CryBaby (COMPLETED)(South Park)

Chapter 2| Kevin

I feel my shirt slowly start to dampen at the brunette's continually flowing tears. His shoulders shake up and down with each sob, and his grip around my neck tightens. My eyes instantly go to Craig and Tweek, who seem to be enjoying the situation.

I look at them both for help, motioning wildly to the crying boy.

Craig simply shrugs, his eyes flashing with amusement.

"Aw Kevin! I'm so happy for you." Tweek smiles, clasping his hands together. "I just knew you'd finally get over your break up with Red. Although," Tweek taps his pointer finger to his chin in thought, titling his head to the side and gazing off. "I thought she was the gay one?"

Craig clearly finds this extremely amusing as he bursts out laughing. Tweek laughs at his own joke, making me want to shove his face into a locker.

But I wouldn't because although I'm taller than him, I'm far from being stronger than Tweek Tweak. This also means that I'm a little afraid of him. Okay, maybe more than a little.

With more teasing words from Tweek, I feel my face begin to burn with what I suspect is a red blush. The boy however, continues to cry. He ignores the words from Tweek, the stares from others and the laughs from Craig.

It makes me wonder what has this boy so upset. His big brown eyes were full to the brim with sadness, and it still made me want to hug him. Yet now he's actually hugging me, I feel awkward. There's a twisty feeling in my stomach, and it's extremely uncomfortable.

"Kevin." Craig's voice catches my attention, as I look away from the boy and focus my eyes on Craig.

"Yes?"

"As much as you may be enjoying the touch from someone who isn't related to you," I stick my tongue out at Craig, crossing my eyes. "People are staring, and it's really depressing to witness this.. Person?" He glances at Tweek, who shrugs, still giggling at his previous words about me, "sobbing in your arms. When don't you take him somewhere private?"

I sigh, and take the boys arms from around me. Craig's right. He deserves to cry in a place were a load of strangers aren't watching him. The boy looks up at me with tears sparkling in the corners of his eyes, red cheeks and a quivering bottom lip.

There's that twist again.

I instantly feel terrible, (maybe that's the twist?) and I take the boys wrist in my hand. I decide to guide him to a secluded area, one were there isn't a load of judging gazes on him.

I take him to an abandoned music room. When people stopped having an interest in playing an instrument, it happened pretty quickly, the room was locked up. Then the Vamp Kids found it and made it there's. It's currently empty, as its tradition for the Vamp Kids to go to the mall and check out the new stock in Hot Topic every Tuesday.

They're usually late because of it.

I enter the room, the sniffing boy trailing behind me. His sniffs are so quiet and small, as if he doesn't want me to hear them.

When I shut the door behind us and flick on the light,  the boy's hand digs into his coat pocket and he takes out a tissue. As he dabs his eyes and cleans his nose, I glance around the room.

The Vamp Kids have removed most of the musically instruments to one corner, minus a piano. It stands alone in the centre of the room, seemingly untouched and perfectly clean compared to everything else in the room.