Chapter Six: Tweek's Coffee and MM's

"Excuse me, what the fuck?!" I asked in absolute disbelief.

"What?" Kenny asked, laughing, "I'm used to dying. It's no big deal. It's fucking painful though. Sometimes it's quick and painless, I'll die without knowing and then just wake up in bed. But, sometimes... it's like what you saw. I tend to get run over a lot. Hit by randomly falling objects. Sometimes I get stabbed or lose a limb somehow and then bleed out. Pretty much any way you can think of someone dying, I've most likely died that way," he shrugged.

"Like.. anything? What about drowning.. or a fire? Or being suffocated? Oh, what about a giant bird picking you up out of nowhere and then eating you alive?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, yep. I've had all of those happen. The worst part is that nobody can remember me dying," he sighed.

"I'm so confused... so like.. are you invincible?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," he sighed, "all I know is that my parents attended a satanic orgy, and that's most likely why I'm.. the way I am."

"...There's no way, Kenny..." I shook my head.

"There's a way, Caytie," he laughed, "do you want to see me test it for you? I'll prove it."

"No! No, I believe you!" I grabbed onto his arm.

"Okay, okay. I don't wanna have to kill myself anyway," he laughed, "so.. wanna run down to the gas station together? We can grab some snacks and head to my house..."

"Sure," I blushed, "I don't have my wallet on me, though." I was internally screaming - which was when I realized I was crushing on him.

"I wasn't gonna let you pay anyway," he smiled, "let's go. and.. how do you feel about grabbing some coffee? It's on the way to my house."

"Sounds great to me, but are you sure you want to go to your workplace on your off day?" I asked.

"For coffee that good, yes."

After about ten minutes, we made it to the gas station.

"I come here all the time with Stan. It's the best place to get snacks when you get munchies," he opened the door for me.

After mentioning munchies, I thought about Kenny's family history as he picked up chip bags. His mom grows marijuana in his brother's old room... and she supposedly runs a meth lab. I know the weed part is true.. but I'm not too sure about the meth part.

"Hey. Do you like M 's?" He asked me.

"Who doesn't?" I asked.

"Shit, you right," he picked them up and then walked to the counter.

As we were leaving the gas station, I built up enough courage to ask, "Hey.. do you mind if I ask you some.. personal questions?" I lowered my voice.

He laughed, "Go ahead. I've got nothing to hide."

"So... does your mom actually run a meth lab?" I asked.

He laughed again, "Yeah, actually. She does. But she had to shut it down for almost two years after my dad got arrested. Since it was the best source of income, she decided to pick it back up. And, for her, free meth."

I was in shock, "She's a meth addict?"

"Yep. She's been one most of her life. Only time she pulled her shit together was when she was pregnant with us.. or at least that's what she told me. It's more than likely a lie, but I like to think she cares enough."

"Have you ever tried meth?" I asked.

"Well, I did by accident. My mom likes to experiment with cooking from time to time. I don't remember too much to be honest, but I remember extreme paranoia," he sighed.

"Kenny..." I said sadly as I reached out and held his hand, which made him freeze up.

"You're not still high, are you?" He asked, smiling.

"Uh.. I don't think so. Its been a long time," I laughed.

"Yeah. Just making sure this isn't too good to be true. The last thing I want to do is take advantage over you," we neared Tweak's.

"You're so sweet," I sighed, "Not trying to friend-zone you here, but why the fuck can't my brother be as sweet as you?" I asked.

He laughed, "What? Clyde's not that nice?"

"He's okay. Never picked up a job so that he could buy me a doll, though," I smiled.

"Oh.. you know about that?" He asked.

"Yep. Karen talks about you all the time. She said it was the highlight of her childhood. She absolutely adored that doll. Like, she even named it Kendall... after combining Kenny and doll."

"That's.. that's so sweet.." he smiled, "I love Karen so much. Don't tell her this, but she's the only thing that kept me going. Not that I could really die, but I did research on how to kill myself for good... I still don't know for sure if it would work." He opened the door to Tweak's coffee for me.

"Oh, hey guys!" Tweek yelled from the counter, "Craig's still out with the others. Which color did you decide to go for in the hallway?" He leaned over the counter.

"We decided to stick with the gray color. We don't want him to get too suspicious," I explained.

"That's the smartest thing to do, for sure!" Tweak twitched, "do you guys want any coffee?"

"Sure! I'll get just a dark roast. Also, whatever she wants," Kenny smiled at me.

