I do not own RtWM or any affiliations. However, I am proud to call Kenny my own. =]

"Jack, you just missed a shooting star." I said, kicking my shoes off, and flopping down on the couch. Jack looked up from the door and rolled his eyes.

"I did? What a shame." He said before dropping his keys in the bowl and hanging his jacket up. I stuck my tongue and wriggled my toes, which were currently covered by black and white fuzzy socks. Music pounded through the thin walls from the apartment next to us and Jack dropped onto his bed.

"It was really close too." I continued, staring at the dull ceiling. "And sort of bluey-white. Really pretty. I wish I had hair that colour. Oh, or even eyes like that!" I fingered a lock of faded magenta hair, comparing it with my normal brown hair. Jack snorted and put his feet up.

"Get to bed. You got school tomorrow?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Nah, teacher's day only. Not that I'm complaining." I replied, sitting up and stretching as my back popped. Jack groaned, sliding down the headboard until he was lying flat, and covered his face with his hands.

"So I'm stuck with you tomorrow?" He asked, muffling his voice with his arm. I pounced on him, rubbing his head with my knuckles and he responded by tickling me until I begged for mercy. He wiped the tears from his eyes and pushed me towards my room.

"Go to bed dork." He said, ruffling my hair. I ducked under his hand and stuck my tongue out before heading into my room.

I woke up to Channel 13 blaring out and groaned, rolling over and covering my head with my pillow. Jack chuckled, sipping his coffee, and I finally snapped, throwing my stuffed tiger toy at the television.

"Get dress Ken. I gotta leave soon." He said, dropping his plate in the sink. I yawned, stretching my arms, and cracked my neck before rooting around for the closest clothes. I managed to pull a pair of dark grey jeans on before looking around for a shirt. I settled for a red button up short sleeved shirt and tugged on a pair of low top black Converse before running a brush through my hair. Jack pulled me up and threw a thin black sweater at me before collecting his keys. I grabbed my MP3 and slipped it into my pocket before following Jack out the door.