Kenny looks at Craig as if he were some kind of dumbass. Because it seemed like it with the way he popped up from the side of his bed and nearly gave him a mini fucking heart attack just now. As if that was something more he needed to add on to his list of dumbest ways to die.

What was Craig even doing there anyways? Kenny wonders, because it didn't seem like he was looking for anything at all to him. Kenny had the smallest inkling forming in the back of his mind, that Craig was actually trying to avoid him. Although not to sure why that would be exactly, seeing as they usually got along with one another.

Kenny runs his tongue over the small gap in his teeth when he sees Craig stare at it after offering a small smile and recalls how on the first week of high school, Craig whipped a book at his face. That's right, whipped, not toss, not chuck, fucking whipped it at him for laughing at the fact he had to wear such nerdy glasses now along with his braces. After Craig ninja shuriken starred that book at his face, Kenny made a mental note not to make fun of Craig's glasses again... At least not while he's holding anything that could cause him any severe head trauma in his hands, cause then it was fair game.

After Kenny suggest they should get to work on the project, Craig heads over to his computer desk while Kenny sets down his backpack and takes a seat on the end of his bed and looks around. He had been in Craig's house a few times before, with their usual groups of separate friends. Even though the two of them got along alright, their friends from one another's groups, didn't always mesh well. This had actually been the first real time it had been just himself in Craig's room. And also the first time he was able to get a proper look at it. It was painted blue, although a few little chips from what he guessed furniture hitting the wall showed it used to be a shade of green before. There was also what looked like tape remnants stuck on various parts of the wall where posters seemed to be before, and new ones taking there places elsewhere. There were at least two or three star stickers stuck on the ceiling in one corner, a T.V, some shelves, a closet, and a dark blue stripped comforter on his bed.

Craig's room was pretty organized for the most part, unlike with his own messy and disheveled one back home. Although there was one small section of his room that was a bit messy due to a peculiar cage on a small table, resting about a foot off the ground, that had a small sleeping rodent staying hidden in a hut from him. Kenny vaguely wonders what number that one is, due to Craig's not so great track record of past pets. Although the question is answered when he sees a '7' written on the corner of it's food dish. Maybe this one will turn out to be lucky then, although it seemed unlikely, but who knew.

"Alright," Craig says as his computer loads up. "What should we do this project on? We need to pick something."

"I don't know, what do you think?" Kenny asks back.

"Hmmm, well it needs to be a display of energy of some sort. So what if we do like a rocket?"

"You mean like the type with baking soda and vinegar?"

"Yeah."

"That's lame."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Craig asks flatly.

"We should do a volcano!" Kenny replies.

Craig looks at him for a long moment in silence, unimpressed. "And you said my idea was lame?"

"It is!"

"Doesn't that also use baking soda and vinegar as well?"

"Yeah, but it's still cooler than your rocket idea."

"A volcano is something you would do for a 5th grade science fair."

"Well what do you think we should do then mister, 'I'm too old for exploding volcanoes, but not dumb plastic bottles that get launched in to the air about a foot or two'?!"

"At least my idea has something projectile in to the air, and not fizzling out and dying the moment it goes over it's papier-mâché container." Craig says monotonous. "Besides, I don't think a volcano would fit the theme we need to do. We need it to be on energy that powers something. Like a light bulb, or makeshift stuff, like a mini windmill, something that needs an alternative power source for them."

"It does though! It powers a volcano!"

Craig let's out a sigh and looks at his computer screen, "Let's just see if we can find something online that we can agree on."

"Yeah, sure whatever." Kenny shrugs.

Although he still couldn't understand why Craig wouldn't want to do his much more cooler idea, he agreed that they should both look for something online to do.

"So you got called to the office again today huh?" Craig asks while typing away, "What did you do this time?"

Kenny makes an expression like Craig just said the most offensive thing in the world to him and places a hand over his chest. "This time? What makes you I was called down because I got in trouble? How do you know it wasn't just them wanting to tell me something?"

Craig glances at him unconvinced then looks back at the screen. "Then what was it for?"

There's a brief pause from Kenny before he replies. "They called me down because they thought I set off a stink bomb in the south hall."

Craig corks a brow at him, "Did you?"

"No." Kenny says and places his hands behind his head glancing off, "But even if I did, I don't see the big deal about it. It didn't harm anyone."

"I saw that Stan and Cartman made a bet."

"What?!" Kenny exclaims, quickly looking back at him and moving his hands away, "Those bastards!"

"Why are you getting worked up? I thought you did nothing?" Craig states.

Kenny freezes in place and slowly folds his arms, "I didn't," he says and looks off again.

"Mhmm." Craig hums, a faint smirk spreading across his mouth.

…

After a few hours of searching online for something and countless banter back and forth later. The two of them decided it's probably best to just call it a day for now and try again tomorrow.

"Well that was a waste of time," Craig monotones.

"Hey, I gave my thoughts on the ideas I thought would be good to do." Kenny retorts.

"I don't think doing a project on seeing how far you can catapult a bucket of nails to hit a watermelon is a good idea." Craig deadpans, "Or how burning a knife with a flamethrower to cut ice and see if steam will come out and fill up a balloon so you can pop it over someone's head is either." he adds, cutting Kenny off as he opens his mouth to object.

"Well I can tell you what we're not going to do still. That rocket!" Kenny states.

"I know. You've reiterated those words to me 12 times now."

"...You've been keeping track?" Kenny says blankly and Craig shrugs.

"Anyways, shouldn't you be heading home now or something? It's getting pretty late."

"Wow Craig, you're so subtle about wanting me to get out of your house. I couldn't even tell."

"I'm just tired man."

"I know, I was just kidding," Kenny laughs, "I actually should head off anyways, need to get home before..." he trails off.

"Before what?" Craig asks looking at him.

"It's nothing." Kenny smiles a bit and turns to leave, picking up his bag, "I'll see you later! Bye!" he adds before leaving Craig's room.

Craig looks at the doorway for a few more seconds, before turning back to his computer to shut it off. As Kenny leaves Craig's house, offering a small wave to Craig's sister who looks at him before leaving, he spots something next to the drive way. A red wagon with the words 'Red Racer' written on the side of it. He looks at it, wondering just how old that thing was since it had last been used. A distant memory plays in his head for a moment before he gets an idea from earlier that day. A slow, almost devious smile, crosses his face then and he walks over to it.