I was the only one downstairs when someone knocked on the front door. It was Friday night and my parents had decided to go out for some stupid-ass 'romantic getaway' over the weekend (I don't want to know), leaving me in charge of looking after Ruby. The fourteen year old devil headed straight up to her room after dinner which meant I was going to have a relaxing evening watching reruns of Red Racer. Well I was going to. I didn't even bother with putting on a shirt as I got up to answer the door. No one knocking this late was worth the effort.
"What the fuck?" Kenny McTurn-up-at-the-wrong-fucking-times stood nervously on my doorstep, breathless. Blood was pouring from a gash above his eye and he held his school bag tightly in his right hand. I sort of regretted not wearing a shirt now.
"Um look I'm really sorry (his eyes drifted down to my bare chest and I grit my teeth) about this but my parents are fighting again and Karen's at her friends house and usually I'd stay with Stan or Kyle but they're kind of being gay and I don't want to interrupt them so I was, uh, wondering if I could crash here?" He stammered. I leant my arm against the door frame and stared down at him. Why today? Why the one day where I'd planned to literally watch Red Racer until I fell asleep on the couch and Ruby had to make breakfast? Why?!
"Get in," I sighed, moving out the way and letting him enter the house. I couldn't just send him away, especially since he seemed pretty desperate? He breathed a sigh of relief and I led him upstairs to my room.
"Put your shit here," I pointed at the floor and he dumped his bag on the ground.
"Thanks for letting me stay," he murmured, unzipping his parka and stepping towards me. My breath hitched in my throat as his hand slightly brushed against my stomach as he removed his sleeve. It took all of my willpower to not close the gap between us and fucking make out with him. Maybe I should just edit my evening plans. A long night of making out with Kenny beats Red Racer any day. No, no it doesn't. Making out with a girl beats Red Racer beats Red Racer any day. Yeah...
Shaking myself from my daze I stepped back from Kenny. "You should probably wash that cut," I said, steadying my voice and gesturing to the bleeding mess above his eye. He looked a bit disappointed at the new distance between us as he gently touched it with his hand.
"Yeah," he said, wincing slightly. I pushed away all my feelings of concern (not making that mistake again) and pointed out into the hallway.
"The bathroom is next to my room. You can take a shower and do whatever the fuck you want then come downstairs and I'll help you disinfect your cut."
"Thanks," he said smiling, picking up his bag and leaving my room. I made sure he went through the door before crossing the hall and entering Ruby's room.
"McWhoredick is staying over, some shit is going down at home." Ruby quirked her eyebrow in interest.
"Aww you guys have pet names for each other!"
"McWhoredick is not a pet name, it's an insult."
"I'm sure your boyfriend think so too."
"What the fuck? He's not my boyfriend?" I spluttered.
"Not yet he's not. Keep it down tonight, okay?" She winked. I growled in frustration, flipping her off and walking out of her room while she cackled with laughter.
I shoved some leftover lasagne in the microwave and set it to reheat before heading into the lounge room and setting up the television. I wasn't going to let the fact I had an unwanted guest ruin my ideal evening. "Oh my god, you still watch this?" Groaned Kenny, joining me on the couch. His hair was damp and hung over his eyes. Yet again he was fucking shirtless, his damp skin making his god-like abs glisten. Fuck.
"Yeah? Fuck off if it bothers you." He rolled his eyes, pushing the hair off his forehead. Unconsciously he gently ran his finger along the length of the gash above his eye which extended from the top of his eye socket to his temple. It looked a lot better. It wasn't too deep but it was bright pink and leaking a little blood. "Let's just get that disinfected before we worry about your blatant disrespect of my favourite TV show." He looked at me oddly before realising I was referring to his cut. Standing up, he smirked slightly and followed me back into the kitchen.
Rummaging through the cupboard I finally found some cream which is supposed to heal shit like this. Probably. He held out his hand for the bottle and I shook my head, squeezing a bit of the cream onto my finger. "I need to do it to make sure we actually cover it," I said emotionlessly. That wasn't entirely true, I also wanted and excuse to touch him. No it didn't. Kenny sat down on one of the kitchen chairs.
