Eric Cartman was Kenny's best friend since preschool, always getting into trouble and just being a teenager. He would go to parties, get drunk, smoke pot, whatever it was that everyone else was doing. He'd tease Kenny about his height, his money spot, just about everything, but he couldn't help but care for the blonde.
They did everything together. It didn't matter if they were angry at each other, they knew that they would make up eventually and that there was no use in fighting. They would either go to the movies, arcade, or play on Eric's nintendo.
Nearly everyone in his friend group had a nickname. Kenny's was Bambi, mostly for his doe-like eyes and tiny stature. Kyle's was Adonis, since every girl fell for him and he was pretty nicely built. Next was Stan, Decaf, he got his nickname from both his calm demeanor and his love for coffee. Eric so nobly earned the nickname "Gags" from Kenny. It stuck ever since.
The Boys were pretty popular amongst all of the school, mostly since Kyle was captain of the basketball team, and Stan was the school quarterback. Eric was known for being a huge prankster and troublemaker, one that made good girls swoon. Kenny, on the other hand, didn't have it as easy as they did. He was picked on and bullied a lot. Mostly by Craig's gang.
Craig and Those Guys, as they were called. They were a little less popular amongst the school, but popular nonetheless. Craig was a little older than the rest of his gang since he went to school later than most kids. He was nicknamed Red Racer after his favourite kid show. Tweek was a punk-ish sorta guy, nicknamed Bruiser for all the fights he got into. Clyde was Sodapop Curtis, a reference to the book for his movie-star looks and his slicked back hair.
Kenny found out that Tweek was gay a while back, seeing him making out with a guy in the bathroom. Tweek automatically assumed Kenny was going to tell the whole school, so he took matters into his own hands and started beating up on him. Eventually he got Clyde in on it too, making Kenny stay clear of the two bullies.
Eric was snapped out of his thoughts when a loud knock came from his front door. His mother got up from her spot over the stove and scuttled over, opening the door widely.
"Oh! Kevin McCormick! And Karen too, hello!" She smiled widely and invited them in. Eric sat up on the couch, cocking a brow.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"We- Kenny ran away, we think. He hasn't been home at all and we're real worried about him. Normally he'd talk to us and let us know where he's going to go, but all he did was leave this note," He fished the note out of his pocket, folded and slightly crumpled. Eric reached over to grab it, unfolding it and reading over the words, but something seemed… off.
"This… This isn't his handwriting," He said bluntly, heading up to his room for a minute before returning with another sheet of paper.
"This is the essay he was working on with me on Tuesday. It's for our project. You see how he writes his I's and T's different. See how the E is slanted on the note, but all his E's are straight and neat here? I know his handwriting, he didn't write this," Kevin could feel bile rising to his throat, his stomach churning.
He clasped his hand over his mouth and quickly ran outside, vomiting on the curb and into the snow. A few people were staring as he emptied his lunch from his stomach. Karen ran outside and rubbed his back, handing him a cup of water she filled for him.
He took the glass gratefully, gulping down the lukewarm liquid. Once he finished, he turned around to see Eric standing in the doorway. Kevin quickly apologised and held his head in his hands. He rubbed his face, shaking his head.
"Oh god, oh god," he could feel his panic rising, and tears forming. Was he taken? What if he was dead for good? His stomach hurt again, and he suddenly felt lightheaded. The world spun around him, the wavering making him feel like a captain at sea during a thunderstorm.
Liane led him back inside, letting him take a seat on the red couch. Karen sat down with him, rubbing his back like Kenny used to on those late nights when Kevin had come home drunk and fuzzy. Used to? What was he talking about? He had to be alive, right?
Eric sighed and tried handing him back the note, but in all honesty, he couldn't even look at it right now. The thought of touching it made him sick. He wasn't one to just show himself in his most vulnerable state like this. He only showed it to Kenny and Karen, but now new eyes were set on him.
Eric sighed and rubbed his temples, feeling a little stressed with the fact Kenny was missing and the crying 19 year old on his couch.
"Look, I don't know where he is, but I'll help a guy out, yeah?" Eric mustered a smile to Kevin, who was teary-eyed and red. Eric couldn't help but think he looked a little like Kenny like this. His large sea-foam green eyes, and the same furrowed brows.
"Yeah… Yeah, thanks," Kevin gave a small grin, swallowing hard and standing up.
Craig had finally gotten Kenny to sleep after him having a breakdown, playing "Boys Don't Cry," on repeat until the blonde finally closed his eyes and stopped shaking. He had taken off the bindings on his wrists, mostly to let him sleep better.
He locked the door from the outside, 3 locks in total. He ran a hand down his face and groaned softly, he ambled over to his phone, typing in Tweeks number.
