Auhhhgh. I hate this first chapter but I needed to start it some how and this is all I could think of- /shot
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As the darkness of night had fallen over the small town, footsteps crunching in the freshly fallen snow was the only sound in the quiet streets. A teen, clad in orange was walking through the town as the snow fell lightly to the blanketed ground. The boy's face was hidden by his hood that blocked his blonde head from getting covered in the frozen water. Only the tip of his pixie-like nose and the ends of the soft strands of hair got any exposure. The flawless skin was interrupted by the usually warm lips, being dry and cracked. Redness and irritation grew on the teens cheeks from the icy wind that blew in his face.
The thin body walked until he reached a turn in the street, making a sharp left. On that corner, a family slept, not knowing the teen was aiming that house. The hooded boy walked up to the side of the house, where the roof dipped down, earlier than the other parts of the roof. He grabbed hold of the ivy that grew up the green paneled house. As he slowly climbed up, he noticed only one of the windows were lit. The window right above the roof panel he was trying to get up too. A small smile grew on the dry lips. Once he arrived up, he kept his hands and feet firmly on the shingles of the roof, not wanting to slid off and injure himself. The blonde then scurried up and sat right in front of the window, which was curtained and he couldn't see inside. Although, he could see a shadow of a figure sitting inside the room.
Taking off his brown glove that kept the warmth in, he raised his hand, clenched into a small fist, and he tapped lightly on the window. The shape inside started to move towards the window. A click came from the window, unlocking it. As the window started to open, a worried face, framed in curly red hair was staring at the orange hooded boy. Without saying anything, the other boy with curly hair grabbed the blonde and pulled him in. sitting him on the bed, the boy frantically shut the window and started to strip the other of his jacket. He threw it to the side and left him bare in a white dirty tee-shirt. He ran over to his closet, pulling out a large light blue blanket, the color of the pillows that sat neatly on the bed. He took the blanket and wrapped it around the others pale thin shoulders. The red haired boy then sat at his rolling computer chair, and brought it over so he sat directly at the blanketed boy.
"What are you doing at a time like this?!" He whispered through his teeth, not wanting to wake his parents and little brother.
The taller teen didn't answer, only causing the worried boy to get more agitated. His blank stare told him something was wrong.
"Kenny, I know something's up. Please tell me. You've never been this quiet since..." He stopped, looking at the blonde. "Look... you don't have to tell me, but I want you to know that I worry all the time for you."
The curly haired boy sighed as the teen was despondent and his blank stare never changed. He stood up, and wheeled the chair back to its home at the desk. "Ken, you can sleep in my bed... I want you to stay warm. I'll take the guest room. If you need anything, just come tell me alright? You can change into any of my pajama's..." He nodded towards the bureau that was right against the door on the right side.
As he walked out, the blonde finally gave a look of emotion. Pure sadness enveloped his entire face. Looking down, his blonde hair covered his face and small tear fell to the mint colored carpet. His shoulders shuddered and he rolled over, laying on the neat blankets and pillows. Closing his crystal blue eyes, Kenneth McCormick, fell asleep.