What Can I Do?

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What Can I Do was a story written in 2015 by Saveraedae about the life of Kenny and how he dealt with his father's death along with his new step-dad. It is VERY POORLY WRITTEN, and Saveraedae acknowledges that it is not canon whatsoever as of 2018. It is considered a relic of the 2016 era of TMS. This story does not make any sense. In fact, the first version of this story is lost, as it used to have a different ending that made a bit more sense before being quickly rewritten.
=Story=
==Chapter 1==
"Dad, PLEASE!" demanded Kenny Peterson, currently at the age of twelve. A smile however, was not on his face.
His dad put his arm on his son's shoulder. "Sorry, Kenny," Owen started, "I have to work all day today."
This made Kenny even angrier. He already didn't see his dad enough, but now this? "But DAD-"
Owen slowly shushed him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Kenny. I promise."
Kenny didn't respond, and turned his head away from his dad.
"Bye, Kenny." he turned over to his wife, Allison and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "You too, 'Hon." And with that, he left.
Allison put her arms around Kenny. "It's ok, Sweetheart, he'll see you tomorrow..." she said softly.
Kenny lowered his head in doubt. "That's what he always says..."
~Two years later~
Kenny, now fourteen, was trying to keep calm while only living with his mother. His father had died that very day he finally yelled at him. Oh, what he would do to erase that conversation... If only he had listened to Kenny's warnings... "Don't go to work" was imperative, but his dad didn't listen.
Kenny was lost in a train of thought, not even realising he was supposed to be paying attention to Mark, who was now noticing.
"HEY, KENNY!" Mark snapped in a rude tone. He got even closer to him and began to yell, "KENNY!"
Kenny opened his eyes in realization, widening in terror as if he knew what was coming. "Y-yes, Mark...?"
Mark pulled him closer, "LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY, OR ELSE." and let Kenny go.
"Yes, Mark..."
He let out a sigh, hoping that one day, Mark would be kinder to him, Jonathon, and Benjamin. That sure was alot to ask though. Mark was pretty rough. It didn't always use to be like that though... Back before Boss and Darcy decided to have Leon, all of the four were the best of friends... But something changed in Mark's heart whenever he heard about Leon, something that Kenny wished hadn't have happened. He honestly didn't want anything to do with scaring a poor kid. Neither did Benjamin or Jonathon. They were all innocent victims of Mark's desires.
Mark slowly, but angrily marched over to Benjamin and stared at him. Benjamin looked back at him, but then looked away.
"BENJAMIN."
He looked at him once more, this time yawning a little. "Yeah?"
Mark slapped him across his face. "DON'T GET TIRED." he ordered.
Ben looked back up at Mark and smirked, not in any pain, adding, "But humans need sleep."
Mark rolled his eyes a little. "No. Whatever you are, it's not human."
Ben gave Mark and adverted glare and then Mark looked over at Jonathon. Jon stared at him directly in the eye, showing obvious signs of fear. He backed up a little, hoping not to be yelled at. Mark thankfully ignored him and continued. "As I was saying-"
Ben interrupted, "As you were saying-"
Mark shouted, "QUIET!"
The door to the room was slowly opened by Leon. "Mark, why were you-"
Mark didn't even let him finish and was quick to yell, "GET OUT OF MY ROOM, LEON."
Leon looked up at Mark a little, his eyes cute and innocent. "But Mommy wanted to see you..."
Mark rolled his eyes. "FINE." he slowly walked over to the door and pushed Leon out of the way. Once he was far enough down the hallway he yelled, "WHAT DO YOU WANT, MOM?"
Leon turned back to the group, and said boldly, as everything was going according to his plan, "RUN."
==Chapter 2==
It was almost dark out, the sky a mixture of pink and orange as Kenny rushed to get home. Mark made him stay late again. He stopped midway and leaned on a street sign, panting for breath. His pulse was up, as he just dashed from two blocks without stopping. He let out a short moan while staring hazily at the sky. According to his calculations, if he didn't make it home in six minutes, he'd be in trouble. He settled back, and began to run again, his body already tired enough. But soon, he was home. He quickly opened the door. He walked in and shut the door, too tired from all of the running he was doing to look up.
"Kenny?" he heard his mom call. Then he heard... another voice... and a strange one at that. Who was that? It sounded like it belonged to an average male. Kenny, too caught up in his curiosity, didn't answer.
"Kenny!" she called again.