"Hello, this is Mary Tweak speaking, may I help you?"
"Hi, yeah, can I talk to Tweek? Tell him Racer's on," He picked at his nails, taking a mental note to file them down in the morning.
"Yes, of course. I'll go and get him," Her voice was soft and soothing, Craig giving a hum in understanding.
"Tweek, someone's trying to call you,"
"Why the fuck should I care?"
"He says his name is Racer"
"Oh, alright." Shuffling could be heard on the other end, and then the phone being handed to him. The punky blonde cleared his throat.
"Hey, Racer, what do you want?"
"I need to meet up with you, I need to talk to someone. You're the only one I trust," Craig nibbled at his lower lip, glancing at his bedroom door.
"Yeah, sure, man. Where do you wanna meet?"
"Stark's Pond."
"Okay be there in 5," They both bid their farewells and hung up. Craig grabbed his dark blue puffer jacket. It had a few pink and purple striped across the chest and collar area, but for the most part it wouldn't gain too much attention. Next he slipped on his dark blue chullo hat, leaving and locking the door behind him.
"Hey, Bruiser," Craig said as he walked up to Tweek, who was chewing idly on his Razzles gum.
"Oh, Red Racer, what did you wanna talk about?" Tweek gave him a light low-five, taking a seat on one of the many benches next to the pond. Craig saw his bike discarded to the side, taking a seat next to his best friend.
"I did a bad thing," He sighed and took out his pack of Luckies and his Zippo lighter.
"Oh yeah, what'd you do bad boy?" He chuckled and took a cig from Craig's pack, which Racer lighted for him.
"You know Kenny, right?"
"The fag?" Craig cringed at the choice of words, but lit his cigarette and took a long drag.
"Yeah, yeah. I did something to him," He hesitated.
"...What did you do..?" Tweek could feel his stomach churn. He didn't kill him did he?
"I kidnapped him," It was said, nothing above a whisper. Tweek nearly choked on his spit, hurling over and coughing. Craig patted his back, helping him get it out. Once he regained his composure, he looked around and leaned in close.
"You what?"
"Promise you won't tell anyone? I came to you because I trust you. I feel horrible for it, but I know I'll go to jail if I let him go," He groaned and rubbed his eyes.
"But why?"
"Hm?"
"Why did you kidnap him? You're not, like, torturing him, are you?"
"No! No! I would never do that to him!" He whisper-yelled, Tweek visibly relaxing. As much as he hated him, he could never imagine him dead.
"I'm… I'm in love with him," He winced, waiting for Tweek to punch him or anything. As strong as Craig was, even the 5'10" blonde could beat his ass if he wanted to. The kid did boxing as a hobby for Christ's sake.
"...Seriously?" Tweek raised his brows, not expecting that answer in a million years.
"You're not gonna shank me?"
"What? No, what the H?" Tweek laughed but then remembered the grim topic of discussion.
"How long have you had him for?"
"Almost two days now. Kevin already came over to see if I had him. I barely got away with it," He sighed and snuffed out, his now, short cigarette.
"So, how does he feel"
"He's mostly scared. He cries a whole lot, too. Especially when I had him give me oral. It took me two hours and The Cure to get him to sleep," Tweek froze at the mention of sexual acts between Kenny and Craig.
"He gave you head?"
"Yeah, way better than Ashley could ever do. For a whore, I'm surprised she can't give a good blowjob," He snickered, "I'm gonna break up with her tomorrow, I don't think it would be fair for Kenny to have to put his mouth where she's already put hers," He shuddered.
"Is he really that good?"
"He was crying but he was still doing what he was told. He didn't really make any noise, really. It felt amazing though. If I could get him to stop crying and really get into it, I bet he'd put me even higher than Cloud 9."
"That sounds great. Think I could maybe.. I dunno, come over sometime?" He looked away shamefully, squirming in his seat just thinking about those lips on him, and the wet warmth that came with it.
"Come over… Huh. Could be fun. Never suspected you as gay before, Bruiser," Craig raised his brows.
"I didn't either until Francis kissed me in the bathroom. We were getting into it and Kenny walked in on us."
"No kidding," He scoffed, huddling deeper into his jacket.
"I should head home, It's getting cold and I gotta make sure Kenny's still asleep. Then I have to record our classes so he can listen to them later," he looked at his watch, standing up and shuddering from the cold blast of wind that swept by.
Tweek nodded and strode over to his bike, hopping onto it and riding off, telling Craig he'd be there tomorrow.
"Yeah… Tomorrow," he whispered to himself, heading back home with a lit cigarette in his mouth and a head swarming with thoughts.