Craig

*Note: I am NOT a smoker, so I kind of just went of instinct with this and Googled some of the much smaller insignificant details. Sorry if I screwed this up horribly!*

Craig lit the cigarette, making sure to shield the flame from the wind. Holding it between the fingers of his right hand, he proceeded to bring the stick to his lips, where he took the first long drag. Inhaling, the smoke filled his mouth; it tasted like burning wood.

"What are you doing out here?" an unidentified male voice spoke from his left. Taking another puff of the stick, he directed his gaze to the source of the sound.

Kenny McCormick stepped into his line of sight. He wore a worried expression that crinkled his facial features together.

"Smoking," he said nonchalantly as he pushed the smoke through his nose. It circled around his head for a few seconds before drifting away into the starry night.

"I can see that, but why, and on school property? You could be seen," he said; his tone stressed and apprehensive.

Craig flicked the ashes off onto the ground; they fluttered lazily through the air and landed on the hard stone concrete. They were small floating pinpricks of fire. Taking another long drag, Craig dropped the cigarette along with the ashes. The embers flared to life before they were quickly shushed out by the heel of his shoe.

"Why are you so concerned about me anyway?"

"I've always been concerned about you, Craig. You know that. Smoking's against the law. If you get caught-"

"I'm not going to get caught. I never do."

"Well, still."

"Just shutup, okay? You're giving me a headache," he said, angrily rubbing his temples.

The kid was bearing on his last damn nerve. Stress welled itself in his chest and he got the distinct feeling that he shouldn't have wasted the rest of that cigarette. Sliding down the solid brick wall, he settled himself against the building for support. He rested his elbows on his knees and laid his head against the side of his palm, closing his eyes and sighing dramatically.

"Hey, are you okay?" The blonde spoke, changing tactics and sounding genuinely concerned.

Craig opened one eye to see Kenny crouching on his legs in front of him. Even in the darkness, he could tell the blonde's baby blue eyes were lit up and sparkling, watching his every movement.

"I'm fine."

"You're lying. I can tell," he retorted.

"What if I am?"

"I don't like other people being in pain," the blonde said as he sat down next to him. "Now, tell me what's wrong. You know I like to listen to you talk"

They had this strange relationship, him and Kenny. Ever since Kenny had befriended him on the first day he walked into South Park High, they had this ongoing struggle of who was who. They always fought constantly and never managed to get anything productive done. All they ever did was bicker back and forth. The only thing they had in common was the fact that they both were gay. Everything else, from the hair down to their toes, was different. Even their personalities were complete opposites of each other. Kenny was this beautiful, delicate creature, while he was just another teenage punk. They didn't belong together. They shouldn't be friends, yet they still managed to make it somehow or another. It was weird, but it was strangely befitting of them both.

Kenny was out of breath. He could tell by the way his chest kept moving rapidly up and down in quick, drastic movements. His blonde hair was messy and unkempt, no longer the beautiful glory it had been before. He was on the short and skinny side. Not exactly the biggest, most muscular guy out there, but what he lacked in size, he made up in personality and heart. He was cute too.

Craig looked into Kenny's eyes and answered in as serious a tone he could muster without bursting into unwanted tears, "My grandmother passed away last night."

He couldn't understand why he spilling his heart out to Kenny McCormick, but he did it anyway. Truth be told, there was a lot he'd been holding inside him for quite some time. There was a lot that needed to come off his chest and this was the way to do it, even if he needed to open up in order to do so.

Kenny didn't apologize for his lost. He didn't even say a simple "I'm sorry". Not a word passed his lips. He was finally silent.

The blonde looked at him in shock. His eyes wide and full of surprise. Instead of the initial first reaction he'd been expecting, Kenny opted to change the conversation to a different topic instead. It was gift from heaven.

"Well, I still don't think you should be out here smoking. Maybe you should come back inside. Then you can share a dance with me. I'm sure Kyle wouldn't mind," he said, sharing a discreet smile that blatantly said, 'I didn't change the subject because I'm a heartless bastard. I changed it because I knew you didn't want to talk about it anymore.' That one little smile said it all.

"You think I'm gay?" Craig asked with slight hostility.

"I know you are," Kenny smirked as he stood up, using the wall behind him as support, and held out his hand for him to take. Craig sighed, smiled, and took the offering anyway.

Being pulled up onto his feet, he noticed the slight height difference between him and Kenny. The blonde was just a tad bit shorter than he was. His head came up to his nose. All he would have to do, in order to steal a kiss, was to bend his neck slightly. He was so tempted to give into his desires. Kenny's mouth looked small and pouty and absolutely ravishing, especially in the low light given off by the street lamps. He was so tempted to just bend his head those couple centimeters and press his lips on Kenny's. He could practically taste the want in his veins.

But, Kenny interrupted his thinking process by opening that pretty little mouth and talking, completely ruining the moment.

"Come on."

Kenny took his hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

Even though the unsuspecting move came as a surprise, Craig kept his fingers intertwined with Kenny's. Something about the innocent action just felt right to him.

Before he could disagree, Kenny had dragged him onto the dance floor. Instructing him where he should put his hands, Kenny always seemed to strain in his impatience and talk to him in a civilized manner, even when the blonde looked about ready to burst in aggravation, especially since he always seemed to make a complete fool out of himself by messing up consequently.

"I'm no good at this," he admitted shamefully, dropping his hands from the blonde's waist. He shrugged his shoulders, "Dancing is just not me."

"It's not that difficult, Craig. All you have to do is sway back and forth," Kenny said as he took his hands again for the hundredth time and directed them back to his small waist. The blonde then wrapped his own arms around his neck and, using his hips, began moving them to the music. "See? It's not that hard."

He was right. Dancing wasn't all that bad; it was actually kind of nice in a way, especially if it was with somebody you liked. Gritting his teeth, he swore under his breath just low enough so that Kenny couldn't hear.

So maybe he was beginning to feel something for the blonde. Nothing was wrong with that. Right? But, concerning the circumstances and their somewhat steady friendship, it would be all kinds of wrong to make a move. Besides, Kenny wasn't supposed to be his type.

"This is kind of nice. Told you you'd get the hang of it," Kenny said, sticking his pink, and wet, tongue out at him from between his perfect rosy lips. Kenny smiled and stared at him with his intense baby blue eyes.

It was almost too good to miss.

"I agree," he said, and then he bent his head those few centimeters and lightly kissed him. It was short, but it sent the breath from his lungs and caused his heart to flutter miserably in his chest. It hurt, but it felt like a good kind of hurt. The kind he could get used to.