Kenny began to wander towards the room his mother's voice was coming from. He slowly and reluctantly walked into the room. He spotted his mother and a man, whom he would soon know as Mason Glenn.
"Hello, Kenny," his mother started, getting up from where she was to go see her son, "I would like for you to meet someone!" 
Kenny was staring off into nothing as Mason stuck his hand out for Kenny to shake. Mason nodded. "I'm your mother's new love interest to be exact!" he smiled. "At least I hope so!" Allison began to laugh casually at his joke. Mason's hand was still out, and Kenny had yet to shake it. Mason slowly brought his hand back. "Okay then..." He chuckled awkwardly. Kenny looked around the room and then turned back to the door, walking out without saying a word. "Not one for words, is he?" Mason asked, puzzled.
"He usually won't shut up!" Allison replied questionably. "I wonder what's wrong?"
Meanwhile, Kenny headed straight for his room. He didn't even know what to feel now. At least his disorder wasn't deciding for itself for once. He sighed as he quietly shut the door. He instantly fell onto the carpeted floor, his thoughts all over the place. 'Who exactly is that man? Why is my mother looking for someone else? What would my dad think?' was all Kenny could think. He tried not to get sad, as he would just go on and on with crying for Lord knows how long. He rolled over onto his back and began staring uselessly at the ceiling. He slowly closed his eyes, soon falling asleep due to all of his runabouts.
==Chapter 3==
The next morning, Kenny awoke in his own bed. He tiredly looked at the clock next to him. It was eight twenty-eight. He sat up a little and stretched. He shoved the covers off of himself and began to get out of bed. He looked around. What happened last night? He couldn't really recall anything from after he came home. Maybe it was so boring he forgot? He turned the knob on his door and pulled the door open. Then he remembered... that man. He had hardly made it through the short hallway before his mother stopped him. 
She took ahold of his arm. "Kenny..."
Kenny looked up at her, his expression not flattered. "Yeah...?"
Allison began, "I could tell that you weren't happy about what happened last night," she let go of his arm. "But I want to let you know that you shouldn't be."
Kenny looked away and crossed his arms. "Oh yeah?"
Allison gave him a glare. "...Yeah." "I know your father probably would've done the same thing if it was me who died."
Kenny turned back to her, his arms still crossed. "Shush."
Allison sighed. "Alright, 'New Kenny', be like that. I just want my older Kenny back."
Kenny stared at the ground. He wasn't usually like this. His usual happy and optimistic tone was replaced with a solemn and dark jealousy. "I don't want you to find someone else." He didn't even realize how rude it had sounded.
Allison's tone rose. "KENNY!" "How could you say something like that!?"
Kenny continued staring down, but his head shot up upon feeling tears in his eyes. 'Oh no, not now...' he thought. 'Why did it have to be me?' He began a depressed sounding cry and covered his face with his hands. 'Why now...'
Allison put her arm around Kenny. "Kenny... Please... Don't be like that... Be happy!"
Kenny uncovered his face long enough to look his mother in the eye. "I-i-it's not my fault," he started, "Y-you decided to make a decision without m-me!" He covered his face again.
"KENNY!" She unwrapped her arm from around him. "I know I probably should've asked how you'd feel, but it is not your choice, young man!"
Kenny sighed deeply while still crying. Who knows how much longer it'd last. Allison began to walk the opposite direction into the living room. Kenny remained where he was. His crying slowly came to a stop, and he sighed of relief as he wiped away his tears. "I wish this never happened."
==Chapter 4==
Kenny sighed as he opened the door, returning from another day of torture from Mark. He heard The Man again. As if he wasn't even there, Kenny did what he would normally do and went inside of his room to think. He climbed onto his bed lazily. He was sitting at first, but started laying backward a little, resting his head on his arms. He heard a knock on his door and didn't say anything.
The knock kept on until Kenny finally said, "FINE, COME IN."
Mason answered and looked at Kenny. "Can I talk to you, Kenny?"
Kenny looked at him. "No." "Bye."
Mason looked back to Kenny. "I completely understand if you don't like me. It's not your fault, Kenny," he started, "But I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday. Let me reintroduce myself— I'm Mason Glenn."
Kenny took a deep breath. He honestly didn't want anything to do with this so called 'Mason Glenn'. But on the other hand, he didn't want a bad relationship haunting his subconscious. "I'm..." Kenny thought for a moment. "Batman." He smiled a little at this.
Mason smiled back at Kenny. "Ha, good one."
