Guys I'm so sorry for being really lazy with this, I just haven't been finding time. Sorry if some of it sucks, I worte this really early in the morning. Anyway, he we gooooo.

"I trust the dirt, I trust the rain
I trust the cars, I trust the train
I trust the secrets, I trust the truth
I trust the old, I trust the youth
I trust my Life, I trust My Death
...I trust My right, I trust my left
I trust the Ground, I trust the skies
I trust the Truth but not the lies."

'Brrrrring.'

The bell signaling there were only ten minutes until classes started rang throughout the bustling halls like a siren. Craig swung open the front doors of the school with Tweek on his heels. They were late. It wasn't Craig's fault; though, it normally was. Tweek finished his thermos of coffee halfway there, and insisted they go back and get more. Unwillingly, the raven went along with it, thus the story of why the two were behind schedule.

Craig sighed and unlocked his locker casually. '

"9-28-38…shit, missed a number. 9-28-38…"

'Click'.

He opened the steel cubicle lazily and grabbed the needed books for his next class. Language—Ugh. Tweek grabbed his things too, his locker being directly across from the other boy's. Craig snuck up behind the locker door, tapping his foot impatiently. He already had all the stuff he required, but waited for the blonde, for it seemed like the polite thing to do. The jittery boy took one last sip of his hot beverage before placing it in his locker gently, almost as if it were a diamond. He let out a shaky breath before shutting it, jumping at the sight of the Craig hiding behind its door; letting out a short, squeaky cry.

"Ngh! D-don't do that..!"

"Sorry." He replied sarcastically. "Let's get breakfast, I'm starving."

Tweek nodded, following him into the lunchroom. Craig's eyes scanned the room emotionlessly; searching for the usual bunch of people he and Tweek socialized with, but saw no one really familiar.

"I don't think anyone else is eating today…" he murmured.

"Gah! Wh-what about Kyle..?"

"Where?"

The blonde extended a finger, pointing in the direction of the redheaded Jew. He was sitting alone, a somewhat hollow expression on his face. He was bundled up tightly in his green scarf, clutching himself for what seemed like warmth. Craig raised an eyebrow, confused. Usually that kike had Stan, Kenny…or fuck, even Cartman with him. Why was he sitting all alone? And, why did he look so…emotionless?

"I think we should see what's wrong…"

The raven shook out of his trance, scoffing. "Hell no, he's Stan's problem, not ours. Let's go."

He began to walk away, but the other boy took a hold of his wrist before he could even take two steps. Craig looked at Tweek, down at his wrist, then back to Tweek; the slightest bit of surprise transitioned onto his face. When did this smaller, wirier boy become so strong? Well, maybe not strong, but damn, he had an iron grip.

He looked up at him with big, pleading eyes, mouthing the word, 'Please..?' Craig sighed irritatingly, rolling his eyes. "Fine." He muttered, releasing Tweek's grip from his wrist and leading the way towards the day walker.

Kyle sat there, studying the table closely with his arms wrapped tight around himself. Though, he wasn't studying it, but merely lost in thought. Thoughts about two nights ago when he had discovered Kenny's sick hobby. His eyes narrowed the more he thought about it. He scolded himself mentally for not taking the situation sensitively, and he must have looked like a pussy running out of there so fast, crying. He brought his hands up towards his face, running his fingers through his curly hair; causing his hat to slip off to the ground. Hell, he didn't even notice. He felt as if he were going to throw up.

"Yo, Broflovski, I think something died on your head."

He removed his hands from his eyes and glared up at the raven, noticing how he was no longer wearing his hat. "Fuck off, Craig." He retorted, picking up the green ushanka from the floor.

"Don't tell me to fuck off you little—"

Tweek placed a hand on his shoulder, meaning for him to calm down. He did, but didn't look happy about it, and flipped the Jew off behind his back.

"K-Kyle, are you—ngh—alright…? You look s-sick…"

Kyle sighed, placing his hat back on his head firmly. "Yeah, I'm fine…why?"

"He just told you why, dipshit."

"Craig, shut the hell up!"

He flipped him off again.

"Stop." The blonde said strictly to his friend. He backed off. "I meant…where's everyone else..?"

He shrugged. "I'unno actually...I think Garrison's having this stupid Jeopardy thing in the auditorium where if you win you could skip out on math for a week."

Kyle didn't care much for this, that's why he was in the cafeteria. He was really already good at math, and could finish his homework in less than 15 minutes. After all, he was Jewish.

"That's dumb." Craig sighed, finally taking a seat at the table. Tweek did the same. He chewed his thumb nail, staring off into space somewhere, while the blonde had his eyes plastered to Kyle's, tapping his fingers nervously on the table. He opened his lips to speak, but was interrupted.

"I bet I know what's wrong."

They both turned to stare at Craig, who was still staring off mindlessly somewhere else. Kyle's brows furrowed. He highly doubted Craig knew what was going on, but whatever.

"Humor me then." He said with a sigh, avoiding eye contact.

"It's Kenny."

The redhead tensed, and looked at Craig, who he now saw was already staring at him. Those deep blue eyes were like daggers, piercing right into his crude disguise. He quickly drew his gaze away again, afraid that the raven had some sort of Medusa-like powers that would turn him to stone. Craig's bored expression remained, though he knew he was right. Tweek for one was jittering like crazy, for he knew what was going on as well. He let out another squeak.

"Y-you don't mean-..?"

"We know about Kenny's cutting problem."

Kyle felt an unusual wave of anxiety wash over him, mixed with confusion. How did they know? Kenny wouldn't tell them…would he?

