Run, boy, run! |South Park Crenny|

Knotty Hair (5)

Craig's Perspective.

Shit man, I can't believe I let Kenny in my house. It is twelve AM and he doesn't even realize how fucked up this situation is. I stood parallel to my front door, with Kenny to my left. I didn't wait another second to open the door.

"I can't tell weither to be offended or.. not offended. I mean, you did bandage me— well now I sound like a.. never mind. Thanks Craig", the blonde shit spoke. "Sure. I would appreciate it though if you didn't show up at twelve. A. M.". I spared him no mercy.
"Don't worry. One time thing. Well, a hui hou kaua".

And just like that, McWhoredick disappeared. Congratulations Kenny, non-existing therapist now knows your name.

Time frame skip: The following day.

Kenny's Perspective.

It was a struggle to fall asleep that morning. My body aches for food and drugs. Medicine and Alcohol both work, but medicine would be more favorable today. Maybe if I had opened up a little more, he wouldn't have seen and acted like I was a ruthless bastard and have given me food. Well, there is no point in dwelling in the past. That isn't an option, when it comes to Karen's health. Hell, even Kevin should at least have some food in his system.

I am usually fine though, mostly because of people like Butters and Token whom sneak me an apple between passing periods. I shouldn't get used to it though, because there will always be a day where they won't give me the same friendly look.

Even though it's a normal thing, it still makes my eyes sting thinking about that stuff. I mean, I am about to turn into a fifteen year old male teenager. My focus should be titties and having the newest gaming console. Yeah. Titties.

I squirm off my crappy mattress and look through the window. The sun was rising, over the mountain and making the ironic South Park pine trees reflect a golden glow. I have a mark in the window, just a little line, horizontal and half smeared but still there. Once the sun reaches the mark, I know it is time to get moving.

"K.. Kenny?" I turned towards the voice to see Karen. She looked tired, as I cringed at the visible knots in her hair. With a sigh, I let out a muffled "Hey Kare-Bear". As I stood up, I could tell she got a better view of my new halloween costume.

"What's with the bandages? Are you ok?" I hate telling Karen lies but it's for the (my) greater good. "So uh you see, I was at a friends house and a cabinet filled with glass plates fell close to me and yeah", I ranted and hoped I was audible enough.

A silence filled the room. "Oh okay. Be careful... Also Ken, any chance can you help me brush my hair? If your not busy". Mission success.

A decent amount of brushing and scavenging, Kenny found a decently clean outfit for both Karen and himself and brushed Karen's hair. With little water, it would be a waste to clean our faces. "You have your homework", I questioned her. Karen nodded.

I peeked at the messy living room. Both parents were dead asleep, and the path I cleared last night was enough to make it to the door. Soon enough, I had my hand on our busted door. Not too firm, or it will get even more wrecked.
I gently opened the door (👹).