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Hope ya'll enjoy this chapter, it's a bit short ^^; /shot
Tweek and Kenny did spend more time together (despite the intensely angry looks Kenny still received from Craig on a day to day basis) and life seemed to be much, much brighter. The world seemed like a different place to Kenny, it was like he had bad eyesight and wore soundproof headphones all his life and that day he found the person who knew who he really was it felt like a pair of prescribed glasses were given to him and he finally took the headphones off. The world was so much brighter and colorful than before and noises were louder and more musical. He loved every bit of everything and started to see life as something to enjoy as much as possible. He'd felt little fuzzies of happiness (very manly happy fuzzies) all the time but the parts he enjoyed the most were the times he was with Tweek, as cheesy as it sounds. They talked about everything and anything that was on their mind without judgment. He found out that Tweek's feelings on how he felt like a freak of society from time to time and how he wished he could be normal. Kenny then realized...why did he not talk to this boy before? There were basically the same. Two people trying so hard to make the world realize the truth they had experienced firsthand but only getting called "insane" when they told nothing but what was real. Now they had each other instead of the others who never would believe a thing they said, no matter how many times they would tell them. It was perfect.
Obviously some problems came along the way. Stan, Kyle and yes even Cartman confronted Kenny on why he had totally abandoned them as friends for a guy that he never so much as gave a damn about before. Kenny told them the truth, it was because they didn't believe him when he told them about his deaths and how they were sucky friends but, alas, they only sneered and told him to stop making such lame excuses that weren't even funny. Kenny just rolled his eyes, flipped them of, and got smashed by the tree branch that was falling right over his head...on purpose.
Tweek had his own same share of the same type of problem but his was a bit more difficult since he couldn't die to get away from them. When Kenny decided to sit in the empty spot next to Tweek at their lunch table from then on Craig, Clyde, and Token always made sure to interrupt the two blondes when they were chatting. They didn't like Kenny being there; clearly enough and they wanted him gone as soon as possible, Craig being the strongest supporter behind that.
Finally Tweek had had enough with their mean jokes and cruel teasing at his new friend and had threatened them that if they didn't stop he would gladly go find another lunch table to sit at and never speak to them ever again. This shut Clyde and Token up, but Craig being as stubborn as he was, didn't stop.
Then one day during lunch Craig did something he wished he did a long time ago.
"Oh no is that a spider?"
"HOLY SHIT A SPIDER! WHERE?"
"Right there on your coffee."
"AHHH!" and of course Tweek had spilled the coffee (fortunately it was lukewarm at the time) that he was holding so tightly all over his shirt. "JESUS!"
"Oh never mind, it was just lint." And obvious smirk was now on the amused boys face. "But you got coffee all over your shirt, Tweek! We better clean you up before you start to smell." The blondes face reddened.
"Jesus Christ, I don't want to smell!" and with that the two left to the boy's restroom. Kenny was no idiot so he knew that the whole scene right now was all a part of Craig's plan for something, Craig knew better than to say spider around Tweek it was common sense not to do that if you were friends with the kid. But there was nothing he could do about it but just wait for them to get back...
They did get back and it took a while, exactly 10 minutes in fact (Kenny had counted) had passed and a big smile was plopped on Craig's face and Tweek was blushing an insane pink as they made their way to their seats. Kenny had noticed that the two of them...were holding hands.
He had nothing against gay people, Kenny wholly accepted gay pride and all that jazz but something about the sight of Craig's rough hand clutching Tweek's delicate one stirred up something inside that made him grit his teeth and grimace sourly. But it was not only that that had irked the blonde so much, it was the smile that Craig gave him when he looked away from the conjoined hands to meet his stare. So smug and so cocky, like he had won the Super Bowl or Olympics of some sort. In fact it was that smile that it finally clicked in Kenny's head on why Craig was always so stubborn to share his friend with him. Craig liked Tweek, more than a friend, and he didn't want some guy that had ignored Tweek almost his whole life to just swoop in and take him away from him.
Kenny wasn't the only one to notice this of course, Clyde and Token had seen their hands as well and their faces showed their surprise in this.
"Uh...Craig?"
"Yes my dear Token?
"Why are you two holding hands?"
Clyde choked on his burrito, but was quickly saved from a pat on the back from Token. Then came the hugest awkward silence ever, which was just too painfully brutal to endure. The only sound came from Tweek's nervous little twitches as the blush on his face deepened even more (if that was possible) and Craig's smile still stayed on his face.
"Because we're together."
"GAH! NO WE'RE NOT!"
"Yes we are."
"NO WE'RE NOT!"
"Yeah, um... when did this happen?" Clyde had finally spoken up. Craig flipped him off.
"Does it matter?"
"Well...I dunno. Does it matter, Token?"
