'I'd trade everything for you,
Just name your price.
I'll give everything,
Just because.
My fears are irrelevant,
Cause I have to take care of yours.
My feelings don't matter,
You are my priority.
If I could have one thing,
Put simply...;
It would be you.'

'Fuck,' Raven thought, 'Why the hell does this keep happening? Everything I try to fucking write comes out all whiney and fuckin' emo. I don't even know who this is about!'
Except, he did know. He simply didn't want to admit it. With a groan, he flipped to the next page in his notebook and prepared to write something else, something he could share with the goth kids.

'When you let the darkness in your soul,
You see the world for what it is.
In the dark,
You can be sure.
It may suffocate you,
but it won't betray you.'

There. That was better. He grimaced, still not like his usual quality. He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, digging his cigs out of his pocket and lighting one. After the first drag, he got up and opened the window, slumping down to rest his elbows on the sill and gaze out at the snow covered ground.
So many years had passed.
He flicked ash out the windown.
Sixteen now, he had grown significantly, he was around 5'8 now. He was lean, slightly muscled, but not buff. His black hair sometimes hung down into his eyes just barely, but he still generally wore his black hat. He worked odd jobs around South Park to pay for his type of clothes because his mom refused to spend that much on the clothes he preferred to wear. He didn't mind, he was thinking about getting a proper part-time job.
He dressed primarily in Tripp pants and different goth or dark band shirts.

He could remember still, hanging out with Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. What good friends they used to be. Sometimes, it made him a little sad. His cynicism though, was too much for Kyle especially. The goth kids..., his new friends, they didn't mind, they actually generally agreed with him.
He sighed smoke, flicking ash again.
As much as he missed his old friends, he knew he couldn't go back to them. He was..., too dark to fit in with them anymore. Kenny though, he still spoke with him on occassion, it was nice of him. He really spoke to everyone, so it wasn't like he was making a special exception or anything.

He wandered over to his computer and opened iTunes, selecting 'Day of the Dead' by Hollywood Undead, cranking the volume before wandering back over to the window.
Softly, he sang along mostly to Danny's part, eventually sitting on the floor with his ciggarette hand out the window.

Next, Medicine also by Hollywood Undead began to play. He chuckled, blowing smoke from his nose, a trick Michael had taught him.

He sang along to that, a little louder, a grin on his face. His phone buzzed at him, just once, so it was probably a text. He dug it out of his pocket, and sure enough, it was. From Pete.
Time to leave it seemed. He stood and went to his computer, closing everything and turning it off. He grabbed his notebook and iPod, putting his earbuds into his ears and turning it on, before he left his room.

His mom started to say something to him, he saw her, but she just turned around. His expression softened for a moment, he didn't want to hurt her. He knew a lot of his actions did, but..., he was just being himself. He looked away, the words to another poem starting to come. As he stood and waited for Michael to pick him up, he began writing, pulling a pencil from one of his pockets.

'I swear,
to whatever gods there are,
I'm only trying to do my best.
I didn't ask for this,
Just know,
I do love you.'

He groaned, fucking emo shit again.
Maybe I should be an emo then. He snickered to himself.
Just then, Michael pulled up.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he smirked, climbing into the backseat with Henrietta and Firckle.

"Right," Firckle rolled his eyes.

Stan flipped him off with a grin.

He grabbed his crotch in response.

Raven wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Firckle just pointed.
"Ew! Gross guys!" Henrietta screeched.

"Mm, c'mon, you know you'd love to see us doing it."

"Shuddup."

Raven and Firckle just grinned at each other. Henrietta was a lesbian, but for some reason, she really, Really dug gay guys. And yeah, they were gay. Raven had struggled with it for a long time, but Michael had told him it didn't change anything. Henrietta agreed, and Firckle, well he kissed him.
They weren't together, but they were slightly more than friends. Pete was also gay, he had been the first one to come out, of them anyway. The real first person they all knew to come out, had been Butters, back in grade eight. The second person, was Kenny, who was bisexual.

They were heading into their junior year of highschool. Except for Firckle, he was going to eighth grade.

"C'mon man, share the tunes," Pete turned around, passing Raven the AUX cord.

He took out his earbuds and plugged the cord into his iPod, cranking the volume and pressing play.
Ghost by Hollywood Undead began to play.

Together, they all quietly sang along, taking the role of the voice who closely matched their own.

He kept it on Hollywood Undead so they could continue doing that. Michael drove somewhat aimlessly, not that there were many places one could drive in South Park anyway.

Eventually, Michael asked, "So..., where are we going anyway?"

"Graveyard?"

"Nah, it's too early," he replied as he stopped at a red light.

"Let's get coffee," Raven suggested.

The others nodded along with his suggestion and they went to Tweek Bros, because at least there, they didn't get yelled at to buy something other than coffee.
They got a table near the back, sending Pete to get the coffees. As they awaited his return, they each got out their notebooks.

Once he rejoined them, they began sharing their latest works.
Firckle shared a picture he had drawn, it was a graveyard, lightning lighting the dark sky, and unmarked, plain headstones stretched in all directions.

Raven shared his second poem, the only non-emo one.
"Fucking dark," Firckle commented.

"And yours wasn't?"

Firckle just grinned at him, taking a drink of his coffee. He sipped his own, hoping it had cooled some.

So they just sat there, observing the people that came and went. And Tweek, who stood behind the counter, twitching as usual. Not for the first time, Raven contemplating going and flirting with him, maybe taking him home. He thought about it, but he knew it would be wrong of him. Tweek wasn't the blond he wanted. Not even close really. He was about the same height, complexion, body type, and very, very sexual, but he wasn't the same person. He wasn't the one hisheart ached for.
Fuck, with the emo shit again.

His grip tightened on his coffee cup, Firckle noticed, laying his hand on Raven's thigh. He glanced at him, his eyes cold. This didn't deter him though, he just offered a small smile, as if he understood. Hell, maybe he did, he had always been pretty secretive, as if he knew more than the ever let on.
He was kind of like Kenny that way...
Raven turned his thoughts from those things and focused on what Michael and Pete were talking about. Maybe he would take Firckle home, gods know the little fuck had tried and been trying for years now. It wasn't that he didn't like him, he just didn't want to use him like that. He respected him too much.
Maybe tonight though, maybe it would be different.

He wound up taking Firckle home, nobody questioned it or said anything. He simply called to his mom as he went upstairs that his friend was staying over. He didn't bother sticking around to hear her reply. He just jogged up the stairs with Firckle close behind.
It was late and he didn't feel like being awake anymore, so he shed his Tripps and shirt, leaving him in his boxers. He felt Firckle's eyes on him. He laid in the bed as Firckle shucked his own jeans and shirt, climbing into the bed next to him. He rolled over so he was facing the older teen.

Raven knew the unasked question, but neglected to answer, instead, closing his eyes and pulling the sheet over himself. He thought he heard Firckle sigh, but couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, the younger curled up next to him, beneath the sheet.
It wasn't what either of them wanted, but it was something...