4 - Magical Girl Kenny

Craig Tucker. A weird guy, probably almost as weird as Tweek in some aspects. He was almost bland. Emotionless. It was confusing to say the least, the way he seemed dead to feeling love for anything. That was, anything except ballet.

Since Tweek finished practicing piano before the ballerinas finished their practice, he was usually able to sit in the window and just watch everyone dance. Even though Craig was the least experienced of all of the students, he seemed to have the most passion for it by far. Every time he even donned his leotard or workout clothes, the resting bitch face faded away to a softer expression. Something lit up in his gaze and weight lifted off of his shoulders.

He was dancing now, his deep sunset eyes shining in the fluorescent light, his body stretched into an arabesque penchée. Tweek took a small sip of his coffee as he watched, not wanting to take his eyes off of the boy.

In a way, watching Craig pirouette across the floor in the midst of the other ballerinas had the same effect on the twitchy blonde as playing the piano. It was calming.

The door to the studio slammed open and a high-pitched voice called, "Hello? Is this where I can sign up for ballet lessons?"

Madam Stevens waved at Tweek without looking away from her class, and he got up to go greet the newcomer.

It was a girl with an orange sundress and long blonde hair that was put up in twin braids. She was chewing on her lower lip and looking a bit lost, and when she saw Tweek she perked up. "Oh! Hi there!" she cooed in that too-sweet voice. Something about her was off-putting, but then again, Tweek found almost everything unsettling, so he didn't think much of it.

"H-hello. I can get you-ngh-signed in if you want. What's your name?"

She batted her eyelashes and put a finger to her lips, almost like she was thinking. But that was crazy, right? You don't have to think about your own name. "I'm Kendria. Kendria McCormick."

Tweek scribbled down the name in his scratchy handwriting and led her into the practice room. "M-Madam Stevens, we-ngh-have a new recruit. Her name is—ngh-Kendria."

The woman cleared her throat. "Alright, I think that's enough for today," she called out to the dancers. Craig didn't bother changing out of his sweaty workout clothes, just stomped over to Tweek with a fresh scowl on his face.

"Kenny, what the actual fuck are you doing here?" he said in a low voice.

Kenny? I thought her name was Kendria, Tweek thought. Ken was about to answer him, but the three were interrupted by Mrs. Stevens.

"Another newcomer? This is quite a busy week, isn't it?" Mrs. Stevens smoother out her skirt. "Well, Kendria, I'll be happy to teach you if you have the entrance fee."

Ken held up a plastic bag full of coins. "I've been saving up for a while," she chirped. "This should be plenty."

Mrs. Stevens took the bag and gave Ken a nod. "Practice is every day of the week from four to seven, except weekends." She strolled off to count the money and get the paperwork for Ken's admission, and Craig stepped forward again.

"I thought I told you not to come." It was the first time Tweek had seen Craig pissed off about something, and he didn't even know what it was.

Ken snorted and spoke in a deeper voice than before. "Craig, this may come as a shock to you, but you aren't in charge of what I do."

"W-wait! What-ngh happened to your voice?" Tweek exclaimed, holding back a shriek. "Aren't you a girl?!"

"Shut up, Tweek, you'll blow my cover," Kenny murmured.

Craig rolled his eyes, irritation written all over his face. "He's just here to peek in at girls when they change. Well, that and piss me off."

That wasn't really the case, but of course Craig didn't need to know that. Sure, it was part of it, but the full story behind Kenny's intentions was a bit more complex than that. "Well, you're stuck with me now," the dirty blonde grinned, spinning around and admiring the way his sundress fluttered around him.

"Great."