Disclaimer: I don't own South Park.

"I'm so lame..."

A tear fell from Clyde's eye to run down his cheek. He wiped it away with his gloved hand, but his sobbing didn't stop. The sensitive boy was sat on a bench in the middle of South Park. Lots of people were walking by, giving him a wide berth. None wanted to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on for the weeping child. In fact, many were looking at him with scorn, agreeing with what he'd just said about himself.

"I wish I wasn't like this..." Clyde sniffled. "Everyone thinks I'm uncool... I guess they're all right... I'll always be like this - until the day I die..."

Clyde sobbed a little more - until he sensed someone standing close to him. Tensing up with embarrassment, he turned to see who was watching him cry - recognising who it was at once.

"Oh... Hey, Kenny..."

Kenny stared at him from inside his hood, which muffled the question he was asking

"Oh nothing's wrong, dude..." Clyde wiped his tears away as he forced a smile. "I'm absolutely swell!"

Unconvinced, Kenny sat on the bench next to the unhappy boy, his words still obstructed by the thickness of his hood.

"You can tell, huh?" Clyde dropped the fake smile as he lowered his gaze gloomily. "There's no fooling you, Kenny... You're right... I have been crying - again..."

Kenny mumbled again.

"It's just - I wish I wasn't so senstive..." The brunette admitted with a heavy sigh. "I get upsets by things so easily. Then everybody rips on me and thinks I'm a wuss..."

More muffled words came from the poor boy.

"Oh believe me, Kenny. Everyone has called me out for being so sensitive..." Clyde looked up into the face inside the hood before him. The hurt was visible in his eyes. "Even my mom was ashamed of me... She made it pretty clear she was embarrassed to have given birth to me."

Kenny's muted voice sounded more angry as his raised his suppressed tone.

"Well... You're right there... My mom always was a bitch..." Clyde half-smiled as he remembered his mother had not exactly been maternal to him while she had been alive. "But all the kids think I'm a sissy - especially Cartman..."

Kenny quickly mumbled his reply upon hearing their most horrible friend's name.

"Oh... That's true... Cartman is just a complete douchebag - and a fat ass too!"

A genuine laugh escaped Clyde. He had realised he didn't have to take what Cartman said about him to heart. Why should he listen to the hostile words of the most obnoxious kid in South Park?

Kenny placed a hand onto his friend's shoulder, looking at him with warmth and kindness from the inside of his hood which continued to hamper his words of support.

"You really mean that, Kenny?" Clyde asked, his face brightening up. "I can always turn to you if I'm ever feeling upset?"

Kenny nodded sincerely.

"Wow! Thanks, Kenny! I really appreciate that! I don't care what Cartman says about you for being poor! You're an awesome guy!"

The boys jumped off the bench and exchanged smiles. They were truly grateful to have each other as friends. Both were moved about the nice things they'd said about one another.

Kenny raised a gloved hand, bidding a muffled farewell.

"Okay! Thanks again for talking to me, Kenny." Clyde waved, still smiling. "See you in school tomorrow!"

The boys said their goodbyes and walked off in opposite directions. There was a spring in Clyde's steps as he made his way home. He was feeling much better after venting his troubles to Kenny. What the poor kid lacked in money, he made up for in kindness.

What a great guy, Clydethought happily. That's so nice I can turn to him if I'm ever feeling upset. I'm so glad Kenny is my friend...

Had Clyde looked over his shoulder towards his friend, he would have seen he was walking past the South Park bank...

...as a large safe fell out of a window with land right on top of Kenny, crushing him into a bloodied, mangled mess.

Still smiling with all the agony in his heart now healed, Clyde headed cheerfully home, completely failing to notice that Kenny had been killed - again!

The end.