17 Crimes [discontinued **read desc]

Would You Give Me A Moment?

He had just just about had it with that boy. He couldn't take it anymore! All of his constant bickering, saying he was to "lame" just because he didn't want to have some "fun"? He couldn't help he was busy with class work! It's the damn teachers fault, if you asked him. Anyways, the frustrated boy was names Kenny. Kenny McCormick to be specific. He groaned in frustration and practically slammed his head against the desk. He was glad Craig, the very annoying asshole who kept bothering him, was gone. Probably off to go bother one of their friends, or do god knows what. Kenny couldn't believe himself, but he missed the old Craig. The one who would flip someone off for no reason? The one who rarely spoke, but when he did, it was always so soft and quiet? What happened to that Craig? His best friend? He didn't like this stranger that had taken over his friends body. Kenny sighed and lift his head up from the desk. He shouldn't be thinking of that right now. He still had a shit tone of work to be done. A large portion of it just so happened had to be turned in the following day. Just his luck, right? Well, whatever. He could care less about his grades right now. He was tired as hell, and he wanted to get some much needed sleep. But he knew that if he went to bed right then and there, he would forget about it and probably accidently end up throwing it away.... Thus, getting a F on that assignment. He only had a few more questions anyways, so might as well finish it, right? Yeah... That would be the plan. Get these questions done, change into his sleepwear, and pass out. Oh, and take off his reading glasses. He'd fallen asleep in those before, and boy, was that shit broken when he woke up the next day! Kenny shook his head and continued working. He had been working on the worksheets and problems all day, and he just wanted to get his much needed sleep!

*Time Skip to after he finishes his questions cause I'm lazy af X33*

Finally. He was finally done. He couldn't believe it. It had definitely taken longer than he had expected to finish just a few problems, but oh well. All that mattered was that he was done. He sighed in relief and took off his glasses, neatly folding them and setting them down on the desk. He had to admit, he couldn't help but wonder where Craig was. 'Probably out with the others, smoking and what not...' Kenny thought bitterly. He couldn't stand the smell of cigarettes. They reminded him to much of home. And the fact that they can literally kill you, as well. Kenny looked for some clothes to change into, but came up short since nothing looked confortable enough to sleep in. What? He was a picky guy when it came to clothes nowadays. He decided to just throw on an old band t-shirt and take off his pants, leaving him in his boxers. 'Whatever, I can worry about looks in the morning..' Kenny thought. He flicked off the lamp and practically threw himself onto the bed and under the covers. He left one light on in case Craig came back, but he new that was an unlikely case. Oh well, better safe than sorry. It did get pretty dark in their room, especially at night. As much as Craig was an asshole, Kenny still didn't want him to get hurt.... Unless he deserves it. He sighed again. He needed to sleep, not think of Craig or whatever the fuck he was doing! Kenny rubbed his face into the pillow, thinking it would help him get rid of these thoughts. Groaning out in frustration, Kenny forced himself to close his eyes and think about other things. Surprisingly that worked and within minutes, he was asleep.

Kenny woke to banging at his door. Now, who the hell would come here to bother him at...... Three in the morning? Groaning about the fact that he was woken from his amazing sleep, he got up and went to go answer it. He opened it to see Stan carrying Craig. "....What happened?" Kenny asked, still a bit dazed. "We went to a party and he ended up passing out on my bed when we got back." Stan answered. Kenny sighed and said, "Thanks for bringing him back, Stan. You can go to bed now." Stan noticed that Kenny was obviously frustrated and gave said boy an apologetic look before he replaced Craig into Kenny's arms. They exchanged their farewells and while Stan walked off, Kenny closed the door and struggled to get Craig into his bed. He was a lot heavier than he looked. After some moments of struggle, Kenny eventually got him into his bed. Kenny sank down to the floor, panting at the tedious task he had just done. The asshole really thought he could handle a night of partying? Kenny laughed quietly and got himself off of the floor, making his way to his bed. He flopped onto it and threw the covers onto himself. He closed his eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. He dreaded getting up in a few hours...