"Oh… Gosh…" Karen muttered under her breath. Her heart kicked into full gear as she heard the voice of her true love outside her bedroom door. Kyle… But she noticed, as she sat herself up on her bed, that her door was half way open.

"EEKK!" she squealed and bolted towards the door. She slammed herself against it with such force that it sent off a loud BANG! Just then she heard footsteps.

"What was that, Kenny?" her Prince asked with a hint of worry in his words.

"Calm down dude, it was probably just my sister Karen being a little weirdo, no gunshot…" Kenny chuckled teasingly at the startled red head. Urgh, Kenny's gonna get it, thought Karen, puffing her cheeks out. But she couldn't help it. She knew she looked like utter crap, even without looking at a mirror. She heard the two boys walk into the room next hers, which was Kenny's. Quickly, she shot herself to her cracked lavender wall and pressed her ear eagerly against it. What a morning! This almost never happens all in one day. The walls were thin enough and hollow enough to allow Karen to hear everything that was going on the other room. But it was not always such an advantage. Sometimes she heard things in that room that she wished with all her heart that she would forget; like how Kenny- Well let's save that for another time. Her heart beat pounded in her ears and in her throat. Why was this so exciting?

"Dude, did Stan tell you already? Kyle asked.

"Yeah, I got a text. I just wish he would get his shit together," Kenny responded, clicking his tongue. What happened?

"But seriously, Wendy's such a phsyco bitch! Why is he still even with her?!" Kyle suddenly demanded roughly. It felt nice to hear him insult other girls to Karen. But why was he doing it?

"She probably won't let him break up with her or something…" concluded Kenny after a brief moment of silence.

"But did you see those scratch marks on him? It was like a fucking demon scratched him in his god damn sleep! They're both fucking crazy," said Kyle, obviously getting more riled up by the moment. Scratch marks? That's really weird… Poor Stan.

"Well… yeah… But that aside, what did you really want to talk to me about, Kyle?" Kenny asked quietly.

"Um… It's about Aster, I have to ask you something about her because I feel like you know something that I don't," puffed Kyle all in one breathe.

"I can't tell you anything Kyle, I'm sorry. I have no right to be talking about her personal business like that," Kenny responded coolly and fast.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Know you're just shoving it my face the fact that you know more than me about her!" Kyle accused rashly.

"I've seen the way you look at her! I know you like her too!" Kyle continued to rant, but everything had slipped into silence for Karen. She could feel something inside of her falling, falling and it was never coming back. Her hands felt tingly and she could barely breath, she was gasping too much. Somehow she had managed to return to her bed and just laid down there. She did not want to get up, ever. She did not want to resurface. Kyle took his leave just moment s afterwards, slamming the front door behind him. Of course, of course he already had someone he liked. It was perfectly reasonable. He wasn't hers. Yet, it seemed so absurd at the same time. All throughout her childhood Kyle had seemed like something she would grow into. That he was always going to be silently waiting for her. Has she deluded herself all this time?

Then thinking more rationally, how could she have ever believed she had a chance? She was the poor girl that everyone pitied and that everyone felt sorry for; the big poor crybaby who had a shitty life. Maybe this is why Ike didn't want to tell her anything anymore. That was nice of him, to spare her the hurt. But now she felt herself sinking and crashing. Hard.