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The pling from the cashier echoed in the empty store as he rested his head in his hand with his elbow holding him up as he hovered over the counter.
"Hey Kenny" Billy Miller turned around from the shelf, his pants low on his hips and trying to seem like he actually had done any work. "Wanna take a break and get out on a smoke?"
He approached the blond that answered by reaching up and grabbing a cigarette package from the counter before nodding at the door.
Billy lit his one before handing it over to Kenny who nodded as a thank you before holding his hand around his cigarette to not let any wind blow it out.
He just got his cigarette lit before his phone vibrated, he picked it up and wiped off the cracked screen before reading '***** Fucker' on the screen.
Billy hovered over him. "Chick problems?" Kenny snorted and tilted his head to the side. "Dude, I wish" he said before breathing out a cloud of smoke.
"You care if I head home a bit earlier today? I have this school project-" "You're lying" "Yeah I am."
"Sure not that it matters. It's not like anyone comes here anyway." Kenny lifts his eyebrow at the other.
"Well, except that creepy perverted dude that comes here once in a while to try and hit me up. I don't think he counts."
"So, it's cool?" "Yeah, whatever. I mean really I think we could just check in and out here and it wouldn't make any difference."
Billy said, a snicker turning into coughing and Kenny couldn't help but grin.
"I won't risk it through, I need this job." He let the cigarette drop to the ground before putting it out with his foot. "Me too, for what else reason would I take this shitty job." He told before taking out another cigarette, throwing away the other one.
"I feel ya, anyway, I gotta go." "See ya tomorrow, and hey, get a hold of those chick problems." Kenny sighed when he opened the door. "Not chick problems." He told before the door slammed shut behind him.
Kenny started walking, it was just hinting at spring and it was still dark pretty early, not even close to it starting to light up when he was heading home from work.
It wasn't like he couldn't take care of himself, he had grown up in the slums of time and he wasn't a little baby anymore.
Even so, it wasn't like he wasn't troubled by the deep shadows and the dead end allies around.
He felt followed and turned up his orange hood hanging around his neck, wondering if he should light another cigarette as company when he walked home.
"Why weren't you replying to my text?" a voice came up behind him and Kenny showed his elbow in the direction the voice were coming from before he could think further.
"DuDE what thE fuck" Craig called out from the ground, holding over his bleeding nose. "Blame yourself, you don't just creep up on people whenever around here."
"Jerk." he looked down to wipe off the blood his nose when he heard footsteps fading and quickly got up on his feet. "heY!" he called and Kenny that had started walking stopped and turned his head. "What?"
"You were gonna leave me on the ground?" "Damn straight I was. You're not just thick now you're stupid too."
"Dude whats up with you?" he asked, catching up with the blond that now turned his hood down again.
"Nothings up with me."
"You're more of a douche than normally."
"Oh, you're flattering me." Kenny said with a small grin and Craig bumped his shoulder.
"Now answer my question, my messages."
"I was busy at work."
"Kenny, are, you, fucking, kidding, me." Craig looked disturbed over at him. "You do nothing at work, the only people coming by are me or that perverted man pathetically failing with hitting on Billy."
"Yeah I do realise that was a shitty lie. I didn't wanna think about it."
"You don't wanna think about what? This? You can't just ignore it." Craig played with the strings attached to his hat.
"I can't?" Kenny turned around so he faced Craig head on. "Just watch me."
Craig was quick and grabbed a hold of his jacket, getting Kennys smoked breath right in the face.
"Listen up here you cocky prick" Craig said, his breath husky in his ear. "A very little percent of guys would keep up with this. You're lucky. Don't screw it up."
Kenny grabbed the strap attached to Craigs pants and pulled him up closer. "You know how I feel about that voice" and Craig couldn't help but smile in victory.
"Do I? I don't think so." Craig flashed an innocent face. "Tell me, Mccormick, how do you feel about this voice?"
Kenny pulled him into a dead end alley, Craig on him in seconds. Kennys phone vibrated again and before Kenny could pick it up Craigs hand was in his pocket. "***** Fucker?" Kenny shrugged. "It rhymes."