What Is Your Problem? I Didn't Do Anything Wrong- (Crenny)

It's Raining It's Pouring.

| Kenny's POV | 

I was kinda happy that he let me be in his presence longer than 2 minutes, but it kinda only lasted a few minutes. After I have him his... 'Guinea Pig' he kinda just started treating me like he always does. I take a deep sigh midway then hold it back in to avoid bringing attention to myself. I jolted up and looked at him nervously. He looked at me confused after seeing me randomly jump like that. I smile at him.

"So uhm. Was there... something you wanted to say...? or..." I asked breaking the silence. "Uh- no? Why." He looked at me like I just asked him the stupidest question. "Well I mean you kinda dragged me up here-" I said hesitantly. 

The brunette looks at the rodent again, I guess he was thinking. A moment of silence passed as he turned to me again. he looked like he was about to say something but then stopped. "What was that paper about?" He said bluntly. I looked at him shook. "What are you talking about?". "The paper- you snatched from me rudely while you were "smoking" in the bathroom." He says the last part mockingly. I assume he may have caught on to what I was doing, but I just ignored it cause there was a low chance. Kinda reminded me of the pain in my arm again. 

"I was probably high. I don't remember." I decided to lie cause I didn't really want to talk about it. He shoved the paper in my face so I could read. It was insulting to me I could say the least as if he was the one that wrote it. I knew who did. It was obvious. "Oh- yeah... that. HA! Don't worry about it." I tried to shake it off- but Craig didn't seem to let it go.  He shook it in my face more, I think he was trying to upset me. I know what he's doing-... Oh hell no. I am not venting to this guy- I don't even know him as much now. "I know what you're doing. It not happening. Why do you even care- you are the last person I'd think that gives a shit about what is bothering me." I nudged his hand out of my face. And noticed he rose an eyebrow at me. "So there is something bothering you? I knew it." He says reading that paper again. "And? Dude- who cares-" I tightened my hood to avoid saying anything else. At that point, I just wanted to die right then and there. I'm not venting to this kid- What the only thing I could think about.

"I don't care. Actually- you just have been... off- lately." The brunette muttered. I tried to avoid the conversation, it sounded like he was getting all sappy. "That's gay," I said with a sudden voice crack which made me sound gay. I felt my cheeks light up in embarrassment. I normally didn't talk that much, so I understand why my voice cracked. He looked at me with a little smirk. "What the fuck was that McCormick?" He chuckled slightly. And I kinda lightened up for two reasons. One, I made him smile. Two, the name he called me by my last instead of that insult. His face eventually turned back to stone. "So?" he said impatiently sitting under the edge of the bed next to me. "So what?" I said kinda annoyed. "What's up with you." He said again. "Nothing dammit, I don't have to say shit. I'm fine." I got tired of the fucking hood because the stress of the conversation was giving me a headache. I couldn't take it off though. "Suit yourself McWhoremick." He said lifting himself off the floor. He held his hand out for me to grab. I held my hand out to him and then he grabbed me and pulled up my sleeve. 

"Hey!" I yelled kinda scared and yanked my hand back to quickly set up. "What the fuck is that." He said angrily. "Nothing you rude asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I said pulling my sleeve back down and started towards the door. "I just helped your little buddy survive a storm and you just walk into my personal life like it's nothing!?". "I just want to know what's wrong with you!". "Fuck you man! No you don't! You just want something to tell the school to make school less boring for you!" I suddenly felt a stinging pain in my head as Craig continued the argument. I wasn't really paying attention to what he said. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs and mumbled loud enough for him to hear. "I don't feel like fighting..." I walk towards the door and notice it's still raining. "You are really going out there?" I heard Craig from behind me. "Whatever tucker... Just... take care." I pulled my hood off my head and walked out not turning his way at all. 

Just die of a stupid sickness again. I felt water poor through my strains of hair. I think I heard Craig from a distance but didn't bother to turn. It was freezing out here. I sigh. Seeing my breath pierce through the bitter air. I started to hum to myself think about random shit in my head. Now that think about it I'm nothing but random. I started to hum to myself. Avoid any distractions this time. I remember the note that cartman threw at me again. Humming to myself as I walk home.  I walked for at least 13 minutes before actually creating the habit of singing out loud.

"It's raining, It pouring~" Whore

"The boy thought he was boring~" Fairy

"So he hung his head...~"  Poor

"And thought hed be dead...~" Lonely

"Then he woke up again the next morning~"  Die

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Die?

~A/N~ 

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