Kenny's smile soon faded again when he realized he was in a conversation.
"So Kenny," Mason started, "Do you have any friends?"
Kenny gave him a 'DUH THAT'S OBVIOUS' glance. "Ye- NO. I don't have any."
Mason ignored that. "Who are they?"
'Stalker...' thought Kenny. "Let's see— Mark Reed, Benjamin Washington, and Jonathon Washington."
Kenny frowned at that. He only had TWO actual friends.
"Oh, I'm sure you've got more than three!" Mason commented.
Kenny shook his head. "Nope... that's all..."
"Haha, Nah, I'm sure you're lying! From what your mother has said, you should have WAY more than three."
Kenny looked away. "Oh well." he sat up and looked Mason in the eye, impatiently awaiting for the end of the conversation. Luckily, his mom called for him.
"KENNY!" she yelled normally.
"You better go see what she wants..." Mason said.
Kenny nodded gladly and pushed past Mason. He spotted his mother and asked, "Yes, Mom?"
Allison immediately grabbed Kenny up in a hug. "Kenny, how was your day?"
"Same as usual..." he replied, his face squished against his mother.
His mom kept hugging. "What did you do today?"
Kenny looked away as much as he could. "Same as usual." he sighed.
"It's after dark," Allison said, "I was worried about you.
Kenny, changing the subject, asked, "Who do you love more— me or 'him'?"
His mother loosened the hug. "Well," she started, "I can't really pick a favorite."
Kenny looked down, disappointed. "O-oh..."
His mother quickly reassured him by squeezing him even tighter. "But no matter what, you'll always still be my Kenny."
Kenny looked away. "I wish Dad would've always been your husband..."
Allison set Kenny down from the hug. "I wish so, too..." "Whoever murdered him has been caught though, they said." "So no more worrying about that guy."
Kenny looked down. "I guess so..." he sighed slowly. "I just miss him..."
"Kenny," Allison started, "I do too." "But remember what you said— 'Look on the bright side'."
==Chapter 5==
"Ok guys," Mark started, "It's about time we set some rules." He went over to the corner of his room and pulled out a regular sized notebook. He flipped through a few pages then read aloud, "Rule number one- listen to ME."
Kenny was hardly paying any attention again. He was thinking hard about what he was going to do tonight. He knew this 'Mason' guy would be there; he was there the last two. Kenny began shifting while still standing. There really wasn't many options. All the plausible ones would potentially leave him grounded. He focused his attention back on Mark, who was still going on about 'rules'.
"Rule two- Benjamin is not allowed to say anything stupid."
Benjamin looked over at Mark upon hearing his name. "Excuse me~?"
Mark turned his head to look over at him. "Rules are rules, I don't make them."
Benjamin rolled his eyes. "Actually, you kinda do-"
He was interupted by Mark. "Stop breaking THE RULES."
Benjamin shut up, but his expression remained the same.
"Rule three," he went on, "Jonathon isn't allowed to be a WIMP."
Jonathon stared at the ground. "Sorry..." he put his hood over his head and sighed.
Mark ignored this, as he knew Jonathon would never stop being the way he is. "And," he flipped a page. "Kenny."
Kenny was still lost in thought.
"KENNY," Mark said in a more demanding tone, "PAY ATTENTION."
Kenny shook his head and looked up at Mark. "A- Uh- y-yes?" he began to look in every direction nervously.
Mark stared back down at the notebook. "Stop LAUGHING so much, it's annoying."
Kenny looked at Mark helplessly. "Mark, you know I can't..."
"THEN TRY." Mark replied unsympatheticly.
Kenny sighed with no reply. That's when he got his idea. He looked to his side, where Jonathon was still standing there with his hood on shyly. Kenny nudged him gently while still looking at Mark to avoid being blamed for not paying attention again. Jonathon turned his head to the side without saying anything, his expression still faded away by his shyness. Kenny narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Can I stay at your house tonight... I don't want to go home..."
Jonathon shook his head no and turned his back to him.
Kenny felt a rush of confusion come over him. Did he do something wrong? Was it him? He turned and nudged Benjamin rather hard, which Ben then let out a whisper-loud "OW!" He rubbed his arm a little. "Sorry," Kenny whispered, "I just wanted to know if I could stay with you tonight since I don't want to go home."
Benjamin looked at him. "Eh..." "I guess. Does your mom know?"
Kenny looked back at Benjamin nervously. "Y-y-yeeeah..."
