A/N- I was having trouble with writing other things, so I figured I'd start something new. Let me know what you think and if I should keep going.

I look at my watch for what felt like the thousandth time. It was 5:12, two minutes after the last time I had checked. Stan was supposed to drive me home today. His girlfriend, Wendy, is in the school musical and she had rehearsal after class. Stan said he wanted to watch it for a little while. He promised it would only take half an hour. It had now been almost two hours.

I'm not even sure why I'm still waiting. He's probably fucking Wendy in the prop closet. It takes about fifteen minutes to drive home from here, so it would probably take about an hour and half to walk. I could be home right now. But no, Wendy's too fucking important.

I mean, I don't mind that he hangs out with her all the time. Sometimes it feels like he has no time for me anymore, and that sucks. For the most part, though, I get it, you know. He's caught up in the romance and he wants to hang out with her. I don't mind. As long as he tells me. I hate when he does this, though. When we make plans, and he just bails for his girlfriend. It's such a dick move. He should at least warn me.

Whenever they break up, he constantly talks about what a bitch she is, how all he needs are his friends anyway. Then they get back together, and he just says don't worry, it'll be different this time. And it never fucking is.

I check my watch again. Five fourteen. It's always the same story with Stan. He never comes through. I don't have another way to get back home, and he knows that. He knows that I'm just sitting around waiting for him. But he's with Wendy and I'm out here and it's fucking cold.

And now it has started snowing. Fucking fantastic.

In addition to the snow, I notice something else. I can smell cigarette smoke and I couldn't before. I turn and I notice a familiar figure, with messy blond hair and an orange hoodie.

"Hey, man," Kenny says with a wide grin. "What are you still doing here?"

"Ken!" I say, smiling back. "Where've you been, dude?"

I give him the usual guy hug. Stan, Cartman, Butters and I didn't hang out all that much with Kenny anymore. After middle school, we kind of drifted a bit. He hangs around mostly with Craig, Clyde and Tweek now. I guess he and Craig got really close when summer when Stan and I were away and Cartman was being a tool as usual and Butters was following Cartman around like a lost puppy.

Nevertheless, I'm happy to see him. He seems to periodically disappear. Sometimes, he's just gone for a couple days. Other times, it's a few weeks. No one ever really goes looking for him because he always comes back. This time, he had been gone for two full months.

He just shrugs in response. "Oh, you know. Just hanging out."

"Well, it's good to see you!" I say, clapping him on the back. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, we should catch up sometime," he replies, taking a drag from his cigarette.

Before I can respond, my phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from Stan.

sorry, man, I'll be done in like thirty minutes, I swear

I sigh loudly and run my fingers through my hair. Yeah, it was supposed to only take thirty minutes in the first place. And now it'll take two and a half hours. That asshole. It's freezing cold- fucking snowing, and he's still hanging out with his girlfriend.

"Dude, whats going on?" Kenny asks.

"Fucking Stan and his stupid girlfriend. We were supposed to leave two hours ago. I really gotta stop carpooling with that guy." I clench and unclench my fists. As if I didn't have enough issues with my temper, Stan always needs to test my patience.

Ken laughs. "Yeah, that sounds like him. Need a ride home?"

I glance at my phone. I don't want to wait another half hour. "Yeah, thanks."

Kenny leads me to his car, which is a broken down and rusted old thing. It barely looks safe to drive. I'm not sure how much I want to get in, but I do. I already agreed to this after all.

As we start driving, I start to regret accepting the offer. Kenny's driving is erratic and unsafe. He does nothing but speed, he brakes too fast, and the car makes a weird, inconsistent buzzing sound. I'm not convinced I'm going to survive this. He swerves so much, and mountain roads in snow aren't a good place to practice reckless driving.

"Ken, you want to maybe slow down?" I ask cautiously.

"Nah," he says. "This is way more fun."

With that, he takes a fast and unnecessarily sharp turn, and I almost hit my head. I end up grabbing the door and holding on for dear life. He takes another turn and I'm thrown against the window.

"Jesus Christ, Ken!"

He just grins, almost giddy. Just as it feels like this car ride will never end, he brakes suddenly and slows to a reasonable speed. I notice that we're in downtown South Park.

"Want to grab some food? I'm pretty hungry," Ken asks, not looking at the road even a little. He seems to be searching for a place to eat.

"Sure," I say. "If I can stomach it."

He laughs. "You're such a wimp. I was barely speeding."

I scoff, but don't comment further. We end up hanging out at the shitty diner, the only place it seems like Kenny can afford, for a while. I get three texts from Stan.

where are you man? I'm in the parking lot.

dude, I've been waiting ten minutes- are you even here?

I'm leaving in five minutes, if you still need a ride

I don't respond to any of them.