The best kind of friend is the kind that's always there for you. They're always around and willing to come to your aid no matter what the circumstance. Kenny and Craig's friendship was like that, even though neither of them would admit it out loud. The two were best friends yet polar opposites. Craig was often grumpy, stand-offish, rude and above all a complete and total asshole. He was also known to be unreadable most of the time, giving no hint whatsoever as to how he was feeling or what he was thinking. It was things like that that drove Kenny nuts about him. It was irritating to have a one-sided conversation meant to be a meaningful one with Kenny spilling out his heart and soul and Craig just leaned back, his old canvas sneakers crossed on Kenny's old coffee table and his arms folded over his chest, the smell of weed more often then not in the air. He'd just nod as if he was listening but Kenny always knew that he wasn't. Kenny on the other hand was energetic, witty but not book smart (He had dropped out of high school at 16) and had a rather twisted sense of humor. He was known to be a pervert and very knowledgable in the area of sex, much to
Craig's irritation. Kenny never let it slide that Craig was a virgin and brought the topic up at least once every time they hung out. Kenny was obnoxious and it drove Craig crazy. The blonde just never sat still and often had something vulgar or otherwise humiliating to say.

But they were friends. Best friends. The very best friends.

Kenny drove down the street, the pale fingers of one of his hands wrapped around the torn material of his steering wheel. The other arm was occupied by the window, hanging out lazily or drumming against the rusty metal beyond his window. Craig growled in irritation. "Can you cut that out... its irritating." He droned, fixing his sharp, steeley eyes on the radio before changing stations obnoxiously, totally dicking around with the stereo. Kenny's blue eyes flicked to Craig's black-polished hand before he reached over and slapped it.

"You cut that out." He scolded. "This truck is old. You're gonna break it." It was true the truck was old. It was probably about Kenny's age, 18 or so and it was a miracle it ran at all. The old, red, rusty thing sputtered and coughed everywhere it went, a clear sign it was on its way to its grave anyway without Craig fucking around with it. Kenny was very protective of his truck. It was one of the only possessions he owned other than his psp and the classic orange parka he adorned himself with everyday, regardless of how much it ticked Craig off that he never cleaned it. Craig was somewhat of a germaphobe.

Craig paused for a moment, looking at him with an empty expression before slowly leaning forward, his eyes still locked on him, reaching forward in an obviously mocking motion and then slamming his palm all over the buttons, creating disembodied voices, screeching and static. Kenny scowled at him, watching the raven torture him. "Oh my fucking God. I. Will. Pull. Over. Right fucking now, Tucker. I'm not even playing." He felt like slapping him in the face this time.

Craig smirked just a bit and then his face returned to its static expression as the raven leaned back in his seat, looking out the window. Kenny let out an indignant huff and glanced at him before looking back at the road. Craig had left the station on some slow song. It sounded old, probably dating around the 70's or so. Kenny couldn't help but snort at the song choice. "Really, Craig?"

"You told me to stop. I stopped. It's your fault. I was just trying to find a good station." The dark-haired boy yawned in boredom.

"Good station my ass. You always fuck around with my stereo when we're in the car. Don't play cute." The blonde rolled his angelic eyes.

"That's 'cause I know it pisses you off. It amuses me to see you mad." Craig snickered.

"You're a dick, Craig." Kenny huffed.

"You're a dick." he retorted unoriginally.

Kenny scoffed and flipped the steering wheel wildly, causing the truck to screech and swerve into a corn field. The blonde laughed giddily as stalk upon stalk hit the windshield. Craig on the other hand was terrified and clutching the seat like a frightened kitty cat. Kenny beamed and looked over at Craig.

"I hope you don't mind the detour~..." Kenny purred slyly, narrowing his light eyes so that his eyelashes hooded them.

Craig grumbled. "Detour. Fucking idiot..." The blue-clad boy eased back into his seat and just watched corn slap the glass before his face, becoming steadily more irritated as stalks, shoots and corn shot into the open window and onto him or his lap. "Kenny...what the fuck..."

"Just be patient. This is a short cut, trust me..." Kenny assured him.

"This is illegal."

"Since when have you cared about something being legal?" Kenny snorted in amusement.

"I'm just saying you're a fucking idiot."

"I'm a fucking genius, okay."

"Okay. If we live, you're a genius. If we die. We're dead."

"Wow Sherlock, how'd you come to that conclusion? Need to lay off the weed?-"

Craig shoved him. "Shut up. Do you want to die, McCormick..?"

Kenny stared at him, bewildered. He maintained that expression for a moment before it phased into a calm one. "We won't die, Craig. Because we can't die."

Craig blinked in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about...?"

Kenny didn't reply. They reached the end of the corn field and emerged in a long grassy one. It stretched a long way before stopping at the foot of a wide, crystal lake that seemed to stretch forever, the horizon dipping into it. Craig blinked and took in the scenery as they drove, looking out the window at the corn field and then the lake. It was pretty nice. Kenny had decided a trip to the lake was important for whatever reason. Craig really didn't get him sometimes.

Kenny stopped the truck which heaved, sputtered and then wheezed, turning off. Kenny grinned and popped his rusty door open, hopping onto the grass and taking in a huge, exaggerated breath of air before exhaling obnoxiously, much to Craig's irritation. The older boy got out as well and pocketed his lanky hands, breathing calmly. It was pretty nice out here anyway. The air was brisk and refreshing and not too cold. Craig walked to the bank of the lake and squatted, sticking his hand in the ice cold water and sloshing it around a bit experimentally. Well skinny dipping was out of the
question. Not that he'd intended for that to happen or anything anyway.

Kenny dug in his pockets and retrieved a pack of smokes, taking one from the package and setting it in his lips. "...Light me up..?" He asked quietly, setting his baby blues on the taller of them.

Craig pulled a lighter from his sweater and lit Kenny's cigarette for him. "..Can I bum one of those actually?" He held out his hand, expecting to receive one.

Kenny handed him a cigarette and took a nice, long drag from his own, looking out over the lake. "That's the one thing you're good for." He said quietly.

"..What?" Craig snorted, smoking his own cigarette now, relieved.

Kenny half-laughed. "You're my smoking buddy. We smoke cigarettes together...pot together..we even drink together. Like. I can't do that with Kyle and Stan they're all 'STRAIGHT EDGE' now...tch." He blew a puff of smoke out, watching the wisp turn and then billow into the crisp wind.

"Glad to know I'm good for something, McCormick." Craig rolled his icy eyes. Moron. That was just the thing about them though. They were best friends but neither of them was anywhere near willing to admit it.