Tweek jumped at the vibration in his pocket, almost dropping the coffee pot in his hands. He still wasn't used to people texting him and it scared him whenever he got a message. Putting the coffee down he pulled out his phone and checked it. Kenny had messaged him, asking if they could meet at the U-Store-It. Fear pressed at Tweeks insides, he really didn't think that Kenny would hurt him, but it was a little weird that he wanted to meet there.

After texting Kenny and telling him he would be there he went back to work, his mind thinking back to the night before. Craig had taken them out to his favorite spot, but he didn't seem quite at peace. When Tweek asked him if everything was alright Craig just rolled over and wrapped his arm around Tweek before saying he was fine.

Grabbing his hair Tweek pulled it down, regretting not pushing the subject farther. Craig did say that if he mad he would tell him, but Tweek wasn't so sure if he would confide in him about his other feelings. Both Token and Clyde had told Tweek that Craig didn't like talking about how he felt and that pulled at Tweeks heart. As much as he wanted to ask Craig about was going on, he couldn't bring himself to and he truly felt upset at himself over it.

It didn't take him much longer to finish up at the shop. In fact, he finished a little earlier than he had planned but not early enough to be able to go home before his plans with Kenny. Starting for the storage facility he figured he could always until Kenny showed up.

As he got closer to his destination his phone buzzed again, luckily, this time he didn't jump. Taking it out of his pocket, he unlocked it to read the message from Kenny.

ihi tweek forgot to tell you the code to get in 3242 im in unit 24 dont forget to press the * after you type in the code or the gate wont unlocki

Stopping for a moment Tweek reread the message. Was Kenny seriously asking to meet in a storage unit? What a weird kid. Tweek didn't answer the text, he just kept walking until he got to the U-Store-It. Once there he just stood in front of the gate and waited until he felt comfortable enough with how much time has passed, he didn't seem pathic.

It took him about 15 minutes before he could bring himself to type in the code, another 5 before he found he found unit 24. Knocking on the garage like door, Tweek stepped back so it could be opened.

"Tweek!" Kenny said cheerfully, stepping out to pull Tweek inside. "Nice to see ya dude!" He quickly closed the door behind him and Tweek noticed how ungodly hot it was. He also noticed that for once Kenny wasn't bundled up in jackets. He just had a white shirt and some jeans on. Did it seriously have to be this hot for Kenny to be comfortable?

"It's good to see you too." Tweek said rolling up his sleeves looking around the concrete room. It was obvious that it wasn't a normal storage unit, but instead a hangout. "This is pretty cool." Tweek said, looking at the bean bag chairs that sat around a low to the ground coffee table. There were some locked shelves on the wall and posters of half dressed woman. The most noticeable thing however was the fact that in every corner there was a heater blasting at full power. No wonder it was so hot.

"Thanks, I am very proud of my home away from home." Kenny said, his hands on hips.

Laughing Tweek brushed his hair away from his face. "How can you afford this place?" He asked looking around. "I mean, these places aren't really cheap."

Rubbing the back of his head Kenny walked over to a bean bag chair and plopped down on it. "Well, let's just say I have a side job that helps pay for this place." Kenny paused for a moment, tilting his head towards the other chairs for Tweek to sit. "After I help Karen with whatever she needs."

"That's really neat." Tweek said sitting next to Kenny.

The freckles on his face beamed on his cheeks as he smiled at Tweek. "That coffee you gave me yesterday was amazing. You were right, it really does help you warm up."

"Ye-yeah." Tweek started picking at his hands. "I know it's cold here, but you always seem to be a lot colder than everyone else."

Kenny slapped his hands on his thighs and tossed his head back to look at the ceiling. "Yep! Always cold. I'm anemic, but there isn't really anything a poor kid can do about it." Kenny seemed so, nonchalant about not being able to afford the health care he needed. Tweek had never really been a fan of going to the doctor, but the idea of letting a sickness remain untaken care of terrified him.

"Well, I can make sure I bring you a coffee if that would help." Tweek said sheepishly, only wanting to help his friend.

