I woke to my phone buzzing and a sharp stinging sensation in my arm.

From Kyle

I was wondering if you wanted to walk to school together?

To Kyle

Sure, I'll be ready by the time you get here.

I get dressed, then start to put my coat on when I remember my arm. I hurry upstairs to bandage up my arm. On my way back downstairs I hear the doorbell and hurry to put on my jacket and get my stuff.

"Hey," I say opening the door.

"Hey," he says as we start the walk to school.

After about three minutes of walking in silence, I ask," Why didn't you ride the bus?"

"I know I can't, but I want to try to avoid Stan for the day. Not like he would even notice if I was there, anyway. *sigh*"

"So is it just a one-day thing, or are you going to do it every day?"

"I don't know, yet, but probably every day."

We walk the rest of the way in a somewhat awkward silence. Maybe I should have said something. No, I probably would just fuck up our friendship. We walk into the school and the first thing we can see is Wendy pushed up against a locker, by Stan. It looks like they're trying to eat each other faces off.

I look over at the redhead and see the pain behind the charade of him acting happy. I have to get us away from here before we both turn into a walking form of depression. I grab his arm and walk as fast as I can to my locker. When I look at him I see the tears he's fighting to not let escape. I give him a tight hug and he starts to cry on my shoulder.

"It'll be okay," I say trying to calm him down. I think the word failing would actually be better than trying since it's not doing anything. I'm not good at comforting people, probably because nobody has comforted me since I was about five; It started because my parents put me in charge of my two-year-old cousin when we went swimming and my parents put me in charge of making sure she was okay, but I got distracted by some other girls and she...drowned. After that, my family never trusted me with anything, everyone gave up on me, they started to hate me, and no one cared about me.

Most people would think that I would hate Kyle for being depressed about a breakup, but I don't. Stan was his best friends, the love of his life, and the one person who was always there for him no matter what, so when he lost him he had no one and his entire life came crashing down on him. I get why he feels like he does.

"Thank you, Bebe," he says as he pulls away.

"It's no problem."

I get my stuff and we start to walk to his. When we get there we see a heartbreaking sight. Tweek and Craig have been dating and the perfect couple for almost a year, but now they're now...not.

"Uh...um, I think we should break up," Tweek says.

"Why?"

"You don't trust me enough to tell me what's happening and why you always look like you just got the shit beat out of you. I asked my parents what I should do and they said that the best thing to do is if I can't get you to tell me is to end it. That was weeks ago and I've been trying to get you to tell me, but you didn't...soo," Tweek says while crying.

"Okay."

After hearing that Tweek walks away, and Craig slides down his closed locker; he wraps his arms around his legs and puts his head on them, obviously crying or a least trying not to. I look at Kyle and we both make a silent decision to, at least try to, comfort Craig.

"Craig...are you okay," Kyle says, while kneeling down next to him.

He looks over to see who it is and his eyes are puffy and red. He rests his head on his knees again, and not wanting us to see him cry.

"I'm fine. Now go away."

"Craig, we know you're not," I say.

"Why do you even care?"

"Cause we know what it feels like to be broken up with," Kyle says.

"How?"

"Well...I had Stan break up with me."

"And, I was rejected by Wendy, so are you gonna talk about it or are you gonna be miserable all by yourself?"

"We already why, though," Kyle says.

"I didn't want him to worry about me," he says lifting his head and wiping his eyes. When we give him a look that says to continue he does, "I can trust you two not to tell anyone about this, right," we nod, " My dad is a cheating, alcoholic, abusing, ass whole. That's always why I look like I just got the shit beat out of me. He also hits my mom when she tries to get him to stop, but then he always just goes back to me. I have to, though, cause I have to make sure he doesn't hurt Ruby."

"Can we know why he beats you?"

"Because he's homophobic and I'm gay," the boy in blue says, closing his eyes and resting his head on the locker.

"So, what fucking problems do you two have," Craig asks.

Me and Kyle look at each other to see what one is going first and I decide I am.

"Well...my family hates me since they were stupid enough to put a five-year-old in charge of making sure my two-year-old cousin didn't get hurt. Also, I got rejected by Wendy and pushed her away, so I lost my best friend. I also have depression and self-harm…," I say sitting across from the two. They both just look at me confused.

"How did you being put in charge of your cousin the reason they hate you," the redhead asks.

"Um... we were swimming are I got distracted by some other kids. When my parents came and asked where she was I realized I hadn't seen her come out of the water for a while, so they went searching for her and found her body at the bottom of the lake the next day. She had drowned and it was all my fault."

There's awkward silence until Kyle says, " Well...Stan broke up with me, so I lost my best friend. My parents are always disappointed with me. They want me to get straight A's, they hate that I'm bi, and to be completely honest the first person in years to actually care enough to ask if I was okay was Bebe so that just shows how no one cares about me. Also, like Bebe I have depression and self-harm."

"I have depression, but don't self-harm," the raven stated.

~Lunch~

I sit down at the table I always do, and like usual I'm alone. I play with my food until someone sits across from me. I look up to see Kyle, and then Craig sits beside me.

"What are you two doing here," I question, completely confused.

"I have no one to sit with, and I wanna sit with my friend," says Kyle.

"I also have no one else to sit with, would rather sit with people who I can actually talk to, and you two are the closest things I have to friends," Craig says.

I give them a small smile. "Oh well...I count you two as my friends, too," pause, "so are we like a group now?"

"I guess so," the redhead says and the rave just nods.

For the first time in forever, I'm in a group that actually cares about me, and that I have something in common with.