It was hard to keep focus as the night grew dark, the small desk lamp that was beside him barely able to illuminate even half the room. Leaning back in his chair Kyle let out a deep breath, dropping his pencil and letting it roll across his study book. Looking off to his right his eyes barely caught the time before he rolled his head back. 11:43. He was tired of the school work but it was the only thing keeping him awake. It was all for Kenny's sake, he told himself. But Kenny was supposed to have been there two hours ago and Kyle was near giving up what hope there was the boy would come. He could hear the wind howling against the window, blowing against the house in such gusts it could almost feign knocks or footsteps. Kyle hated to admit it but those sounds scared him at night.
Two minutes passed by and he finally pulled himself upright in the chair, rolling it away from where he was working and dragging himself over to the window. Fidgeting with the cord he pulled the blinds up and pressed his face to the glass to look down at his own yard. The snow layered over the old, the yard free of any sign that someone had walked through it and Kyle knew that it proved Kenny was not out there. "Five more minutes." He murmured to himself, looking at the clock as it read 11:45.
Another two minutes passed and, again, Kyle pressed against the window to peek. As expected though, there was nothing new to see. Sighing he pulled away and headed over to his bed, grabbing the throw blanket from the top of it and wrapping himself up as a chill worked its way down his spine. Sitting at the edge of the bed he looked down at the floor, wriggling his toes into the carpet as he kept sneaking glances at the clock. No matter how many times he looked at it though, only a minute would pass.
11:49. Falling back into his bed he huffed and rolled onto his side, bringing his legs up and curling into a ball. There was only a minute left and yet Kenny still hadn't come. Silently Kyle was feeling a bit hurt, noting that if the blond didn't want to spend the night he could have simply told him. With an angry frown set on his face he closed his eyes and slowly fell into sleep.
And for another night Kyle falls asleep thinking more and more that Kenny hates him. And for another night nobody will even know that Kenny is out there in the cold, frozen and dead, as he tries desperately to make it through the snow storms that frequent the town of South Park. And the hatred that Kenny holds for his curse, or blessing, grows a little bit more with every weak glance Kyle gives the next day.