Benjamin narrowed his eyes. "You don't sound sure."
"I am!"
Mark stopped talking. "KENNY!" "Don't make me have to teach you a lesson again!"
Kenny's eyes widened in fear. "I'm s--sorry, Mark...!"
Mark glared back down at the notebook.
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As the three left Mark's house, Kenny went the opposite way he usually went. Jonathon was still very quiet around him and his hood was still on. His hands went down into his pockets as he leisurely walked down the sidewalk.
Kenny looked over at Jonathon. "Jon," he started, "Answer me."
Jonathon flipped his hood off and looked at Kenny. "Y-yes..." he replied.
"Ah there we go, Jonnie~" "Now why did you say no earlier?"
Jonathon kicked a pebble in his path. "W-well," he started, "I really don't know if that's best for you right now."
"Why is that?" Kenny asked, putting his arm on Jonathon's shoulder.
Benjamin answered for him. "It's because, like- our parents are kinda fighting now and, yeah."
"Oh," Kenny replied, "I'm sorry..." "My mom has a 'boyfriend'."
"She does?" Benjamin replied, "I guess that's cool."
Kenny did not respond.
Soon enough, the three arrived at their destination. Benjamin opened the front door a little and heard squabbling. "Let's just use the back door..."
They walked to the back of the house where there was a door. Benjamin opened it and walked in, trying to ignore any fighting. Jonathon and Kenny followed. Benjamin opened the door to his and his brother's room and went over to his dresser. Jonathon walked past him and unzipped his jacket. Kenny looked around, unsure what to do. He noticed the darkness and knew his mother was probably worrying about him.
Trying to think of more important things, he asked, "Where will I sleep?"
Benjamin pointed to Jonathon. Jonathon then rubbed his arm and blushed a little, mumbling, "If you want..."
Kenny smiled as Benjamin took off his sweater. "Imma go take a shower," he stated, "I'm tired. He folded his sweater and set it on the dresser. Kenny watched as Benjamin left to go get clean(er).
==Chapter 7==
It was now the next day, and of course, Kenny had been punished. He wrapped himself up in his blankets almost as if to strangle himself. He looked up at the ceiling to think. He usually thought before he got up each morning. He rolled back around and layed on his stomach. His eyes were barely even focused yet. He half blindly looked at his window, squinting his eyes to ignore the sun. He noticed Mark outside, a little distance away, dragging Leon somewhere.
"NO MARK, LET ME GO!" Leon insisted.
Mark was hesitant. "No." He kept dragging him onward.
Kenny sighed and unwrapped himself from his suffocation of a blanket.
He stretched a little and slowly got up. He rubbed his eyes and started to walk to the door. He turned the handle and it opened. As he walked down the short hallway, he saw his mother.
She looked at him. "Well hello there, Kenny. Are you going to act better today?" her tone was a little mocking to him, but he ignored it.
"Y-yes m'aam I guess..." he replied nervously.
"I hope so." Allison replied.
Kenny looked up at her. She looked serious. "I'm sorry..." he said.
"It's ok, Kenny." she replied. "Just PLEASE don't do it again. I'll miss you too much."
Kenny looked at her. "Ok..."
A knock at the door interrupted the awkwardness. "Al, are you home?"
It was Mason.
Of course.
Kenny sagged a bit and groaned. "Is he coming in?"
"Well, yes he is, Kenny." she replied, walking over to the door and opening it.
"Hello, Al. Kenny," Mason started, "I wanted you both to meet my daughter, Ava real quick."
A six year old girl with a light green shirt and brown hair put up in pigtails with a bow stood there looking annoyed while holding a bunny plush. She did nothing as Allison stuck her hand out to shake hers. Ava started walking further down the street, still carrying her plush carefully.
"She's not really one for words, is she?" Allison asked.
"Ironically," Mason stated, amazed at Ava doing an exact déjà-vu of Kenny's greeting. "She usually never shuts up."
==Chapter 8==
Kenny sighed deeply as he sat through an endless lecture of Mark carrying on and on about how much he hated Leon.
Mark groaned. "Ugh, he deserves to die, ya know? Maybe be slowly tortured until his death~" he snickered a little at the thought.
Benjamin decided to interupt him, confused as to why Mark had said such a thing. "Or you can just... You know? Love your brother?"
Mark began to give Benjamin a confused glance. "Who'd ever believe that? LOVING your siblings?" he crossed his arms.
