Toys in the attic

DISCLAIMER: I do not own South Park. I wrote this for fun.

BETA: Scarybones. Thank you so much for your patience, effort, and time. I just added some thing after her help, so, if you find any mistakes, my bad.

Chapter one: How do you feel?

Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.

― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

As time went by, Craig realised this was his favourite place in the whole world. The sound of his footsteps on the gravel and the brown leaves cracking while he passed by; the silent sun setting down; the moss in the unused tran tracks; the cold wind freezing his nose. He wanted to believe it was just that, but he had to admit that it was Kenny's company that made that place perfect. Honestly, he used to love the silence between them... But now Kenny made him nervous, insecure. Sometimes he wanted him away, and sometimes he liked to think maybe the two of them could escape from this crappy town through the train tracks...

"C'mon, Craig. Let's go to your house."

"Are you stupid or just deaf? I said no."

"Why not?"

"I already told you. I don't like you."

Or maybe not. They weren't actually that close.

Craig's words didn't seem to hurt Kenny. He just kept looking at Craig, with the last sun's shine slightly lighting his face and his messy hair. Craig could admire his few freckles and how the twilight made his normally brilliant smile look sad. He didn't actually hated him. It was just...He was ruining everything with his useless chitchat...

He wasn't used to thinking of people as actual human beings. For him, Kenny had been just another pain in the ass, like all the school mates he had, but now...

"I know you love to think you're a piece of shit, Craig, but I still like you," he said, slightly laughing.

That was enough.

"Look, just because we had the same idea of skipping P.E. every week to come here, doesn't mean we're suddenly friends or something. You don't know me, and I don't know you... as a matter fact, I still think you suck".

"Hm. Okay"

Kenny was still smiling, like none of his words hurt him. Craig wanted him to be that way: silent and beautiful, watching the crappy landscape with him. But now, strangely, his silence made him nervous. Maybe because he knew he wanted to say something. Why did he put so much effort in pushing Kenny away? He would never know. Why was Kenny so interested in getting to know him? That was the real mystery in the whole situation.

"Why are you so determinate to break into my house?" he finally asked.

"I don't know. It's getting cold. Winter's already started."

"Go to your home, then."

Kenny didn't answer back, just kept smiling in the sunset, not aware of Craig staring at him from the corner of his eye.

"Ok, you got me. I just want to be with you. Get to know you better... Does that sound strange to you?"

"Not really. I mean, coming from you..." Craig sighed. "Perhaps we could go to my house and play some video games. But don't get used to it," he said, facing at him. He didn't even wait for the answer. He just crossed the train tracks, walking home.

Kenny followed him with a laugh on his face.

"Can I hold your hand?"

"What? No. That's faggy, you perv" said Craig, thinking how weird Kenny was.

He did it anyways. Craig didn't say anything.

Kenny broke his favourite Red Racer toy. Craig forgave him. They had their first kiss during a cheesy sleepover they both had. Just the two of them. They laughed nervously after the first contact between them and then Craig promised himself not to let Kenny go away, no matter what. He realised it was more beyond that his handsome face, his perverted jokes and his brilliants but sad smiles.

Three years passed by, they were now sophomores, still sharing their secret world where no one apart from them was allowed.