Kenny's POV

As we step into the mini clubhouse I see posters of bands and paintings. "Who paints these?" I say pointing at the paintings. "Tricia." He murmered. I sit up and look at Craig.

Craigs POV.

I stare at Kenny. He looks drained. I smirk.

I look at him and pull out my phone. "The hell are you doing?" He asks curious. I turn on a random song and put an arm around his waist.

His face goes red as a crab.

"What are you doing!?"

"Dancing." I reply flatly. I start leading and for some reason he didn't punch me in the face.

Kenny's POV

Step by step each one relaxing me more and more.

"You looked tired." Craig sighed. "So you started dance with me?" He nods. I shake my head. "It helps me when I feel like shit." He blurts.

I noticed my head stop throbbing and my urge to die stopped so we danced for the rest of the song.

"This was fun. We should hang out here more often." I said as we started to walk back towards the school. He nods.

Craig's POV

When we make it back to the school it was 1:30 so we decided to ditch the rest of the classes.

I began to walk home when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Kenny. He handed me a folded orange sticky note. He turned the other way and started to walk home. I unfold it.

"Fuck you dick." -Kenny

I smirk.

Writers note

Sorry this wasn't updated earlier I thought it was but it didn't post. Again I'm sorry and as always...

Bye peeps!

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