Benjamin looked back at him. "Um, YEAH? Like Jon and me?" he pulled his brother a little closer. Jonathon was startled at the motion.
"Yeah, but I mean NORMAL people." Mark replied. The arguing continued for quite a while.
All of this talk about siblings left Kenny to wonder: What if his mother married that Mason? Wouldn't that make- Ai- Al- Av- -AVA! That's it- his step-sibling? He really didn't want to imagine that, but the thought kept coming back. He perked his head up to see what Jonathon was doing. Jon was still in the one-armed hug from Benjamin. Kenny smiled and leaned to his right to hug him as well. Jon became even more surprised than when Benjamin had grabbed him up, forcing a blush to spread across his face. He looked to his side to see Kenny hugging him. It felt warm and sincere, just like Benjamin's. He smiled a little, the blush slowly fading away as he blinked his eyes. Kenny let go. Soon it would be time for him to go home. He surely wouldn't pull off what he'd done last night though. But he sure didn't want to go home.
==Chapter 9==
As much as he didn't want to go home, he did. He angrily opened the door and stepped inside. He looked around. He didn't see anyone. Why would nobody be there with the door open? He looked around a bit more and noticed a small folded piece of paper. Unknowingly, he unfolded it and read it. It read:
"Dear Kenny,
I'm away for tonight at Mason's. Please do your normal routine. You'll have to fix your own dinner. I'll be back tomorrow.
Love, Mom
P.S. - I love you"
Kenny groaned. She couldn't have told him this sooner? At least Mason wasn't HERE. He folded the paper back and put it back where it was. He started to walk to his room when he saw that girl- Ava!
Quickly, all he could think to say was, "What're you doing here!?"
Ava glanced back at him, her face full of alertness. "Are you Kenny?"
Kenny approached her. "Yes, why?"
"Your MOM said that you needed to take care of me tonight. She said her and MY DAD were busy.
Kenny flinched at that. He knew what that meant. And his mom never mentioned Ava in the letter. "Well..."
Kenny didn't really know anything about younger children. He certainly didn't want to become like Mark to Leon, so he smiled ay her. "Th-then make yourself at home I guess..."
Ava looked at him. "I WISH."
Kenny didn't understand that. He looked to the side awkwardly.
Ava looked down at her rabbit plush, which she cherished so dearly. Her mother had bought that for her the day she disappeared. Her Dad said she was gone, that's all. One day she hoped to 'find her.' She held her plush closer as she got a good look at Kenny's face.
"Don't scare me...!"
Kenny repeated the words questionably, "Scare you...?"
Ava nodded. "You're one of those boys that hangs out with the boy that scares that other boy~."
Kenny froze. Is that how people labeled him? As a mean, careless bully that fed off the fright of the innocent? "I really honestly don't want to," he started, "His brother makes me." "Just like the others."
Ava studied his expression. Kenny looked sincerely sorry. "Oh," she said, "Then nevermind."
Kenny looked at her, then down. "I want to stand up to him, but I just can't..." His eyes began to water. "Oh... no, excuse me~" he said lowly while making a run for his room. He opened the door and began to uncontrollablly cry, just as usual, but for a very good reason. He always wished that Mark would revert back to the way he was before Leon, and that's always why he stuck around. But maybe he should at least try... or maybe... soften him up a little.
==Chapter 10==
It was the same as usual for the past few days, weeks even. Mason was either there or Allison was either at Mason's, and Kenny got used to that. But one day, however, things seemed a little off.
As Kenny pushed open the door, he immediately sensed that things were different. 
"MOM?" he demanded. 
He slammed the door shut and immediately began to look around for her. His day wasn't very good. Mark had made him and Jonathon guard the outside of the saferoom, and everyone knows Jonathon can't keep his mouth shut about a burden. Leon was in there the whole time, and of course he had a terribly huge feeling of guilt still rushing inside of him. Instead of confronting it, he passed it off as an annoyance as usual. Jonathon wouldn't stop saying aloud that he was going to die one day if this keeps up. Kenny was who Jonathon vent to all of the time since they were the closest. He had to admit, it was kind of sweet to have someone trust him that much. But aside from all the happenings he had going on today, he had another issue; He was home alone.
"Mom?" he asked more desperately.
Kenny had never been actually ALONE before. He didn't like the feeling. The door was open and everything, so something must be up. It wasn't like he could call her, she had taken his phone away. He looked from side to side and settled himself down on the couch. He was beginning to get a little worried. Was Ava supposed to be here? If so, was she missing? 
