For MoeMoePinkNinja - a series of claps for requesting my favourite pairing;)

I've also noticed that the people who have read my other fic: -Message Received- have also checked this out, so thank you so much for that. I just think it's really cool that some of you have liked that fic so much, that you want to stay with me to see what I update next. means loooooooads to me

I'm not a very good writer anyway, but if there's anything you want me to check out, I'm more than happy to! It's the least I can do, right?

Pairing: Crenny

Object: Chocolate

On the outskirts of South Park, there led a set of abandoned train tracks. These tracks were only about a mile long, because the rest happened to be scrapped and sold a long time ago during the war times. Besides, there was no use for trains in South Park anymore. No one ever visited the unfortunate town anymore.
On these rusted tracks, led two boys. One familiar with orange, the other with blue. The colors they so happened to wear mixed with the evening sky, creating a mood of relaxation and tranquillity..

"You're so fucking retarded."

"Insult me all you want, Tucker, but I'm telling you, I've done it before and it works like a treat."

"Well go on then. Show me."

"Fine, I will." Kenny stood up and shook his limbs. He deeply inhaled the drug that was wedged between his fingertips, before handing it hastily to Craig. He dropped to the floor and sunk his head into the dry grass. Refusing to exhale the fumes in his lungs, he threw his legs up, completing a near-perfect headstand. Craig casually took a drag from the shred joint, observing the blond's concentrated expression.

After around fifteen seconds, Kenny found his arms giving way and he collapsed forwards, almost kicking Craig in the face. The blond coughed and spluttered over the tracks, trying to control his wheezing. The raven watched Kenny control his coughing fit, un-fazed by the reaction the blond was having.

"Dude.." Kenny barked out another cough, turning his head towards Craig, "My fuckin' head. It feels..so.."

"Light?" He finished, monotonously.

The blond's face dissolved into a sheepish grin, "Man, I fuckin' love getting high."

Craig passed the drug back to Kenny, allowing him to finish it off. It was always sad when someone had to take the last few drags, because it meant that it was almost the end of a decent hang out. But it wasn't so bad, as they still had another rounds worth left.

"I'll start rolling the other." The raven muttered, already reaching for the stash in his pocket.

"..You know, I deserve a discount."

"I never offa' discounts to my customers, Craig," Kenny flicked the last of the second joint onto the floor and rolled onto his back. "You know that."

"I know. But for one: I'm a regular. And two: whenever I fucking purchase, I always set with you."

"Yeah, and?"

The raven looked down at the figure next to him. "Well I'm only getting half of what I pay for, aren't I?"

Kenny looked at him half thoughtfully, knowing this was true. He was totally ripping Craig off. "Ah, yes. But what you have to remember, is that I come with the package."

"I didn't ask for a package."

"I know, but it's inclusive. Gettin' high is never fun on your own."

Craig mentally agreed with the last comment. It was never nearly as fun as doing it with someone else. It's one of those situations, where you get to make illogical remarks and you both just sort of.. get it. You enjoy the company of sitting with the person you're getting high with, even if it's with someone you hate. Whereas, being on your own doesn't really have that same buzz.

It wasn't long before the well known munchies started to kick in. When this phase approached, Craig would always come prepared with what they both enjoyed most. Kenny found his strength to climb over the other side of one of the track and grab Craig's blue bag. He fished his hand through the large pocket and retrieved a bunch of goods. He made his way back to the raven and threw over a medium bag of M&Ms. Those were Craig's favourite, though that wasn't the case when he was sober.

"NO WAY, CRAIG, YOU GOT ME FUCKIN' MILKY WAY?!"

By now, the raven already had a mouthful of sweet candy and nodded slowly, finding it slightly difficult to multi-task the act of nodding and swallowing. He watched Kenny rip open the pack of four with his teeth and shove in the first bar he could get his hands on. His bright blue eyes instantly melted into the sensation of chocolate dissolving into his taste buds.

"This is like the nicest thing I've ever tasted in like forever." The blond's lids were softly shut, his words getting lost between eat chew.

"You're spacing."

"Space with me then. C'mon."

Craig glanced at the blond, before looking at the bag of M&Ms. He shook a group into his hand and slid himself onto his back. His head was spinning only slightly and his tongue was yearning for more delicious candy. He couldn't resist it any more, so threw the colorful bunch into his mouth. Instead of chewing straight away, he kept his jaw still and perceived the way the shells melted against the warmth of his tongue. His eyes fluttered closed and he continued to experience the feeling of wasting away.

It was a habit that they both enjoyed, no matter who criticized. It was one of many escapes that they used to get away from all the shit that both of their lives contained. And, of course, there was no better way to rid it, than getting high.