My Reality.

(a/n) This will be one of I don't know how many mini stories of Crenny. Yes, I am a Crenny trash, bite me. Anyways enjoy. Also, there will be naughty words and some offensive words, but that's the real world, babes, sadly.

"Look! It's Kenny the fucking bitch!" The halls roared with laughter and disgraceful talking. You'd think that elementary kids were accepting of everyone, only to grow up into hateful people. It makes me sad more than anything. I feel bad for how much hate they have in their hearts to do this to me. There are times I get shoved into the bathrooms, doors locked as they beat the ever living shit out of me. I would feel close to dying, but I suffer through the pain of living. Other times, I get trapped into the lockers until the halls are empty and I kick down the doors. I wait for it to be empty so that I don't deal with them anymore. Despite their insults being public, their physical beatings are done privately. My accepting friends know nothing about my daily beatings and never question it since my body is always covered by clothing. I want to keep it that way. I don't want them to find this out; About my secret, my tortures I live through. Not only do I die every so often, but I get my ass kicked? Thanks, big guy. And all this for what? For kissing a guy once. Poor dude moved towns.

Unlike me, he couldn't do it anymore.
Unlike me, he pushed me away and tried to deny what happened.
Unlike me, he bottled up his true self to blend in with others.
Unlike me, he joined the bullying.
Unlike him, I resumed my life and didn't move away.

It's ironic though. They call me fag, yet they say such things like:
"You gonna suck my cock now?"
"You gonna jerk off to me, fag?"
And more, as if they want me to do those things. Who's the real fag now?

"Jesus fuck, Kenny. You look like a zombie." Kyle pointed out as I can barely focus on what's happening.

"Am zombie.." I muttered out in a broken sentence, dozing off.

"When was the last time you slept well?" Stan asks, moving my plate of food away before my face slammed against the table.

"Hhhn.. in womb..." I close my eyes, unable to feel the pain in my head after slamming it.

"Kenny, you're making me feel fucking tired. Get sleep you poor piece of shit." Eric commented.

"Are you unable to sleep because of what people say about you?" Kyle asks worriedly.

"Nah," I start. "They're really funny." I lifted my head, yawning. "Ya know, I might just take your advice, fat ass."

Stan patted my shoulder. "Aight, bet. I have the keys to the gym closet since I have to set up for practice later. Ill unlock it and you take a good fat nap."

"Stan, I will literally marry you right now." I tiredly spoke, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah yeah, let's hurry and get you in there before anyone goes in the gym."

I nod, all of us following Stan into the gym as he unlocks the gym closet. We all go in, closing it behind and hung around for a while.

"Use the wrestling mat as a bed."

"Oh nooo.. I'll get turned on from the smell of boy sweat on it." I sarcastically say, earning laughs from them.

"Homophobes say the most stupidest shit ever." Kyle chuckles out.

"I can actually hear Tony saying that." Stan includes, sighing out.

"As if that asshole didn't suck cock to be team captain." Eric snickers.

I started to doze off, being worn out from always arriving home late and doing homework late. Also, waking up at 5:30 is a pain since I can't take the bus anymore for some reason. I would literally get like, 2 hours of sleep everyday. The bell rung, signaling for my friends to get up and leave for next class.

"Take that fat nap, Ken. I'll wake you up when I come back after last class ends. Relax, will ya?" Stan nods at me as I nod in respond and lay back on the mattress. I instantly felt myself go into a deep sleep, dreaming of all sorts of things. Work, school, stupid familiar faces I hate. I hear a knock as I surprisingly woke up from it. My eyes felt heavy, seeing the door open up and in comes a silhouette as the door closes. My vision will still fucked up, not adjusting to my surrounds.

"Oh my fucking-!" I heard the voice jolt out, looking up at the person in front of me. "Kenny? The fuck you doing in here?"

"Tucker?" I tilt my head. "I should be asking you that."

"I come here to skip this class." He responds. "And you?"

"Sleepy." I fall back onto the mat, feeling him lay next to me. I sit up quickly, snapping me to be a bit more awake.

"What?" He gives me a monotonic response.

"Oh? You're okay lying next to a fag?"

"What the fuck? Who the fuck cares?"

"Oh. Wait, wait." I see him open his eyes and stare at me. "You're not with those other guys?"

"What the hell are you talking about McCormick?" He sighs out frustrated.

"Hunter and them." I yawn again.

"You mean the guys who pick on you?" Craig closes his eyes again.

"Yeah?"

