I know, I know. I shouldn't have taken such a huge break. It's just that my life outside of writing has been hectic, and I haven't had time to write every day. But I'm starting back up with that now. I'm determined to finish this damn challenge, even though I've kind of failed it. But I'm still determined. So without further ado, here is the heavily belated Day 17 of the 100 Day Drabble Challenge.


Wind mussed up Craig Tucker's already tousled hair as he sped down the open road with his window open. He had one hand on the steering wheel, a cigarette held in the other. In the passenger seat next to him was none other than Kenny McCormick, talking Craig's ear off like there was no tomorrow. It was all background noise in the raven-haired boy's head. Everything was tuned out as his dark blue eyes drank in the long desert road ahead of him.

"Craig...Craig...Craig!" Kenny pulled his boyfriend out of his stupor with a sharp bite to the neck.

Craig clapped a hand over the red mark and gave the blond an irritated glance. "Did you just bite me?"

Kenny crossed his arms and huffed. "Yes, yes I did. You haven't been paying attention to me for the last two hours." Then he let his arms fall. His head tilted to the side and his voice gained a softer tone. "What're you thinking so hard about?"

There was silence for a few minutes. Kenny continued to stare at Craig, who continued to stare at the road. Eventually, he opened his mouth. "I guess I was just thinking about the road."

His boyfriend arched an eyebrow. "You were thinking about the road," he deadpanned.

Craig's dark eyes narrowed. "Yes, I was thinking about the fucking road." He let another silence fall before continuing. "I dunno. I know it sounds stupid, but I was. It seems to go on forever, you know? And I don't know how to feel about that. Like, I know it doesn't matter what I think about it. The road's not gonna change for me. But knowing that there's something that seems to be infinity...it's strange."

Kenny nodded thoughtfully and looked out at the road as well. Dusk was falling, turning the sky pink. The scene was picturesque. "If there's something I can tell you," he began carefully, "it's that infinity isn't all it's cracked up to be." He could feel a pair of dark blue eyes trained on him, but no elaboration followed. And that's how they rode out the night, in a comfortable silence that was filled with cigarette smoke and shapeless thoughts.