A/N- Thanks for reviewing, guys. The next chapter should be up in the next couple days.

The next couple weeks go by pretty quickly. Kenny and I take turns driving each other to and from school. God knows why, because we both hate it when the other drives. Every time I drive, he's whining and squirming. Every time he drives, I'm panicking and clinging to the door. The solution to this would be to stop carpooling together, but for some reason, neither of us have mentioned that as an option. The only options we ever mention are that the other alters his driving method.

I would suggest we just stop driving together, but it's the only time I get to hang out with Kenny. At school, I'm with Stan, Cartman, and Butters. He's with Craig, Clyde, and Tweek. I like hanging out with him too much. I guess I'm willing to put up with his whining and his erratic driving for the chance to spend more time with him.

I guess I've missed him over the years. I hadn't really realized how much until I got to hang out with him regularly again. It makes me sad that we missed out on all that time. With Stan still caught up in his relationship, Kenny feels like my best friend.

It's his turn to drive today. He pulls up to my house a little earlier than usual, which is surprising. Kenny's never early to anything.

I hurry to get my stuff together and run outside to meet him. He's sitting in the car, hanging out the window and grinning at me. "Sure took your time, didn't you?" he says. "You're gonna make us late."

I scowl at him, but I'm smiling. "You're the one who was five minutes early, asshole."

"You're upset that I'm early?" he replies, touching his hand to his chest in fake shock. "What a refreshing change of pace."

"Just drive, you jerk," I say back to him, half laughing.

"And you're encouraging me to drive instead of telling me to stop! What a strange day we're having!" he says dramatically, raising his hands to the sky. Then he smirks at me and starts to drive, but at a reasonable speed.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I say, looking around at the car, as though I might find something on it that's causing it to go barely above the speed limit.

"Whatever do you mean, my dear Kyle?" he replies, feigning confusion and innocence.

"Your driving," I say, staring at him. "It doesn't make me feel like we're about to die. I don't understand."

"What, are you complaining?" he says, raising an eyebrow at me and smirking.

"No!" I reply quickly, shaking my head. "Not complaining at all!"

He smiles and looks back at the road. "I just figured if I wanted to keep driving with you, I might have to alter my driving. You know, before you decide you've had enough of almost dying every morning."

My expression softens. It's nice that he's doing this because he likes driving with me. I feel warm all of sudden, and I think I might be blushing. I hope not. "I wasn't planning on ending this arrangement we have, you know," I say, smiling at him. I notice an immediate change in his expression. For a second, it looks like he's a little embarrassed, maybe flattered.

Then his face changes again, and he has this huge, wild grin. "Oh, good! Then there's nothing for me to worry about!" And with that, he seems to slam on the accelerator.

I'm pressed back into my seat, gripping the handle on the door so hard that my knuckles turn white. "I take it back!" I say, a little desperately.

He just shakes his head, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. "You can't take it back, the words are out there now. Floating in the air. Causing me to drive like this."

I don't know what to say, so I just make a whining noise of desperation.

He glances at me and smiles. "Okay, fine," he says, feigning annoyance, slowing back down. I let out a sigh of relief. Then he points at me dramatically. "But I'm only going to do this for you."

"Keep both hands on the wheel!" I practically yelp.

He just laughs as he turns back to the road. "Man, you really don't trust my driving."

"That's an understatement," I grumble, crossing my arms. But I'm smiling and I can't seem to stop. He said he's only doing this for me.

We pull up to the school and say goodbye, heading to our respective classes, and I'm still smiling about it.

At lunch that day, I find myself looking around for Kenny. Cartman, Butters and Stan are all busy talking, but I'm paying no attention. I can't find Kenny at first, but then he walks into the cafeteria, arm around Craig laughing loudly. Craig looks unamused.

I find myself staring at them, a weird feeling in my chest. I feel jealous, really, watching them. Jealous of Craig and how much Kenny likes him. I said earlier that it felt like he's my best friend, but he so obviously doesn't feel the same way. I find myself resenting Craig.

When I turn back to the table, everyone is staring at me. I feel my face get hot. "What?" I say defensively, crossing my arms.

"Dude, you were totally spacing out," Stan says, sounding a little concerned.

"Yeah, while checking out Kenny's ass!" Cartman adds, laughing. "What, are you a fag now?"

Butters turns a little bit red and gives Cartman a disapproving glare, but Cartman waves him off.

"Shut the fuck up, dude," I reply, throwing a fry at Cartman. I glance back over at Kenny and he's sitting and talking animatedly with Craig and Clyde and Tweek. I suddenly feel a little bit lonely, but I push it away and avoid looking at him for the rest of lunch.