A/N: Nothing much happens in this chapter, but I have a plan and I will get there eventually. :)
2: Alone Together
Kenny pulled away from Craig, "That is not quite what I meant," the blond said.
Craig flipped him off and cursed himself for getting the wrong impression. It didn't help that a) he was still drunk, b) Kenny had a bit of a reputation whether it be boys or girls and c) he was fucking horny, he always got horny when he was mad. So not only did he make a fool of himself by letting his emotions out of check around Kenny, he also probably scared the other boy off with his unwarranted advances.
Craig got out of the car, despite hearing Kenny's protesting "Wait!" and leaned against the car door, catching his balance from the sudden movement. He heard the driver's side door slam and Kenny appeared before him. Craig suddenly had the feeling he was going to puke, and like Stan had done to Wendy when they were younger, Craig Tucker puked on Kenny McCormick.
Craig's mind then became a blur, he vaguely remembers telling Kenny where their laundry things were and bringing him up to his room. But, when he woke up the next morning with a blond boy leaning on his chest, Craig temporarily forgot everything. This was how Tweek slept, the closeness of Craig calming him enough to send him into a restful slumber. Craig began absentmindedly running his fingers through the blond's hair, thinking about how he could get up to get an Advil and some water for his pounding headache without waking him up.
"Mmm, that feels nice Tucker," a voice that was not Tweek's emanated from the blond.
Craig asked, "Kenny?"
Kenny rolled over, he was wearing one of Craig's Red racer shirts and only his boxers. "The one and only." Kenny laughed, "Don't you remember last night?"
Craig thought hard, he remembered going to Token's last night with Clyde, he remembered seeing Tweek there, and he remembered drinking a lot.
"Don't worry pretty boy. I didn't touch you," Kenny scoffed and climbed out of the bed, pulling on a folded pair of jeans.
"Thanks," Craig muttered.
"For what?" he replied as he pulled on a black hoodie.
"Driving me home, staying with me." Craig said quietly.
"Don't mention it. Literally," Kenny said and left Craig's room, a couple minutes later he heard the loud engine of Kenny's car and heard him drive away. Craig was still laying in bed cradling his pounding headache when his little sister who's real name was Patricia but everyone called Ruby, violently opened his door.
"Please," Craig groaned putting his pillow on top of his head. He just needed to wallow in his miserable existence for a while and figure out what the hell had happened last night that ended with McCormick in his bed.
"You owe me," she said as she plopped herself on the end of the bed. "And you're lucky dad isn't home yet."
"Why?"
"First of all I had to help Kenny got his clothes washed because you puked on him and then you were too drunk to actually show him where the washer was, I found you trying to tell him to put his clothes in the dishwasher." Ruby smirked, Craig groaned. "And then if I hadn't called Dad this morning to tell him he should take a detour home from Grandpa's to bring us breakfast from our favorite diner he would have been home by now and ran into Kenny, who by the way is perfectly nice and you were a complete jerk to."
Craig took the pillow off his head, "How do you know he's so nice, maybe he just drove me home to get into my pants. I've heard the rumors!"
"'Cause I'm friends with Karen and we've all hung out together before. Kenny is super sweet, and yeah he's kind of been with a lot of people, but he has a good heart. He's always looking out for Karen and making sure she is safe and has enough to eat and gets new clothes and everything. I"m pretty sure he"s not the person who always leaves the morning after. Karen told me she think he's too nice and that's why he's been with so many people because he puts his whole heart into it and then those girls just want him for his body."
"Great, thanks for making me feel better Patricia!" he said sarcastically using her real name for emphasis.
"Whatever Craig, you were so fucked up last night after you puked on Kenny I'm pretty sure you called him Tweek a couple times. You're lucky he didn't just leave, instead of staying here to make sure you didn't vomit and choke on your own puke," with that she left Craig to wallow in his hangover until their dad arrived home, breakfast in tow.
Craig spent the rest of his day doing nothing until he decided his brain couldn't take thinking for itself for any longer, he needed a break from his little sister and his father who despite having a big heart was always asking Craig about Tweek even though he knew they broke up and Craig did not want to talk about it. So, Craig hopped on his bike and rode it into town to see a movie.
Kenny was bored, just as he always was when he was made to work the ticket booth. Although he had spent most of the day running the previous nights events through his head, that didn't exactly satiate his boredom. The longer he thought about a drunken Craig almost opening up about his feelings and then kissing him, the more he was intrigued.
He hadn't known why he was drawn to approaching him last night but now he was sucked in and thirsty to learn more. It also didn't hurt that he had been painfully single
all summer due to his limited time off and inability to bring anyone out on a proper expensive date. Many of his nights off were spent watching movies because he could get in for free.
So, with only a little under two hours left in his shift he saw Craig Tucker park his bike on the near by rack and approach the ticket booth. Kenny could tell he hadn't realized it was Kenny in the booth, or he would have said something, he was too busy looking down at his wallet.
"How's the hangover?" he mused, breaking Craig's concentration on his money.
Kenny could tell his voice had startled him because he looked up suddenly and his face was turning all red. "Hey," was the dark haired boy's response.
Kenny took no time in taking this opportunity that had been graciously handed him and printed off a ticket to a movie with about the same runtime as the time he had left in his shift. He handed it to Craig, "See this movie and then meet me by your bike."
Craig didn't protest, perhaps because he was too stunned by how forward Kenny was being. He handed Kenny the money for the ticket and proceeded into the theater. Now all Kenny had to do was wait, and waiting gave him plenty of time to plan what he wanted to do.
When Craig emerged from the theater, Kenny stood by his bike and waved at him, quickly lowering his hand when he realized Craig's shifty eyes looking for anyone else he knew. But there wasn't, and Craig went over to Kenny.
"Hey Tucker," Kenny said. "Wanna go on an adventure?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Alone, together?" Craig asked.
Kenny nodded.
Craig shrugged, "Sure," came his unexcited reply.
"Grab your bike we're taking my car." Kenny said and started walking to his car leaving Craig to bring his bike.
When Craig got in the front seat after stuffing his bike in the trunk he asked Kenny, "Where are we going?"
"Peru," Kenny said with a chuckle.
"Don't even joke about that!" Craig exclaimed with a horrified expression on his face, remember how horrible his last adventure including Kenny had been.
"Relax Tucker, we're just going to go to a place I usually like to keep secret, but you looked like you could use it too. It's a quiet place, I think not many people know about." he started to drive.
"Are you going to rape and kill me?" Craig, always the optimist asked.
"What?! No! Of course not, is my reputation really that bad?"
"No, I just don't know why you're suddenly so interested in me and showing me your secret quiet places."
"Maybe I thought you looked like you had nothing to do and you're the only person I've thought would enjoy me secret quiet place."
So, Kenny drove for about 15 more minutes, Craig didn't say anymore. They drove around Stark's Pond to the side filed with hiking trails people rarely used anymore. Kenny parked his car in the usual spot and turned off the ignition.
"This is where your spot is?" Craig asked incredulously, looking at the dirt parking lot and no view of anything,
"No, my secret place is a little bit of a walk so pull on your big boy Red Racer underwear and suck it up." Kenny smirked, he had seen Craig's Red Racer underwear the night before.
Craig gave him the middle finger but followed the blond haired boy into the woods anyway.
