Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of the characters that belong to the show.

A/N: I planned on updating during the Thanksgiving weekend, but because of a couple of complications I couldn't. But lucky for you guys it started getting really cold down here and I've been so hyper that I couldn't help but type. So here's the new chapter. And hopefully my next update is during the winter break. =3

This isn't happening! That didn't just happen! Kenny!

Max's mind was swimming through an ocean of hurricanes. Kenny, his only friend in the world, his angel that brought him happiness and joy, had just attempted….suicide. As painful as it was for Max to think about it, it was true. He was now bent over the ledge of the roof, his angel's hand in his own.

Max's breath came out in short gasps as he held on to Kenny's hand, keeping the blond from falling to his death.

Kenny hung in the cold air with an unreadable expression. His eyes darkened by some kind of darkness that Max couldn't identify.

It already took half of Max's energy to keep Kenny from falling, now he had to use the rest of his energy to pull the blond back to the safety of the roof. Grunting and gasping, Max was able to pull Kenny back onto the roof; the raven haired teen ending up laying, sprawled, on the ground, his breath coming out in uneven patterns. Kenny's motionless body laid right next to Max's shivering one.

Once Max's got back most of his breath, he sat up. He glanced over at Kenny and the older teen's motionless body. A sudden anger broke out inside of Max.

How could one person be so selfish?

How could he just do that?

And right after…..right after I ….

A nauseous feeling crawled into Max's stomach as he replayed Kenny's suicide attempt in his head, but he didn't let the sickness stop him as he got up. He turned Kenny over onto his back; the blonde's eyes were cold and distant, Max couldn't tell if he was spacing-out, or became blind.

The raven-haired teen snagged Kenny by the collar, pulling back his free hand as he got ready to make a hit.

In mid-punch, Kenny blinked and his eyes seemed to be on the present, Max froze as blue orbs stared at him, and then his fists lowered as silent tears started creaking out of those orbs.

"…Kenny?" Max's voice came out low, his eyebrows coming together, forming a worried expression.

More tears came running down Kenny's pale cheeks. He sat up, Max still sitting on top of him, as he wiped away the trails left by his tears.

"It was so hard…."Kenny whimpered, newly formed tears forming as they prepared for their journey down his cheeks.

It was hard for Max to see Kenny like this; the blond was his savior from himself, and the only guide to happiness. To see his angel weeping in front of him, for reasons he does not know, it was a sight that would even make his own father cry. Guilt started pouring into Max. And here he was, about to punch Kenny in the face for being so selfish, when really he was the one acting selfish.

Max's eyes lowered to the shaking body beneath him. His arms slowly came up and started to wrap themselves around the older teen's body.

God, I'm such a dick.

Max choked back a sob. It would do no good if he started crying too.

The slightly younger teen embraced his fallen angel, pulling their bodies close as he pressed their foreheads together.

"What's so hard?" Max whispered the question, practically cradling the blond in his arms.

"To watch her leave."

Max's eyes widened as he listened to the unexpected.

"When she left…it hurt so much. I never cared so much for anyone before she came. She was so different…so unique…" Kenny trailed off, pausing for a moment to either catch his breath, or hold in another sob from rushing out, "After she left…I committed suicide."

Max didn't want to believe what he was hearing!

Kenny! Suicide!

All of a sudden, Max just felt too overwhelmed! He felt like he didn't know Kenny at all, but a part of him was telling him that he should have seen this coming. Why? Well, something about Kenny always screamed 'Death,' but Max always thought it was because death was so common in this town that he just saw it in everything he looked at.

"…But that wasn't my first time…" Kenny gazed up at Max, the younger teen's expression splashed with panic.

"You mean…committing suicide?" Max asked begrudgingly.

Kenny shook his head in response, shifting his gaze back at Max's body that still sat in front of him.

"But…the thing is…I'm immortal. So no matter how much I die—I just keep coming back," Kenny scoffed a sob, shaking his head at how disgusting he must look right now in Max's eyes. Kenny felt like a real shit head—doing this—making Max go through this.

