I shook my head.

"Kenny?"

"Yeah, Kyle?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

Kenny laughed, "Wanna be more specific?"

"I can't."

Kenny shrugged, "I guess?"

He laughs again after another minute, "Everyone has something wrong with them. And if they don't, then it's worst than you could ever imagine. No ones perfectly normal."

I nod.

"I guess."

Sometimes I think that Kenny just says stuff like that to make me feel better, or that he just agrees for the same reason.

I know it's not normal to feel this way.

Maybe if I just pretend it's okay, then it'll go away.

No, that probably doesn't work.

"Is this about Stan again?"

I turn to Kenny, "What?"

He leans against the back of the school, taking a drag on his cigarette, "Is this about you and Stan again?"

I hang my head slightly, "I don't know what you mean."

"Cut the shit, Kyle. We both know what I mean."

I remain silent.

"Are you ever going to tell him what happened, or are you just going to leave like it is?"

"I don't know."

"Have you even asked Stan about it?"

"He called me. Left a voice mail."

Kenny raises a brow and I play the message for him.

"You need to talk to him."