Without any second thoughts, he asked, "Ava?"
No answer.
Without thinking, he threw his Freddy mask off of him. He surveyed his surroundings. He decided it was safest to lock the door, so he did so.
With a frightened tone, he let out a faint, "Oh man..."
He DEFINITELY HATED this feeling of lonliness. He sighed quickly and made a run for his room.
He slammed that door shut and surveyed his surroundings once more. Just his room.
He jumped onto his bed after removing his shoes and turned on a lamp. It was STILL too dark for him. And where was his mom? He got under his covers and covered his head with the blanket.
'Where's Mom when I need her...' he thought. 
Again, as if it were his normal routine, he began to cry again. Of course he couldn't control it, when could he ever?==Chapter 11==
"W-why did you want me, Kenny?" Jonathon asked, "You know I don't like walking in the dark... your house is too far..."
Kenny smiled, "I know, but I just needed you to keep me company."
Jonathon looked down. He didn't really see himself as being worthy of being called 'company'. He honestly found himself as an annoyance to himself.
Kenny put his arm around him. "But we'll have fun, right?"
Jonathon looked at him while mumbling, "I guess.."
Kenny took his arm off of him. "There ya go, Jonny."
The two continued to walk to Kenny's as it grew dark.
"Kenny, please hurry up, ok?" Jonathon said, "But I'm sorry if I'm rushing you..."
Kenny was astounded at how dumb that was. He wasn't home yet because Jonathon was so slow. If he wanted him to speec up then, then ok.
"Alright then." Kenny said taking ahold of his arm. "Then let's go."
He started to drag him forward quickly, not giving him any time to think.
Soon enough, though, they had arrived. Kenny let go of Jonathon's arm as he began to open the door.
Locked.
Kenny began to wonder, why would she lock the door? Maybe the back was open? Then he remembered, he had the key. He dug around in his pocket for it for awhile then pulled it out. He turned it in the door and opened it. The two apparently had the same idea to come in at exactlythe same time. As Jonathon rushed in, he pushed down Kenny and fell over him. He immediately got up.
"Sorry..." he said, closing the door.
Kenny got up. "It's fine..."
He grabbed ahold of Jonathon's arm again and dragged him to his room.
"I don't feel safe here, Kenny..." Jonathon admitted.
Kenny too, felt the same. It was hard to feel safe when only two fourteen year-olds were alone together in a house.
"Oh, Jon~" Kenny said. "I feel safer now than I did yesterday now that you're here."
Jonathon managed to half smile. "R-really?"
Kenny nodded. "Yeah, you're my best friend, right?"
Jonathon looked at him. "I am?"
Kenny was once again astounded. They were always the closest ones in the group. How could he not know?
"Of course you are."
Jonathon smiled completely. "T-thanks, Kenny!"
His excitement got the best of him as he pulled Kenny into the tightest hug ever. He immediately realized and let go.
"I'm sorry..."
Kenny smiled at him. "Don't be. You're amazing."
Jonathon started to frown again. "H-how am I?"
Kenny pulled him back into the hug. "Because you came here even though you didn't want to. That's what makes you my best friend."
Jonathon shyly put one arm around Kenny in return. "Well, I... um..."
"Thanks for protecting me."
Kenny always tried to make Jonathon feel better about himself. He knew what was going on in his mind and he always wanted to convince him otherwise.
"I love ya, Jon," Kenny said, "Ya know, as a friend..."
Jonathon put his other arm around Kenny, which was enough of a response."I- love ya, too..."==Chapter 12==
==Chapter 13==
The rest of week happened, as it should, (it was now Friday) and that only made Kenny more annoyed of Jonathon. When did he get so annoying? And why was he afraid of CHEESECAKE? The more Kenny wondered, the more confused he got.
"Jonathon," he asked while walking, "Why do you keep coming here for me? I know Benjamin is probably lonely."
Jonathon glanced over at Kenny. "You wanted me to." he said, "And Benjamin is probably happy I'm gone..." He quickly turned away.
"Why's that?" Kenny asked.
Jonathon put his hood over his head as always. "Everyone thinks I'm annoying..."
Kenny noticed tears in his friend's eyes. He put his arm around him. "You aren't annoying," he started, "You hardly do anything at all." "And besides, I listen to you. Does Benjamin?"
"I don't tell him the things I tell you, Kenny!"
