Kenny didn't often dream. Well, he didn't count nightmares as dreams, though he'd had a lot of those. But this wasn't a nightmare. This was warm. Nice. Soft. Well, part of it was soft, there was something awfully flat against his side, but he was holding on to something soft. Reluctantly, he cracked open an eye and spotted someone's arm.
For a brief second, Kenny couldn't remember who he'd fallen asleep with. His heart jumped into his throat at the idea of it being Kyle and he was about to get into trouble, but upon further inspection, Kenny noticed dark hair. The night before came rushing back to him and Kenny smiled lazily. Right. Craig.
Steady breathing and the rise and fall of Craig's chest suggested he was still asleep and Kenny took the opportunity to push himself up onto one elbow and take a peek at his sleeping companion. Craig's look of indifference didn't go away when he slept, but the rest of his body didn't seem to operate under the same idea. The hand connected to the arm not occupied by Kenny was up by his face on the pillow and Craig's dark hair was messed up against the pillows he had used to prop himself up from the mattress. One leg had kicked its way out from under the blankets and was hanging half off the edge of the bed.
It was almost cute.
Kenny let go of Craig reluctantly and slid off the bed, moving down by Craig's feet so he didn't have to climb over and wake the boy up. He tiptoed into the hallway and looked in the last door on the upper floor to find what he was looking for. He closed the door to the bathroom and went over to the toilet.
The bathroom was a lot cleaner than the one at his own house, though that wasn't really surprising. The distinct lack of spiders and garbage cans that hadn't been changed, merely stepped on to make more room in them, was a definite improvement.
A thought struck Kenny as he was washing his hands and he made a face at himself in the mirror. He really should have texted Kyle last night. The red head probably didn't worry too much about where Kenny went, knowing now about Craig and their deal, but it was still common courtesy to text him to let him know.
Creeping back into Craig's room, Kenny found his phone resting on his work clothes and quickly opened up the text window belonging to Kyle's number. Sure enough, Kyle had left him a message sometime early this morning, and Kenny assumed he had had an early shift.
Out until 4 today. Be safe xo.
Kenny smiled and typed out, At Craig's, not sure until when. I'll text if I'm home before you. Oh, and xoxo.
He tossed his phone back onto the clothes and crawled back up the bed. His movements must have stirred Craig because by the time Kenny lay back down and threw the blankets back over himself, Craig had turned his head to blink at him.
"Morning." Kenny said cheerfully, grinning at Craig, who simply blinked some more before tugging the blankets up over his head.
Kenny couldn't resist. He thrust his hands under the covers to search for Craig and shook him around, receiving a long, unhappy groan in return.
"If this is how you act in the morning, let's never sleep over again." Craig complained miserably, curling himself into a ball under the covers and trying to swat Kenny's hands away.
"How are you this tired, it's like…" Kenny looked around for a clock and spotted a digital one on the dresser next to Stripe. "Eleven in the morning. That's almost lunch time."
"Good. You go make lunch. I'll sleep some more." Craig suggested, his voice muffled.
"I'm borrowing your clothes then." Kenny warned, moving to slip back out of bed.
Another groan was his answer.
"Why don't you like lending people clothes?" Kenny asked. He was already at the dresser and pulling open a drawer by the time Craig reluctantly tossed the blankets back so he could see what Kenny was grabbing.
"I don't like people touching my things."
"Didn't peg you for a germaphobe." Kenny said offhandedly.
"Not germaphobe, just…don't like it. People drinking from my glass, playing with my controllers or remotes, wearing my clothes. They're mine for a reason." Craig rubbed at his eyes and sat up, pointing to the drawers. "Since you're gonna fucking wear them anyway, try the bottom drawer."
"Why?"
"I've got some clothes I don't usually wear in there." Craig answered before falling back against the pillows. "Fuck. This is why I don't stay up late."
"Because blondes invade and steal your clothes?" Kenny asked, laughing softly as Craig immediately responded with, "Yes."
Kenny managed to find a pair of skinny jeans that looked like they'd never been worn or at least washed really really well and slipped them on, inspecting his legs as he did so.
"It's been ages since I wore actual skinny jeans. I usually just go straight leg." Kenny mused.
Craig peeked at the selection and nodded.
"I used to buy them all the time, I've got like six pairs. I only really wear the black ones though. I don't usually pay attention to the style, so long as they fit."
"You don't seem the type to really pay attention to fashion. Unless you count that pink monstrosity in elementary school." Kenny poked fun at Craig, remembering the only time fashion had really been a huge thing in South Park with the appearance of metrosexuality.
