1: Where Did the Party Go?

Kenny McCormick stood outside Token Black's house, listening to the party taking place inside. He had just stepped out to get some fresh air from the stuffy party atmosphere, and his friends constant teasing about how the girl he had been seeing last school year had shown up hanging on the arm of another guy. He took a drink from his Solo cup, wincing slightly as the alcohol burned his throat, he was already pretty drunk, but Kenny supposes that's what happens when the only thing you have to eat all day is a Poptart and a hamburger from McDonald's.

He sighed and sat down on the corner of the rock wall near the side deck to enjoy his drink in peace before he returned to the party where, in his absence multiple thing could have happened. A) Stan would be complaining about Wendy or B) Cartman would be complaining about how none of the girls were paying attention to him or C) they would both still be making fun of him. Any of those options led him to decide that he was better off hanging outside the house for a little bit until Stan started making out with Wendy again or Cartman finally decided to revert to his usual, "Screw you guys. I'm going home!" schtick.

So, Kenny sat there on that rock just biding his time, enjoying his drink, thinking about all the people he had seen at the party. He had been surprised to see Craig Tucker indulging in party activities such as beer pong and some card drinking games, Kenny had never seen him at a party before so he has caught his attention. That's when Kenny had noticed that Craig was surprisingly attractive and he had never noticed before, which was unusual because Kenny knew of all of the attractive people in South Park. Then, the sliding door to the deck opened and all of a sudden Kenny was eavesdropping what seemed like a very private conversation involving the very person he was just thinking about. Because Kenny was positioned around the corner the two individuals on the deck were oblivious to Kenny's existence, so Kenny couldn't help but listen, even though he knew he probably shouldn't.

"Craig, p-p-please, you've had plenty to drink, ngh I think you should st-stop," Tweek said in his usual jittery voice.

"Fuck off Tweek," came the expected nasally tone from Craig, though Kenny could hear the slur from the alcohol coating his words. This was interesting, but Kenny couldn't help but think how wrong it was for him to be listening, but they weren't exactly whispering either.

"Craig, ngh I'm still your friend! I-I still care about you and you drank a lot of a-alcohol!" Kenny could tell just by Tweek's voice he was practically pulling his hair out.

"But you're not still my friend, and I told you not to come here and you did, so why would I listen to you about the alcohol?" Craig was really snapping at Tweek, so Kenny decided to peek around the corner and saw Craig alternating between a whole bottle of vodka and a cigarette in his hand, he was leaning on the deck rail, his back to Kenny. Tweek was pacing back and forth in front of the dark haired boy.

"They're my friends too Craig!" Tweek shouted.

"They were, Tweek, before you decided to go and cheat on me with Bebe, of all people! What happened Tweek? I would have thought cheating would have been too much pressure! Especially having sex with a girl when we barely have sex because you say it's too much pressure!" Craig shouted in return.

Kenny couldn't believe what he was hearing. The golden gay couple since fourth grade have broken up?!

"I've told you it wasn't like that ngh, but I said I was sorry and now you're just being an asshole."

Craig held up his middle finger and Tweek went back inside, slamming the sliding door. Kenny stood up, and despite knowing he shouldn't, went back into the house, dodging his annoying friends (Cartman was trying to chat up Heidi by bribing her with the weed Kenny had sold him earlier, and Stan was sloppily making out with Wendy on the couch). He went through the kitchen, and found another bottle of vodka, and quietly went through the sliding door to the deck where Craig was still sitting. Why he suddenly decided he wanted to approach Craig, especially after what he just heard, was almost beyond him, but Kenny knew it was not a sudden interest, but a strong curiosity about a very attractive, very stoic , dark haired boy.

"Go away," Craig said without looking at his new company on the deck, lifting the vodka bottle to his mouth, finishing it off without even a shudder.

"Can't a guy get some fresh air for a minute?" Kenny responded, pulling out his own cigarette and lighting it. Craig finally looked at him.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else," Craig mumbled, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

Kenny slowly moved toward Craig, sipping from his own bottle of vodka, though definitely not as heavily as Craig had been. He really brought it out here as a peace offering so Craig wouldn't kick the shit out of him. "Drink?" he offered.

"Sure, though, I am very drunk." Craig grabbed the bottle and took a small mp. "Mmmm, peach?" he tried to hand it back to Kenny but he missed and it slipped between the two and the quarter full bottle of peach vodka landed on its neck and shattered onto wooden deck. "Fuck!" Craig yelled and fell to his knees barely missing the glass.

Kenny couldn't believe he was seeing Craig in this state, he could tell he was trying hard not to cry. "It's okay, it was just some cheap vodka." Kenny picked up the large pieces of glass, the smaller ones had fallen through the slats in the deck, making the clean up easier than he had anticipated.

