Wendy and I continue walking by.

"Hey, Ken?" She asks.

I look at her.

"Do you feel, y'know, left out? Since the three others out of us are well... y'know," She says.

I laugh.

"Not really," i say.

Maybe a little bit.

"I just realise that we aren't as familiar with you as we are with each other," Wendy says.

"Eh. Nothing to know," I say.

"There has to be something," Wendy says.

I laugh.

"Well, if you wanna know, my childhood was actually pretty cool," I say.

"What was it like?" She asks.

I shrug.

"I'm the second child and so I was pretty much raised by my brother, when the others were at work. We are... pretty poor. And when my sister came around, Kevin and I had to raise her the best we actually could. I don't think I really had anything for the first few years of my life. I love my sister, a ton. She came around just when I could walk so a taught her. I didn't even realise what I was doing, we both were constantly falling over our feet," I say.

She laughs.

"My dad never liked magic. He thought it was evil. So you can probably understand that the fact I started levitating bowls towards him when he was drinking was kind of... scary to him," I say.

"Did he drink a lot?" Wendy asks.

"That's the reason we stayed pretty much dirt poor constantly. It was all thanks to smoking, drinking and drugs," I say.

"I'm so sorry," Wendy says.

"It's better to laugh it off! Anyway, I went to school when I was.... well anyway. Yeah, I went to school and got a couple of friends, two of which were from my area. A rich kid and someone middle class. Which, I can assure you, is not something that normally happens. My brother had to stay close to the poor kids because it was too hard to get along with the bitchy rich kids there," I say.

"That's... really good. Token and Bebe?" Wendy asks.

I nod.

"My mum continues to tell stories about Hogwarts well through my childhood. We were struggling with absolutely everything. Food, water, we didn't have a fucking mailbox for whatever the heck the reason may be. So it was always public school for me, I never got my own lunch or anything, everything I had was second hand, still is, obviously. But it was... slightly weird," I say.

She nods.

"Our home had a sort of rule. Two people get a dinner per day, it was just unspoken. So yeah. I've always been small because the priority is always the youngest, that person has the most to see. Four times for adults in a week. Two per parent, you can't live without adults. So yeah. My food was Thursday. Karen had most days. Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Sunday, she was youngest after all," I say.

"Aren't parents supposed to prioritise their kids over themselves?" Wendy asks, surprised.

I laugh.

"Oh Trust me. It's rare for people to be good parents, good enough to not save themselves over their kids. If your dad is like that, hang onto him until you can go alone," I say.

What I just said strikes me.

"I guess I have some kind of issues from that... oh shit," I say.

"It's actually pretty likely for people to become more than a bit salty after they're treated the wrong way, Ken. It's fine," Wendy says.

I nod.

"I don't even know why you'd ask about that. People do ask but not that much, probably scared I'll explode after my episode over their deaths, which I apologise for," I say.

"You don't have to be sorry for something like that," she says.

"I do. I shouldn't have been so threatening, even if was years ago now, I need to apologise," I say.

"I forgave you the minute it was about their deaths. I lost my mother, Ken, I might not know about losing both but I was in despair after just one. And I had a fucking warning! I think you must have felt really fucking terrible and you have the right to express your pain," she says.

I sigh.

"I don't know, I was so out of line, Wen," I say.

"Look at me okay?" She asks.

I look at her.

"You haven't done anything wrong! Especially now! You have done so much good already! So just shut up about something you already did. As wise men say 'If you live in the past, how do you survive to see your own future?'" Wendy says.

I kiss her. What is it with this damn girl? E V E R Y O N E does this, everyone kisses with her!

"I'm sorry," I say.

"Are you with Lola?" Wendy asks.

"No, not right now. We broke it off," I say.

"I... Okay?" She says.

"Okay. I wanna know how the fuck this keeps happening," Kyle says.

He walks over to us.

"Me too, dude," Stan says, coming from the other side, smiling.

"I really don't know. There just are so many good moments with her!" I say.

"I know right," Kyle says.

Wendy is laughing at the conversation.

"I wanna know why I'm always here to watch my brother kissing," Karen says.

"HOW IS EVERYONE ALWAYS THERE WHEN I OPEN UP TO SOMEONE?" I yell.

"Deal with it, happens to me too," Stan says.

Wendy nods and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Although Wendy is like 80% of those disturbances," Stan says.

"Love you too," Wendy says.

"They're too fucking cute," Kyle mutters.

I put an arm around him.

"So when are we getting together?" I ask.

"I-I," Kyle starts.

I laugh.

"You can't be socially awkward and tall, that's just gonna ruin your whole life," Wendy says.

Kyle rolls his eyes.

"Watch me," he says.

Wendy laughs and the two of them kind of high five, only, it's the most aggressive thing ever. Obviously as a joke.