Before I knew it, I was in the car with Token.

"You wanna tell me what exactly is going on?" Token asks, glancing at me.

"Th-That's what we a-are going to fi-find out."

"What do you mean?"

"I j-just need to talk to K-Kenny. It's impor- important."

Token wakes a uncommitted sound similar to a grumble, but nods, "Okay. Just... if you need me-"

"Token," I say looking over at him, "I-I don't want to keep running away from pro-problems."

Token smiles as we arrive at Kenny's house, "Do you want me to go in with you?"

Yes. I change my mind- I can't do anything. Have you seen the way I handle things? Who would let me do-

"No," I say before I can break myself down, "I-I can do it."

"Okay," Token says as I open the door, "Call me or Clyde if you need anything at all!"

I close the door and approach Kenny's door as Token drives off slowly.

...

Then, I knock again.

...

Weird.

"Umm, Hello?" I say, raising my hand to knock again.

"One second!" I hear, who I assume is, Kenny yell from inside, followed by some loud thumps.

The door swings open and lo and behold, there's Kenny. "What are you doing here, Tweek?" Kenny asks staring at my still raised fist.

I laugh and lower is awkwardly, gripping my hands together, "Um... I actually have some questions f-for you..."

He doesn't say anything for a moment. Fuck. I've completely messed up. He hates me already. Why am I doing this. This was a terrible idea. I shouldn't have-

"Oh," he says stepping back slightly, "Right. I know what this is about."

Good because I don't.

"Come in," He says stepping back in to his house and then taking a seat on his worn out couch.

We're silent for a few long, long moments. "S-So..?" I ask. I fiddle with the cuff of my shirt.

"Butters talked to Craig yesterday."

I give a questioning look to Kenny who looks uncomfortable.

"And well, I don't know specifically what he said but I think he may have said some stuff about how you feel about Craig..."

My heart drops slightly, "W-What?"

"No, no, no, no! Calm down," Kenny says scooting closer to me, "Craig wasn't mad or anything. According to Butters he just rushed off to find you and that could mean-"

"What is wrong with you?"

"What?"

I stand up from the couch stepping away from him, "It's none of your business. Our relationship is none of your business," I back up a little more without turning away from him, "If Craig wanted to talk to me, you should've just let him talk to me! This whole time I thought I was about to die- that-that he was going to m-murder me or something- and you're telling me... he just wanted to t-talk."

Kenny pauses for a long time, opening and closing his mouth trying to come up with something to say, "I just thought-"

"It's was none of your business! Or Butters'! What the f-fuck! Why is everyone always try-trying to baby me!" I shout edging back toward the door, "I don't need everyone l-looking our for what's best for me! I can do it myself! S-Stop treating me like I-I can't do anything..." I feel tears begin pouring down my face as I whisper the last few words.

Then I fling open the door and sprint away.

I need to find Craig. I can handle this. I'm not a child.