Thank you TechnoFool, ben4kevin, and random for reviewing. TechnoFool, I figured I gave it away with that, Token's too nice. Ah, and ben4kevin, that's so cruel! ...I respect you. As goes for random, I doubt you're even up to this chapter yet, but I'll thank you anyway for you to read it in the future. It's so nice to hear your thoughts on every chapter! I shall also thank GlacierGrimm for following!

I recently noticed that I've been giving all the people in my fanfics the personality of each of my Sympathyloids... no wonder why I get so into the writing. For this one, Stan's a lot like Hikaru Takeo, Kenny's like Isao Katashi, Clyde's like Umi Makoto, and Token's like Sakura Makoto. It seems I can never get away from them... Ah, so if you like this story, then you'll probably like all my future songs and stuff about them too.

Anyway, back to the story. I need to thank a friend of mine [who doesn't have a nickname yet] for helping me with information on the disorder. I've read about it a lot previously, but that was last year, so I obviously forgot.

That was long... You may now continue to the story, and please leave a review!

[Chapter 21 - 5 Seconds]

"Kenny, please eat something." I looked up at him. He doesn't know it wasn't only Clyde hurting me now... After that rumor spread, right at the beginning of lunch, more would come to beat me up. At first they were only looking at me, which everyone else was doing, so I paid no mind, but recently...

They beat me up because I was gay...

I'm not even gay though! They should know that after how I used to be! At most... I'm bi.

What happens if they find me over the weekend? If they start calling me more than just gay, like things Clyde would say...

"You know I can't let you start to not eat enough. You're starting to lose weight again; you had finally gotten to a healthy one too..."

"Sor..." I stopped myself before saying the rest of the word. He told me not to say that anymore... He took a deep breath and looked straight at me.

"If you don't eat it yourself... I'm going to have to feed it to you." Feed it to me...?! "5..." Am I only getting 5 seconds to comply? He's serious?! "4..." I don't want to though... What if they use it against me? "3..." He nervously held up the fork full of food. "2..." I don't have a choice, do I? "1." He forced the fork into my mouth and I swallowed without realization.

He just fed me... I felt my face heat up. This is more blush than usual... Is it true then? These off feelings... is it really what they said? Do I really... love him?

"K-Kenny... You're blushing..." I can tell, he's blushing a little too... We sat in silence, both having no idea what to say.

Finally, that silence was broken... by his cell phone.

"God dammit..." He checked it. "That's Token, that means I have to take it. I'm sorry, Kenny..." I solemnly nodded.

I don't mind... that call just saved us from that awkward moment.

"Hello?" I heard a tiny voice come from the phone, then there was a short silence. "He's seriously crying?" That was... to be expected. I heard him mutter something similar to, 'To think a person like him actually has the ability to hurt someone...' His voice returned to its regular volume. "Why the fuck is he crying?" Another tiny reply, this one was a lot longer. "Well then..." He sighed and blocked the phone with his hand, looking at me. "Body Dysmorphic Disorder."

What? Is that... some sort of illness?

He removed his hand from the phone.

"Yeah, I guess that's a reasonable explanation... but he still didn't have to use Kenny." I'm confused... "Update me if he says anything else." I waited for him to hang up. "Bye." He did so and looked over at me. "Kenny, you look seriously confused."

Well, I am.

"Ah, is it about the Body Dysmorphic Disorder?" I nodded. "How to explain it... Well, it's a mental illness. Normally if a person sees a flaw in themselves they're not bothered by it too much, but people with this illness are bothered all day by it. They go to the extent of staying away from other people, and hiding themselves because of it. The only real way to escape their thoughts is with distractions... I believe he was using you as one." He stopped. "You think it might have been caused by us making fun of him when we were younger?"

Could we have really caused something like that...?

"Wow, I feel kind of guilty now..."

Me too..."

"Token didn't say that was it himself, but what he said sounded like the symptoms."

Wait, since when did Stan know about these things?

"Kenny, why're you looking at me like that?" He seemed to remember something. "Oh right... I didn't tell you about my schedule change... I switched to a psychology class."

"W-wh-why...?" At least words are getting easier to learn. By the look on his face, he wished that I hadn't just learned that one.

"I... switched classes for you. I had hoped it would help me figure out inside your head, and it did. However, it wasn't that much help..."

You switched a whole class for me?

"Stan..." I hugged him and he returned the favor.