"Why would I be? My best friend is gay."

"Tweek?"

"Who else?"

I lay back down, eyes getting heavier. "Aight then. Wake me up when schools.. done.."

I doze off again, quickly getting into a deep sleep.

"McCormick." I felt a poke on my face. "Hey, school's about to end."

"Hhhhh five more minutes." I groan out, rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

"Hey, uh." He begins. "Hunter and them.. do they fuck with you? Like other than spout shit at you.."

"Hm." I close my eyes, still sitting up. "No..? Why?"

"Why do you have a purple eye? I can see your neck slightly. Those aren't hickeys, those are bruises."

"Same difference." I shrug. "I'm fine, though, really. I just get clumsy."

"You get clumsy.. and fall on your eye and chest. Yeah, okay." He grabs my shoulder and pins me down under him as I wince from touching some of the 'hickeys'. "Are you getting your ass beat? By who?"

"Mind your fucking business, Tucker." I struggle to get out of his grip. "Get off! Before you get called out as gay and just have this whole thing turn to me!"

"And so what if I get called gay? Is there a problem about that?"

I pause for a second. "N-No. nothing wrong with that. But queer-hating bastards think otherwise. Look, I don't want you-"

"To get hurt? Why? How do you know I'll get hurt? Are you getting hurt?"

"Its none of your business!" I squirm around.

"So I'm right, huh? Tell me their fucking names, McCormick."

"Kenny?" I hear Stan's voice at the other end of the closet. Just as I was going to respond, Craig covered my mouth, pinning down my arms and legs.

"Dude he probably left already." Kyle's voice ringed out. "Remember? He always leaves early last class so he can go to work."

I remembered my strict job schedule, struggling more to escape Craig's grip.

"Well, then let's goo! I don't want to stay in this shit school any longer!" Eric rose his voice, hearing my friends' voices die down and door close.

Craig finally uncovered my mouth and I went to yelling. "What the fuck, Craig?! I'm missing work because of you! I'm gonna get fired!"

"Tell me their names."

Why was he so consistent about this?

"Why do YOU care?" I didn't have enough energy to squirm anymore. He stared at me as if I was stupid.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No?!"

He pulled on my sweater collar, sitting me up and kissed my cheek. "Obvious?"

I felt the surprise sweep over me as well as my face growing warm. "Wh.. huh..?!"

"I'm in love with you, crackhead."

My face reddened, pushing him off and getting up quickly. "Since when?! What the hell?!"

"Uh." He pulled himself up and dusted off. "Since I found out you kissed Coven."

"That was freshman year."

"Then, since then."

"?" I gave him a shocked look. "Why? Why are you telling me now? Why did that make you like me?!"

"I got so mad that you kissed him. I thought I was a homophobe for feeling that way, but I was literally in a gay relationship with Tweek. I was so confused and hated just you. But then I realized I was jealous. So I guess I liked you. I didn't tell you before because I will still debating if I liked you, or Coven. But I hardly know Coven so I actually like you."
I couldn't wrap my head around this situation. No matter how hard I try to believe Craig likes me, it dies down into fantasy.

"Did someone tell you to say this? Is Hunter and those guys out there, waiting for me?" I warn, backing away.

"Kenny, why the fuck would I go to the trouble of kissing you and calling out on you."

"Because that's what stupid homophobes do! They will literally fuck you and beat you up later saying something like 'you like that don't you fag?' And shit!"

"Well, I'm not stupid." He came closer, his face moving towards mine as I backed slightly away. Though, my efforts did nothing as I felt Craig's lips softly touch mine, pulling away slightly, then going back in. I gripped onto his shoulders as he moved closer to deepen the soft kiss.
This is Coven all over again.
He confessed to me.
He kissed me.
The minute I did it back, we were caught.
We went through hell.
He abandoned me.
He joined their team.
He was part of the problem.
He moved away as his way of making things right.
I felt my face grow wet, realizing that I was crying pathetically. Why cry now? I didn't cry when I got my ass beat everyday. I didn't cry when Coven left me. Why now? I see Craig pull away, giving me a slight expression of wonder. "I.. sorry. I didn't know you didn't like me this much-"

"Are you gonna abandon me too? Are you gonna regret this later?" I attempted to dry my tears but they kept flowing out. "Are you gonna move away too?"

I felt his hands tightening on my shoulders, pulling me into an embrace as he rubbed my back. "Where does Coven live now?"

. . .

