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Night time
Night time were always the best time of the day, It meant Timmy could relax. And everyone were always so quiet this time around.
Well except for the sound of the Spencers being...Well, The Spencers.
Yelling, Throwing, Screaming, Groaning, And some occasional Police sirens. Yep, You name it. And it really didn't help the fact the Timmy lived next door to them.
They're filth, A disgrace to mankind. Mouses basically. Annoying little chirping Rats that come and go, Rats would've been a good example to describe the Spencers if they weren't extinct here in Canada, And plus. even that is an understatement. Well, that's what the McNaughton would say if they were ever asked about what they thought of the Spencer family.
Timmy would’ve agreed with them, too if he himself wasn’t currently sitting beside one of them, watching the night stars together.
"Aren't the star's pretty tonight, Spencer?"
Kevin shrugged, What was so special about stars anyways?
“Well, they’re pretty nice to look at. And also cause…” Timmy trailed off.
Kevin rolled his eyes. While plucking a few blades of grass.
Cause what? Kevin muttered.
The stars were steady and still, Yet they still carry a glint of life in them. That was what Timmy was looking for.
"Cause, They're just alway there y'know? not bothered by anything."
Kevin snorted, Litting the ciggerate that was just sitting in his mouth. Thats stupid, Kevin said.
"I know."
They sat in silence for a bit after that interaction.
Suddenly, Timmy eyes lit up with an idea.
"Hey, Spencer."
What? Kevin replied, not taking his eyes off the sky.
"Remember when we were selling off brand joints? I think I still have some of that stuff on me." Timmy chuckled.
Kevins blinked, then turn his head to the other. You do? Kevin replied.
"Yeah, I dunno why I have it honestly, Wait."
Timmy dug through his pockets, fingers fumbling.
"Lets see...Oh, There it is!"
Timmy pulled out three joints, slightly deformed, with bits of tobacco poking through tiny cracks from being carried around for so long.
How long have you had that around? Kevin asked
"I think like..uhm, Maybe 3 or 4 months?
“I was wondering if we could smoke them together,” Timmy added, scratching the back of his neck, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. “Or something.”
Kevin told Timmy to put that away since he didnt want a smoke that smelled like Timmy because he thought that was fruity as hell.
"Dude, It doesn't smells like me at all." Timmy scoffed
Yeah, right. Kevin said.
"Well, Your loss man." Timmy said as he attempted to flick his lighter
Timmy clicked the lighter again.
Nothing
He frowned at it, as if that would magically fix things, which it didnt.
"God this lighter REALLY hates me."
You sure are lucky today. Kevin glanced over, amused despite himself.
"Whatever." Timmy waved him off, he was about to give up lighting his smoke but Kevin beat him to it by handing Timmy his lighter.
"What for?" Timmy asked, Very confused but intrigued by the offer
Shut the fuck up and take it, Kevin replied coldly. Looking the other way avoid looking at the edgelord
Timmy smiled anyways and took it. "Thanks man."
He clicked the light
His mouth was filled with smoke, Timmy took a cautious drag from his cigarette, and started having a violent coughing fit almost immediately
Kevin laughed at the sight, Telling Timmy that was real smooth.
"Shut up, Spencer." Timmy rolled his eyes
The shouting from the Spencer house died down for once. It was just the crickets, the breeze, and the stars above them filling the silence.
"Jeez finally, I thought they'd never shut up." Timmy sighed in relief
Kevin looked at his feet, And then the view of the neighborhood. Dont get used to it, Kevin grumbled. Not taking his eyes off the view that layed upon him.
"So...What are your parents always bitching about that would be so loud, even I hear it when im trying to sleep?" Timmy bit his lips, Why would he say that?
Kevin blinked and spoke out softly
I could go on about what they’re groaning and pissing about, Kevin said. Who gets their share of the welfare money. Half assed arguments. Usually because the fat bastard messes with Anastasia.
Taking a drag from his joint.
The smoke faded into the sky, A sight Kevin saw a million times already.
He continued. That always ends with Percy either passed out from getting beat, or Tubby slipping into unconsciousness from laughing too hard. Kevin sighed
But Its normal, Its not a big deal, Im used to it. Thats what you get from the Spencer's. Disappointment
Timmy scooched in closer to Kevin, Shoulders touching
"You've never told me this." Timmy turning to face Kevin
"I mean- I could guess why and i'd be correct, but, I guess...Its just a little suprising hearing you telling me yourself." Timmy clarified, before scratching his hair, slightly messing up his hair.
Kevin shrugged.
Timmy looked at the sky along with Kevin.
"Its not your fault, You know that. Right?" Timmy asked, The question carries a bit of detached concern.
Kevin didn't respond
Kevin knew it wasn't, Kevin knew the reason why his parents are like that because they always were.
But something was stopping him from responding to Timmy right away
What if it WAS his fault?
What if everything he loved was long gone because it WAS his fault?
Maybe everything was his fault.
His, only.
Suddenly, Timmy- out of nowhere, embraces Kevin in a warm hug. Clutching Kevin thin orange shirt with one hand.
Kevin immediately squirm and tried to get out, try and escape.
Run away.
But Timmy's grip was far too tight, Eventually Kevin stop fighting it and settle in.
Despite the chilly air of the cold night, the heat from the hug was throwing Kevin off.
It was a really nice one.
But yet.
The pit in Kevins stomach still didn't go away, Was it suppose to? if so.
Why wont it?
"Its gonna be okay, Kev." Timmy reassured Kevin under his breath
Will it? Kevin asked
"I promise."
A muffled television show was on, the floorboard creaking along trailing the faint footsteps downstairs
It kept playing again and again in his head, Why didn't he try harder to break out of Timmy's grip?
And why did he miss it?
It felt foreign to him, But then why does it feel so nice?
Not even the damn goose is there to guide him.
Unlike all the other hugs he'd receive, This was different.
It was a hug that told Kevin Timmy cared
A hug that told him one person was willing to be alongside with him, Easing the weight of whatever burden Kevin has to carry.
Suddenly, But finally.
It clicked.
Out of nowhere- It finally made sense.
Timmy was like the stars, He didnt hug Kevin out of pity, Or because "It was the right thing to do"
He didnt want anything from him.
He was just there, For Kevin.
Kevin turned to his sides, The thin blanket brushing against his bare skin, It was warm.
Not as warm as earlier though.