"You're a…"Max trailed off, though the information was hard to swallow, and even harder to believe, "….immortal…" Max allowed the word to roll off his tongue.

I mean, how supernormal can you get? But then again…weirder things have happened.

"At that point I didn't care for my life. It was just too hard to move on," Kenny said, wiping away a few more tears, "This is gonna sound emo, but you know when you just feel like nothing in life matters anymore, that even though everyone else has some kind of meaning in life that yours is just gone and there's nothing in your pathetic life that you can do about…?"

Max's heart reached out for Kenny, for he knew exactly what the blond meant. Right after his mother died and he finally noticed how little to no friends he had he went into a spiraling depression, becoming less aggressive in hopes of gaining friends, but look at what it brought him. Zero friends, self-esteem issues, and a thousand other issues and problems that he has to fix.

Max finally nodded in reply, guessing that Kenny was waiting for him to respond.

"Death is nothing new to me," Kenny continued, his tears done falling, "I've been killed a million times before, even when I was a baby, so when I went to kill myself after….she left me…death actually seemed inviting. I didn't want to hurt anymore. And I sure as damn hell didn't want to live on knowing that there's nothing to live for."

"Wow…that does sound emo." Max said subconsciously, Kenny making no reaction to the comment.

"After a while of just killing myself over and over again, the guys started finding out about it," Kenny continued, sobering up as he now dared himself to look Max back in the eyes, "So then they started keeping a close watch over me…and eventually I just had to keep living on as if nothing had ever happened…"

"I bet that was hard too." Max frowned in sympathy; Kenny nodded in response, his eyes darting down before rising back up to look at Max.

Kenny tried to force a smile as if a slightly lovely thought had just occurred to him, but in his saddened state, was hard to express.

"But then you came around."

Max twitched slightly, the way Kenny said it was like a feather landing gracefully on a blade of grass as the north wind blew upon it.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't really care when you switched into our class. You just looked like some other miserable person," Kenny confessed, rubbing the back of his neck as he could feel Max send him a frown. "But then we met on the roof…and everything changed," Kenny was able to smile to himself as he gazed over Max's features, as if seeing him again for the very first time. Pale, soft skin; even softer lips; beautiful dark eyes; the all too innocent, red blush that flushed across his cheeks; silky, disheveled, raven-colored hair; a lean body hiding behind a haggard jacket; long, firm legs draped under just-fitting jeans. Now that Kenny allowed his eyes to scan over Max, like he did so many times before while the younger ten wasn't looking, he was wondering how he resisted raping the other teen on the spot. "But then…"

Max's face fell a bit.

"Then you started mentioning…her—right after I get over her and into you. And then the memories started coming back and…and I freaked when I thought of the possibility of the same thing happening to you." Kenny covered his eyes with his hand, ashamed and afraid—afraid that Max would leave him on the spot.

"You were afraid that I would leave you like she did to you?" Max inquired.

For some reason I really can't see me doing that to Kenny.

A silence fell between them, both of them stuck inside their own thoughts. Pondering about situations that could be, or that might happen; problems and facts; statements and questions that will probably never be said.

"Wait a minute!"

Max's voice lashed out of the silence so suddenly and with such a tone that it even made Kenny flinch.

"So you were going to jump; kill yourself, knowing very well that you'll come back; and let me go through the depression, the ultimate sadness, and the sleepless nights?" Max said, suddenly furious.

Kenny shifted his gaze to the ground, ashamed; he really didn't think about that. He scratched his cheek before daring himself to look back at Max.

"At least you caught me." Kenny shrugged sheepishly, sending the other teen a hopeful look.

Max got up, walking over a distance before crossing his arms over his chest.

Kenny looked over his shoulder, frowning as he only found Max's back facing him. He slowly got up, frowning in the process as he racked his brain to find something to say.

Max glared at the ground, wishing that laser beams could zap out of his eyes just so he could show how pissed he was. How could Kenny have not thought about him, and how his death would affect him? Or his friends!

"I'm sorry."