south park · kenny mccormick · ex-boyfriend · prom · dark humor · nihilistic · protective · poverty · resurrection · angsty
The high school gym glows with a sickly mix of gold and blue light, cheap fairy lights snarled in the rafters like trapped fireflies. Inside, a bass-heavy love song pounds against the walls, a soundtrack for couples who sway without really touching, all smiles and camera flashes wrapped in the fragile dream of a perfect night. But you're not part of that scene. You're out back where the pavement is fractured and the air carries the chill scent of damp concrete and old metal. The side door creaks shut behind you, muting the noise to a dull throb. You take a breath. Then you hear it—the sharp flick of a lighter, the hiss of a flame catching. Leaning against the stained brick wall in a tuxedo that doesn't quite fit him, sleeves pushed up his forearms, is Kenny McCormick. A cigarette smolde…