𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ||🥀

7

Once Craig got home, he made dinner, cleaned the house and had to free time to spend with the girls. When all's said and done, everything was the usual routine.

Except some blonde wasn't at home.

The night sky rolled in as it always did. Craig made sure to lock all doors and turn off the lights before heading to his room.

Laying on his bed, he turns the TV on just for some noise, he wasn't really watching the TV.

He soon fell asleep with the TV on.

Then suddenly he heard knocking on his bedroom door.

He stayed silent, hoping that it was the TV so he didnt have to get up and unlock the door.

The knocking resumed, following a, "I'm home, let me in." From an all to familiar voice.

Craig let out an angry sigh as he forced himself with all his power to get up from his comfortable bed and make his way to the door.

Aggressively opening the door, Craig to notice to a ruffled up Kenny. Black eye, busted lip, tattered clothing.

"What the hell happened to you?" Craig asked in a somewhat groggy voice. Kenny immediately wrapped his arms around Craig's torso, "She had a boyfriennndddd...." He started being his dramatic self with all the fake tears and gestures.

The black haired male just stood still, unbothered by the scene unfolding before him, "Take a shower, and clean up your wounds, you're sleeping on the couch tonight." The monotone of Craig's voice sent shivers down Kenny's spine, "Whaaaaattt? Baby, are you serious?"

"Super serious, baby." The mocking coy tone from Craig made Kenny uncomfortable, forcing him to do as he was told. He unwrapped his arms from Craig then stuffed his hand into his pocket then pulled out a credit card, "Here!" A smile plastered on his bruised up face, Kenny hands Craig his credit card.

Craig held it between his index finger and middle as he waved it around slightly, "How far did you go with her?"

Kenny went into a slump, "Not that far... We were going to do it in the restrooms, but Tweek came in and stuff, then we went to her place where her boyfriend beat me up."

A mocking smirk drew Craig's facial features, "Awe man, what a shame. Maybe you'll have better luck next time." Kenny began to make a pouty face, "Why are you such an asshole, Craig?"

Craig paused then leaned into towards Kenny's face with a glare, "Because I get to. I do the cooking, I do the cleaning, I do the work. I pay over 3rd of the bills. I get to be an asshole Kenny. Once you do as much as me, I'll let you run around the lawn naked for all I care. Until then, dont question me."

Kenny stood there, taking it all in. Craig backed up then closed the door in Kenny's face. Kenny then stomped off towards the bathroom, muttering curse words and mocking Craig under his breath.

After pouting and having a one sided argument with the wall in the shower, he gets out of the tub to see freshly folded pajamas near the sink. "Asshole." Kenny mutters, knowing who brought them. He puts them on nonetheless and heads down to the living room.

He turns on the lamp, and gets startled when he sees a friend of his passed out on the couch.

Looking at the alcohol bottle his friend was holding in his hand, Kenny can make an almost 100% accurate that Stan was depressed and drunk. Otherwise, why would he be here?

It wasnt the first time this happened.

But man, that was supposed to be Kenny's bed for tonight.

After pouring some more, he grabs a blanket and a sofa cushion, and lays on the floor all mad.

"How did stan even come in this time?" Leaving at it with those words, Kenny forces himself to go to sleep, knowing that his back was going to hurt in the morning.