I smile at Leo, first really big smile of the day.

"So," I say.

He smiles at me.

"That is a nice game," he says.

I nod.

"Do you wanna play something else?" I ask.

"I mean, we've got time. What?" Leo asks.

"Wanna play chicken?" I ask.

"I don't know how that works," he says.

"You have to get as close to kissing someone as you can. Who pulls off first is a chicken," I say.

"You just randomly play a game that results in kissing?" Leo asks.

"Only with pretty people," I say.

He blushes.

"I mean, okay," he says.

I get on the bench and get a bit closer to him. He takes a breath in and we start to get closer to each other. The thing is, neither of us stops before we are kissing. However, Leo pulls away from the kiss first.

"Wow," Leo says.

"Is wow bad or good?" I ask.

"It-it's good, absolutely. But I mean, I literally have never kissed a guy before," Leo says.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," I say.

"It was nice, don't worry," he says.

"Wanna do it again?" I ask.

"Y-yeah," he says.

We kiss again, this time, it's a proper kiss instead of one where we both just put mouths together.

"I really like you," he says.

I just kiss him again, holding him close to me with a fairly tight crib. He doesn't seem to really mind.

"I-I really really-fuck," I say, getting up.

I take a hold of the bench before puking into a bush.

"Welp, I would have said that myself but apparently my body just couldn't wait a couple of seconds," I say.

"The withdraw from the pills could have fastened the process of that," Leo says.

"Well, that was yesterday's food. Meaning 20% of the calories of the food. That would mean I lost how much food by doing that... how much did I eat? I lost one fifth of pumpkin soup, insert sarcastic cheer because I don't have enough energy to do it," I say.

"Didn't you eat breakfast?" Leo asks.

"No, I didn't," I say.

"Why? You came here early! Why the fuck didn't you eat breakfast then come to the bus stop?" Leo asks.

"Don't say fuck, doesn't sound right from you," I say.

He rolls his eyes.

"Fine then," he says.

He suddenly seems to realize something.

"Why is the place you get pills from closed on Monday?" He asks.

"How would I know?" I ask.

Kenny, very gracefully (not) falls on his face in front of us. Kyle, laughing, comes to help him up.

"Oh hi," Kyle says.

"Hey," Leo says.

"My fucking God. I can fight fucking zombies in an another universe but here I can't even stay standing up," Kenny mutters.

"Shut the fuck up about your universe bullshit for ones, Ken," Kyle says.

Kenny mutters 'Oh if you only knew.' under his breath.

"You two are sitting pretty close to each other... aren't you?" Kenny asks.

I roll my eyes, turn to Leo and kiss him.

"Finally. My ship!" Kenny says.

Kyle smiles at him.

"So. Is everyone getting together? Tweek and Token, I don't know what the ship is, I should ask Jimmy or Red, maybe Asian girls, Cryde, Nichole, Wendy and Bebe. Again, I don't know the ship name. And now our lovely stutters. Butterfly and Marshmallow," Kenny says.

"We aren't together with anyone," Kyle says.

There is the familiar notice me Senpai face on Kyle. However, now that he is taller, it just looks incredibly stupid.

"Yeah, true. We'll find our people, don't worry," Kenny says.

Kyle looks heartbroken for a second before turning it into a smile.

"Yeah! Totally!" Kyle says.

"I don't have time for romance anyway," he says.

"You'll find someone," Kenny says.

He has a grin on his face. Just a slight grin. The one that says 'I know something everyone else doesn't'. That kind of grin.

"Kenny, a quick word," I say.

I drag him away. He laughs.

"Oh. Why so private?" He asks.

"Do you know what Kyle thinks of you? Do you think it's fucking funny or something?" I ask.

It sounds like a growl.

"I do. Stan, no, I don't think it's funny. He has something to figure out before anything," he says.

"That is?" I ask.

"His mental health is declining. I got him into talking to Mr. Macky before we try anything. Stan, I'm his friend as much as you are. I know that it's better to have a, well,a pretty professional opinion about his mental health. I don't know if a relationship is too much stress," Kenny says.

"What mental health issues?" I ask.

"Are you fucking serious?! Stan, look at him. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, he doesn't look in a mirror, he overworks himself, he snaps so much easier and I swear to god if he has one more stressful thing, he'll break. If he lets some things out, maybe it gets him less stressed, I don't know," Kenny says.

"Didn't come to mind to tell him that?" I ask.

"I don't know if I would be too much stress. I don't want to tell him anything before he is in okay order and mr. Mackey will get him there. I don't know long it takes but I know he'll get there. I don't want to hurt him, that is literally the last thing I wanna do. I love him," Kenny says.

"Love is a strong word," I say.

"Did I fucking stutter? I love him, and I fucking mean it," Kenny says.

We get back to Leo and Kyle, running because of the bus. We get on just in time and within second of sitting down, Kyle is already half asleep. Oh shit, how have I not noticed how bad he is?

"Told you so," Kenny whispers.

He sits next to Kyle.

"Lay on me, it's fine," Kenny says.

"Thanks," Kyle mutters.