Teenage Dirtbag -South Park Creek

This one is bad

Craig's P.o.V

My eyes are shut, I have my fan as background noise, the lights are off, and my blackout curtains are closed. But I'm far from sleeping, I can't stop thinking about this whole situation. Should I forgive him and take him back? Would he even want  me back? Should I just go tell him to fuck himself?

My repeating thoughts come to a  holt when I hear knocking at my window, which is weird. I'm on the second floor?

When I get up and see who it is I immediately closed them back again. I think you can guess who it is.

"Craig! Craig! Listen to me!" 

He just kept throwing rocks at my window.  I bust the windows open, not literally of course my parents would hang me, Now that one is  literal.

"What the hell do you want kenny?!"

"You blocked me so I didn't get  a chance to apologize to you" he awkwardly held up the picked and probably stolen flowers he got.

"Fuck OFF!I tried to slam the windows again but he threw another rock and hit me in the eye

"Agh! Fuck you!"

"Oh my god I'm sorry!"

I sigh and look at him. He's a good guy. I always knew that. He's just an impulsive idiot. But that doesn't  really justify what he did.

"Make this quick."

He looked relived and gave half a smile before he straightened his posture

"Babe I have no excuse for what I did to you but I want you to know I care about you and I'm really really really really really sorry and really really really really really stupid."

I bit my lip and turned away. I'm so fucking dramatic. "Kenny go home and get some sleep we have school tomorrow"

"But-"

" go kenny"

He did what I told him to and left. I crawled back into my bed and looked at my clock. 3:14. Why the hell not. 

I sighed to relive some of the stress but my heart just crumbled again and I broke out in sobs. I just lost two people I cared about. I'll probably lose more. 

"Um... hey Craig?" I sit up in shook.

"Yeah?" I say after I realize it's Tricia.

"What happened?"

"Nothing! Why would you say that?" I gave her a warm smile

"Something  obviously happened. You're crying." She clutched her right arm and gave me sad eyes

I smile for a second before telling her to sit on my bed. She did what she was told and hugged me. I hugged her back. Wow. I think I'm touch starved. This is just what I needed. I began to strike her hair.

"I love you" she told me with her head buried In my chest

"I love you too, now go to bed it's a school night"

"I was in bed before you started yelling"

"Ah there she is!" I smile and she laughed

"What did kenny do that made you cry? Just so you know I can and will beat him up even though I'm best friends with his sister if you need me to"

"Don't worry about it kiddo" I tell her "Okay?"

"No it's not okay I need to know why my brother is crying. And I mean like sobbing I heard you from all the way down the hall"

"I'm You're big brother okay? I promise you I'm fine"

She sighed in defeat "Okay I'm going to bed for real now"

She let go of her grip but then gave me a big hug real quick before Leaving

"Love you Trish"

"Love you too, nerd"

I chuckle a little before falling asleep.

...

I'm sitting in a dark supplies closet.  I'm fiddling with my thumbs. I just had one long ass day. It's after hours and I'm stuck in a broom closet. Of course this happens to me on the first day of eighth grade. I don't know how it happened but I feel like today's been a drag. 

I sit on the floor with my chest pounding, waiting for it happen. The same thing I know will happen, because it always does.

Light poured in through the cracks of the door. 

"Get up dude"

"Why are you still at school?" I ask

"I didn't ask how you got yourself stuck in the closet"

"Touché" 

He grabbed my hand and walked me out of the school. People were turning their heads gasping. Kids looked either surprised or disgusted. I don't know why they were acting like it was the middle of the day when it's 5:30 and school ends at 3. But I didn't question it. Heck it was a dream after all.

He turns his head and says "You got this right?"

"Yeah.. Thanks, Kenny"

...

I jolt up with heavy breathing. My face was sweaty I don't know how because I had my fan on. But after the  initial shock I was fine. I fell back onto my bed. I had that dream every time I had a breakup or when I got rejected. I don't really know where it came from but it always took place in eighth grade even when I had it in sixth grade. Which was when I started having it. It started with some kid named Thomas, Kevin, then Stan, then Kyle and now Kenny. Fantastic.

I looked over at my clock. 5:57.

Fan-fucking-tastic