave school. The teachers are usually too lazy to do registration so they never notice that I'm not there."

"Genius. I'm too scared to do something like that." I admit.

"Heh, you're a cute kid," Kenneth ruffles my hair. "Mind if we go outside, I need a quick smoke."

"Alright then." I shrug.