"Butterfly?" Kenny asks, walking up at me.

"H-Hi," I say.

"How was it with your parents?" Kenny asks.

"I'm grounded. Although. Was it a fucking surprise anymore?" I ask.

He jumps back, like a bunny of sorts.

"Did you swear?" He asks.

"I've sworn before. It's just so stupid! I didn't do anything wrong! They keep blaming me for doing things I didn't do! One day I'll get blamed for someone in Philippines not getting the right lottery numbers! I mean, I feel bad for that person, if that ever happens, but I shouldn't be blamed for it." I say.

"Is it fine to assume you're not coming with Stan and I this afternoon?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah. I'll be home," I say.

"Your parents are fucking assholes. You know that? I mean it," Kenny says.

"Please don't talk about my parents like that," I say.

"Why not? We've said this like a hundred times by now, they are such fucking assholes," Kenny says.

I sigh.

"They're still my parents and I feel like it's wrong of me to speak bad about them," I say.

"Butterfly. Your parents deserve all the shit in the universe raining on their heads," Kenny says.

"Ken. I don't think it's okay to talk like that about a person," I say.

"Are you kidding? It's justified with you parents," Kenny says.

"Not really," I say, looking down at my feet.

"I'm serious. They deserve all that they can get. In a negative sense obviously," Kenny says.

"Just leave them be. It's not really the moment for this, nor the year," I say.

"Did something happen to them?" Kenny asks.

"Mom's getting pretty ill. I don't want to talk bad about someone that isn't in good health, i think it's disrespectful," I say.

"I know the feeling," Kenny says.

"You can tell me," I say.

"We're kinda at a struggle with money, far more than ever before. Even, if there are four of us. Dad might been to go to the hospital, but we don't have the fucking money," Kenny says.

"Ken, that's terrible," I say.

"Not that bad, it's the least of my problems actually, but I just thought I had to tell something back since you told me about your mom," Kenny says,

"Now I feel bad for saying anything about my problems, when you have so much worse going on," I say.

"You don't have to, you didn't know. Plus, you can really can something 'worse', it's the personal way of seeing things. Stan's going to shit as well, just kinda slower than both of us," Kenny says.

"How do you know?" I ask.

"Stan's been talking about being hungover for 1-5 times in two weeks, the bottle is open, I'm just not sure it ever closes. There are other things, like the fact he can't stop doing certain things that I might not want to get into. Him getting over depression should be enough to say that he is messed up," Kenny says.

"So Kyle is the only one that isn't currently going through something?" I ask.

"Yeah, clearly," Kenny says.

"They're worried about you, you know?" I ask.

"You don't whisper very quietly, you know?" Kenny asks.

"Oh, you heard us," I say.

"I was about to say 'Mind your own fucking business', but I thought that it was because you all care about me and that's a sweet thought, so, I just pretended I didn't hear you. I'm more pissed you didn't come to me and ask me, maybe I would have, I don't know, answered you," Kenny says.

"I told them to ask you," I say.

"Yeah. But you boys and Kyle should have come over to ask. My feelings are hurt!" Kenny says.

"Sorry?" I ask.

He laughs.

"No no, I was joking around," Kenny says.

"What if I knew?" I ask.

"Then I would call you amazing," Kenny says.

"Thanks," I say.

He smiles.

"How are you doing?" He asks.

"Right now? I'm fine, I'm just worried. About you and about Stan," I say.

"Be worried about yourself as well," he says.

"I am, I am, don't worry. Thinking about other things as well," I say.

"Like?" Kenny asks.

"Are you sure Kyle is fine? He seems kinda down every now and again," I say.

"I am, he'd say something I guess... at least I think he should. He's smart, he wouldn't, would he? Oh fuck, you are making me think about this," Kenny says.

"I mean, Kyle is weird, I don't really think about it. He wouldn't say anything," I say.

"Yeah," Kenny says.

"But what would he have going on?" I ask.

"I don't really know, maybe he is just fine," Kenny says.

"Totally. Maybe I'm just over reacting, I don't think that Kyle would go without saying anything," I say.

"Yeah. Kyle's pretty open with everything," Kenny says.

He smiles at me, leaning against the wall.

"Why are we at the smoking spot anyway?" Kenny asks.

"I don't kn- smoking spot?" I ask.

"If you wanna have some cigarettes, it's normally a pretty good spot. Someone might offer a couple," Kenny says.

"People shouldn't be smoking. This is just like the time Stan warned me about 'the fun stall'. I don't know, what it is, but Kyle told me to not worry about it and just avoid using it," I say.

"'Fun stall'? I made it the fun stall, you know? It's used as a fucking spot these days, I said it the first time, I took the first person into it for a fucking. It's basically named by me," Kenny says.

"So you used it to have sex with someone?" I ask.

"Yup. Now basically everyone uses it for fucking and the best thing is that the teachers know about that," Kenny says.

"Really?" I ask.

"Yup. I'm the reason for the fact two people from the same class can't leave into the bathroom at the same time," Kenny says.

"Wow. That's interesting,"