"How the hell should I know, Clyde?"
"Your black, you know everything!"
"...Clyde, you're such an idiot."
"Your face is an idiot!"
Then the bell rang before a whole 'nother stupid fight could break out between the two. Craig had pulled Tweek out of the cafeteria before Kenny could talk to him about what had happened. Was it true that they were together or did Craig just make that up? And why did the fact that Craig had liked Tweek like that bother Kenny so much? Maybe he was a homophobe or something...that's the only reason he could come up with.
Kenny had met up with Tweek afterschool before Craig could so he could ask him what had really happened. When he brought up the subject the same blush he had at lunch returned back on his face.
"I d-don't know, man! We just went to the restroom to clean up the coffee and then he freakin' –ngh!- kissed me! I didn't even know he was gay or that he was gay for ME! Of all people! Ahh the god dang pressure!..." he fiddled with his gloved hands while nervously biting his bottom lip. The whole thing was so new to him and he didn't know how to quite handle it. Kenny resisted the urge to hug him, he just looked so lonely and clueless about everything.
"Well," Kenny felt like he would regret the question that he was about to ask. "Do you like him back?"
The question sure did panic Tweek even more.
"I DON'T KNOW, MAN! SWEET JESUS, HE'S MY BEST FRIEND!" he started to grip some strands of his blond hair and his eyes widened. "Maybe, though. I j-just don't know!"
"Tweek," butterflies started to puke in his stomach or whatever the hell was used to describe that nervous feeling you felt before you asked a serious question. "Who do you like?"
The boy's face was now a vivid red instead of the harsh pink he had earlier. Kenny was starting to get worried he might have a stroke at some point.
"I-I don't know..." Tweek twitched, "I have a feeling I like someone but I'm just not sure if it's a like like kind of like, you –gah!- know?" Something about the way he was starting to talk and say words made Kenny laugh to himself.
"Well who do you think you li-"
Kenny was too distracted at the moment to see the drunk driver driving his truck on the sidewalk.
"KENNY!" he had Tweek gasp, not in shock but with sadness. Kenny coughed up his blood as he felt the weight of the truck crushing his lungs and breaking his ribs. He knew his cause of death was most likely going to be from punctured lungs and severe muscle damage, maybe from blood loss but he hoped it wasn't that because then it would be a long death. Fortunately some God up there must've actually took pity on him for once because the trucks tires shifted to the left, instantly putting massive amounts of pressure right above his heart and causing instant death.
That day's special afterlife was Purgatory, which he seemed to be getting a lot of lately. He saw Tweek crying silently over his body again and Kyle and Stan, who were not too far off in the distance, said there usual chorus.
"OMG THEY KILLED KENNY!"
"YOU BASTARDS!"
"WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THAT POOR PIECE OF SHIT ANYMORE! HE DESERVED IT!" Cartman yelled right after as he suddenly exited out of the schools doors just in time to join in. The other two just shrugged their shoulders and walked off along with the gluttonous jerk. Kenny saw Craig jogging over to Tweek with a concerned look on his usual apathetic face.
"Tweek, what happened?" He clearly didn't see the dead body lying right there under blood soiled snow...
"Kenny died," Tweek spoke softly though his tears as he stroked the sleeve of the orange parka with two fingers. "Again."
"That sucks, I guess." Craig spoke blankly in his no-melancholy-for- the-sudden-loss voice. "Want to come over to my place and watch a movie? Maybe play some video games?"
Tweek's bangs fell so gently over his eyes as he continued to stare quietly at Kenny's dead body before finally answering Craig. "Sure...just give me a couple of minutes here, 'kay?"
"Alright. Don't take long, though." He replied before walking away to a nearby tree for a cigarette break while he waited for his friend. Tweek closed his eyes tightly as leftover tears spilled out quickly from his brown eyes, down his flushed pink cheeks. And then Kenny thought to himself...Tweek looked so lovely when he cried.
No homo though.
There was just some kind of haunted beauty to him whenever he cried. This was not the first time he had seen Tweek cry his silent tears over his dead body before. He had done it a couple of times for the past couple of weeks, ever since they first started hanging out. No matter what he would always cry, not sob or bawl his eyes out. Just cry. And he made something so simply sad, a beautiful sight to see, sort of like a sixth wonder of the world. At least that's what Kenny thought...he had thought that ever since he first saw him cry that first time. The tears formed so perfectly and trailed so slowly down his face in a slow pace.
Kenny then thought again as he saw the last tear fall from Tweek's face.
"I wish I could be his tears...to be born in his eyes, live on his cheek, and die on his lips would be perfect."
Still...no homo though. He saw that line on Facebook somewhere, and it just seemed to come up in his mind for the moment. Now he regretted thinking that to himself...even if no one could even hear him right now, he felt embarrassed that such a sentence would pop into his subconscious like thought.