It got silent for a moment.
"B-but enough about me, what's happening with you?"
Kenny sighed and looked down. "My mom is dating a man and I don't want anything to change..."
He may not have noticed, but he as well, had tears in his eyes. Jonathon put his arm around Kenny after flipping his hood off of his head.
"Kenny," he said, "Just go with it."
Kenny turned and looked at Jonathon. "Why should I?" A tear rolled down his face. "It'll just make things more complicated than they are now for me."
Jon kept on walking. "But it makes your mom happy. Don't you want her to be happy? She does everything she can for you. Now it's your turn to do everything you can to support her.
Kenny perked his head up a bit. "I... I guess..." "But I don't want anything to change, Jon!" He began to cry as he hugged Jonathon as tight as he could. He felt the hug being returned.
Jonathon rubbed Kenny's back soothingly. "Shh, Kenny, it's ok..." He waited for him to calm down.
"I'm s-sorry, Jonathon. I know this isn't your problem..." he finally said.
Jonathon smiled a bit. "I have to help you. You helped me through everything, Kenny. I don't know if you realize it, but I would've killed myself already if it weren't for you."
They arrived at Kenny's house. Kenny wiped away his tears and opened the door. He was surprised to see Ava when he opened it.
"What're you doing here?" he asked.
Ava just looked at him. "Your mom and my daddy are here..."
Jonathon rubbed his arm before mumbling, "Should I go?"
His question was answered when Kenny Yanked him inside.
"Come on Jonathon, let's do things by ourselves." He dragged Jonathon to his room. Kenny took off his mask. "If you want to go home you can."
Jonathon quickly denied. "Nope, it's too dark out!"
Kenny looked out. The sun didn't even set yet. "You sure?"
Jonathon nodded. "Kenny," he said, surprising Kenny by hugging him tightly, "Remember, just go with it."
==Chapter 14==
Jonathon leaned his head down as tears spilled from his eyes. "This is hopeless, Kenny!" Kenny picked his head up.
"Maybe we should work on this later?"
Jonathon continued to cry. "N-no, it doesn't matter anymore. This is hopeless... I'm hopeless..." He tried to break out of Kenny's grip, but he didn't let him go.
"Jonathon, it's going to be ok. You are not hopeless. And don't EVER say that again."
Jon looked up a little. "But I am hopeless... I can't do anything right... And everyone hates me..."
Kenny looked at him. "Jonathon, just stop. Stop saying things that aren't true." Kenny picked Jonathon up and started carrying him towards his house.
This startled Jonathon. It cleared his mind as he blushed suddenly. "Wh-hu- Kenny! I- I can walk..."
Kenny continued and opened the door. "I didn't want to take any chances." He stepped inside and set Jonathon down on his feet. He took a moment to regain balance.
"Th-thank you, Kenny..." Jonathon thanked him, still blushing. He trembled a little as he rubbed his arm. "Sorry you had to waste your time with me..."
Kenny nudged him a little hard. "Remember what I said?" Jonathon blinked.
"Oh..."
Soon enough, Kenny's mother came to see what he was doing. She noticed Jonathon and sensed how awkward he felt.
"Hi, Jon, good morning Kenny." Allison said normally.
Kenny took note of her presence. "Oh... hey..." he said.
Jonathon looked straight at Kenny, wondering what to do. Kenny understood him and shrugged.
"I have to go do... Something." Kenny said, as it was the best distraction he could think of. "Bye." He said, dragging Jon in his room.
Jonathon stood around, still not knowing what to do. "Kenny?" He asked.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"The reason why Mark was trying to kill me was because I asked him to..."
==Chapter 15==
Jonathon leaned his head down as tears spilled from his eyes. "This is hopeless, Kenny!" Kenny picked his head up.
"Maybe we should work on this later?"
Jonathon continued to cry. "N-no, it doesn't matter anymore. This is hopeless... I'm hopeless..." He tried to break out of Kenny's grip, but he didn't let him go.
"Jonathon, it's going to be ok. You are not hopeless. And don't EVER say that again."
Jon looked up a little. "But I am hopeless... I can't do anything right... And everyone hates me..."
Kenny looked at him. "Jonathon, just stop. Stop saying things that aren't true." Kenny picked Jonathon up and started carrying him towards his house.
This startled Jonathon. It cleared his mind as he blushed suddenly. "Wh-hu- Kenny! I- I can walk..."