Waving off his offer Kenny ran his fingers through his hair. "It's alright Tweek, if I really need one I can just stop by your family's coffee shop and buy one." Kenny must have noticed that Tweek didn't have anything else to say on the subject because he started talking again. It wasn't like hanging out with Craig, where silence was welcome a lot of the time. "Hey, want me to show you how to do your hair?" He asked standing up to grab a mirror that was sitting on one of his shelves.

Tweek nodded and Kenny placed the mirror on the floor against the ledge of the coffee table before moving to sit on his knees behind Tweek. Tweek kept his focus on Kenny through the mirror. He really didn't want to look at himself more than he had too, so he looked at the only other thing he could. "Are you ready?" Kenny asked, his head falling to the side.

"Ye-yeah." Tweek said sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. Kenny just smiled and started to run his fingers through Tweeks curly hair.

"The first thing you need to know is that with your hair, you shouldn't brush it. If you brush it it will just fuck up the curls in it so if tangled you can use your fingers or a wide toothed comb." Furrowing his brow Tweek wondered how Kenny knew that. His hair was straight as could be, even the spikes he put in it stood straight up. He didn't ask though, he just listened as Kenny talked. "Putting your hair up is really easy. You use one to comb all the hair to the base of your head, and use the other to hold it there." Kenny did as he said before he let go of Tweeks hair letting it fall back into place. "Now you try."

Tweek reached up to his hair and copied Kenny's actions. He couldn't do as quickly as Kenny did, but after a while he got all of his hair collected. Once it was all there Kenny pulled on the ponytail holder that was on Tweeks wrist. "Now you are going to grab this and start wrapping it around your hair. It's kind hard to explain, so I'm gonna guide your hands, is that okay?"

Nodding Tweek let Kenny take control, as Kenny showed him how to get the round elastic band around his hair. Once his hair was put into a tight pony tail Kenny took it down. "Now you gotta try by yourself."

"Right," Tweek said letting out a heavy breath. "Right, okay I can do this." It took him a few tries, but finally he got the hang of it and Kenny clapped loudly behind him. Tweek jumped a bit, grabbing his chest.

"Sorry!" Kenny laughed standing up. "You did good."

Tweek looked at himself in the mirror and gave himself a soft smile. He really did look much better with his hair like this than he did with it all over the place. "Thank you for showing me Kenny."

Giving him a thumbs up Kenny sat back down on the beanbag chair. "So let's get to work on this project. The sooner we do the better."

After spending a couple hours of homework Kenny let a heavy sigh. "Wanna go get something to eat?"

Looking up from his notebook Tweek looked at him, blinking for a moment before processing what he was asked. "Oh uh- yeah. Where do you wanna go?" Kenny just shrugged and stood up, reaching down to help Tweek up as well.

"We can go to City Wok. You get a lot of food and it's pretty affordable." Kenny said as he started to put on his heavy coat, his hat, gloves, and scarf before turning off the heaters.

Tweek grabbed the mirror off the ground for Kenny and put it back where it belonged. Kenny did take it down for his sake, so he figured he could at least put it up. "That works for me."

While Tweek headed towards the gate Kenny walked the opposite way before calling out to him. "Hey, where ya going? I'm gonna drive us."

Turning back he looked at Kenny. He couldn't even say he was surprised by the fact that had a car. The boy definitely seemed resourceful. His feet moved quickly as he ran back towards where Kenny was standing. "I'll drive carefully. Promise."

As Kenny started his beat down old car, the sound of indie rock filled the air. Kenny reached out and turned it down before he started to drive. "You know Tweek, I understand what it's like to feel like you are your worst enemy." His statement caught Tweek completely off guard and he turned his head quickly to look at Kenny.

"What?"

"Well, I'm not exactly all there up there." He said pointing to his head. "And I know you have inner demons. I just want to tell you aren't alone."

Tweek tilted his head, why was Kenny bringing this up? Squeezing his burnt hand he let go as soon as the pain registered. "You have anxiety too?" Tweek asked, trying to understand what Kenny meant.