"Fuck you, I looked fantastic." Craig retorted, but he knew perfectly well that he didn't believe what he was saying.
"We should go shopping. Let the master Kenny dress you." Kenny suggested with a flourish, shaking out a shirt he'd selected with some logo on the front from a show he vaguely thought he recognized. "What is this again?"
Craig sighed, but glanced back over at his blonde companion and said, "A Transformers T-shirt?"
"Transformers! I knew it had robots." Kenny exclaimed, pulling the shirt over his head.
"Sure you did."
"Where you a fan of Transformers?"
"I used to be." Craig sat up again, knowing now that it didn't look like Kenny shut up unless he was sleeping or his mouth otherwise occupied. "I liked it because it was always on in between Red Racer seasons, so it worked out that I always had something to watch."
"Don't like it anymore though?" Kenny asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed near Craig's legs.
"The cartoons look fucking stupid to me now and the movies stopped being cool with the newest one. There's only so many explosions you can watch before you start to think the Autobots are just stage hands doing Michael Bay's bidding." Craig shrugged, sliding out of bed lazily and heading to the now unoccupied dresser.
"Wear skinny jeans, like me!" Kenny prompted and though Craig scowled back at him, he opened the drawer to rifle through and select a pair of dark purple jeans that, when put on and done up, were indeed skinny.
"Kyle always wears shirts with something clever written on them. I've noticed he does that a lot. Do you have anything like that?" Kenny asked, bouncing idly on the bed that didn't give much room to spring. It really wasn't a soft bed.
Craig was silent for a bit, looking through drawers until he held up a black shirt with white writing on it.
"This is the only one with words I've got that isn't a band shirt." Craig replied.
Kenny narrowed his eyes and read the saying on the shirt. It fit. The shirt read, 'My parents said I could be anything when I grew up…so now I'm an asshole.'
"Where did you get that shirt?"
"Mexico." Craig shrugged, putting the shirt back into the drawer and picking out a plain black one. "My parents went there after they won a free trip and Mary brought this back for me."
Kenny laughed.
"I'm not sure if that's insulting or not."
"Neither was I, but I liked the shirt, so it didn't matter." Craig closed up the drawers and leaned over to a small mirror Kenny had missed propped up between the wall and dresser to ruffle his hair and brush it flat with his fingers.
"Do you own a hair brush?" Kenny stood, following Craig to the mirror and locking his arms around Craig's waist as the latter fixed his hair.
"Yes, but I don't need it unless I have a shower."
Kenny reached up with one hand and stuck his fingers into the hair Craig was messing with and proceeded to undo all the work that had been done. He laughed as he saw Craig's displeased expression and withdrew his hand.
"Sorry. But your hair is really soft, I never would have guessed." Kenny mumbled, resting his chin on Craig's shoulder, ignoring the occasional smacks Craig would give him as his fingers slid through his dark hair and into Kenny's blonde tresses by accident.
"There's not a lot about me that you really got to know. It's not like we ever really hung out much before now." Craig mumbled lazily, fiddling with his fringe until he was happy with the way it sat and shooed Kenny away from him. "What's your plan for the day?"
"Depends. You want me in or out?" Kenny stuck out his thumbs, one towards the window and one towards the stairs leading to the kitchen.
Craig shrugged noncommittally and headed towards the stairs.
"I don't have much planned for the day, so I guess you could stay here for a bit."
Kenny beamed and followed, his grin faltering only for a second as Craig added, "And wash my clothes before you bring them back, okay?"
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After what was probably the laziest lunch he'd had in months, Kenny left Craig's house with the intent of going home. Not to stay, god no, but he was running out of clothes to wear. He hadn't been sure how long Kyle would let him stay and as he realized it was going on a full week since he'd left, he knew he'd need more supplies. Kyle had let him borrow the odd shirt here and there and still hadn't mentioned anything about all the food Kenny was eating, but Kenny still knew if he was going to continue living there for the time being, he'd need to stop being such a mooch.
It didn't look like anyone was home, but the distinct lack of cars in the family aside from his own was not much of a tell. As he thought about cars, he wished he'd thought to go home and take his. All this walking was hurting his feet. Kenny looked down at the worn in black shoes he had for work and scowled.
