Breaking Of The Know-it-all (Creek)

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Stop and wait a sec.
When you look at me like that, my darlin',
What did you expect?
I'd probably still adore you,
With your hands around my neck,
Or I did last time I checked...

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August 18th, 3:10 am.

Kenny sighed, as he drove around the familiar block. Even though he grew up playing in that neighborhood, he'll admit it: he doesn't remember where his friends' houses are. Or maybe it's just the alcohol that's blocking his memory. Even though he didn't drink as much as his friends, and he's mostly sober, he's praying that the cops won't show up out of nowhere. He can't afford another ticket.

He knows Kyle's house is a green one. Which one? God knows which...

He kept driving, trying to ignore his friends' screams and laughter coming from the backseats. He didn't want Butters to wake up, even though the guy would still be asleep if a missile fell next to them. He's used to this, though. Butters passed out on the passenger seat, Cartman and Stan fighting over God-knows-what, and Kyle just beating them for no reason. Tweek would be lying down, using his friends' legs as a bed, because Kenny's car doesn't have space for more seats. He would be laughing at the stupidity happening in front of him, so Kenny doesn't consider him a threat. The blond knows they'll eventually start throwing things around, and he doesn't want that.

"You guys, shut up, will ya? Kyle, which one is your house?"

"I'm honestly offfffended you don't... you don't know which one is my house- Kenny... I know it's a green one...?" Kyle said, surprisingly unsure if he was answering correctly.

"Well, duh." Kenny stopped the car on the sidewalk, so he could think. He looked at all of the houses in front of him, trying to see if any of them was more familiar than the others.

'Don't tell me I gotta go over to every single green house, and look inside...'

And that's what he did. Sighing, he stepped out of the car, locking it (just to make sure they don't leave the car and get run over), he unlocked his phone, and lit up another cigarette. In the meanwhile, he dialed Craig's number. He brought the phone up to his ear, still hearing the muffled screams from inside the car.

"Hello?"

"Craig, dude. Thank god you picked up."

"You're not drunk, are you?" The ravenhead laughed from the other side of the line. He could hear Jimmy, Tolkien and Clyde's voices in the background, so he assumed they were still at his friend's bachelor party.

"Nop. You know I'm not." He giggled, walking over to another house. "Listen- this is going to sound really weird, but do you remember which number was Kyle's house?"

"Kyle's? Isn't it like... 1002 in the Avenue de Los Mexicanos?"

"Sometimes you're actually useful, did you know that?"

"Shut it, McFucking." Both laughed. "Tell me Tweek isn't passed out in the backseat."

"Well, he is in the backseat, but not passed out. He's just there. Existing. Just him, himself, and his drunkness."