A knock was heard at the peaceful home, a boy in brown shirt opens the door to reveal another in front of him, wearing a mask.

"Uh.. very funny, purge idiot." He rolls his eyes.

The masked figure throws a punch at the boy, sending him into the floor. The boy, in shock from pain, stares up at the figure in fear as the figure lifts him from his collar and head bumps him down. He flips the boy off and walks out, taking the bike away and riding off.

"Mooom!" The boy cries out, finally able to talk as his mouth bled.

"What happened Coven?" A woman's voice hurriedly came in.

"Some dick just hit me!"

. . .

"I'm your responsibility now, asshole." I mutter out, looking over at Craig as he was repainting his bike.

"I know. I'll take care of you. You're mine."

"That's not what I meant." I sat on the floor beside him, both in his garage. "I lost my job because of you!"

"At least now you can sleep more." He monotonically said, not turning his attention to me. "Why do you have a job anyways?"

"Are you really asking me that?" I questioned. "My old man and mom barely make anything and they spend that cash on weed and shit. I have to care for Karen since Kevin went to military school."

"Karen and Tricia are friends, right?"

"Uh.. yeah..?"

"Then why don't you and Karen crash at our place. I'll tell my parents the situation and I'm sure they'll take care of you til we're off to college."

I glance at his face, seeing him look over at me and give a small smile. "Karen will sleep with Tricia, and you can sleep with me."

I blush slightly, turning my head away. "Our parents are gonna suspect something. I mean, I know they don't care, but sometimes they do. They're so.. confusing. I know my mom would probably consider it, but my dad would think they can handle it themselves."

"My parents will talk to them. If not, I'm sneaking you guys out. You can eat with us, use our bathroom and showers, and shit like that."

I stayed silent. Maybe this is a good idea? Karen could be in a better environment, have better hygiene.. maybe I should listen to him.

"So, about us.." He breaks my thoughts.

"There's no us." I respond grumpily.

"So you go and kiss other boys like this? I'm jealous."

"I don't."

"Then?"

I rub my arms nervously. "Look, dude. I don't wanna involve you in anything."

"I'm not gonna pull a Coven, Ken. Trust me."

I see him finish the paint job, sitting back to let it dry and look over at me. He stands up, closing the garage door as the room became gradually darker.

"Wait what are you-"

I felt hands touch my shoulders, hot breath coming closer to my face and a pair of lips touch mine. I couldn't see anything in the dark, making it feel more weird, but.. good? Oh fuck do I have a blindfold kink? They pull away, coming back and started kissing my cheek and made their way down to my neck. I tried to push him away, but my body became weaker and weaker, tingling at his touch. A moan escaped my lips as I quickly covered it and pushed him away.

"E-Enough!"

Why am I the bottom?! If anything, Craig should be reacting like this! I heard rummaging and the lights flickered on, revealing his devious smile. "What did I hear just now?"

"Go fuck yourself, prick." I clenched my fists, hearing him laugh and come towards me again. I back away slowly, but he pulls me in for another embrace. "Please, Kenny. Just tell me where you got those bruises."

"Its not serious." I struggle to say, forgetting all about those asses.

"That's it. I'm sticking by your side all the time now. If I see that nothing happens, then I'll drop it. The second I see someone even raise their fist at you, I'm beating the fuck out of them."

"Whatever, macho guy." I brush off, but deep down felt moved. He's the first to ever notice something isn't right. I mean, I could easily tell someone, but what would that make me look? Ugh. I tell Karen to tell an adult if she ever gets bullied and here I am doing the opposite. How pathetic am I?

Entering the halls, I expected an insult right off the bat, but there was nothing. Instead, I see looks and whispers about me being around Craig. We weren't holding hands or anything, but i guess it was still strange. The relaxing moment didn't last though, as Hunter and those guys stopped in front of us.

"Look! The fag called a bodyguard." They laughed, earning laughs from the silent students behind us. "Don't worry, queer, I wont leave out your boyfriend."

I gave off an annoyed expression, glancing over to see Craig's reaction, only to see him with a blushed, awed face as he mouthed, 'boyfriend.' He snaps out of it from the sound of the bell, letting those guys leave with smug looks on their face.

"See ya Craig." I motion a wave as he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a kiss. I pushed him away, looking around nervously to see the halls were empty.

"Relax." Craig patted my head and walked the opposite direction.

