I've been thinking about doing a theatre or circus AU, both little shits raised me. Especially musical theatre, you better know I was in musicals!
Warnings: Cursing. Also, I'm just giving my advice to myself sometimes.
Ages: 19.
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Kenny's POV.

I grab on the tree, jumping at the same time.

"Ken! Slow down!"

I laugh and spin around. It's hard to explain but I'm good at imagining things, I can change where I am. I can be in Hogwarts or I can be in the land of dragons, all without moving a muscle. I can be a performer or a demigod, whatever I wanna be. I never had fancy toys so my imagination became the best one I have.

"Stop being childish."

"I prefer to call it being able to hold onto your childhood!"

"Is anyone surprised he's an author?" Stan asks.

I laugh.

"You're saying author like it's easy. I work 21 hours a day, three hours of sleep! I write it in my mind first, find the words and write. Sure, I don't put my hands in the mud but barely anybody does anymore."

"Oh now I get why you have 18 minutes where you just stare at a wall..... you're not sleeping well."

I laugh.

"How could I when everything around me has a story I could tell? I could take something from her, combine it with something from him and add in other people! I could build a castle in my mind! It's far beyond sleep! How did the world go to this spot? Where is it going? What are our villains like? What could these shadows do to us? Are they people? What do they think?"

"Ken's going crazy again."

"Let him, this is interesting."

I laugh and grab Kyle's hand, kissing it.

"I could make a kingdom, it's just a matter of words. I could save my dream men, it's all in here!"

I point to my head.

"I could rewrite the stars, I could cause a storm! I could kill millions, make millions! Everyone can!"

This time it's time to spin Stan around. He laughs.

"Every dream I've had could be told, every wave on the shore has seen something happen, I can only imagine what kind of things. Every little bird can gossip what it has flown past! Ideas are endless so don't let them run! It's a fire you have to feed! Creativity is the greatest thing in our minds and not using it is stupidity. Everyone can do it, everyone has a form to it! We need words so we can express, music so we can make the picture, art so we can make it all! Plays so we can show what comes out of that mind! I don't have time for sleep, the great and wide ideas FLOW and they needn't worry for I'm here to give them all a moment!"

Both of them look really shocked.

"Can we agree Kenny needs to speak more?" Stan asks, after a moment.

"Yes, we can," Kyle answers.

I laugh and hold in a breath for a moment.

"For dare I say every moment matters in a story tellers eyes. Always eye everything carefully! And the truest form of stories is living them! Is imagining them around you!"

I wink at both of them.

"Nothing can stop it! It's all in your heart and you just need to believe in the idea. Don't hide creativity because it's really the greatest gift. Animals can be kind of smarter than us but what they don't have is our creativity, they don't know the feeling of looking at the sunset and wanting to paint the picture for people beyond the hearing distance! It's all humans have! We're not excessively smart but we're damn creative and make everything just fine. We point out things in society like inequality and tell stories of what we could've done! Humans are fascinating for that ability, words, they're a beautiful thing!"

I go up on the rocks, jumping from one to the other.

"This is the greatest night of my life!"

Stan sighs,

"Must be a low standard, this has been pretty shit."

I laugh.

"It's not the things, it's the people."

"The people haven't been that great either."

I laugh and come back to him.

"You know what writing taught me? Love the antagonist as you love the protagonist. Everyone has a story to tell and I'm almost certain the people you don't like out of the ones you've met tonight, they think of you as the antagonist, they hate you. So be above them and love your antagonist. Story isn't any good without someone to build it up, we see a little of ourselves in our villains after all."

"When did Ken get good—?" Kyle asks.

"I'm full of surprises."

I grab both their hands and drag them up.

"It's mesmerising, is it not?"

"Looks like a full moon to me."

I laugh and jump ahead again.

"It's not any full moon! Who knows? Maybe someone is turning into a werewolf just next town!"

"You do know we—."

"Play pretend. Seems horrible to be so full of business as you are, Kyle, take a break and pretend."

I smile at him.

"It's important to take a break for the imagination!"

Stan laughs. He seems to be getting it.

"C'mon, Stan, it's fun! Let's get Kyle in on this!"

Stan nods and I just grab the tall ginger by the hand.

"Have fun, for us."

"I really don't understand what you mean b—."

"Imagine something," Stan says.

Kyle rolls his eyes before looking down for a moment. Telltale to making up something.

"Fine."

I kiss him, holding him by the shoulders to stay to his height. He laughs as we stop. He hasn't laughed that much since studying took him away from us.

"I love you," I say.

"Assholes," Stan says.

"You too, my love."

I kiss him as well, this time Stan is in the position I was in, as the shorter one.

"You two kiss or something."

I smack Stan on the ass as a 'hurry up', he starts laughing way too hard.

"I love you."

I just wink and the other two kiss.

Oh fuck these is an eyelash in my eye.