Falling

13

"This is his house, right?" I glance out the window and nod my head. We were at Craig's house, we meaning Kenny and myself. Craig offered to take me, but I always go to parties with Kenny. He's always the chauffeur.

I asked Kenny to see if he could take Craig, too, he honestly seemed hesitant at first, but he agreed. I can already tell this will be a bizarre night, mainly because I'm going to a party with Craig Tucker but also because something just feels off about the night. However, I can't name what it is. I take out my phone and unlock it, "I'll text him we're here." The blonde nods softly and leans back in his seat. "He says he'll be out it a bit."

Kenny sighs, "K." The single letter 'word' might seem harmless, but Kenny said it with such an annoyed tone that something about this was bothering him. Also, he never just says 'k.' 'Okay,' he says all the time but never without the o.

"What's going on, Ken?"

The blonde turns to me, faking confusion, "What, nothing." I raised my eyebrows enough to get him to realize he wasn't fooling me, "Look, I'm glad you and Tucker are friends and all now, but I'm just not sure about this."

"You mean him," Kenny hesitates before nodding. I sigh, "Kenny, I know that Craig isn't exactly the most obviously lovely person, but as I've learned, you need to give him a chance. You can't just go off what you assume about someone.

"Fine, I'll try," I start to smile when Kenny continues, "But I still don't trust him."

My forming smile drops as I roll my eyes. I was about to say something else, but suddenly I saw a figure at my window. And sure enough, it's, "Craig, hey."

"Hi," he pauses, "Um, should I just jump in the back?"

"Yeah, unless you'd rather be up here?"

"Nah, it's cool. I just wanted to check before I just hopped in."

"They're a few blankets in the back. You can lay one out to sit on. The others are if it's cold," Kenny sighs. I don't know what his problem with Craig is, but it must be heavy.

Once Craig got in the truck, we started heading off to Clydes for the party. Clyde has thrown a few different parties; all were pretty good, though I don't remember much, but that always means it was a good night. Sort of. In a way. Oh, come on, everyone knows those giant gatherings of teenagers would be no fun if there wasn't any drinking. I'm not crazy.

When we get to Clydes, Kenny finds a parking spot down the block since there are already many people there. Kenny unbuckles his seat, "Alright, who's ready to party!?" The blonde hops out of the car, not waiting for a response.

I get out to meet the two other boys on the sidewalk. Kenny falls ahead as we walk to the house, leaving me by Craig's side. I shove my hands in my pockets to protect them from the cold, "Do you know if Tweek is coming tonight?"

"Ha, you're joking, right. Tweek doesn't go to parties; they freak him out. Not that I really blame him." I hum at the response looking ahead as we approach, hearing the music get louder as we get closer. "Are Kyle and fat ass coming?"

"Yeah, they should already be here."

"Why didn't Kenny pick them up too?"

"Kyle said he wanted to walk, and I believe Cartman's exact words were, 'I won't be riding in your dirty truck again, you poor little turd.'"

"Yep, that sounds about right."

We were about to walk in before something crossed my mind, "Hey, is something up with you and Ken? It's just he seemed kind of upset with you, and I was wondering if everything was okay between you two?"