"Collected Drabbles"

by JVM-SP150

REPAID (Craig&Kenny)

Craig Tucker was sitting in his room, eating a piece of pizza at his computer desk. He was having a late night tonight. His parents, Thomas and Heather, were fast asleep in their room. His sister Ruby was playing video games or watching a movie, he didn't know, it was almost Halloween anyway, perhaps she was watching a scary movie like Saw, or Friday the 13th, or Halloween. He didn't really care. He wasn't fond of Horror movies anymore.

As he finished another deliciously cheesy triangular slice, he stretched his arms, and yawned. He remembered when Butters told everyone he was the key to Imaginationland... now he knew how Butters had felt. He gulped some soda. His hat was tossed on the floor carelessly, and his dark black hair. His face was slightly dirty from his adventure in Peru, but his clothes on now were fine, thankfully.

Craig had somewhat lied - he hated the adventures, as did his little gang of friends with Token, Clyde, Tweek, Jason and Jimmy - but Butters, Wendy, and that one British or French or whatever kid, um, uh Peep or something, and a few others, did seem to genuinely enjoy it. Craig knew Wendy just said that because she loved Stan and all. Craig himself had always wished deep down he had a relationship like all the other kids.

He and Red had dated on-and-off for a while but she was his cousin afterall, it would never really work, he had to dump her and she went for Terrance Mephesto, although deep down Craig always knew she belonged with Kevin, they'd been friends forever. Bebe was Clyde's girlfriend, so she was off-limits Lola was with Token, off-limits as well. Tweek didn't have a girlfriend. Annie was Jason's, Tweek didn't care for her anyway. Craig hated Nancy with a passion. Craig finished another slice and downed more soda pop. Craig had always been jealous of Stan's position of leadership over the boys, and via Wendy, the girls.

It was 3:47am. "God, I am up fucking late," he said, knowing he had school tomorrow and should go to bed earlier. But he just couldn't, the whole ordeal was stuck in his head. He couldn't close his eyes much less fall asleep. He picked up another slice and began to eat...He'd used up most of his money on his pizza...He'd barely had much money to himself as is, and losing his $100...He ate away his sorrows.

Suddenly, Craig heard something. He turned and walked over to his window and saw a rock hit it, then bounce back to the ground. He quickly opened his window and looked down, expecting to see Tweek telling him he can't sleep or Stan or Cartman telling him they had a new idea. However, this visitor was clad in an orange parka. "Hey Craig."

"I told you I didn't want to speak to you guys anymore," Craig said bluntly.

"I know, I know." Kenny looked down, feeling somewhat ashamed, "I need to talk to you. Lift me in." Kenny said, being around four feet off ground from Craig.

"Get in yourself, McCormick." Craig said. He and Kenny had been on-and-off-again friends for ages. Craig went back and sipped some soda.

"C'mon Craig, I need to talk to you fucking now!" Kenny said, his voice slightly less muffled due to the shouting. Craig ran over and offered his hands.

"Make it quick," he said.

Kenny grabbed his hands, his cold gloves sending a freezing sensation through Craig as he lifted Kenny into his room. Kenny got up, still in his pan flute band suit, "Excuse me," he pulled something out of his pocket, "Ah, here it is,"

Craig was putting his hat on, but when he turned to Kenny, his mouth dropped open in disbelief, "Dude, you..."

"Yeah, took all night." Kenny replied. "But I got all $100, even if I got half of it by rick rolling one of the dorks."

"All right Kenny, you remember all of the lines, right?" said a black-haired boy in a sky blue coat in the bushes.

"Yeah Kev, relax, I've got it covered." Kenny said.

"Ring his door bell," Kevin Stoley replied, hiding in the bushes. Kenny rang the doorbell, and a boy with brown hair in a purple suit and suspenders came out.

"What do you want?"

"I'm getting paid to sing you a song..." Kenny sighed, "We're no strangers to looove..."

"Oh Jesus..." the boy said as Kenny began singing.

"...And then when I finished I said 'You got rick rolled, asshole' and ran in the bushes."

Craig laughed, "Ha, that's a good one Kenny." he said, as he took the bill, "Thank you. I am sooo happy." he said, collecting his birthday money.

"You saved the world from rampaging Guinea pigs, freed Peruvian pan flute bands, and destroyed a member of the Bush Administration. It's the least I can do, man" Kenny shrugged. "It's also my way of saying sorry for dragging you into all of this, and" Kenny put his hands into his pockets, "And for what I said earlier, the whole Mexican thing... Bad idea on Kyle's part, yeah...I'm just sorry what I said about you when we left...I don't hate you..."

"I don't hate you, either. I just hate Cartman and Stan and Kyle." Craig said, "You're awesome, Kenny. Thank you." Craig put his arm on Kenny's shoulders.

"Any time, I owed ya," Kenny said. "Friends?"

"Friends," Craig said, still in an emotionless voice and look, but Kenny knew deep down he meant it.

"I better get home before mom and dad fight about it. See you Craig." Kenny returned to the window and began to climb out.

"Wait, here..." Craig handed Kenny a slice of pizza, "Take it."

"Thanks." Kenny walked back by the window, "Bye," he began to climb out.

"See ya Kenny..." Craig said as Kenny was dangling with just his hands still there.

Okay, maybe the day wasn't so bad...