It was a hot summer evening. Unusual for a town like South Park. Kenny was laying back in the bed of his old pickup truck staring up at the clouds as they rolled lazily on by. He hated this town, and all the memories it brought it him. Memories of living in poverty as a child with parents who constantly fought. Living with the kids in this town, and attending classes with them. Even now as an adult he viewed most of the people his age in the same light.
He let out a sigh and reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. People didn't get anywhere in this town, and if you stayed then nothing good would come of it. He envied those who had left to make careers for themselves. He was still here because he believed he had no purpose. That the best thing for him was to be here. He had no special talent or skill. Putting the rolled tobacco in his mouth he lit it and inhaled. He continued to watch the clouds when he felt the truck cave slightly under the weight of someone else. He moved to sit up, resting back on his elbows when he saw a certain red-head climbing into the bed beside him. He gave a faint smile around the cigarette before pulling it from his lips.
"Hey Kyle. Decided to come join me?" He asked, sitting up more and positioning himself so his knees curled up to his chest. The paler boy set beside Kenny and let out a sigh.
"Work was awful. This town is filled with so many stupid people." He replied, reaching over and taking the cigarette from Kenny and took a drag from it. Kenny stared blankly at him before taking it back
"The world is filled with dumb people, Kyle" He responded "And when did you decide to take up smoking?" He inquired, placing it back to his lips, looking expectantly at his friend.
"I didn't. I'm not. I just.." He sighed and ran a hand through his tight red curls. "I thought maybe a little smoke would help me calm down." He turned and smiled at Kenny. "It helps you when you're stressed, right?" Kenny just laughed.
"Yeah, but smoking doesn't suit you, Kyle. The bad boy look isn't your thing." Kyle pursed his lips and let out a huff. Kenny just put an arm around the boy's shoulders and pulled him closer. "What happened anyway? Did that douche Marcus go changing your schedule again?" He asked as he took another drag off the cigarette. Kyle leaned against the blond and shook his head.
"No, Deborah asked me to do an out of town job. It's in Denver. I was asked to go help with this case and-"
"You're going to Denver? That's at least a day's drive. Why there?" He interrupted, sitting up fully, his attention now on Kyle fully.
"Like I said, it's for a case. Look. I won't be that long, alright. Once it's done I'm coming straight home." Kenny sat a moment without saying anything. He knew it couldn't be helped. It was work. He fell back, laying in the truck bed once more.
"You gotta do what you gotta do." Came his reply, his eyes focusing on the clouds above. Kyle just shook his head. Kenny could be so childish sometimes. The read-head crawled over until he was straddling Kenny's lap, hands on either side of the blond's head and gave a smile.
"I'll be back. No worries." He leaned in and placed his lips against the others, which Kenny eagerly returned the gesture. He reached one hand up to tangle it in Kyle's hair while the other put the cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. Their tongues tangled against each other while Kenny now had both of his hands on Kyle's waist. Fingers slowly inching the other male's top upward. Kyle pulled back and sat upright, a sly grin on his face.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom instead?" He asked, climbing off Kenny and offering a hand. The blond nodded and grasped the outstretched hand before following his companion into the apartment.