"Just an iced coffee, thanks Tweak!" I smiled. Tweak walked off to make our orders, and I turned to Kenny, "Kenny, I can pay you back later, I've got some cash back at the house..." I offered.

"Doesn't matter what you do, Caytie, you can't convince me to take your money," he jokingly crossed his arms, "I already told you that I wouldn't let you pay anyways."

"Please? I'll-"

"Oh, hey Kenny! Hey, Caitlyn!" Wendy Testaberger approached us.

"Hey, Wendy!" Kenny smiled, "what'd you get on that research essay for Literature? I swear to God, Ms. Ellen is terrible with instructions."

"Ughh, Ms. Ellen fucking hates me!! She gave me a C- after I worked on that stupid paper for three weeks!" Wendy rolled her eyes, then paused, "So... I know this is off topic, but.. how's Stan doing?" She asked.

"Uhh..." Kenny thought, "Well, we were at a party last night.."

"A party?" Wendy asked, then cleared her throat, "a party.. fun.. that sounds like a lot of fun! So, what happened with Stan at the party? Anything interesting?" She asked.

"Well, all I remember is that Clyde randomly attacked me and Stan pulled him off. That's the last thing I remember with him..." Kenny shrugged.

"Stan really did that? That's so brave..." she swooned, "do you think you could talk to him for me? Maybe tell him to call me?"

"I gotcha, Wendy. He'll be glad to hear that," Kenny said as he grabbed the coffee from Tweak, "I'll see ya around, alright?" He smiled.

"Yeah, I'll see you around. Thanks a lot Kenny," she smiled at him.

We both stepped out of the store, to where I could finally comment, "You really played Stan up, that was super nice!" I laughed slightly.

"Yeah, we all have an agreement to talk up Stan to impress Wendy. He's normally miserable when they're not together.. it's annoying as hell." He rolled his eyes.

As we were walking, we heard a sudden gunshot coming from Tweek's Coffee. We both froze and looked at each other, wide-eyed.

"Get down, now." He whispered to me, "Stay right here. I'll be right back." Two more gunshots fired, and we both flinched.

"No, don't go anywhere," I begged, "Please.. it's extremely dangerous, and-"

"Caitlyn, I can't die. Nothing is dangerous," he kissed me on the cheek, handed me his coffee, and ran back into Tweek's.

There was about ten million things rushing through my mind. Was this just a fever dream? I swear to God, was I only imagining that he had told me that he can't die? I'm pretty sure that's actually impossible... but, then again, I saw him die and come back earlier today (I think).

I could hear a loud confrontation going on inside. I was petrified, just listening to everything going on inside. I heard yelling, glass breaking, and the terrified yelps of the bystanders inside.

I inched closer to the glass to see if I could view the scene. As I did, the noise grew much quieter, and the screams of the innocent had greatly calmed down. I could hear sirens in the distance, and I began to hear cheers on the inside.

"Kenny, dude... you just saved my family's life!" I heard Tweak say. I smiled to myself, Kenny seriously must've just beaten the shit outta that guy.

As the police and ambulances arrived to the scene, Kenny, along with many others, exited the building to speak to the officers. It turned out that the robber had only fired warning shots at the cash register - Tweak. I can't even imagine how scarring it'll be for him; he already panics about everything.

The robber turned out to be some guy named Shawn Moore, some drug addict who was desperate for some quick money. Kenny apparently threw Shawn off guard when he kicked his back, causing him to drop his gun.

After all of the buzz surrounding the situation, it was almost completely dark outside, and a cop offered to drive us home. Ironically, we had the cop drive us to Kenny's house so we could pick up the weed. After grabbing it, Clyde picked us up and brought us back to my place.

When we arrived, I discovered that the boys had painted over the Sharpie with an extremely dark gray. This made it look completely obvious that it had been painted over.

"Clyde, you fucking idiot!!" I yelled.

"What?!" He yelled back.

"This is DARK gray. You painted over LIGHT gray. You have eyes, right?! You can tell that this is completely fucking obvious, right?!?"

"Chill out. He probably won't even notice," Clyde responded.

"Okay, fine. But when he notices it, you can't blame me. AT ALL. You're going to tell him I wasn't even here," I crossed my arms.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. So, what exactly happened, Ken? You just beat the shit outta that Shawn guy?!" Clyde sat down on the couch, sitting with Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Token.

"Kinda.. I don't know. Dude, Wendy was there, though. You need to check in on her, Stan," Kenny smirked at Stan.

"Oh shit.. that's an excuse to talk to her? Hell yeah! Thanks, dude," Stan instantly pulled out his phone.

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