Pizza, Fries and Cute Guys [ Crenny ]

The Mixed Feelings

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✖️Don't read if you're uncomfortable with cussing/swearing!✖️

I was pulled from the doorway by the collar of my parka, causing me to gasp in a slight surprise.

"Dude- what are you doing?"  The words spilled from my mouth in a confused manner, as Craig relaxed his grip on my bright but dull-looking orange parka collar, his expression in an emotion I couldn't recognize from the usually stoic raven-haired boy.

Huh?

"Hey, Kenny! What's happening, who's there?" I peeked my head back into the apartment door, seeing Kyle leaning on the table with a concerned look splattered on his freckled face, meanwhile, Stan sat silently and played on his phone.

"Don't worry, I'll just be a sec!" I called back to the ginger boy, forcing a reassuring grin.

"Well, we're gonna continue Guitar Queer-O, dude." Stan mentioned, glancing up from his phone screen.

I nodded, before stepping out from the apartment and closing the door behind me, leaning against it gently and turning my gaze to look at Tucker. Snowflakes dotted against his raven-black hair, looking like distant stars in the pitch black sky.

"Uh, So.. why are you back here?" I asked in my curious and confused state, breaking the silence between Craig and I.

The teen averted his dark hazel gaze to the concrete beside him, noticing his face had become more red than they were before. I grinned knowingly, chewing on my bottom lip a bit in amusement.

"Did you come here to confess your love to me?"

I cooed, smirking at him, before my smug moment was interrupted with Craig roughly grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down into a messy kiss. I felt my eyes widen in shock and as the slightly smaller teen shoved me into the door, causing a loud 'bang' against it.

Craig pulled away abruptly, releasing his surprisingly strong grip as I blinked, processing what the fuck just happened as I stared at him like an idiot.

"Fuck you, McCormick." He simply said, as if the whole thing was casual, his hazel gaze averting mine as he wiped his lips with his sweater sleeve. Before I could retort with a smart remark, Craig was already half-way down the sidewalk.

"Hey- what— wait, Craig!"

The other teen didn't reply back, clearly ignoring me as he continued down the road. I groaned, tipping my head back in slight annoyance, before running down the old, worn-out sidewalk after him.

"Dude, wait up-" I put a hand on Craigs shoulder, spinning him around to face me.

Craig furrowed his brows, glaring at me with his dark hazel eyes.

"Don't call me dude after making out with me." He hissed, his annoyance showing in his tone.

I let my hand drop from his shoulder, feeling a tension build between us.

"I- sorry, Craig." I replied in almost a whisper, blinking at his sudden change of mood.

"It's your damn fault that I like you, McCormick." He growled, taking a step back from me.

"My fault? How-" I was cut off by Craig, he yelled at me in a roar of words.

"Shut the fuck up, Kenny!"

I stood there, taken aback by his outburst. Not knowing what to stay, I just stood there.

Staring.

The cold wind screamed in our ears as it drifted by, snowflakes dusting Craig's face. His eyes now filled with tears, Craig turned his back to me, continuing to walk down the sidewalk as I stood there, not knowing what to do.

I watched his figure disappear down the sidewalk, standing in the cold moonlight for a moment longer, before walking back to the now familiar apartment, slipping off my boots. I plopped down on the couch, Stan and Kyle not noticing me as they concentrated on their game of Guitar Queer-O, the rock music filling my ears.

What just happened?

I quietly thought to myself, staring at the plain wall in front of me, replaying the previous scenes in my mind.

Does Craig Tucker like me?

"Kenny?" A familiar voice called out, blinking out of my daze, I glanced up at Stan.

"huh?" I verbally expressed my confused daze, raising my brows a bit.

"Are you alright? You've been staring at the wall for three minutes now." he pointed out, giving me a concerned look.

"Yeah, i'm fine, dude." I forced a small smile, standing up and stretching from the seat.

A familiar freckled face perked up from the dinner table, his brows raising in interest as he glanced at the two of us.

"What's up, Broflovski?" I questioned, flashing a classic smirk at the ginger teen.

I walked up to the table, pulling my now slightly cold slice of pizza and taking a bite from it.

"Meh, we almost made it to a million points again." Kyle shrugged, resting his chin on his palm. Stan joined us at the table, starting up a conversation.

"So, who was at the door, Kenneth?" he asked, giving me a curious glance, along with Kyle.

"Tucker." I simply replied, batting my eyes as if it were no big deal.

"Craig Tucker? seriously? I haven't seen him in years." Kyle exclaimed, his emerald green eyes going wide.

Stans eyes were wide as well, staring at me before glancing at the door for a quick moment.

"What was Craig motherfucking Tucker doing here, dude? What did he say even?"

Stan asked, his caramel eyes dimming slightly.

"Uh,"  I paused for a moment, thinking of a smart excuse to come up with.

"He heard I was hanging out here and came over just to diss me." I shrugged, knowing this was a fat lie. I tried to keep a straight face.

"What a dick, dude!" Kyle exclaimed, standing abruptly and slamming his hands onto the table in clear anger. I jumped at his sudden action, making a face at the freckled boy, then Stan, motioning at the ginger with a nod of my head as a cue for Marsh to calm him down.

"Yeah, what a dick." Stan agreed, ignoring my silent plea.

Fuck.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes momentarily.

"It's no big deal, really." I simply replied, opening my ocean blue eyes and giving a regretful look to the enraged pair.

"No, that's it, Kenny! We're going to get you to fight Craig Tucker. I'm sick of his edgy bullshit, he needs to grow the fuck up, and you're going to make him!" Kyle ranted, his freckled face flushing with a bright shade of red in anger, almost matching his ginger curls. Stan agreed in a quieter tone, stitching his brows together.

"Guys, fuck, no. I'm not fighting Craig." I firmly stated, furrowing my brows a bit.

"Yeah you fucking are, Kenneth. What, too scared of some old high school bully?"
Stan challenged, raising his left brow and giving me a shitty smirk.

"Oh, fuck off. I'm not scared of him." I replied defensively, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. Averting my gaze from the pair, I scrunched up my nose in thought.

I mean, he has been a dick for years..

I contemplated, my gaze softening in thought. I confirmed my decision in my head, whipping my gaze back to my two familiar friends.

"Alright, fine, i'll fight Craig Tucker."

[End of Chapter Three]

*Authors Note*

Hey, hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know, a lot happened with not much explanation, but, i'll get to it soon. No worries. Also, sorry for the slow update, i'll probably get another chapter up tomorrow, cya then!

~Joseph💮