Hide me (Crenny)

The best of friends

The school day passed by quickly. Before he knew it, Craig was on his way home again. It was pretty hard, watching Kenny's friends all anxiously checking their phones every five minutes. Probably to see if there was any new information on his whereabouts. Craig couldn't help but feel guilty for not telling them, but he wouldn't let his emotions get the better of him.

It was better for everyone if Kenny remained under the radar for a while.

Craig walked through the front door of his house. His parents were still at work, and Tricia didn't get out of school for another half hour, meaning that Kenny was probably alone all day. Craig climbed the stairs and entered his room. Kenny laid sprawled out across the bed, snoring lightly. A line of drool connected his open mouth to the sheets, and was beginning to pool up under his face.

"Kenny."

Craig nudged his limp body, but Kenny's sleep remained undisturbed.

"Kenny," Craig repeated, shaking his shoulder. Kenny still didn't stir. Craig rolled his eyes, and with all his strength, rolled Kenny off the side of the bed. Kenny landed with a hard thud. The snoring stopped, and he shot up again.

"Craig, what the hell?"

"Did you sleep all day?" Craig asked, ignoring Kenny's irritation and folding his arms over his chest like a stern parent. Kenny shrugged his shoulders.

"Most of it, Yeah."

Kenny had slept on Craig's open floor the previous night, since the closet would require some cleaning out before becoming livable. Craig made a mental note to deal with that later tonight.

"Well... did you eat today?" He asked. Kenny shook his head.

"No. I haven't even left your room yet."

Craig sighed, and gestured for Kenny to follow him. "Alright, come on. No one's home. I'll make you a sandwich or something."

* * *

Craig plopped down on the couch beside Kenny, and handed him a small plate holding a bologna and cheese sandwich. Kenny took it, and immediately began eating it, as if it were his last meal. "So how was your day?" He said with his mouth full.

"Alright," Craig answered flatley, before grabbing the tv remote and surfing the channels. "A lot of people are still really upset about you leaving."

Kenny scoffed. "Sure, Craig."

"You think I'm lying?" Craig asked, a little confused by this. He didn't turn his head to face the blond sitting on his left, but his eyebrows drew together in confusion over his reaction.

"Well..." Kenny looked at Craig. His smile faltered. "No, it's just... I mean, they never seemed to care before."

"You weren't missing before," Craig reminded him. Kenny rolled his eyes, but didn't bother responding to that. Instead, he decided to ask a question of his own.

"How're the guys taking it?"

Craig glanced at him from the corner of his eye, but only for a split second, before returning his attention to the television screen. "Stan and Kyle are really worried. They keep asking about you. I think Butters might have had eight panic attacks talking about what might have happened to you, and Cartman..." he trailed off.

Kenny's gaze drifted away from him, his blank stare melting into a sad frown. He reached down the collar of his shirt, and pulled out the silver chain with a heart shaped charm on the end. The letters B.F.F. were engraved in the glimmering surface. He stared down at it in thought.

"Is Cartman upset?" He asked. Craig looked over at the charm.

"I think so. He's been alarmingly quiet lately."

"Damn," Kenny let out a small laugh. "I thought he of all people would have expected this."

Craig was growing curious. He settled on a show, and set the remote aside, before turning his full attention to Kenny. "How come?" He asked.

Kenny made a fist around the silver heart. "Cartman's my best friend. I've talked to him about doing this before... I didn't tell him if or when I was planning on leaving, but he knew I was thinking about it."

"You're best friends with Cartman?"

For some reason, that seemed to be the most puzzling bit of information Craig had received. Kenny, who had been talking to himself more than to the other male in the room, was suddenly pulled back to reality by that question.

"Yeah, of course," he said, like it should have been obvious. Craig raised an eyebrow at him. He couldn't understand who in their right mind would want to be associated with that fat bastard, but Kenny was completely unashamed of it.

Then again, it wasn't that unbelievable. Kenny always seemed to have a soft spot for Cartman when nobody else did. They were usually hanging out with each other, and since Stan and Kyle were so close, it wouldn't be surprising if they were often pushed to the side together.

Craig opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he saw the car pulling into the driveway from through the living room window.

"Shit, get upstairs!" He demanded, pulling Kenny off the couch and shoving him to the staircase. He took the plate back to the kitchen, and began washing it. His bedroom door slammed shut just as the front door opened, and his father walked into the house.

A breath of relief escaped from his lungs.