"How…?" he managed to whimper.

"Same as you probably found out. I was helping him with his luggage out of the plane and his sleeves just kind of…slipped." He shrugged. "He should really put some bandages around those things or something, though."

Kyle shrugged in agreement. Kenny did hide them rather poorly. He wished he'd never seen the cuts; and he never would have if he had never gone to go look for the blonde at the party. He felt his eyes getting heavier and knew there might be tears. Tweek saw this and reached across the table, placing his hand gently on his shoulder encouragingly, but didn't say anything. What was he supposed to say? It's okay? Everything will be alright? He wasn't positive on the matter, so why promise things? Instead, he just gave him the best fake smile he could manage.

Kyle hated the way Tweek was so caring and sensitive. The way he tried to comfort him just made him want to cry more, though he knew he was in pain as well. He saw it in his eyes, the way they never really glistened or shone. Tweek always had his guard up, never knowing what to expect. He and Craig have been dating for two months, but never kissed because he was afraid of getting hurt. Kyle knew Craig as a person more than Tweek, and if he knew something, he was a total asshole. But, he was different with the blonde; he was always so protective. They contrasted each other's personalities well. Craig was always there to mellow Tweek down with his blank personality and monotone voice, while Tweek kept Craig from getting into fights and keeping his grades up. The irony of it all was that they used to hate each other…but now seemed the best of friends. Kyle sighed. They really were soul mates, and it pained him to see the blonde so scared of a kiss. He could clearly see that his heart was slowly breaking, but kept it to himself. It would be easier to avoid complications that way.

Kyle gave a fake smile back in appreciation and shrugged Tweek's hand off his shoulder gently. He felt a little better knowing someone understood. He glanced back towards Craig who was still gnawing his nail, except now he was back to staring into space, as usual. He smiled inwardly at his boring persona, and wondered what Tweek found so appealing about it. Maybe it was just a guilty pleasure, or maybe it was just love.

His smiled quickly faded as he focused back on the situation, making Tweek's crude smile fade as well.

"But guys…what are we going to do about this..? I mean, we can't have him keep doing this to himself."
"Why not?"

"C-Craig..." Tweek stated firmly.

"Sorry." he apologized, leaning back in his chair. "I think we should tell the guys."

Kyle's eyes narrowed. "Are you crazy? Kenny would never forgive me if we told on him. We should just help him ourselves."

"Chill Broflovski, we can tell them not to let anyone know."

"Yeah, I'm so sure Clyde wouldn't whine to someone and Cartman wouldn't tell the whole fucking school."

Craig shrugged, placing his feet on the table. "It was just a thought."

"Hey guys!"

They all flinched at the familiar voice. They turned their heads to face the music, only to find a rather happy Kenny McCormick, with the most unusual smile stuck on his face. He had the gang behind him: Cartman, Clyde, Butters, Token, and Stan. Seeing who it was, they all quickly glanced away.

"Oh, hey Kenny..." Tweek breathed timidly.

"Hey Tweekers." The other blonde smiled. Craig scowled at the crude nickname. He went on.

"So dudes," he began. "Tomorrow, you may all sleep in because we're ditching. 11 AM, my place."
Craig gave a single chuckle. "All nine of us..? Isn't someone gonna notice?"

Kenny rolled his eyes. "Who cares? Let loose for once and do something besides brushing your ferret and making out with your boyfriend."

"Guinea pig." He corrected.

"Hey, it's not any of my business what you two sweeties call each other, alright?" he grinned.

Craig flipped him off.

"Anyway, why you may be wondering? Okay, you ready? Carnival."

The three stared, dumbfounded.

"Come on guys, this will be fucking awesome. Kenny's uncle is renting it to him for free for three days." Stan budged in. "He said he deserved it for all the hard work he's done in Iraq…it'll rock!"

"Stan," Kyle sighed. "Can I talk to you for a little bit?"

He blinked. "Yeah, sure dude."

"Umm," Kenny cut in, grabbing Stan by the shoulder. "Stan, just...give me a second with Kyle. Then you can talk"

He shrugged and walked back towards the group.

"Kyle," he began. "I know what you want to tell Stan, so don't do it."

Kyle looked down. "Dude, Kenny, I'm sorry about being so inapprehensive about your problem, but don't you think he's gonna find out sooner or later? I mean, you have to tell him sometime, or I will."

"Please." He pleaded, grabbing his arms. "You can't tell him, he'll hate me! I mean, you hate me now, don't you?"

"Kenny, I don't hate you. I'm worried about you. You need help; see a doctor or something."

"I know, I know." He sighed. "I've stopped cutting, okay? I mean, the way you ran out of my house the other day made me think how it would affect others…I'm done with it."

Kyle looked at his feet. He was 50% sure the blonde was lying, but the other 50% wanted to believe him. He sighed.

"Okay…" he said. "I…I'll believe you."

Kenny smiled warmly, taking the Jew into a hug. "Thanks so much dude, I appreciate it."

Kyle hugged back, though he wasn't really into it. He felt rather dreary, as if he made an awful mistake. He tried to ignore it best he could but it chewed its way deeper into his mind, eating him alive. When the hug was released, Kenny gave another comforting smile and jogged back towards their gang, leaving Kyle alone. He stared at his feet some more, wondering if he had made the right decision to trust his friend. Kenny was a troublemaker, how could he be completely sure..?

"Hey man. You needed to talk?"

The redhead jumped, surprised by Stan's cameo appearance. He glanced at Kenny, who was giving him a pleading stare. Kyle sighed.

"No…never mind."

R&R please!