𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖗𝓴. (𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖞)

chapter twenty-eight.

Third-Person - Friday Evening:

Craig and Kenny sit in silence, on the exact spot where Craig made Kyle and Stan make up (and in the long run, get together). Now, the cold air around them is as sharp as nails, and Craig hates it. On the drive to Craig's house (and during the Stan-drop off at Kyle's house), Kenny thought long and hard about what he was going to say to his boyfriend.

"Why did Kyle and Cartman tell me that you aren't right for me?"

Craig looks up at Kenny, he presses his lips together as he shrugs, shaking his head, "I... don't know."

While shaking, Kenny runs his hand through his hair, "Why did Stan defend you when you just stood up and left us, not saying anything where you went?"

"I don't know," Craig repeats.

"Why did I defend you? When Kyle blamed you, and Cartman accused you of you faking relationships, and I'm not talking about Tweek."

"I don't-"

"Stop with the "I don't know"," Kenny exclaims, "What the fuck happened? You knew everything and now you're just sitting in front of me shrugging." Craig looks down at his hands, "WHY- Why am I defending you?"

Craig's phone beeps and Craig's eyes dart towards it. Kenny follows his gaze and stands up, grabbing his phone.

Tweek:

T: Thanks, Craig!!!!!!! I appreciate it, see you at the dance

Kenny looks at Craig, dead-faced, Kenny knows what the message says, but he doesn't say anything, "Kenny-" He starts but he gets cut off by a deep breath from Kenny.

"Is he the reason you're saying "I don't know"?" He asks, looking at Craig, "Is he the reason why Cartman and Kyle told me to stay away from you?" Craig stands up, reaching for his phone, as Kenny chokes on his tears, "Tell me, Craig. Is Tweek the reason why?"

"He isn't," Craig says calmly.

"Then what the fuck is it!" Kenny throws Craig's phone on the bed, "Why are you still my boyfriend- Fuck- When you're texting Tweek. I thought you didn't think about him, especially late at night."

"Kenny, that's not it," Craig tries again.

"No! I want to hear it, tell me the fucking truth," Kenny rubs his eyes, "Are you- you- fucking cheating on me? We're not even together for a day and you already put your dick in someone else's asshole, fucking hell."

"Kenny-"

"CRAIG, I SWEAR TO GOD," Kenny clenches his fists, "I DON'T WANT FUCKING EXCUSES, JUST EXPLAIN IT TO ME."

"Just listen to me!" Craig pleads him, Kenny tries to cut him off again, "I'm not- FUCKING CHEATING ON YOU, YOU ABSOLUTE-" He pauses, not wanting to curse at Kenny, but Kenny's way ahead of him.

"FUCK YOU! JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT TO LIE ABOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I HAVE TO BELIEVE IT," Kenny tugs on his hair, replacing sadness with anger, "Just tell me the truth."

"If you'd let me explain," Craig steps closer to Kenny, "Tweek doesn't have a date for the dance, and he asked me if I know anyone who'd be willing to go with him as friends. I told him he should go with Heidi, seemingly because the guy that cheated on her is going with his best friend."

Kenny furrows his eyebrows, "Oh yeah, of course, that's it," He rolls his eyes, grabbing Craig's shirt collar, "You never tell the truth do you?"

Craig's stoic expression changes to a grin, "You better shut the fuck up or I swear-"

"Or what?"