A/N: Had this in my mind for a while, just needed a way to present it. And there you go. I actually like this a lot better than my last few, hope you do too!
A/R: about 9 to 13, young-ish.
Twenty-One: Poptarts
By PDOTL
Kenny never took food for granted. That one free meal at lunchtime was as sacred as Communion to him. Devoured, he surveyed the crowded cafeteria for his next prey, leftovers and unwanted food items. Among the victims were the usual skinny girls trying to get skinnier, who were no match for the rugged blonde's charms. Today he spotted his favorite target with the classic brown paper bag. The brown sack that meant sure seconds for him. He slowly eased out of his seat among his comrades and stalked calmly to his destination.
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked ironically as he took his spot next to his mark. "Sure, Kenny!" replied aforementioned mark as cheerful as ever. Kenny watched patiently as the one carefully placed his food on the table place in front of him. Before him lay a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, an apple, a juice box and a s'more flavored poptart. For five minutes the two stayed in companionable silence, one watching the other tear the unwanted crust off his sandwich.
"Do you want my crusts?" the boy asked Kenny redundantly. Kenny nodded and reveled in the familiarity of the routine. They went back into their comfortable peace until the one was done most of his meal. He took a quick sip of his lemon iced tea ssips right on cue and turned slightly, his slate blue eyes connecting with the side of Kenny's head. The dirty blonde refused to move quite yet. As tradition demanded.
"Do you want my poptart, Kenny?" he asked picking up the brightly colored wrapper in expectation for the affirmative. Kenny cocked his head, typically, and stared into his eyes the allotted few moments and smiled as he took the processed junk food from the other's grip. "Gladly," Kenny said with a teasing purr, unprecedented. The other blinked in surprise and flushed in bewilderment.
The bell suddenly rang and Kenny jumped up, joining the crowd, not glancing back to see if the other followed. As he skated through the mass of people he smiled softly and slid the packet into his pocket. Tuesdays were always great, but for his birthday, he was happy to shake it up a bit.