Kenny laughed shaking his head. "No, not exactly. It's kinda like I hear stuff and see stuff but no one else sees it. Things happen to me that no remembers, and when you are always told that it isn't there or it didn't happen it wears you down."

"I-I don't really understand what you mean Kenny. I'm sorry." Tweek told him, playing with his bandage now.

"Don't be sorry dude, all I'm saying is I got your back. There are a lot of ways to help your anxiety besides putting poison in your body."

Looking out at the street in front of them Tweek chewed on the skin on hips lips. Kenny was being vague and it was starting to annoy him. "Okay Kenny, you really aren't making any sense."

Kenny just smiled, keeping his focus on the road. "Pot dude. If you ever feel like you need any I got you. I'll even give you a free sample."

Tweeks heart stopped for a moment as he grabbed at the hem of his shirt. Kenny had to messing with him. There was no way weed would help with his problems, if anything it would make it worse right? People go to jail over that shit and Kenny offered to sale some to the most paranoid person in town? That must be how Kenny had extra money, he sold drugs. Oh fuck, Tweek wanted to get out of the car and run, but he sure that Kenny wouldn't let him get caught up in anything. At least, he was pretty sure. "Uh- you-you-you don't have to do that." He said clearly nervous.

"The offer is always on the table." Kenny pulled into the City Wok parking lot and stopped the car. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't think it would help. I've seen how you act on those brainwashing pills they give to people like us. At least, what I got is natural. It doesn't kill you either."

Tweek stayed in his seat, not wanting to get out of the car while they talked about this. He really didn't want to be talking about it all. The government could be listening through their phones and come to arrest them in the blink of an eye. He told himself that he was being stupid and looked over to Kenny before asking, "Do you do it?"

Kenny spread his fingers, but left his palms on the steering wheel. "Used too, but I really don't want Karen being around that more than she has too." He stopped talking after that, not wanting to go into detail about his family life. "It did help though. Nothing was as… painful."

"Painful?" Tweeks asked, his eyes watching Kennys.

Wrapping his hands back around the steering wheel Kenny squeezed it as hard as he could. "Dying, it isn't as painful when I'm high."

Okay, Tweek was now legitimately confused. Dying? There wasn't anyway Kenny died, he was sitting right next to him. Tweek reached over and tapped Kenny just to make sure he was really there. Kenny looked over and laughed as Tweeks finger touched his arm. "No one ever remembers, but I do. The pain at least. Sometimes it burns, other times it feels like I am being pulled apart. I even have scars, but people still tell me it never happened."

Tweek didn't really know what to say, instead he just looked over his friend and rested his hand on his shoulder like people did to him.

Kenny placed his hand and squeezed it softly. "Thank you for at least listening." The freckled face teen said before letting go of Tweeks hand. "Let's go eat."

"Right." Tweek and Kenny got out of the car and headed inside of the restaurant. "Hey Kenny?"

"Hmm?" Kenny opened the door and looked down at Tweek.

"Did something happen between you and Craig?"

Following behind Tweek Kenny shoved his hands in his pockets. "I guess you can say the two of us had a falling out a couple of years ago. We used to be really cool."

Stopping behind the small line of people Tweek turned and look at Kenny who was looking at the menu. "A falling out about what?" He asked. Tweek wanted to know why everyone was acting so weird when it came to the subject of Craig and Kenny.

"That doesn't really matter. Does it?" Kenny didn't really seem as interested in their conversation as he did with the menu. It had been the same since the restaurant opened, so Tweek was sure he was just trying to avoid eye contact. "If someone doesn't want to be in your life you can't force it."

Tweek knew Kenny was right, but he still wanted a reason. He didn't like the fact that everyone was keeping him in the dark. There was something there and even if no one told him he was, Tweek could tell that it was bothering Craig and he didn't know how to help. "It does matter though."

Kenny tore his attention from the menu board and looked at Tweek, his face free of his normal smile. "Listen, I don't know what's going on between you and Craig, but I think it's best if he tells what happened. It isn't really my place."

Kenny was proving himself to be loyal to Craig, even after whatever they had ended. Tweek rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay." He said, leaving it at that, not wanting to drop the subject.