Depths of Gloom (Stan x Kenny)

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Kenny was glad that Cartman remained so obnoxiously nihilistic throughout the recent years, it made for hilarious conversation early in the morning.

"So, I said to the little faggot, 'Hey! Respect my goddamn authority, and accept the fact that everything is pointless, and you should totally give me all your cool ass armor, 'cause I'm just gonna kill you, and take it anyway!'. Guess what he said, Kenny?" Cartman didn't give him a second to open his mouth: "Nothing! He left the party like a bitch!"

He couldn't believe he listened to that much of his rant, but Kenny guessed it might've been the shrooms. He was a bit unfocused. Since leaving Cartman's for Kyle's though, he had managed to keep Stan off his mind.

Oh, well, nevermind. That was short lived. Kenny scowled at the house coming into view. Stan was already there waiting for him. How did he know?

Sometimes, it was annoying how well they knew each other; Stan wasn't supposed to realize that Kenny would try to avoid him. He'd probably be pissed. And, by the way he narrowed his eyes at Kenny immediately, he definitely was.

Cartman had stopped talking at some point after realizing that Kenny wasn't listening to a single word, but he continued to remain silent at the other exchange taking place. There was already something different about how they were interacting.

Kenny sent him a glare before greeting Stan: "Hey."

He wasn't impressed. "I know what you're doing."

A car drove by on the street behind them, causing Stan to tense up obviously. It proved his point, so Kenny scowled. "I think it makes sense."

He rubbed his temples erratically. "No. Told you, I'm like glue."

Kenny didn't have more to say. It seemed like Stan was going to insist on involving himself with someone dangerous, no matter the consequences. For now, he let the anxiety dissipate as his vision grooved with the relaxing substance in his bloodstream.

Getting in Kyle's car as the ginger finally exited the house, Stan noticed Kenny's loose expression. He kept staring.

"Stan?" Kenny lifted an eyebrow at the behavior.

He didn't break the unreadable stare for another moment. Finally, Stan just huffed: "You're pissing me off."

The other two in the car caught the tension in the air, exchanging an unusual look of dismay at the situation. Kenny and Stan rarely argued seriously, it made for a really uncomfortable car ride. Finding himself not caring for the time being, Kenny stared out the window.

He wanted to be alone.

Once the car was in park again, he left faster than the others could keep up with. Kenny had to get away from Stan. He couldn't fucking look at him, especially since the shrooms were already wearing off. The exhaustion was hitting him again instead, and Kenny had to slow his pace around the back of the school as his legs screamed in pain.

Kenny heard the crunching in the grass a few paces behind him then, steadily getting faster as his vision wavered - it wasn't a huge surprise that Stan decided to follow him. He grasped the brick wall of the school, sight shrinking nearly to the size of a pin as the rough substance collected under his nails.

"Ken!" Stan closed the rest of the gap from a few feet away. He caught his left hand, squeezing it to bring Kenny back to consciousness. "Why the hell are you passing out?! Do you need food? I can-"

"No." He stated firmly, attempting to push the other away, despite his vision still being overtaken by the black spots. "Go to class."

It just pissed him off more. "Stop shutting me out!" Kenny successfully ripped away from him this time, staggering off toward the football field. Stan wasn't having it, though: "Kenny! You owe me!"