I gasped, his lips moved over my neck. If I wasn't pulled so closely to him I would've dropped, I let my head fall back as he continued up the tender skin. I was aware he could probably feel my racing pulse as his lips skimmed my jugular, his hands slipped under the hem of my shirt caressing the small of my back with cool digits. One of my hands was gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. Our lips met once again, his tongue slipping back into my mouth as he explored, his thumbs rubbed my hips, I suddenly felt something pressing into my stomach-

"K-kenny!" I gasped, reluctantly breaking the kiss "W-we need to stop", I said quietly, seeing the hurt in his eyes I placed another lingering kiss on his lips. "I don't want to, but we should", my lips curved downward at the edges when I saw the lingering offended look behind Kenny's short nod.

"Okay", he said simply, removing his hands from my waist and stepped back. Immediately I missed them.

"It's just Ike is upstairs and we can't", I choked out "He'd tell my Mom straight away if he found out", Kenny seemed to be avoiding my pleading eyes, glancing around the hallway awkwardly. I bit my swollen lips and tugged at the edges of my hat.

"I hate this", Kenny muttered almost inaudibly. The severe pain in his expression pierced me as he turned away, running a hand through his blonde hair. I reached out, but my hand faltered. I looked at the floor; there were a tense few moments.

"You hate being with me?" I asked in a tiny, trembling voice. I was not going to let myself cry in front of him, not a chance. My teeth dug painfully into my bottom lip, the space behind my eyes hurt like hell. I was not going to cry.

"No Kyle", Kenny spun around, his fists clenched, anger mixed with sorrow burned in his eyes. I cowered; I could've sworn he was going to hit me. The way he let his head drop after that practically broke my heart in two, he stared at his hands as they unfurled, red half moon shapes were dug into his palm. I stared at him in the half light of the hallway in my house; he looked like he was going to break in to tiny pieces. I felt like I was going to fall apart. "What I fucking hate about this", he stepped closer to me, his head raising as he pulled me into a passionate kiss, he broke it abruptly leaving me dizzy. "Is that you feel nothing", my eyes opened wide, tears pooling at the edges. "You do this every time Stan gets back together with Wendy. I fucking hate it!".

"B-but Kenny-", he cut me off.

"Don't even try to deny it! I'm a warm bed to crawl back to when Stan's with Testaburger. I make you feel wanted, that's all I do", he spits at me the venom trying and failing to drown out how absolutely destroyed he felt.

"Kenny, p-please!" I try. But once again Kenny was having none of it.

"What?" he glared at me, "Are you even going to say NO to that!? I know you Kyle, I know you don't lie", I hadn't known what I was going to say, but either way, now it didn't matter. Kenny ran a hand through his hair, heaving a shuddery sigh. He suddenly looked a lot older than 16, as if an invisible weight on his shoulders was aging him early. Earlier on he'd mention that Kevin hadn't come back yesterday night, his cell was off and all Kenny had wanted to do was get his mind off his brother. Kenny's parents hadn't noticed, but he sure had. He spilled his guts to me, saying how he'd waited up sitting in his own small bed, staring at his brother's empty one. I could just imagine him with his blanket cocooned around him, his back pressed against the cold wall. I boldly moved up against him, kissing him on the mouth. There was no response from him, I gripped on to the front of his parka willing him to kiss me back.

"Kenny! Don't do this!" he knew that I wasn't going to declare my undying love at the bottom of my staircase, I knew it too. I just wanted to keep feeling wanted.

"Kyle. No matter how much I want you to want me, as much as I want you, it's all a fucking lie. I'm not going to lie to myself anymore." His face was forced into a look of disgust, he pulled on his ancient and ruined brown boots for some reason I didn't move.

"Goodbye Kyle", he shut the door quietly behind him. I want to say 'the silence was deafening' but all I could hear were Ike's screams of "DIE, DIE, DIE!" and explosions from his stupid video game. I want to say that I broke down crying before I sprinted up the snowy street barefoot after Kenny, embracing him in the freezing night air. I didn't because life isn't a motherfucking fairytale.

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I crank out crap like this alot, enjoy/reveiw/fave

Its only a stupid drabble...