A/N- This feels like a lighter story than the others I'm writing right now, which is nice. Let me know what you think.

I wake up, groggy and annoyed, to my phone buzzing on my bedside table. I rub my eyes and roll over, trying to ignore it. I hate the alarm sound my phone makes, so I tried just putting it on vibrate. It's really not that much better, but I still have to wake up.

I reach over to my phone slowly, my arm still feeling heavy from sleep. As I stop the alarm, I notice that I have three texts, two from Stan.

dude, you're obviously pissed, I'm sorry

are we still carpooling today, or are you ignoring me?

And one from Kenny.

want a ride to school today?

I decide to ignore the ones from Stan for now. When I see him at school, he'll apologize, and I'll forgive him because I always do. But for now, I feel entitled to a little more anger. I know the silent treatment is immature, but it's really the only way I can stay mad at him. The second we talk, it becomes harder. I do decide to answer Kenny's text though.

In your death trap of a car? With your ridiculous driving skills? Not a chance. You're welcome to join me in my car though.

As I'm getting ready, my phone buzzes again.

such a wimp. sure, pick me up whenever

I feel kind of bad about leaving Stan hanging like this. He's probably going to be pretty annoyed at me later. This is usually what happens when we get in any sort of fight. One of us does something inconsiderate, and the other one tries their hardest to be an equal level of douchebag. It pretty much ends up with us being mildly annoyed with each other for a little while. It never lasts long.

In any case, it gives me a chance to hang out a little more with Kenny. I just don't get to very often, so that's nice. It's just a perk that it'll annoy Stan even more, that I chosen someone else over him for once. Maybe he'll get what it feels like.

I get to Kenny's place to pick him up just with enough time to get to school. I text him that I'm outside, and five minutes later, he stumbles out the door, still tying his shoes and zipping his hoodie. I hear him say shit and run back inside. This happens two more times.

He runs to my car, flushed and panting. "Why the fuck are you here so early?" he breathes, collapsing into the passenger seat.

I just laugh. "Because I'm going to drive like a sane person."

He looks at me with this pathetic, crestfallen expression. When I start driving, he starts fidgeting. "Oh my god!" he groans. "How can you stand going this slow? I could run faster than this!"

He's so restless, leaning into the window, moving around in his seat, craning his neck to look around. I chuckle. "I think you need to calm down a little."

"How can I, we're going the pace of a snail!" he whines back, turning to me.

I smirk at him. "Come on, Ken, you need to slow down. Stop and smell the flowers every once in a while."

He shot me a glare. "You're going to make us late to school."

I laugh. "No, that was you. You said pick you up whenever."

"Obviously, what I meant was pick me up as late as possible. You should've known that," he says in a fake condescending tone.

"Oh, yeah, how could I not know that?" I reply sarcastically. "It's not like you disappeared for two months and I barely see you anyway!"

He shrugs, a half-smile playing on his lips. "You still know I'm not a morning person."

I roll my eyes. "That's an understatement."

He shot me another glare and went back to fidgeting and squirming. "I can't handle this speed, man, come on. You drive like an old lady."

"You're the one who agreed to this," I reply. "What did you expect?"

"For you to drive like a normal human maybe?" he sighed loudly and pointed at the speedometer. "Holy shit, man, you're driving under the speed limit. Literally no one does that. It's standard to drive five miles over."

I laugh and glance at him. "I'm pretty sure that's not literally true."

He rolls his eyes. "Figuratively, whatever."

We pull up to the school and he practically jumps out of the car. I chuckle to myself and slide out. "You have no patience," I say to him.

"Shut up, dude, we're late," he replies.

"I assume you'll need a ride home?"

He groans. "Yeah, yeah. Drive faster, though."

"No," I reply. "Meet me out here after school."

We say goodbye and both run the class. I practically fall into Biology class, muttering an apology to the teacher. I slink to the back of the class, to my usual desk next to Stan, who is giving me a look.

"Hey, Ky. Are we talking again yet?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

I glance at him. "I guess. You did make me wait two hours in the snow, though."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," he says, though it doesn't feel like a real apology to me. It seems like he just feels like he has to say that. "Dude, what happened this morning? Why are you late?"

I shrug. "I was giving Kenny a ride to school. He made me late."

"Kenny's back?" Stan asks, suddenly a lot more interest.

I sigh. "Yeah," I reply sharply, glaring at him. "He gave me a ride home yesterday."

Stan flinches a little at my tone and turns back to the teacher, clearly done talking to me. Which is fine, I'm still pretty mad at him, obviously.