It was another day in South Park and I was awoken to my alarm clock blaring in my ear. Fucking great. I slammed my hand onto the clock and shut it off before pulling myself up. I glanced out the window and the sun had already peeked up over the mountains. It was pretty, but I didn't care too much. Moving my hands up, I rubbed my eyes to somehow wake up faster. I let a sigh leave my lips before hopping out of bed and making my way over to Stripes cage. I didn't really have time to play with him, so I made sure he had enough food and water before pulling on my clothes. All my outfits were the same. T-shirt, jeans, converse, blue jacket, and my signature chullo hat. I never gave a fuck about how I looked to anyone. Begrudgingly, I went downstairs and grabbed my bookbag before heading to the bus stop. I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit it before taking a drag. God, I fucking love smoking. Once the bus arrived, I put out the cigarette and sat in my usual seat and watched my sister, Ruby, scurry to the back where her and her annoying friends talked about their stupid ass boy bands. I rolled my eyes and leaned my head against the cool glass.
Everything was completely boring, just the way I liked it, that is until those assholes got onto the bus. I was already in a shitty mood because a girl I had dated for four months dumped my ass yesterday, and I didn't feel like dealing with them today. As my luck would have it, Kenny decided to plop his weird, parka-wearing ass into the seat next to me. I scowled into the glass before turning my attention to the blond.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I stated with the same monotone voice that I usually had, I really hated showing emotions.
With a grin, Kenny pulled down his hood to show his mess of blond hair and piercing blue eyes. "Just wanting to know why that chick dumped your ass. Was it cause you sucked at sex, or is your dick small. Oh, wait. Maybe it's cause you're a boring asshole and I have no idea how anyone could date you."
"Fuck off, McWhoreDick. It isn't your goddamn business." I furrow my brows. Great, Clyde had ran his loud mouth already.
"Hm... No. I think it's because you're just a shitty person. I mean, you barely have friends as it is." Kenny had this fucking Cheshire cat like grin, and it just pissed me off.
"Fuck. Off." I tried to keep my anger down, but this jackass sent me over the edge.
Without so much as a warning, I tackled Kenny into the aisle. I was sick of him and his shit. I clenched my fists before promptly punching the blond freak right in the jaw. That was it. One hit and I just let the rest of my emotions get the best of me, I kept lashing out on Kenny. The anger I had about what he said, how the bitch dumped me for a stupid reason, how Clyde couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. I had done a lot of damage to Kenny, his nose was pouring blood and so was his mouth. He had managed to hit me a few times, enough to give me a black eye and cause my nose to bleed. The only reason I stopped is because Token threw me into the seat and Kenny stood up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. I had a glare plastered on my face and once the bus stopped at the next stop, I got off. God damn. Fuck those stupid ass kids. I hated that school anyway. I walked to Stark's Pond and sat down on the bench, wiping my nose on my sleeve. I didn't care anymore. I let my emotions show, and I was more pissed at myself than anyone else.
I pulled out my cigarettes and light one up, putting it to my lips and taking a long drag before blowing out smoke rings. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back against the bench. I don't know what the hell I am doing anymore. I skip school more often than not. Sometimes, I just wanted to run off and get away from this town. Nothing good ever happens in South Park. I sigh and look up as I hear footsteps approaching. Who else but Kenny would appear in front of me? I keep my attention on the pond and try to ignore him, taking a long drag from the cigarette.
"So, I guess I'm sorry about what happened. I was being a dick." Kenny sat himself down beside me and I glanced at him as I blew out the smoke.
I didn't say anything. I didn't feel like talking to the kid I just got in a fight with. Especially since he got on my last nerve. I could tell he felt awkward, but it's his own damn fault. Who the hell says that to someone then expects to have their apology accepted? A dumbass, that's who.
"I know we have never gotten along, and I know you hate me and my friends and I can't change that but I am sorry. I've just been going through some things and am used to being picked on, I guess I thought I could pick on someone for once. I mean, I was a fucking asshole. You don't have to accept my apology, hell, I don't expect you to.. but, I mean... If you ever wanna talk, I'm here." He was gripping his orange parka with both hands and his gaze was locked on the snow beneath his feet. He seemed genuine, so I sighed. I didn't want to accept his apology, but I hated him least in his group of friends.
"It's fine. I don't really care. I let my emotions get the best of me. Don't worry about me McCormick." I had turned my gaze to face him fully, he still seemed upset. I knew he had a shitty life, so I guess it's not his fault. He goes through so much shit, I guess he has to take it out on someone. I shrug and pull out my pack of cigarettes, holding it out to him.
"Thanks..." Kenny took one and lit it before taking a long drag and I slipped the pack and lighter in my pocket. This is the kid I just beat the shit out of and we are sitting here like nothing happened. I guess it could be worse. Then, Kenny looked at me. "Craig, I know we aren't friends but my friends never take me serious, except Kyle, but... I have issues at home. I think that's why I fucked with you. I feel weak as hell at home, and I wanted to be the strong one for once. I'm fucking sorry. Seriously."
"Kenny, I said it's fine. I was having a shitty day." I kept my gaze on him, his blue eyes locked with mine. I grazed over his features and took in every detail. He had a few freckles on his cheeks, messy hair and a slender frame. He was actually pretty cute. I blink at my own thoughts. The fuck, Tucker? I shake my head and look to the pond.
"Thanks, um... I was actually wanting to be friends with you actually. I can't say we won't fight again though. We are both smartasses, so we are gonna bleed a lot together." He let out a weak chuckle. Seriously, he was willing to befriend a guy he knew he would just fight with? Is he really that desperate? I get he doesn't have a lot of friends either, but that just seems like a death wish.
Whatever his reasoning, I just nod and hesitatingly pat his shoulder as I stared at the pond. It was starting to snow and whenever flakes hit the surface, small ripples danced along the surface. Kenny and I sat in welcomed silence, the two of us just relaxing into the new, weird, friendship. What could go wrong?
A/N: I'm sorry if this sucks, I'm not used to first person, but it worked best in first. ;;. I'm going to try to work on it and probably edit this once I get better.
