Kenny POV
I was finishing up tattooing myself when I heard my phone go off. The loud ringer of the guitar from the beginning of a korn song filled the parlor. I put the gun down and picked up the phone turning it on speaker. "Hey Kenny it Kyle." I quietly said hi back and he just went one and talked. "Me and Stan thought you might want to come over to my house for a party tonight all the old group goning to be here, were gonna be drinking playing games shit like that". I said "sure all I got to do is close up the shop and get ready I'll see you guys in a hour or so" and with that he hung up. I sighed loudly, I got up cleaned my tattoo I just did and closed up the shop. I walked up the back stairs of the shop into my appartment above. I took of my orange coat and heavy work boots to go take a shower.
(I'm skipping the shower you pervs)
I got out the shower and went to my bedroom. I stood in front the body length mirror looking at my body, tattoos over scars, band aids covering stupid accidents, bruises all over. Then I looked up at my face choppy blonde hair, my stupid lip ring eyebrow and the thousands of earings hanging off my skin. Life has changed so much since I was a kid. Only if I could only tell myself then it would be better. I stopped staring to get dressed. I put on my ripped black jeans, a light orange tank top that had painted across it a pair of tits, my long black with coat with a hood with a skull on the back, and my tall docs. Yeah know style cause my friends in the city taught me I didnt need that orange hoodie 24/7 to protect me. I put a bit of orange red shadows around my eyes forcing them to look more dead than they are. My old friends haven't seen me since I was a teenager time to show them I'm better and grown. I left the house with my small backpack and picked up a case of beers on the way to Kyle's. Lighting a cigarette I kept walking it was to nice of a night to drive plus I can see the old town. I finally got to Kyle's, cigarette gone, and beer in hands; it was 6:30 I took a deep breath in and knocked on his front door. Just to have someone yell it open. I walked in slowly and hear someone scream Kenny as I was tackled into a hug.
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Ink & Flowers (Bunny South Park)
Fanfiction~not my art~ In the town of South Park things have changed since everyone grown up. Most people parents left there kids and gave them there family homes. And Butters has open up his own flower shop in town. Kenny went to the city when he turned 16...