I continued to make my way to class, thinking over everything. I realize it now, but I remember everyone having this idea that I was a school whore in elementary. I mean, yeah, I liked porn and whatever, but that didn't mean I would fuck anyone. I just liked porn. So thinking about it now, this is the most times I've ever kissed anyone. People, myself included, would assume I would be the one giving them out with no hesitation, but I'm receiving them instead. The power bottom Craig is being top! No way! Just as I was about to reach the corner, one of Hunter's buddies stopped me. Ben. He grabs me by my hood, pulling me into an empty classroom and throws me onto the floor.

"Looks like little queer has no boyfriend 'round here." He grabs my face and lifts it up towards him. "And here I was, thinking there's no reason to beat you anymore. You really are a fag." Ben pulls me into a rough, disgusting kiss as I punch his face from me. "What? You don't like it?! Oh, you kiss Fucker's but not mine, huh? I thought you were gay!" He punches my stomach, knocking the wind from me and goes for my face. I feel myself nearly blacking out until he lifts me up and slams me into a desk. "You're gonna take it, McCormick."

I felt so weak. My vision blurry and mouth leaking blood out. However, my stupid petty ass muttered out, "who's the.. fag.. now..?"

I heard him growl, giving me another punch as I lay back, unable to move my body. The sound of zipping was heard as my heart dropped, feeling his hands go towards my pants to bring them down. No way. No fucking way. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I started to doze off. I heard the door breaking open, followed by voices. Ben's hands came off from my pants and I see another silhouette lift me into their arms and take me out of the classroom. My head falls to the side, vision becoming a bit clearer as I see Ben on the floor, hands between his legs as his nose was bloody. I look up to see Craig's murderous eyes stare straight ahead. My eyes could no longer keep open, finally closing as everything became black.

***
"Kenny."

I stand in the dark, staring at the small area in front of me.

"Kenny."

I clenched my fists.

"Kenny."

"What?" I finally responded.

"It's time to go, Kenneth."

"Like hell I am." I drop to the floor, punching the ground repeatedly until a ray of light shone through. I stomped the ground beneath me, shattering as I fell through.
***

"Kenny..?" I weakly open my eyes, my head throbbing painfully as I sat up slowly. My eyes adjusted to the dim lights, looking over to see Craig and my friends.

"Thank god you're not dead." Kyle lets out in relief.

"Craig told us everything.. surprisingly.." Stan trailed off but shook his head. "Why didn't you tell us this was happening to you?"

I stare at my hands in front of me, heart aching. "I didn't think.. it would matter." I die all the fucking time and they never remember. It never mattered. I assumed it was going to be the same for this situation.

"Matter? You were almost raped, Kenny! That fucking matters!" He rose his voice as Kyle calmed him down.

I glance over at Craig, still having his murderous eyes, but soften when I made eye contact with him. I let out a small chuckle.

"I told you homophobes are stupid.."

"Never doubted you." He gave me a faint smile.

"Kenny, as much as I don't want to get involved, you HAVE to tell us everyone who ever beat your ass. I wanna kick some ass." Eric popped his knuckles.

"No." I shook my head, earning frustrated looks. "Not until I recover. I want to kick ass too." Their expressions changed to determination as they all nodded. No more weak shit Kenny. I'm making sure Hunter eats his fucking teeth.

"Jesus Christ, Kenny..!" My mom jumped slightly from my fucked up face. "The hell happened to you..?!"

"Got hit with the ball." I lazily lied.

"A ball did that?" She raised an eyebrow. "Be careful next time. It really messed your face up bad."

"Mom." I stopped her. "Craig... he uh.. offered me and Karen to live with them."

"Live with them? Why?"

"Well.. I mean.. you won't have to worry about feeding us and stuff. They're not gonna adopt us or whatever, but like.. just stay there to have better utilities."

"You tired of being poor, Kenny?" My mom sits on the couch and I sit beside her.

"Its not that." I fiddle with my thumbs. "I worry about Karen not getting enough food, having better showers, and living environment. I.. I got fired from my job."

She gives me a defeated look. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry for being a shitty mother. If only I could do better and move into something nicer."

I give her a smile. "You've done the best you can."

She patted my head. "Alright son, I'll make a deal. You can temporarily move in with them as long as you come here at least once everyday. I'll try... quitting drugs... and working on being a real parent. I'll encourage your dad too."

My face brightened up. "I'll count on you." I grinned.

I knocked on the door, seeing it open and reveal Craig's mother. "Oh, hello Kenny and Karen. Come in." She lets us inside.

"Hello Mrs. Tucker." We both greeted her.