Unlocking the door was easy. And by easy, Kenny meant unnecessary. It seemed whoever had been here last had forgotten to lock up. He pocketed his set of keys, his fingers closing around the key to Kyle and Clyde's apartment with an almost desperate grip. When he'd received it, it had looked so nice and shiny by comparison to the grimy key for his own house which Kenny had once painted over in White Out. Now it was pulling little threads from the insides of his pockets and scraping the left over White Out from his house key.
Kenny wasted no time getting to his room, his whole body tense as he listened for any sign that his parents might be home. He'd managed to get a decent backpack from Karen's room and fill it with extra clothes, some bathroom utilities like his razor and toothpaste, and a pair of boots he'd spent far too much money on and had been far too proud of before he heard anything threatening.
"Where the hell have you been?"
It was like they could smell him, seriously.
Kenny flinched and looked out his doorway to see his mother climbing the stairs, still in her uniform from Olive Garden. She'd been hired and fired from there so many times it was a wonder the restaurant was still doing so well, but Kenny decided now was not a good time to make a joke about it. Instead he tried to be polite.
"Just get back from work, mom?"
"I was in the back with your father, now how about you answering my damn question."
*Carol McCormick was awfully coherent for how drunk she must have been. Kenny looked his mother over and had all of a second to remember back when he was a kid and she actually gave a shit about him. He wondered if his days as a superhero had influenced the niceties. How nice it would be to just appear as Mysterion again and scare the shit out of her just one more time…
"I've been at a friend's house. I'm working lots, and it's closer to the store than here." Kenny lied, at least about the last half, but he knew his mother wouldn't care. After his observations a second ago, it was clear his mother had gone to work drunk again and there was always a stash of wine in the back of such a well known restaurant. When Carol wasn't washing dishes, she was sneaking food and alcohol.
"You tell your little friend you can't be fucking around over at their house, you have things to do here." Carol snapped, leaning heavily on Kenny's doorframe and blinking slowly. Drunk indeed.
"I don't have 'little' friends anymore, mom, I'm twenty two." Kenny kept his voice calm but he knew exactly where this was headed and he felt his stomach flip over in disgusted apprehension.
"When I was twenty two, I was married with two kids already. Responsibilities come before your friends. You got to work just fine here, you can keep doing that."
Kenny gave a short laugh, unintentionally, but his mother heard it all the same and her voice rose to a shrill level as she shouted an accusatory, "What?"
Ugh. Kenny had made vows and prayers as a child that he'd never end up like his mother or father. The amount of alcohol and drug abuse they'd done to themselves had made them aggressive and nasty. Whatever love they'd had for their children had been left at the bottom of a bottle. And it was this depressing realization that caused Kenny to keep talking.
"You count being pregnant at sixteen responsible? And when was it exactly that you had Kevin?" Kenny turned to face his mother, fingers gripping the handle of the backpack so hard his knuckles were turning white. He knew this was the worst thing to do, engage in a confrontational argument with his family, but he was done. He wanted out and as soon as he got to Kyle's, he'd suggest his new plan to the brilliant red head who had been dubbed the Planner of the whole group since he was twelve years old.
"I raised you, you little shit. I took care of you and your brother and sister and this is what I get in return?" Carol slipped from the door frame just a little and both of her hands came up to brace herself against the walls. She stood unsteadily and tried to take a step into Kenny's room, but only managed to stumble back and forth before anchoring herself right in Kenny's way. "You leave home without so much as a note, your sister fucks off with her friends. We raise you and you leave us."
"You were too drunk to read a note, mom." Kenny said, standing his ground though he could feel his legs begin to shake as his mother built up steam in her anger. The most maddening part of it all was that Kenny knew it was only because she was drunk in the afternoon. The day always started with whiskey and ended with whatever foul substance they had growing in their backyard or chilling in their fridge. And again, Kenny ached with the desire to just leave and borrow Kyle's laptop to find any shit hole he could afford that didn't come included with his parents.
"You." Carol started, pointing a finger at Kenny and inching forwards as she kept her feet apart and her arms at her sides in some futile attempt to keep her balance. Kenny would have thought it funny if he didn't know what was about to come. "You, out of all of them, are the most disrespectful. Too drunk to read a note, fuck you, I can read.
Just because we're poor and your daddy is too STUPID," Carol leaned back to yell that, as if expecting Stuart McCormick to hear it from outside…which, with the thin walls in this shit shack, maybe he actually could. "-to find a job to support us. So I work my ass off to put food on our table and I get shit for it. Shit from your dad, shit from Kevin who's too GOOD to come and fucking visit us once in a while, and now shit from you."
