"What are you doing here?" An expressionless young teen greets me after knocking on his door several times.

"Now come on, that's no way to greet your best friend, Craigers!"

"Don't call me that dick face," he simply states before making an attempt to slam the door in my face. My foot, however, gets in the way of his plans.

"You really need to learn some manners, Craigers," I smirk at him, opening the door further and striding in. I make a beeline for his couch, where two PlayStation controllers are already set up, and fall backwards on it. "Could you get my a Coke?"

"Get it yourself," Craig frowns, kicking my legs off his spot and sitting down.

"I'm a guest, therefore you have to give me what I want."

"Not if said guest spends most of his time here anyway."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"I'll give you a kiss~"

"Fuck no."

Seeing as I wasn't going to change the stubborn boy's mind, I sigh in frustration and get up. "Gosh, making me walk all the way to the fridge. How cruel!"

"Yeah yeah, you're a big baby, we know. Now what was it you wanted to talk about?" Craig questions when I get back. I sit back down, this time resting my feet on the brunette's lap, earning me a middle finger.

"Oh right. That." I look away guilty, not mustering the strength to come out and say what I came to say. I practiced this in my head all night, so why can't I say it now? "Yeah never mind."

"Aw come on now. You can't spark my curiosity and then not tell me."

A few minutes pass before I speak up again. "….Fine." I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and force all my willpower to say, "I like Kyle!"

I look over to observe his reaction, fearing the worst. All I get is his usual stoic expression and a- is that a smirk? "Well it's about time you came to terms with your gayness. I swear I've never seen anyone as obvious as you are around Kyle."

"So you're okay with me being gay?"

"Duh. You're still the same loser as always, that's not gonna change just cause you're gay, " he snickers. I frown and punch him in the shoulder, but then grin back. I should have known Craig wouldn't care; he doesn't care about anything.

"Now that you know my deepest secret, Craig Tucker," I announce dramatically, "you must help me win over Kyle's heart and make him mine!"

"Dude, that's so gay."

I roll my eyes and continue. "I'm actually not sure if I should tell him. What if he rejects me? He seems like he could be interested, but then there's Stan of course, but you can like more than two people right? But what if he makes fun of me? I mean Kyle wouldn't do that, but he might pity me, which is just as worse. I'm not even sure if I really do like him. Like what if I'm confusing these feelings of friendship with feelings of love? Oh god did I say love? I can't possibly LOVE him that's way too far and what i-"

"KENNY!"

I shut up instantly at one look of Craig's irritated glare. "Sorry," I mutter, but snort at his expression. "You look ridiculous dude. Turn that frown upside down," I add, poking his check.

He slaps my hand away with a grunt. "First of all, I really couldn't care less about your pathetic love life. Secondly, it's obvious that Kyle likes you back, so stop being a pussy and tell him. Sure he likes Stan, but Stan's in high school, and a relationship with someone that you can see everyday is better than a relationship with someone you talk to occasionally on the phone."

"That doesn't sound like not caring, Craig."

"Do you want my fucking help or not?"

"Okay okay!"

"Here's what you're gonna do. Kenny, are you listening? Stop smirking and pay attention. You and Kyle are going to a stupid (It is not stupid!) play soon right? Well, tell him then."

"Ehhh. I think I'll pass."

"Kenny, if you don't do it, I am going to tell everybody I know about your little secret."

"Everybody you know? That's like, what, five people?"

"And I will also beat you up."

"Oh please, you can't beat me up."

"Can so."

"Nu uh."

"Wanna see?" and with that the little shithead tackles me to the ground. I squirm under him and try to kick him in the face, but he doesn't budge and has my arms pinned to my sides.

I notice our positions and wiggle my eyebrows at him. "Oooh Craig getting all dominant on me now? People might get the wrong idea~"

"Pff as if I'd ever be with a bastard like you," he smirks down at me, then gets up, kicks me for good measure, grabs one of the controllers, and settles back on the couch. I sit upright and grab the other controller.

"You might have unfairly beaten me just now, but I'm so gonna beat you in Black Ops!"

I lost (again) but at least now I had a plan for my Kyle situation.