17 Crimes [discontinued **read desc]

Let's Love, and Kill Like 17 Now

Kenny couldn't think of a worse way to wake up than this. Craig had literally pulled him out of bed and onto the floor, and for what? Just to chastize him. Craig had apparently thought it was the best thing, especially when Kenny's shirt had rode up to his chest due to the force. Kenny shoved Craig off of him and got dressed in a rather plain black outfit including skinny jeans, a tighter long sleeve with subtle red stripes, and a loose fitting t-shirt over it. The outfit paired with his black and red vans really made it interesting. He decided to half tuck in the loose shirt, giving it a more "aesthetic vibe", as Henrietta would put it. He admitted that while the goths were a bit weird at times, they were really dope and helped him with a lot.
Kenny hadn't noticed that Craig had been staring the entire time he was dressing until he became aware of the eyes on him. Not that he cared, just a bit off-putting and made him squirm a bit subconsciously. That seemed to be what made Craig do it in the first place, as he heard him chuckle at it. Kenny turned his head to look at Craig and glared at him, sticking out his tongue in the process to really add to the affect. Craig simply flipped him off, grabbed both Kenny's and his bags, and took off out the door. Kenny bolted after him, just barely keeping up with Craig's twists and turns through the halls. Unfortunately, he lost Craig around one of the many corners, and groaned audibly.
"Craig, come on.. Don't you think it's too early for shit like this?" Kenny was pleading at this point, not wanting to be late to first class. His tiredness had caused him to slow down, and now he was trying to gain sympathy. He heard Craig's voice.. somewhere.. but he couldn't see him anywhere.
"Maybe if you get on your knees and beg, like you said you would last night, I'll consider it." His voice was teasing, sounding almost husky, so Kenny couldn't tell if he was serious or not. He stood there for a bit before slowly walking forward, until Craig's voice came up again.
"Ah ah, stay like the good boy we know you are." The damn teasing in his voice, despite only being minutes apart, was starting to annoy him. Kenny wasn't by any means a morning person, so his aggitation really spiked during those times. He groaned again, his voice pitching slightly higher at the end of it, and slowly got onto his left knee, then the other.
"Good, good" Craig mockingly praised, "Now beg."
If he could kill Craig, he would. However, seeing as murder is supposedly illegal, he compromised in his head, weighing out the options, and did as the older boy said.
"Craig, can you please give me my stuff back? Please? I'll do anything.." He tried to make his voice sound as innocent as possible, hoping that Craig will give in. Since luck seemed to be on his side, Craig had appeared from... a side door?? He had his phone in one hand, the bag in the other, and Kenny took back his unspoken words of supposed "luck". Craig's grin wasn't helping with his mood either. He hadn't noticed Craig had started walking towards him until he felt a hand on his head, and unceremoniously dropped his bag next to him.
"Good boy" Teasingly mocking him, even as he hooked his thumb and forefinger on his chin, rubbing his bottom lip with the pad of the thumb.
Kenny pulled away and hoisted himself up, grabbing his bag in the process. He glared up at Craig, who was a good 6 or so inches taller than him. He side stepped around Craig, who was still stupidly grinning at his master plan, but hd stopped when he felt Craig's hand on his shoulder.
"What now, Fucker?" He went there, and brought back the old nickname. Craig laughed at it with his stupid smile and spoke.
"Chill, just wondering if you'd actually want to ditch fat boy and come smoke with me and Clyde? Your emo buddies might be there too, if that makes any difference." Craig had shuffled side to side a bit.
Was he nervous?
"Really? Why invite me, of all people though? Your friends ditch on you?" Kenny cocked an eyebrow. Craig had formed a bit of a blush on his cheeks now actually, and Kenny couldn't help but notice how cute-
"No, they just need to catch up on their work and stuff." Kenny hummed at this and thought for a moment.
"Fuck it. You already caused me this much trouble, might as well go all out, right?" Kenny chuckled a bit.
"Alright. Well, let's go then." Kenny nodded and they made their way to.. wherever they hang out.
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Kenny realized that they were, in fact, not going to someone's room, but instead outside behind one of the buildings. There was a little hideout apparently, and Kenny wondered if anyone ever accidentally stumbled across it. Still with his bag slung around him, he slightly gripped the strap, unaware of what he'd really gotten into.
"Kenny?" He heard an all too familiar voice call out from behind. They both stopped and turned around to see one of the goths, particularly..
"Michael!" Kenny had basically jumped onto the tall goth, not even making him stumble. Michael immediately wrapped his arms around Kenny, supporting him. Craig rolled his eyes at this, and decided to keep standing there.
"Christ, Kenny. I haven't seen you in a hot minute. What are you doing over here?" Michael's voice sounded hoarse, most likely due to the smoke, so he didn't think too much of it. Michael had set him down while speaking and stared fondly down at him.
"Craig started fucking with me this morning, so now he's making it up to me in his own way." Kenny jestured to Craig, who still looked rather annoyed. Michael inwardly rolled his eyes, typical Craig not liking any type of outward affection. He had learned to deal with it due to Kenny's need to be a bit touchy.
"Ah, I see. I was just coming back, then I saw you." Michael's smile had always been small and soft, so it was hard to notice if you weren't paying attention. They made their way over back to Craig, who had stepped between them, and walked into the little hideout. Craig guided Kenny to sit next to him with a hand on the small of his back, just barely making contact. Kenny didn't mind. He didn't mind a lot, but he couldn't help but think about Craig's behavior lately. He chalked it up after a bit of thinking, only half listening to Craig's conversation with Clyde who had barely noticed them, that Craig was just pissy about not being able to smoke the past couple days.
Craig passed him a joint and he took it, deeply inhaling, letting the smoke burn him from the inside out, before releasing and puffing it out into a little cloud. He passed it back to Craig, accidentally brushing fingers during the exchange, noticing Craig's fingers themselves were a bit calloused. Michael had joined them in the seat next to him and wrapped an arm around Kenny in a half hug, before releasing and showing him that soft smile again. He always liked Michael's smile. As awkward as the tall goth was with affection, it fit him well. Michael had gained quite a bit of muscle since they were younger, a stark contrast from the tall, lanky goth he once used to be. He was still tall in that regard, but he couldn't help but notice how his shirts seemed so tight fitting now. Kenny couldn't help but be attracted to it, but they had already established that 'just friends' was perfect for them.
Glancing around, Kenny decided then and there, that he, in fact, didn't mind the idea of ditching. Even as Craig made small, fond side glances he couldn't even begin to see in his peripheral. He was content with this, with them, even if it was just a temporary high..
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In which Craig is still a jealous asshole who essentially forces Kenny to get high with him, and a new challenger appears..