tear me apart ~ creek ~ South Park

.lemon to a knife fight.

"I've clawed my way out of here before, but I keep on coming back. I push and you tend to shove,
I give in and you don't give up. I'm not getting out of here this time, I brought a lemon to a knife fight. I kick and you like to punch, I'm unhinged and you're undone. I'm not getting out of here alive!"

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"Lemon to a knife fight" ~ The Wombats

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⚠️triggers⚠️
❗️underaged drinking❗️
❗️alcoholism❗️
❗️mention/use of drugs❗️
❗️parental abuse❗️

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Kenny wasn't a very active person when it came to pursuits of drama, newest trends, or the internet. He preferred to only listen, he was good at it too. Since Kenny grew up wearing an orange parka that covered his mouth, only 4 of his friends knew what he was saying. Therefore, he didn't do much talking. People underestimated him for this personal preference. As he started wearing his hood down and opening up more he didn't find himself pursuing listening anymore. He enjoyed talking and the fact everyone could understand him. But either way, it was a hard habit to break. The blond sat in his usual spot in class, in the back. The flickering lights, old plastic seats, stained tile floor, and rusty bars holding up the seats really created an atmosphere of failure. Kenny had his head down in his orange, rugged, parka. Letting out a quiet yawn his ears started to kick in when they caught onto a specifically louder whisper. Kenny couldn't make out much but soon his old talent switched into action. At first all the sleepy, dazed boy could hear were slivers of words such as:

"House"

"Friday"

"Us"

Soon, the once silvers became almost run on sentences as they could barely process inside Kenny's tormented mind. Kenny was staring at the wall so het turned to his head to face the direction of the conversation. To his delight he saw Token, Clyde, Stan, and Bebe. An odd combination at that, but nothing too strange if Kenny registered the context.

"Yeah they should be there."

"Friday right?"

"I'll tell Wendy about the party!"

Kenny smiled to himself relizing this is just what he needed. A party at Token's home. They weren't a rare sight nowadays. But it was hard to find good ones. Of course if you went to Jimmy's party all it consisted of were lame jokes and soda. Although if you hit Tokens house he knew how to do shit. Kenny had only been to one of Token's extravaganzas, he was wasted, ended up at Starks pond with no shirt, and Stan's hat on his head. Kenny began thinking of who he should invite while sitting up tall in his chair. Going down the "cool people to invite" list he found a few starred people. Kenny  couldn't wait to get out of school to celebrate this elaborate event.

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Craig's door revealed someone Craig didn't want to see. He faced an excited Kenny with a wide smile plastered across his lips. The blond was almost shaking from joy. Craig wasn't disgusted by seeing his 'friend' but he wasn't rejoicing either. Kenny was neutral at best, although they used to get in physical altercations a lot. Now it was less than that and more of insults and smoking together. Kenny first noticed Craig's bruised face was healing, there hadn't been many fights. The once dark circle on his cheekbone was dimming into a light yellow. His lips were also healing from constantly being split open by Tweek's fist. The soft pink lips were still dry but somehow they didn't look too bad. Although that was Craig's vibe, he looked oddly attractive for someone who was always bruised and bleeding. Kenny held out his gloved fist towards Craig's grey NASA shirt. Craig's eyes wandered down to the hand which unraveled to reveal a cigarette. "Wanna go outside?" Kenny questioned with a dumbfound look on his face. Something is up.  Craig felt very skeptical but Kenny knew the irritated boy would come out at some point. Craig snatched the cigarette out of the gloved palm following Kenny outside. They walked across the grass, past the vehicle outside. The sky had cloud decorated around it while the cool breeze ran through Craig's naked hair. Now standing on the sidewalk Craig leaned down so Kenny could light his cigarette between his lips. Kenny shuffled around in his pocket for a lighter and found it. Taking it out, the flame from the pink lighter quickly caught on. "So, Craig. Tokens, Friday night. Wanna go to a party?" Kenny's words meshed together out of excitement. He observed Craig who's icy blue eyes looked off into the distant scenery. The taller boy took a moment to respond, taking a huff of the cigarette and allowing the smoke to come out of his parted lips. "Dude." Kenny commented as if it was a plead. "Maybe." Craig responded turning around swiftly. Kenny watched the boy in the black skinny jeans trudge up to his door. He threw the cigarette onto the grass stomping it out with his black converse before disappearing into the depths of his house. Kenny knew Craig would most likely show up, but of course his thing was not showing interest in anything.