"If you worked your ass off to stop drinking and maybe try taking care of yourself better, maybe you wouldn't get shit from anyone." Kenny said, reluctantly dropping his bag and reaching out to his mother. "Did you forget everything that Mysterion kid told you back then?"
Carol blinked uncertainly at her son, spotting his hand and swatting it away from her.
"I don't have to listen to something a fucking kid says to me." She spat out, but Kenny got the feeling she didn't even know who he was talking about. Typical.
"I'm not proud of everything I've done in life." Carol continued and for a brief second, Kenny's eyes widened and he was surprised. Was his mother actually admitting faults? But as soon as it came, the clarity had turned offensive. "For example, I could have married a rich fucker instead of your worthless father, and I certainly would have thought twice about going to that damn cult. Fucking monsters and hooded bitches. And I got you out of it."
Here it comes.
Kenny had heard this particular rant a few times, and it hurt every single time. He knew it wasn't easy being the one who had to deal with their son dying only to be reborn the next morning, but…
"If I hadn't dealt with that fucking club, I wouldn't have to deal with you being a fucking alien. I'd have gotten an abortion if I didn't think you'd come right the fuck back."
Kenny's chest ached. It wasn't the same as the pain he'd felt around Craig, this one was decidedly depressing and for a moment, Kenny thought he was going to lose his strength. He had told himself countless times that she didn't mean what she said, she was drunk. When she was sober, she was kind and would apologize. But those sober windows had been getting smaller and smaller until Kenny wasn't sure if Carol ever sobered up anymore.
And as Carol opened her mouth to say something else, something Kenny was sure would be devastating and unpleasant, Kenny picked up his bag and squeezed past his mother. He headed for the stairs and was down them before his mother could even take the first one. She wobbled on the steps, holding on to the railing and shouted, "Hey!" after him repeatedly until he couldn't hear her anymore.
He wasn't sure if he was more upset or angry, but the blood was pounding in his ears and his stride was a lot quicker than his usual one. He really wished he'd brought his car. Kenny slung the backpack over his shoulder and made a mental note to let Karen know he had one of her bags. Kenny balled his hands into fists, his nails digging into the palms of his hands and he pushed himself to move faster. He needed to get to Kyle's.
Kenny was unsure if it was what his mother had actually said or how hard he'd pushed his legs to move him faster, but by the time he reached the front door of the apartments, he was shaking. The key missed the lock a few times but eventually he clicked it to the right and stepped inside, his heart racing as he tried to calm himself down from what must have been more exercise than he'd done in years. When he finally entered the apartment, he threw his bag onto the couch and sat at one of the chairs Clyde kept up at the kitchen counter like a bar set up.
His thoughts swirled around in his head like someone had shaken a snow globe and he kept hearing his mothers disdain for having to deal with him creep up in the mess.
"Fuck." Kenny swore, dropping his head to the table and forcing himself not to think of anything. It wasn't until a small voice said, "Ken?" that he even realized the pounding sound had disappeared from his ears.
Kenny didn't move his head from the table, but he asked in return, "Kyle?" It must have been after four o'clock. He hadn't even realized lunch and his clothes trip had taken that long.
"You okay?" Kyle asked, coming up beside him and putting a hand on his back.
"No." Dammit. Kenny wanted to lie to Kyle and tell him everything was fine to avoid the boy worrying any more about him, but his mouth had ruined it for him.
The hand left his back and Kenny looked up out of sheer curiosity as he heard Kyle open up cupboards in the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice raspy from exerting himself in the walk home.
"Making you some hot chocolate." Kyle said, smiling at his friend over his shoulder. "It's not much, but you look like you need a drink."
"Crown Royal." Kenny muttered, but he knew Kyle didn't have whiskey in the house. He had tons of Smirnoff Ice coolers hidden away in the compartment of the fridge Kenny had been forbidden to touch, but Kenny didn't want a cooler. It wasn't strong enough to do what he wanted it to.
"I thought you went to Craig's. Was he an ass?" Kyle asked. The boy probably knew by now that he shouldn't pry into Kenny's problems, but if he did, he ignored that knowledge.
Kenny sighed and indulged his friend.
"No. I went home for new clothes and stuff and mom was back from work."
"Was SHE an ass?"
"Yes."
Kyle's simple insult at his mother was enough to tug at Kenny's lips, almost forming a smile before he remembered that he was miserable.
