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It's not that I didn't care,

It's that I didn't know.

And it's not what I didn't feel,

It's what I didn't show...

Kenny sat down on a nearby chair and drank more of his beer. He looked around at the party, and smiled. He was pleased that he could throw a party like this all by himself (well, Stan had actually planned most of it, but Kenny somehow kept forgetting to mention that part).

Kenny's self- absorbed thoughts were interupted by a sudden heaviness on his lap. He looked up to see his long- time girlfriend Mary sitting on his lap, winking at him.

"Hey, Ken." She purred, resting against him.

"Hey, babe." Kenny replied, waggling his eyebrows.

She let out a drunken giggle. "Let's go upstairs." She said, nibbling on his ear.

She didn't have to ask him twice.

They were up the stairs and in Kenny's and Stan's dormroom before someone could yell 'chug!'. Kenny shut the door and pushed Mary up against a wall, sucking on her neck. She sighed.

"Hey? Kenny are you in there? I gotta use the bathroom." Knocking and Stan's muffled voice were heard from the other side of the door, which the couple ignored.

The door flew open. "Sorry, I just gotta piss- whoah. Um, I guess I'll leave you guys alone." Stan said awkwardly as he proceeded to back up (well, more like stumble, as he was clearly just as drunk as the couple) out of the doorway.

One

Christy's P.O.V.

"Oh. My. God." My jaw dropped as soon as I set foot in the kitchen.

"Hey, Christy." Mary said cheerfully through a mouthful of macaroni and cheese. Macaroni and cheese. Mary hated macaroni and cheese. With a burning passion.

"Mary, are you eating macaroni and cheese?" I asked her carefully.

She nodded. "Yup."

"Um, are you feeling alright? Because I think I remember you saying once that you would never eat macaroni and cheese even if it was a life or death situation." I said, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged. "I'm feeling fine. And yeah, I know I used to hate it, but all of a sudden I like, really wanted it. Weird, huh?"

I nodded slowly. "Okay, whatever."

She continued to stuff her face full of macaroni.

Mary's P.O.V.

I wiped my mouth off as Christy let go of my hair.

"Damn, girl. I didn't know this whole time that it was macaroni and cheese that didn't agree with you." Christy said, smirking.

"No, it was never like that before. When I was a kid and my parents made me eat it, I would never throw up after having it." I said.

"Whatever. C'mon, we gotta get ready. You know what today is, right?" Christy asked, grinning.

I smiled. "Yes. It's the last day of school!"

"Hell yes!" Christy yelled, and I laughed.

Christy's P.O.V.

I plopped down on my bed, telling Mary the rest of the story that I had previously been texting her. "And then Alyssa was like, totally bitching at me 'cause Crystal likes Eric, too, and she's like 'It's so unfair because Eric knows I like him, but he doesn't know that she likes him, so things aren't like, awkward between at them at all.' And I was like 'Bitch, this isn't eighth grade anymore. Grow a pair.'" I complained to Mary.

Mary looked up from painting her toenails (she's already been in the dormroom for two whole hours; smart bitch thought ahead and signed up to get mostly morning classes so that she could have her nights be class- free) and raised her eyebrows. "Whoah. You actually said that?"

"No... but I thought it..." I mumbled.

"Wow. Alyssa can be a real bitch sometimes." Mary stated. I nodded in agreement.

"Wait a sec, I just gotta go to the bathroom." She said, getting up from her bed.

"Wait, it's not to throw up again, is it?" I asked, furrowing my brow in concern. I was worried about Mary, she'd been throwing up alot lately. I would think she was bulimic if she wasn't throwing up right in front of me and not sticking her finger down her throat.

"No, don't worry." She assured me. I breathed a sigh in relief.

She closed the door to the bathroom, and I took out my ipod, putting the headphones in. I scrolled through my playlist until I reached 'Push it' the Glee version.

Hey. Don't judge me. A: That song is freakin' hilarious, and B: Glee is the shit, man.

'nuff said.

Mary's P.O.V.

I checked the timer on my phone. Shit. Only four minutes and eighteen seconds had passed. I glared at the timer, willing it to speed up. Hurry up, damnitt. Five, four, three, two, one! Yes, finally!

I closed my eyes, even though I really needed to see for this task. I bit my lip nervously. Okay, Mary. It's now or never. I took a deep breath and picked it up, almost dropping it because my hands were shaking from nervousness.

I wasn't stupid. I had my suspiscions. I had been throwing up alot...

Anyway...

I held it up to eye- level (making sure it wasn't touching my face because, ew, that would be disguisting).

Okay, now I just need to open my eyes and see. Okay eyes, open. Open, damn you.

Before I opened my eyes I thought one more time about the different scenarios. Hmm, before I thought that there was only option that I would be okay with, but now that I thought about it more in- depth, I realized that there wasn't really one good and one bad option.

I weighed the pros and cons for both, and they were about even. Sure, there was one side that I was obviously leaning more towards one side, but the other side seemed pretty okay. Actually, they were about even.

It's like when you need to make a choice (even though this choice was out of my hands, well, not really. At least, not anymore) and you flip a coin to decide. But you stop yourself because you're afraid that'll land on one side and that you'll have to choose that option.

That was always the best way to figure out what side you were really on. And now I knew what side I was really on. Well, I knew before, but know I knew for sure.

I was about to say that I was positive, but hey, that wasn't the side I was on?

Oh, you'll get that inuendo in a little bit.

Okay, I was totally dancing around the subject here. I needed to hurry up, because Christy will probably have to use the bathroom soon, and what if she just came barging in and saw me like this? It would raise a few questions, to say the least.

Okay, I can do this. I took another deep breath and opened my eyes, looking at it. I breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness.

The two blue lines said it all. Negative. Just what I wanted.

Right?

I- am- in misery.

There ain't nobody who can com-fort me,

And why won't you answer me?

Your silence is slow-ly killin' me...

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-CC