"It's not the vodka." Craig mumbled quietly.

"You want to talk about it?" Kenny offered, fully expecting the response to be in the form of a middle finger.

"No," Craig replied quietly. "I don't even know why I'm here. My friends obviously have decided they like Tweek better than me."

Kenny couldn't believe Craig was actually talking to him. Although the two were often friendly, he knew Craig's hatred of Stan, Kyle and especially Cartman. He had gotten himself into this situation, however, and now he would feel bad if he ditched the downtrodden boy. Besides, he had nothing better to do. "Why do you think that?"

Craig was looking angrier the longer he was on his knees on the deck, like he was about to seriously injure himself trying to punch through the floorboards. Kenny was ready to pounce to stop the boy from hurting himself but that never came to be because Clyde suddenly slid open the door and walked over to the two boys. "Craig," he said lifting Craig to his feet. "Let's get you home." Clyde was also drunk, Kenny noticed, but he was a good friend who was always looking out for Craig as much as Craig might hate it.

All Craig did in response was nod and follow Clyde around the side of the house to where all the cars were parked. Kenny followed them, unsure if he should just ignore it and go back inside, but he didn't think it was a great idea for either one of them to drive, so he followed.

"Fuck my car is completely blocked in," Clyde moaned.

"Mine's not," Kenny spoke up. Although he could barely afford a meal, Kenny had saved all of his summer job money for the past two years and finally bought himself a beat up old Buick Century. It was a tank and very useful when he was trying to keep Cartman away from himself, Kyle and Stan, because it had a bench front seat.

"Do you mind?" Clyde asked. Kenny responded with a shake of his head. Despite being able pretty drunk before, the glass shattering and witnessing the breakdown of a boy he barely knew mostly sobered him up. He was at least okay for the drive two streets away to get to Craig's, getting to his house all the way across town was likely a different story.

Clyde directed Craig to Kenny's car, he let himself be led, eyes closed most of the time. Kenny wondered how much of that first vodka bottle had been completely consumed by only him. Craig silently climbed into the passenger seat with help from Clyde and sat, looking straight ahead. Kenny waved Clyde off back to the party, and sat in the driver's seat. He put the key in the ignition but didn't start the car. He was feeling a little more drunk than he thought and wanted to wait a few minutes before driving. He knew he could survive dying but he was pretty sure Craig couldn't.

"We aren't moving?" Craig asked after a few minutes of silence.

"We will be, this car is old I have to let it warm up a bit first," Kenny lied.

"Only in Colorado would a car have to warn up in the summer," Craig burst out into uncharacteristic laughter. His nasally tone mixing with a hearty laugh, Kenny was surprised at how melodic it sounded.

"Are you okay?" He asked after Craig stopped laughing, and Kenny decided he was fine enough to drive and slowly started easing his way down Token's driveway.

"Fine," came Craig's short reply.

Kenny was not used to driving people around who didn't talk his ear off. Usually it was a girl he had just hooked up with or Cartman who was the only one of his 'friends' without a car. He wanted Craig to talk to him, but Kenny was a little off put by the fact that Craig didn't seem to want to. That never happened to Kenny. Usually people would spill all their deep dark secrets and emotions to him just because he was a good listener, must have come from years hiding his mouth behind an orange hood, people just got the impression he didn't have much to say.

"Angry." Craig said after they had already driven halfway to his house.

"Huh?" Kenny replied. He had been concentrating on driving and Craig's delayed response caught him off guard.

"Please don't tell anyone this," he started, "usually I can control my emotions, but I'm just so fucking angry." Craig balled his hands into a fist, and although Kenny could tell it was the alcohol talking, you know what they say, inhibitions are lowered and the truth usually appears when one is drunk. "Turn here," he pointed to the upcoming street, Kenny followed his direction.

"Who are you angry at?" Kenny asked as he scanned the street looking for Craig's house.

"Tweek, Bebe, me, my parents, everything," Craig responded, "Here it is." They pulled into his driveway.

"You can talk to me Craig," Kenny said, turning the car off.

"Why?"

Kenny shrugged and that was the honest answer.

"I'll kill you if anyone finds out anything I say to you." Kenny shrugged again. "I don't even know why I want to tell you. There's just something about you that makes me want to spill my guts." Kenny shrugged once again, silently hoping it wasn't because he had similar features to Tweek with his hair color and size. "Ken," Craig breathed, his words seeming to catch in his throat.

"We don't have to talk." Kenny offered up, turning to look at the dark haired boy.

And then Craig kissed him.

A/N: So this is my first time writing South Park FanFiction and I'm fairly new to the show. Hope this is okay, more to come.