Prompt: send me a symbol and i will write a drabble about my muse from the point of view of…
Prompt symbol: (white star): my muse's best friend
This is obviously going to be very heavily based on headcanons that I have. Takes place during "The Poor Kid".
Kevin just wanted to go home.
He hated Greeley. He hated the Weatherheads. He had never thought that he would miss drunken brawls with his dad or sharing a room with his six-year-old sister.
Kevin watched Kenny fuss over Karen, as she stared up at him adoringly. He had grown used to being invisible to his siblings, but he couldn't stop the bitterness from welling in his chest this time. He wished that Shelly was here. She would understand. She knew what it was like to grow up in a family that tended to forget that she existed.
He had been thinking a lot about Shelly lately.
She was his rock, his only friend. She protected him from bullies. She was always there with some extra braces wax when he couldn't afford to restock or a set of toenail clippers if one of his brackets broke. She purposely ordered extra at lunch and insisted that "You better help me eat this, turd!"
She wasn't perfect. Her temper was out of control. She was almost always angry. She tended to talk more than she listened. She was rash, impulsive, irrational, and outright mean.
But despite all of her flaws, she was always there for him in the end. Kevin couldn't imagine life without Shelly Marsh and it terrified him that it was now a real possibility.