"Hey, Tucker."
"McCormick."
Sky blue eyes watch the stoic raven, glittering in amusement and mischief, "Everybody who's anybody is talking about you and Tweek." Kenny murmurs, walking in step with his self-proclaimed close friend, watching him curiously.
"Let them."
"They're sayin' your two are faggin' out to each other - not that anyone cares. I keep tryin' to tell them you guys are just best friends. No one ever listens."
"Don't bother."
Kenny was getting really annoyed by Craig's short responses. He continues watching Craig closely. The others stormy grey eyes were looking no where but forward, barely even acknowledging the fact that Kenny was right beside him, not even paying him any mind. Even though Kenny couldn't help but consider Craig his closest friend, hell, he practically loved the guy. He'd never been close to the other guys; Stan and Kyle were still super best friends, and he barely saw Eric anymore. But even so, he was sure that Craig didn't even see him in the same light. Which he was cool with. As long as him and Craig still hung out and got high together he still felt close to the other.
"Well - are you?" Kenny asks, raising a pierced brow in question, "Are you guys, like together?"
"No."
A small sigh of relief, "Do you... wanna be?"
"Yes."
A beat. Or lack thereof.
Kenny could feel his heart stop in his chest, his throat constrict, his mouth go dry. He looked over to Craig with wide blue eyes, "You love 'im?" He questions.
"...Yeah."
Craig keeps walking while Kenny stops. Those answers weren't what he wanted them to were the exact opposite. Craig wasn't supposed to be in love with that blond. He was supposed to harbor secret feelings for this one. The one standing right before him. Not Tweek, never Tweek. Kenny's wide eyes watch as Craig kept walking. Further and further away from him, leaving him behind...
"Kenny... Kenny... Wake up goddammit."
Blue eyes blink open and look into grey, "Oh, shit... Craig, sorry." He mutters, rubbing at his eyes tiredly, "Holy hell, bad dream." He mutters, glancing up as Craig blankly stares down at him before rolling his eyes.
"You should probably get home, McCormick. You know Tweek has to stay over tonight. With his parents going to that convention and all..." Craig drones in his deep, but still nasally monotone voice.
"Yeah..." Kenny says, standing from the couch and running his hand through messy blond hair, "Tell me if you two finally do the deed." He says, wiggling his eyebrows and giving Craig a smouldering look. He only gets a snort and a glare in return which he forces a laugh at. And he's sure that Craig can see through his act, can see through the fake happiness shining in his blue eyes.
Say something, Tucker... anything.
But he doesn't. He never does...
Kenny picks up his parka, sliding it over skinny arms. Walking over to the door he turns to Craig once more, "You love 'im, don't you, Tucker?"
Craig's sharp eyes look to Kenny, "Yes." He answers, giving Kenny an awkward look, "And... you love me, right?"
The McCormick laughs, turning away from Craig and towards the door so the other wouldn't see the tears forming in his eyes, "N-no way, dude. That's gross." he says, but his voice wavers considerably and he curses under his breath. He swears his knees almost gave out on him, too. Damn.
"Sorry Kenny." Craig says, which was weird because he never apologized. Ever. To anybody. "I'm... really sorry."
"Nothin' to be sorry about, dude." And he tries to choke out another laugh but it sounds more like a sob, "I-I'll leave now... bye/"
Walking out the door he bumps into a tall, jittery mess of a blond, "K-Kenny! Dude! Are you - gah - crying!?"
Kenny gives Tweek a teary smile, "Don't worry 'bout it, man... Craig's a waitin'."