"I had a great night with Craig and a great morning, so I figured maybe I could sneak in and just get some of my shit before anyone noticed and she caught me. Went off on a huge rampage about how I'm not being responsible because I'm leaving them and how she thinks she raised me well and deserves better than this." Kenny confessed. Half of him never wanted to speak of this again and the other half wanted to shout out his problems and have Kyle hug him and tell him everything was alright even if it wasn't.
"The most responsible thing you've done so far is leave that house." Kyle said, boiling water in a little silver electric kettle thing his mother had given to him as a hand-me-down.
"That's what I thought." Kenny rolled his eyes.
Kyle leaned on the counter in front of Kenny, a small smile on his face as he said, "Don't let her get to you."
He held up a hand as Kenny opened his mouth to reply and continued, "I know that's an almost impossible feat, but try. She's drunk. She loves you, as any parent loves their kids, even if she's super shit at showing it."
"What's next, you'll be telling me she's just having a bad day and I should be waiting for some sappy family hug if I ever go back home?" Kenny asked sarcastically, unsure if Kyle knew exactly what he was talking about. His parents were not normal parents and if they loved anything, Kenny firmly believed it was the impressive collection of beer bottles and cans that had been taking up all the room of their basement. Which was really just a dug out hole under the house.
"I'm not telling you to wait for anything, I'm just trying to bandage the wounds she made." Kyle said, unfazed by Kenny's sarcasm. "She's apologized in the past and I know when we were kids, she loved you. I can't imagine that's changed in the last few years just because you left home."
"You clearly don't know my family. Alcohol has become their blood now. Not a single coherent thought that's had any kind intentions to it has passed through them since I was thirteen and they decided to get me a scooter for my birthday." Kenny said, wallowing in misery though he knew Kyle was only going to thwart his attempts by being nice.
Watching Kyle make the hot chocolate, Kenny wondered why exactly his friend wasn't more fazed about this. Usually it was all gung-ho about whose ass needed to be kicked or something along those lines. Granted, Stan was usually the one to suggest busting knee-caps in a parking lot, so maybe Kyle just played a little off of Stan's bravado. It had been a while since Kyle had comforted Kenny alone.
Kenny looped a finger into the handle as Kyle handed him his drink and let his friend wrap him in a one armed hug.
"Ken, nothing I say about your parents is going to make you feel better." Kyle said, his chin on Kenny's shoulder and his breath warm against Kenny's neck and ear. It would have been attractive, had Kyle not been talking about his family. "Any good I tell you, you're going to deny. Any bad I tell you will just make things worse."
"You're pretty shit at helping me forget I'm mad at my parents, you know." Kenny mumbled in return.
Kyle pulled away and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry. Just…look. Come sit with me outside for a bit, it's really nice out there. I wanted to suggest something to you anyway, it might cheer you up." Kyle said, making his way towards his room and the outdoor patio, keeping his eyes on Kenny to ensure he'd be following. Reluctantly, Kenny did.
He managed to slide into the one chair before Kyle did, but the red head didn't seem to care, looking off into the parking lot below them for a few seconds before clearing his throat.
"I wasn't sure you'd be into this idea, because of Karen and all, but maybe you need to hear it now." Kyle began and Kenny watched the red head fidget with his cup that was still too hot to drink from.
"Go on." Kenny prompted, taking a test sip of his own drink. It was scalding hot, but it didn't bother him so much right now.
"Clyde and I have been talking for a long time about, you know, the whole us as roommates thing. We kinda did it spontaneously because both of us wanted out of the house. But Clyde has been thinking of moving somewhere closer to his work. I can't move there, it's too expensive for me, but a one bedroom he can afford on his own. I…I don't know, I guess I was kind of hoping you'd like it here and I could offer maybe a place to live?"
Kenny just stared at Kyle for a second before clarifying.
"You're asking me to move in with you?"
Kyle shrugged.
"When I invited you over to stay initially, no, I wasn't planning on it, but Clyde's getting serious about moving in the next couple months, so I had to bring it up to you sooner or later." Kyle said, that sheepish look back on his face. "I really wanted to wait and bring it up to you when you were more…calm," He mouthed the word 'sorry' to Kenny after that before continuing. "-before this. You've only been here a week and-"
"Why not Stan?" Kenny interrupted, trying hard to keep the excitement down. He knew right away that this would cause more problems with his family, but the slightest chance he had of moving out of that house reminded him of what Craig had asked. "I can't afford too much and Karen's still at home."
