I sit on top of the slightly tall building, my legs dangling off the edge and a cigarette lazily lying on my mouth. The sun was setting and the sky was the whole color wheel. This was always how I spent my nights- relaxing and watching over the streets. The wind blew harshly and I shivered in my orange hoodie. My blonde hair was a mess, I never really did anything to help my appearance.
I lay back on the building and watch the stars appear. I let out a sigh and close my eyes. I didn't get any sleep last night, my parents, like always, were fighting and keeping my brother, my sister, and I up. I went to Karen's room to sleep because I wanted her to be able to sleep well, she always got scared of our parents yelling and screaming. She was only 6, while my brother and I were 16. Karen always looked up to me, and she knew I would always protect her. She always called me her 'Guardian Angel'. She never liked Kevin, he was always mean to her. He was more like our parents than us, he was very rude but he was mostly quiet.
"Kenny? Is that you?" I hear that nasally voice and I instantly know who it is. I sit up an see his normal beanie hat and his blue hoodie. His black hair was sticking out of his hat. I run my hand through my blonde hair.
"Craig Tucker. What a surprise." I say with a chuckle. I stand up and jump off the building, landing flat on my feet. I return my hands to my pocket and take a draw of my cigarette. Craig's face went through about ten emotions at once, and he sputters.
"How did you just do that and not die?!"
I shrug and smirk. "I have my ways."
Craig shrugs and agrees. I lean up against the building and we both stand, watching the cars drive past.
"You wanna come up?" I muffle through my cigarette, taking a draw and point to the top of the building. He ponders for a second and then nods.
"Sure. Why not."
I climb up the broken ladder again and go back to my spot on the edge of the building. Craig sits next to me and we both lay back and look at the stars shining brightly in the sky.
"Why are you out so late? It's twelve." I ask Craig, glancing over at him.
"I couldn't sleep. I wanted get out. Why are you out?"
I sigh and stay silent for a minute.
"I don't know, to be honest. I don't know why I'm not home." I really didn't. Karen was probably still awake in her bed, waiting for me. I didn't have a valid reason to be up here tonight. I put my cigarette out and threw it off the building.
We both sat in silence. It was a nice silence, though, one that you could fall asleep to.
That's exactly what we did, too. I woke up to the bright light of the sun in my face. I hurriedly sat up, watching the traffic move from below.
"Shit. Craig," I shoved him, "Craig. Wake up." He mumbles and rolls over, his back now facing me. I shrug, I'm down for not going to school, and I know he will be too.
I pull out a cigarette and light it, taking a draw and closing my eyes.
"Kenny, what the hell are you doing up there?" God, every single time and try to get some peace in quiet.
I look down and see Kyle, Cartman, and Stan below, on their way to the bus stop, I suppose.
I shrug. "Nothing much. Just chilling." I take another draw of my cigarette.
"Who's up there with you?" Stan says, pointing to Craig. I look over at his sleeping body, and look back at my friends.
"Craig." I say and shrug. "We fell asleep up here."
"Craig? Why is he up there with you? I didn't think you guys hung out." Kyle asks.
"We didn't- we don't. It was just a coincidence."
"Better just be. Don't want us to think your a fag, Kenny." Cartman says.
Stan and Cartman laugh as Kyle follows behind them, and Kyle stops and looks up at me with a sad face. I look at him puzzled and he runs off to catch up with the other two losers. I shrug and finish my cigarette before throwing it off the building.
I didn't know why but what Cartman said hurt me. I have no clue why, nothing ever fazes me. But why does it matter who I love? Who cares? It's not like I'm hurting anybody. I'm not with Craig anyways, but if I was, it shouldn't matter if we were together or not.
I look over at Craig and stand up. I bend down to pick Craig up and I walk over to the ladder, some how managing to climb down it without falling. He cuddles closer into my chest and I smile. Why the hell am I warming up to him? This needs to stop, I'm not gay.
I walk to my house because I would much rather deal with my quiet house than get yelled at by his parents for keeping him out all night. My house was always super quiet in the morning, both my parents were either gone or in totally separate parts of the house.
I walk through the screen door, it slamming against the frame and it would only take a minute for someone to figure out I was home. I rush to my room and close the almost broken door and lay him on my small mattress. His face looked distressed and I figured it was because it was now cold, and he didn't have my body heat so I grabbed him my blanket and covered him up.
I walked out of my room and the house was eerily quiet. I didn't understand why it was quiet. Sure, it was pretty silent in the mornings but not this silent.
I walked into Karen's room to see if she had went to school this morning and she wasn't there so I assumed she did. I'm glad she got sleep last night without me there. I didn't always sleep with her, but she told me that just my presence made her feel safe, like I wouldn't let anything happen to her, and she is right. I love her more than I love anybody.
I walk back into my room and Craig is sitting up now, and he looks over at me when I come in.
"Kenny? Why am I here?"
"You fell asleep with me on the rooftop, and we would already be late for school and I knew you wouldn't want to go to school so I brought you here."
He just yawns and nods, and I sit next to him. He looked so cute like this, I'm not going to lie. His hat was hanging off his head and his eyes were barely open. He noticed me looking at him and he blushed.
"What? Why are you looking at me?" He says with a laugh.
I bit my lip and glance at his, and back up into his eyes. I shrug. I didn't know what overcame me, but I slam our lips together. He tasted sweet, and I was already addicted. He was shocked at first and he didn't move, but he started to kiss back and he ran his fingers through my hair.
I picked him up and he let out a squeak and I shoved him against the wall, deepening the kiss. I bit his lip and he moaned into the kiss, making me want to take him right here, right now. I controlled myself, though, I wouldn't do anything. Yet.
Craig threw my hoodie over my head and took my white shirt off, which I was a little self conscious over because of my bruises and cuts. I let out a shaky sigh and Craig noticed, and he bent down to kiss my chest where one of my bruises were placed.
"You're beautiful, you know that, right?" He says, looking at me. I just chuckled and moved to sit on the bed. "You really are, Kenny. You're the most handsome boy I'm ever met."
"Thanks, but I don't see how." I say, running a hand through my hair. He grabs my free hand, and leans his head back on the wall.
"You know, to be honest, I've always had a crush on you." He says, looking at me and smirking.
I chuckled, "Even when you were with Bebe?"
"Even when I was with Bebe."
We laugh about it for a minute, and silence fills the room. I scoot over and lay on his lap, my head resting on his stomach. He started to play with my hair, and I slowly fell asleep. And for the first time in a long time, I fell asleep happy.
