It was pouring rain outside. The ledge over the door didn't provide much protection as the howling wind was sending the rain in every direction. Water dripped from his dirty blond hair and down his face. He was a mess and he was soaked. But all that Kelly could concentrate on were his piercing blue eyes.
"Hey," he said breaking her out of her trance.
"Come in," she said opening the door wide and closing it behind him. She noticed he was shivering, "Take off your shoes. I'll get some of my Dad's clothes for you, come on."
He kicked off his sneakers and followed her down the hallway, up the stairs and to the second door in the right.
"Wait here," she said opening the door of the washroom and turning on the light. She quickly walked to her fathers room. Once out of sight she clutched her chest with one hand and brought the other to her mouth. She took a breath and breathed out shakily. She did this a few more times until she got a hold of herself.
She began looking through the drawer where her father kept his night clothes and pulled out a pair of sweat pants with an adjustable waist band and an old white t-shirt before returning to the washroom.
"Here change into these but you should take a shower first, to warm yourself up," she spoke quickly, the whole while she kept her eyes cast on anything but him, "There's towels in the cabinet. Bring your clothes down to me after and I'll throw them in the wash so they don't smell when they dry. I'll be in the kitchen, it's right near the front entrance," she finally chanced a look at him.
He caught her eyes, "Thank you," he said, a little awkwardly.
She nodded slightly before walking out.
For ten minutes she anxiously waited in the kitchen, pacing and wringing her fingers together. She wasn't sure how she should feel but she did know that she felt like she was going to be sick. Finally she decided to make some tea. She didn't care for any at the time but at least it would give her something to do. Finally he came back down with his wet clothes and towel in hand.
"Sorry I'm causing so much trouble," he said holding them out to her.
"No really, it's fine," she said smiling at him though her eyes still remained misty. She noticed the mud on his clothes, "Why are they so dirty?"
"I got hit by a car. The asshole just left me there."
"Ah, that makes sense."
When she came back up he was looking out the kitchen window lost in thought. He turned when he heard her foot steps. She stopped in the doorway and placed her hand on the door handle, feeling an extreme awkwardness to have both her arms hanging at her sides at the moment. It was silent for a few moments.
"It's been a while," he said.
She nodded slowly, "Six months... How have you been?"
"Alright," he answered delicately, "What about you?"
She nodded, "Me too. I'm fine I mean."
"That's good."
"Yeah."
Silence.
"Your mother said your recovery is going well," she said in attempt to start a conversation. He did look better too. The muscle was beginning to build back onto his arms and his complection wasn't so pale as the last time she had seen him.
He looked off to the side, "Not half as well as we hoped."
"You still can't remember anything can you?" Kelly asked after a moment.
He blew a lock of hair out of his eyes, "Nope," He breathed in heavily through his nose and sighed. "It's funny, you know? I can remember that I hate string beans, love Doritos, and like to eat the crust off my sandwich first but I can't remember my first day of school or even my best friends, my mother, my family, my first love..." he looked up at her with such intensity that her breath caught in her throat.
The air in the room grew more tense before the tea kettle began to whistle. Both of them jumped in surprise before Kelly went to turn the rimmer off.
"Would you like some tea?" She asked as she poured it into the tea pot glad to have something to do rather than look at him. She blinked rapidly trying to hold back the tears stinging in the corners of her eyes.
"Sure."
"What kind would you like?" She asked as she set the kettle back down. She opened the cupboard, "There's green tea and white tea-"
"Anything's fine," he answered.
She stood on her tip toes reaching for the top shelf. After a few moments of fumbling with the edge of a box he went over to assist her, his hand accidentally grazing hers as he did so. Her head snapped to the side and their eyes met. His face was very close to hers. She turned her head down to the box he held out to her. Orange Pekoe. She knew that was the kind he preferred.
"Thanks," she said quietly accepting the box.
She poured tea into two mugs and took honey out of the same cupboard.
"Would you like honey in your tea?" she asked squeezing a dime sized amount into hers.
"Sure."
She set both mugs down at the table and took a seat and he followed. Neither of them drank and silence fell on them once again.
"So...why are you here Kenny?"
Kenny opened his mouth like he was going to speak then scratched his nose before returning his hand to it's place on the mug.
"Mum and Dad are usually fighting. I'd never be able to leave the house if they had their way. My friends are assholes too, especially Cartman. Stan's always too stuck up in his girlfriend dumping him to give a damn about anything else. Actually Kyle's the only one who has been reasonable about everything, but I hate going to his house. His Mom is such a bitch..." he realized he was jabbering on and stopped, "Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that every one's been telling me who I am and who I'm not. Sometimes they contradict themselves and it gets annoying. I just wish people would let me remember on my own. I thought the best way to jog my memory was to visit places that I have memories of instead of being cooped up in South Park all the time but..."
"It's not working is it?"
"Not in the least..." he said his face visually falling.
Kelly bit her lip, "So, what are you going to do now?"
"I have no idea," he said glancing out the window.
She got up, "Well you should at least spend the night here. It's too late to do anything now," she began walking away, "I'll get the guest room ready for you. You can figure out what you are going to do in the morning."
Once she turned the corner she sighed. Kenny never spent the night in the guest room.
Because he usually spends the night in her room. Awww how sweet! :3 In a sad way... :(
No you perverts they're not doing that!
Thanks so much for the reviews John-SP150 (everything gets worse before it gets better) and flaellii (I know eh? If you find any decent stories you should let me know!). I really appreciate them :)