He followed Tweek around all over the place while he was stuck in Purgatory form, which he did right now as Tweek sniffled and got up, walking over to the smoking Craig who put out the cancer stick on the snowy floor underneath him.
"You done?" Tweek nodded firmly and Craig smiled at him before ruffling his blonde hair. He stared at the downhearted boy with a heavy heart and concerned eyes. "If what you say is true then he'll be back tomorrow right? So no need to be all sad." Kenny saw Tweek bite his tongue at this. The two friends walked hand in hand towards Craig's said house (much to Kenny's newfound hatred for the hand action going here) and the two of them hung out like normal friends usually did.
"So C-Craig..."
The two were in the room after finishing up another round of their Mortal Kombat battle before Tweek had paused the game. Craig eyed his friend curiously, his nasally voice spoke duller than ever still.
"What?"
"Are we...you know...-ngh!- dating or something?"
"Depends...do you want to date?" the boy smiled, showing the whites of his slightly crooked teeth. "'Cuz that would make me so happy if you did." The two couldn't help but crack a chuckle at Craig's lame attempt to bring back his old saying.
"...I don't know, man. I don't even know if I'm gay or not."
"Well...do you like chicks?"
"Not ever since that one time Bebe and her boobs almost destroyed the town and those girls almost tried to rape us at her party. I didn't want to be mind-controlled or almost-raped like that ever again..."
"Yeah Bebe's boobs tend to do that." Craig had chuckled at the distant elementary memories. "So you don't like chicks, then you must be gay I guess."
"I still d-don't know, man."
"Take your time then, whatever. Just don't hook up with another guy or else," He had unpaused the game without warning. "I'll kick your Scorpion's virtual balls in." and which he did with Sub-Zero's famous ice kick attack.
"Sub-Zero wins!" the corny video game voice said on the television. Tweek growled annoyed at Craig's bad gamer sportsmanship.
"You're a cheater!" he punched Craig on the arm making Craig laugh. "And you wonder why no one ever plays any games with you!"
The next day was Saturday and despite that it was still to 10 o'clock in the morning Kenny jumped out of bed, wearing his parka and not even bothering to try taming his messy dirty blonde hair, and immediately headed over to Tweek's coffee inspired styled house. A confused Mr. Tweak answered the door, but told him Tweek was in his room upstairs when he asked; not even bothering to ask who Kenny was. He thundered up stairs with loud footsteps and nearly broke Tweek's door when he slammed it open, causing Tweek to yell the loudest he ever had.
"AHHHHH HOLY HERMAPHODITE SON OF A PIG RAPING MECHA-STREISAND, DON'T KILL ME AHHH!" This made Kenny very amused.
"Dude, WHAT?" he laughed so hard, he was kneeling on the floor practically in tears, forgetting what he came here for in the first place. He felt a pillow hitting him hard on the back repeatedly.
"JESUS, WHAT THE HELL, KENNY! YOU NEARLY KILLED ME! I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE ZOMBIFIED BODY OF HITLER OR KANYE WEST COMING TO SHOOT ME! YOU CAN'T JUST BARGE IN LIKE THAT ESPECIALLY WHEN I HAVENT HAD MY SECOND CUP OF COFFEE YET, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" but instead of feeling guilty Kenny only laughed harder, his face turning an intense red and his lungs felt like they were still under the truck from yesterday. Tweek just growled and collapsed back on his bed looking like a child that had just got his favorite crayon box stolen by an obnoxious bully. Once Kenny started getting the hiccups his laughter started to lower and his sanity started to return back in pieces. He shakily got up, legs feeling like jelly and stomach feeling like he just pulled a thousand sit-ups.
"S-sorry dude but that –hic- was just too precious!" he hiccupped out another brief chuckle before sitting next to Tweek on the olive colored bed sheets. The boy was burrowing his head into the pillow he attacked Kenny with and he laid like a dead weight on his comforter. Kenny tangled his hand in the mess of blonde static hair and smiled warmly. "I'm sorry, Tweekykins. I'll stop laughing now."
"You promise?" the boy muffled in his pillow and luckily Kenny understood what he said because he was fluent in muffled speech...
"I promise, dude."
Tweek scoffed as he buried his head deeper into his fresh out of the laundry smelling (laundry courtesy of Craig, of course) pillow.
"Well, I don't believe your lying ass, Kennykins." He mocked with a pillow hidden impish like smile. Kenny smirked with that evil glint in his eye he got when he got an idea.
"Well I guess Kennykins has to prove his honesty." With that he prepared his hands so they hovered over Tweek's very vulnerable sides. "And you know what that means...right?"