Kenny continued and opened the door. "I didn't want to take any chances." He stepped inside and set Jonathon down on his feet. He took a moment to regain balance.
"Th-thank you, Kenny..." Jonathon thanked him, still blushing. He trembled a little as he rubbed his arm. "Sorry you had to waste your time with me..."
Kenny nudged him a little hard. "Remember what I said?" Jonathon blinked.
"Oh..."
Soon enough, Kenny's mother came to see what he was doing. She noticed Jonathon and sensed how awkward he felt.
"Hi, Jon, good morning Kenny." Allison said normally.
Kenny took note of her presence. "Oh... hey..." he said.
Jonathon looked straight at Kenny, wondering what to do. Kenny understood him and shrugged.
"I have to go do... Something." Kenny said, as it was the best distraction he could think of. "Bye." He said, dragging Jon in his room.
Jonathon stood around, still not knowing what to do. "Kenny?" He asked.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"The reason why Mark was trying to kill me was because I asked him to..."
==Chapter 16==
"JON!" Kenny shouted, "DON'T THINK LIKE THAT!" Jon shifted a bit. He didn't want Kenny to be yelling. Kenny's mom might hear. He rubbed his arm and went back to sniffing and crying. 
"I'm sorry...!" Kenny sighed. He might as well cut it out with trying to persuade him to be happy through correction.
"Jonny, I'M sorry..." He said. He sighed a little as he turned his back
"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" Jonathon asked through crying.
Kenny continued. "Because I couldn't make you happy." Jonathon stopped crying for a moment. "Kenny..." he started, "You've always made me happy. I never though I could really feel it, but... You do. It's just you that makes me happy though... You tell me to focus on the GOOD things, but..."
"But what?"
"But there's not anything I have to be happy about..." He shed a tear. " I wish there was, but... no. No there's not..." Jonathon turned himself around so he didn't have to face Kenny's reaction.
"Jonathon, I get where you're going." Kenny replied. "But being happy is what's kept me from turning insane the last three years! A lot has happened... My dad died, I have to deal with Mark, my mom is dating another man~" he paused. For the longest time in a while he had forgotten about that. He felt himself tearing up. There was no way to hide it. He started to cry as he hugged Jon tightly. "WHY THOUGH!?" He asked.
Jonathon hugged him back. "Kenny." he said. "Cry. Cry all you want. Crying is what kept me from going insane. And... You." He blushed a little at the thought of that.
"J-Jon." Kenny said, "You're who's kept me going... Knowing I made you feel better all those times made me feel better!" He continued to cry. "But now..." "Neither of us are happy..."
==Chapter 17==
Weeks had passed; three actually. Another day, as always. Kenny sighed. Days, days, days. What GREAT thing was going to happen today? As he got out of bed this time, he was careful to avoid any contact with anyone. He failed. "Hi, Kenny!" His mom said just as he was in the moment.
"Hey..." He replied unamused as he tried to walk back. Jon hadn't been coming over in a while. It's been at least a week or so since he had. He kind of missed having him over, mostly because he was a distraction from... Everything. He yawned, still tired as he thought of his plans for the day. Then he remembered. It was Saturday. Oh yes, great old Saturday. The June eighteenth Saturday. Not only was that Mark's brother's birthday, but it was... Father's Day... and just like last year, he had nobody to celebrate it with.
"Got any plans for today Kenny?" His mom asked interestedly.
"No..." Kenny replied in a depressed tone of sudden realization. "Nothing..."
"Oh I see..." Allison smiled. "So I guess it wouldn't make sense to tell you this... Important thing I need to tell you today?"
"Important thing?" Kenny asked. "What important thing?"
"Oh," Allison replied, "Just that Mason and I are engaged..." Kenny didn't like this.
"E-engaged!?" Kenny asked.
"Yes! I'm so happy! It looks like you're getting a step dad!" Kenny turned around.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT!" He attempted to leave the house when his mother stopped him.
"And you can spend the entire day with him today!" Kenny felt like he was going insane. This must be a dream. Never in his life had he woken up to Hell breaking loose.
"NO!" He finally said. "No!"
"No?" His mom asked, confused.
"No mom," he said more firmly, "I don't want to! He is NOT my real dad!"
"Kenny," his mom said walking over to him, "We've had this conversation before. Kenny. Why can't you just accept your fate?"
"BECAUSE I WANT MY REAL DAD!" Kenny replied, leaving. He slammed the door on his way out.
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