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Evie Antorcha

I simply stood there unaware that my mouth was agape and my knees suddenly lost its strength. I eventually snapped my mind back to reality and slowly walked out the now vacant class room.

I took my time as I walked home, as I idly kicked small pebbles along the way all while overly pondering Kenny's statement. Replying the small scene that happened between us endlessly in my head.

"Your a lot more special then that."

I'd get these warm tingly sensations each time I repeated that simple statement in my head, his words settled think into the depths of my mind.

I really need to stop over analyzing this. It's bad enough I have these forbidden feelings towards my friend. Thoughts of me simply holding him, touching him…kissing him?, sends surges of unforgiving pleasure through me…much to my dismay.

I wonder if he's even aware of what I truly feel.

I shake my head, attempting to bore out the I improper images of Kenny. I continued waking down the residential block finally reaching to my front door step. I fish for my keys and open the front door as I kicked off my shoes towards some near by corner and decide to go and finish that stupid book report, why was assigned do a entire formal report on 'The Great Gatsby' ?

"Ow!" I seethe through my teeth, I look down and noticed I stepped right onto one of Ike's action figures. "God damn it Ike!" I shouted, which resulted of hearing his shuffling footsteps coming from upstairs.

"What?" He pipes angrily.

"How many times have I told you to get your stupid toys out the entrance of the door way!" I sternly replied as I threw his action figure toward the center of the living room floor.

"My toys aren't stupid Kyle." Ike retorted. "And besides that use to be your toy, you gave it to me when you felt you were too old for them anymore." He finished with a hint of triumph as he crossed his small arms over his chest with a huff.

I shot my head to the direction of the action figure and the little 10 year old bastard was right. That was the solider toy that I've had since I was eight. A lot of the camouflage paint has chipped off through the years and now it solely appeared completely worn out now. Stan, Cartman, Kenny and I use play World War 3 with my doll and their action figures too and of course Cartman labeled me as the 'no good back stabbing enemy who had no soul.' during play time of WW3.

I wonder if Kenny still has his toy?

"Mom said to wash the dishes before you go tonight."

"What?" I replied as I cleared my thoughts

Ike furrowed his brows. "I said that mom said to wash the dishes before you leave tonight to Stan's!" Ike nearly shouted in annoyance due to my lack of attention.

"Alright!" I shout back just as loud and just as annoyed.

"Uahh!" Ike groaned as he waved his hands around hopelessly and walked back to the confines of his room.

I toss my bag onto the living room couch and headed into the kitchen to start on the god forsaken dishes and just get it over with.

I suddenly feel the side of my pants vibrate, I dig into my pocket and pull out my phone. The caller ID read "Kenny" I immediately panic internally, we sort of ended on an awkward note, at least I personally thought so.

After a couple of moments of blankly staring at my softly vibrating phone at the palm of my hand I muster up the courage to answer.

"Hey Kenny." I say as casually as I possibly can.

"Hey, I have a question." He says as I hear him shuffling through what sounds like papers in the back round.

"Uh, sure what's up?" I asked, attempting to hold back any trace of shakiness in my voice. I wonder what he could possibly want considering I'm gonna see him tonight anyway. Knowing Kenny its probably homework or something along those lines.

"I really need to talk to you." He replies urgently and much to my surprise.

"What about?" I inquired with concern. I hope he's not doing anything stupid.

Oh fuck, I hope on everything I love he's not back into doing drugs. I really do hope he's not snorting coke like he was a year ago. Just the thought of it simply tears my heart apart all over again.

"Not now, I want to talk to you tonight when we're at Stan's house." He answers the urgency still clear in his voice.

"Kenny please, you have to tell me now." I say more severely then intended.

"No, I don't want to tell you over the phone." He says with determination. "Listen, when Stan, and Cartman are asleep I want us to go to his back yard and then I'll talk."

"What's the big deal Kenny? Why can't you-

"Because, I choose to see you face to face then to be tacky and tell you over the phone." Kenny replied bluntly yet his statement carried much truth to him.

I finally notice that my breaths quickened it's pace as that familiar ache I had experience earlier returned back into my chest. " Alright…" I manage to fully say. "Alright."

Kenny has the most eccentric ways of doing things, he could have very well told whatever he needs to tell me at school or during lunch but I decide not to press the issue and simply agree.

"Alright, good." Kenny says, his breath releasing in what sounded like relief. "I'll see you tonight then." He finishes and with that I hear my phone click and the faint noise of static.