Before Tweek could react it was too late. Kenny started a tickle war and he had no intentions on stopping because he was most likely planning on winning this battle, flawlessly. Tweek's hysterical giggles filled the room as Kenny's nimble fingers dug into the most ticklish parts of his neck and sides. It was the worst torture a spaz could go through and Kenny was very talented at dodging the kicks and elbow pounds that flashed by his face as quick reactions to each persistent tickle.
"HAHAHAHA K-KENNY P-PLEASE, HAHAHA S-STOP!"
"Nuh-uh~" he sang with a teasing smirk. "Not 'till you accept my promise!" Tweek sputtered out a fistful's worth of squeaky giggles as Kenny dug his fingers deeper in the crooks of his neck.
"N- HAHAHAHA! OKAY OKAY!" Kenny paused mid-tickle.
"Okay, what?" Tweek glared at him with a cute grumpy pout on his lips while the two blondes adjusted themselves comfortably on the carpeted floor of Tweek's bedroom.
"O-okay, I believe your promise..." he spat out reluctantly crossing his thin arms across his chest. "Now stop being gay, and –ngh!- q-quit tickling me!" Kenny laughed at Tweek's sentence.
"Oh I'M gay, huh? Whatever, at least I never kissed another boy!" he paused as he thought deeply for a moment. "At least, not sober I think..." Tweek kicked him with a sock covered foot, still maintaining to stay in his Indian-crossed form.
"Shut up! He kissed ME, I didn't have a choice!" Tweek whined. Kenny felt that warm feeling return back into his heart as he stared at the annoyed look on Tweek's face. So he couldn't resist reaching over and tucking strayed strands of his bipolar colored hair behind his small ears and when he saw a bright pink blush start to burn on the other's face Kenny's heart nearly exploded from over-rapid pulse. He felt his cheeks start to burn as well. Their faces were close enough to where they could feel the heat of the other's breath on them. Clear cornflower blue eyes stared in a dream like trance with warm, sleep deprived honey brown ones that seemed to look wishful but panicked. Kenny loved Tweek's eyes; they seemed so welcoming and relaxing, reminding him of gingerbread cookies and that toasty fire that would burn in log cabins on a cold Christmas day like he saw in some holiday movies. He never knew that such a dull eye color like brown could seem so special and mesmerizing. Or maybe...it was the owner of the eyes that made him so stunned by them...
"K-kenny?" Tweek had seemed to stutter out softly, which broke Kenny's intense concentration on his eyes.
"Wh-what?" Kenny wanted to smack himself for sounding so pathetic with his faltering words.
"Why did you come here in the first place?" Its times like this that if Kenny were in a cheesy cartoon a light bulb would have randomly appeared over his head and he would give himself a good face palm.
"Damn...what did I come over here for?" Kenny mumbled as he pulled away and humbly thought to himself as Tweek curiously watched him think. "I...I needed to tell you something but I forgot. Man, this is gonna bother me all day..." he snapped his teeth while Tweek groaned overdramatically.
"Jesus, you're gonna be here all day! What a drag..." he feigned a disheartened scowl. Kenny stopped his intense thinking time and looked over at his friend, raising an eyebrow.
"Wow, am I that boring of a person?" he said feigning his own mocked sad voice, playing along. "Or do I just smell bad or something?" Tweek rolled his eyes and bared a toothy grin.
"Both. And you have a bad taste in fashion." Kenny clutched his heart while letting out a pained hiss through his teeth.
"Oh sweet bitter agony, you mock me since the day I was born for not having a sense for style, making me practically born a color blinded child who couldn't tell the difference from Prada to Gucci! Please, bare me the torture of such a horrendous life! Strike me down now, thunder god Zeus with your lightning bolt full of power and eternal light, to end what's worth nothing anymore! NO! NO LIFE IS WORTH NOTHING IF HE HAS NO FASHION SENSE!" he finished the sentence with a choked gasp while he reached out to the ceiling to absolutely nothing, speaking with some kind of terrible accent he had conjured up to make it seem more dramatic. Tweek was stifling giggles behind the hand that covered his mouth as he watched Kenny pretend he was playing a thoroughly written out Shakespeare inspired play script. He admired the fact on how Kenny had such an active imagination...just like he did himself.
"Bravo, McCormick." Kenny opened one eye to look over at the blonde that was clapping slowly in a sarcastic tone "Your king of the drama queens."
"Damn right I am, sugar." He winked. "Don't you forget it."
His response was a pillow to the head.
Might not be able to upload tommorow. I'm going to my cousins graduation party thingamajig and that will take a three hour long drive to get to so, no internet :( Then I have to help set up and yadda yadda yadda -sigh- :/
But I will say I'll try my hardest to upload tomorrow. 8D I promise I WILL try. Until then..
R&R! :D