Chocolate and Oranges

Kenny preferred to stay in his own group of friends. His group and Craig's gang seemed to be unspoken rivals for whatever reason, but sometimes, Kenny liked to hang out with them.

Out of the four main members of Craig's group, he liked to hang out with Craig the most. Of course, Craig never seemed to like nor dislike Kenny's company, which just made Kenny curious about him. What did Craig like? Was he that bad boy that nobody should touch? Was he just misunderstood? For the fourth grade, Craig really seemed to be more calm and collected, or more mature, than the others.

The first time Kenny had gone over to Craig's house, it had been sort of awkward, at least for him anyway.

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"Hey Craig! Can I come over after school?" Kenny cheerfully asked in homeroom. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman were somehow trapped in Nebraska, and Kenny was glad that he didn't go with them.

"Why?" Craig deadpanned. He didn't smile at Kenny, but didn't frown. He looked like he had no absolute display of emotion at all.

"Um...because I want to?" Kenny asked. He didn't know why Craig managed to make him so uncomfortable at times. Kenny was usually the one to make people feel awkward, he wasn't used to the tables being turned on him.

Craig continued to just stare at Kenny. His gaze made Kenny want to turn away, but he couldn't, feeling like he was trapped in an invisible cage that Craig's emotionless violet eyes had built.

"Fine." Craig had said after a period of agonizing silence. Kenny didn't know what to feel. He felt sweaty, awkward, uncomfortable, but, most confusingly, infatuated.

He never paid the kid much attention in kindergarten through third grade. Why was he fascinating Kenny so quickly?

Throughout the day, Kenny just couldn't get his mind off the blue clad boy. He had so many questions about Craig, but couldn't get the nerve to ask him. Approaching somebody and saying "Why are you like that," would most likely be unacceptable in society anyway.

Still though, Kenny found himself looking over at Craig in class, wondering why he was so...different.

Kenny rang Craig's doorbell, nervously clutching at his own sleeves, mind still on the subject of Craig. No girl had ever made Kenny nervous, or even made him think about her at all. So why was Craig any different?

"Oh. McCormick." Craig greeted. Kenny looked over his shoulder, and couldn't help but ask where his parents were.

"Out," was all he replied. Kenny shuffled into the house, and Craig shut the door.

"W-what do you want to do?" Kenny asked. Apparently his speech was overcome with his own nervousness. He wondered how Clyde put up with him.

Craig gestured to the couch, and Kenny sat. Why doesn't he talk? Kenny's mind thought. Another question to add to the gallery. Craig sat beside him, and stared him down. He pulled his parka strings just the slightest bit tighter.

"So let's talk McCormick. Why did you decide to come over to my house of all places?" Craig asked. This was the longest that Kenny had ever heard him talk. He had such a monotonous and flat voice, but it still intrigued Kenny.

"There was nowhere to go?"

"Nobody hangs out with me voluntarily. Tell me why you came." Craig said. Kenny could feel his eyes boring into him, judging him. Nothing ever made Kenny scared, or nervous, especially because he's gone to Hell multiple times. Why was this stoic boy making him more startled than Satan?

"I told you why. And why do you keep calling me McCormick? My name is Kenny."

"I don't know you 'Kenny,'-" Craig spat out his name like it was something poisonous, "and you haven't clarified why you decided to come over. Shouldn't you be whoring yourself at Red's house?"