"Craig and Tricia are up in their rooms. I'll come by later to set up a mattress for you Karen. Kenny, I'm sure Craig has a mattress under his bed for you."

"Thank you Mrs." We smile and head up the stairs.

"So.. we're living here now?" Karen whispers to me.

"Hmm.. kinda?" I shrug. I grab her shoulders and give her a smile. "Ask Tricia if you can shower. You brought your pajamas and extra clothes, right?"

"Yeah I did." She nods and giggles. "Come on, Ken, I'm not a baby."

"Right right." I let her go. "Have fun..! Goodnight."

"Night Ken..!" She goes into Tricia's room, both greeting each other happily. I walk the opposite way, knocking on Craig's door. I hear footsteps and his door opens, giving me a smile. "Welcome home, honey." I push him aside, both chuckling as I set my things down.

"Let me use your shower, yeah?"

"Already? Damn." He points to his bathroom. "Enjoy."

"I will." I go inside, stripping from my clothes and stare at myself in the mirror. My body was covered in purple and blue. My eye was still purple, but not as dark as before. I took the bandages off my face and tossed them away, going inside the shower. I missed the warmth of water since all we've ever had was freezing cold water. I smelled his shampoos and never felt cleaner in my life. I hear a knock, followed by a 'let me shower with you please'.

"Fuck off, Tucker..!" I said back, rinsing the bubbles away and finished up my relaxing shower. I changed into a large shirt and boxers which was usually my sleep wear and left the bathroom. Craig was sitting on his bed, playing some small game, then tossed it aside.

"How was it?"

"Heaven." I dried my hair slightly, sitting beside him. "Thanks.. for taking us in like this."

"Of course." He placed his hand on mine. "Though, it was kind of an excuse for you to come sleep here with me."

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking down as I held his hand. "Yeah, yeah.. I knew that."

He turns my head towards him, giving me a soft smile and kisses me gently. I give in slowly, returning the sweet gesture until my mind started to wonder elsewhere. I pull away, feeling my heart ache slightly.

"Why aren't you disgusted by me? Are.. are you sure you're... are you just toying me..?"

"Never." Craig kisses me again. "If you're disgusting, then so am I." He lifts my chin and kisses me again. "I'm most definitely sure I love you." Another kiss. "I will never toy with your feelings. I'm not associated with Hunter and them." A kiss. "This may sound fucked up, but I'm glad Coven left you. Because now, you're mine. Mine to love." Kiss. My heart felt full, pouring from my eyes as he held me tightly. "There there."

"This.. has to be a dream." I whisper, rubbing my eyes. "No way am I really with you."

"Believe it." He plants a kiss on my forehead. "I'm yours." I smile, nodding as I tackle him into another hug. After a while, we drifted off to sleep, our breathing becoming our lullaby.

This..
Has..
To..
Be..
A dream.

I sit up quickly, panting slightly as I look around my surroundings. Gym supplies, equipment, sport balls. It was dark and cold. I look over at my side, Craig being already gone. My empty eyes stared at the mat where he was, feeling defeated by my 'too-good-to-be-true' dream. Of course it was a dream.
In reality, Craig never confessed to me.
In reality, I never shared my secret.
In reality, I was still getting my ass beat.
In reality, no one knows about it and carry on with their lives.

"Kenny, it's time for you to go." Stan opens up the door as I get up and drag my feet over. "How was your- whoa hey, were you crying?"

I touch my moist cheeks, rubbing them dry and shake my head. "Come on, Stan, would a guy like me cry over sleeping on the floor?"

"Hmm probably." He shrugs as we both chuckle.

"Thanks, Stan." I pat his shoulder, grabbing my stuff and headed out the door into the bright gym. My body felt heavy, like my heart was weighing it down. I pass by Craig who stared at me.

"Whoops. Forgot to wake you up, dude. Sorry. You looked so relaxed." He spoke monotonically.

"It's cool, don't sweat on it." I replied, forcing a smile. "See ya." I walk out the gym, seeing the empty hallways call out to me as the doors to the outside world awaited me. Opening them, I see the familiar groups who despise me so.

"There you are, McFag! I was wondering if you left without us." They all snicker. I stare blankly at them, clenching my fist as I see them come closer to surround me.

In reality, I'm nothing but a poor, gay, hated kid.

(a/n) Haha whoops, gotem. Don't ya just love angst? I might wanna add more to this one-shot (if enough complaints are in lol) but for now, we get a reality check. More to come soon, I guess.