"Fine." He shut his eyes as I pushed his hair back and gently rubbed the cream over the scar. He tensed and let out a hiss of pain.
"Fuck! It's like being stabbed!" I ignored him and continued to rub the cream into the wound.
"How did this even happen anyway?" Kenny hissed again.
"Mom and Dad were fighting because Dad finished all the alcohol and Mom didn't get a chance to have any. Karen was FUCK in the middle of it all and I had to step in to make sure she didn't get hurt. I'd already told her to prepare a bag for situations like this so we were both holding our bags and preparing to leave when Dad threw and empty bottle at the floor causing it tO SHIT THAT FUCKING HURTS shatter and a flying glass piece hit me." I nodded my head sympathetically and stopped touching his cut.
"Done." He let out a sigh of relief.
"Thanks." The beeping noise of the microwave cut through the kitchen and I pulled the steaming plate of lasagne out of it.
"I wasn't sure if you'd eaten so I heat up some food for you," I dead panned, placing the plate down in front of him along with some cutlery. He looked at me in shock.
"You made food?"
"Um, yeah." He looked genuinely touched. I looked away and walked shoved a packet of popcorn in the microwave. When I turned back he seemed to have gotten over his previous shock as he was now shovelling forkfuls of pasta into his mouth. Fucking weirdo.
A couple of minutes later both Kenny and the popcorn were finished. He shoved his dirty dishes in the sink and followed me into the lounge room, carrying two cans of coke (A/N product placement). I placed the popcorn on the coffee table and Kenny handed me one of the cans before slumping down on the couch. "Thanks for making me food," he mumbled.
"It's fine." He grinned at me.
"Do we still have to watch this?" I glared at him.
"Yes, time to shut the fuck up." I growled, pressing play on the remote. Kenny groaned quietly, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
The last episode finished at 12:35am. Yawning I switched off the TV, the only light in the room being the moonlight shining through the window. Kenny lay fast asleep on the couch, his arm covering his eyes. Laughing quietly to myself, I got up and switched on the room light. A slight groaned came from the couch and I leant against the wall. "What the fuck, Craig Fucker? Growled Kenny, "I was having such a great dream..."
"Yeah well I don't care. I'm going to bed and I think you should too." Grumbling to himself, he heaved himself to his feet and stumbled after me up to my room.
"Have you got a spare blanket or something?" He asked as I walked towards my wardrobe.
"You take my bed." He widened his eyes.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'll take the floor." Kenny looked disappointed.
"I thought you - never mind. Thanks," he smiled, leaping into my bed. I pulled spare blankets and pillows out the wardrobe and arranged them on the floor.
"Jesus Christ! Your bed is so nice!" Exclaimed Kenny, nestling down in the covers. I smirked and turned off the light.
"Goodnight."
Holy fucking shit the floor is uncomfortable. My eyes felt weary as I rolled over and attempted to find a more comfortable position. "Craig," murmured Kenny, sitting up on his elbows, "you can come in the bed with me if you want." I stayed silent for a moment, weighing up my options. Either hardly sleep or share a double bed with Kenny McCormick. I could do worse. Slowly I got up and wandered over to the bed. Kenny's blue eyes reflected in the moonlight as he watched me.
The tiredness must've messed with my brain because for that moment nothing held me down. I felt like the true me. Slowly I leant down and planted a light kiss on his lips before climbing into the other side of the bed. A smile played on my lips as I lay down in the darkness, facing towards the window.
The room was silent for ages and I began to drift to sleep. Kenny finally began to stir and wrapped his arm around my waist, nuzzling into my neck. "This is now officially the best day of my life," he whispered, "I want you to remember that I care about you very much. No matter what, I'll always be there for you. Don't ever forget that."
"Thanks," I murmured, my eyes still shut. He let out a happy sigh and ran his finger tips over my stomach in random soothing patterns.
"Goodnight, Craig."
"Night," I mumbled, falling asleep seconds later.