"First off, the rent isn't that much. Since we split it, it's only about three hundred and sixty, so about half a paycheck. I know you still do car stuff but if you let me mooch rides off you every now and then I'll help with gas and insurance." Kyle rattled off information which led Kenny to believe he'd had this all planned out for some time. There was that Planner Kenny had wanted to speak with a while ago. "Second, you can talk to Karen, right? Maybe there's someone she can bunk with for a bit, or ways we can go visit her at home so she's still got you there, but not directly in the line of fire."
"And Stan?" Kenny asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed Kyle blatantly left his significant other off the list.
Kyle shrugged and looked down at his feet.
"I don't know. We're almost a year in and…" Kyle paused and shifted uncomfortably. He let out a sort of frustrated huff and said, "You can't tell him, okay?"
Kenny raised a hand as if to swear he wouldn't tell Stan what Kyle had to say, not that he would tell him even if Kyle had insisted he do so. Their relationship was theirs alone and Kenny didn't meddle.
"It's scary." Kyle confessed. "I don't know why, but it is. I don't think we're ready to be roommates because if we start living together and this relationship goes on, it just gets really serious."
Kenny actually laughed at that, giving credit to Kyle for making him laugh when he was supposed to be upset.
"You're just realizing now that Stan is serious about you." Kenny asked incredulously.
"Fuck you, no. I know that part." Kyle flipped Kenny off and a smile tugged at Kenny's lips. "It's just that if we live together, he might want to share a room and be serious that way and we're far too young to just start some happy fucking home life together. Waking up being like 'hey hun, what's for breakfast?', I don't do that sitcom shit."
"You do with me."
"That's different, you're like…" Kyle fell silent for a second and laughed quietly. "Oh, wow, alright. Pertaining to the earlier conversation. I was going to say, you're already like family to me, so it's natural to act like that."
Kenny blinked stupidly at Kyle for a second and laughed again.
"Awww, Kyle!" Kenny said, rather loudly, and he stood up to pull Kyle into a hug. He wasn't sure why, but Kyle saying he was like family kind of made him want to cry. Happy tears, mind you, not sad ones.
"Except I proposition you on your fold out couch, so we're like cousins, let's say." Kenny teased, poking at Kyle's side.
"Gross, let's just pretend you don't do that shit and keep it undefined." Kyle said with a chuckle. "You're my best friend, dude, what did you expect after so many years?"
Kenny took this opportunity to revert the conversation back to stop himself from getting all sappy at Kyle's words.
"Speaking of best friends, let's go back to Stan." Kenny said, snickering as he heard Kyle groan. "So why are you scared to share a room with him, haven't you guys done that before?"
Kyle rolled his eyes as Kenny pulled away to fall back into his chair, trying to keep the hot chocolate steady.
"Of course we have, it's just…you know, we usually just fall asleep up in one or the other's rooms, we don't just hang up in there."
Kenny gasped, putting on an overdramatic show before he leaned forward and curiously asked, "You guys haven't done it yet, have you?"
Kyle's face was priceless. Kenny thought for a full second and a half that he was actually going to drop his hot chocolate mug, but the red head was steady despite the sudden rush of color to his face.
"That's none of your business, Kenny." Kyle said, trying to be threatening, but from his reaction alone, Kenny could tell Kyle was still inexperienced. Though he was only too happy to pry into Kyle's lack of sex life and how Stan was taking it, Kenny kept his questions to himself. There were more important things to discuss; things that might just cheer Kenny up enough that he'd get some sleep tonight.
"Fine fine. So about moving out. Would I need to be ready for a certain time? Are you being kicked out if he leaves?" Kenny asked, focusing on something a little less personal.
Kyle seemed unable to find himself in the conversation for a second but he shook his head briefly and managed to get out, "I'm not sure. I'll talk to Clyde about it tomorrow, but would you be interested?"
Would Kenny be interested. Kenny would have given Kyle shit for not already knowing the answer if he wasn't certain his friend was one of those over thinkers who needed to have written and verbal permission to do something like this.
"Of course I am." Kenny said.
Of course he was.
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Author's Note:
*- Carol is the fan given name for Mrs. McCormick.
Though I know throughout the series Carol shows she loves her son, I know personally what happens to alcoholics or drug addicts if they continue with it and that led to this portrayal of her in the story.
As an added note, I've become very busy with work and an upcoming Crenny story I will be posting weekly after IHYLTU is finished, so I will be trying (trying, not promising) to get out two chapters for my next update. I've got a full work schedule and then a weekend in the States, so I'll try and stockpile a bunch of chapters to release whenever I get the chance.