Doing What You Shouldn't (TF)

"I...do," Kenny let out a breaking exhale, "I don't know how to do all this." His tone was simple, plain even, "But I figure at this point I should probably stop trying to figure it out. I'm not good at that But I trust you are, so...I'll do my best to follow your lead."

"Good, then get up and get back to her room," Kennedy climbed off the bed, sliding her fingers through her hair, "Claire might be wondering where you got to by now, and as I said, I don't plan on breaking her heart. So we need to handle this properly, and not like a pair of jackasses." Kenny slowly swung his legs over the edge of the bed and leaned forward, his face was blank but eyes full of conflicting thoughts. "What?"

Kenny flicked his eyes up at the snappy word, "I just...I feel weird."

"You feel weird?" Kennedy retorted in a near-mocking tone, "What does that fucking even mean? I'm telling you to go to bed, not fucking leave me. Is this going to be a running thing with you? Because I'll seriously get annoyed."

"No -- Well, I mean I hope not -- But I'm not weird because you're telling me to leave your room, I'm weird because you want me to head back to your sister..."

"Your girlfriend?" The blonde corrected, crossing her arms,

"Yeah, my girlfriend. You know the same one you just got me to realize isn't meant to be. Who doesn't really like me and I clearly have feelings for past her now? Even walking in there feels like lying..." He brought a hand up, slowly rubbing his brow.

"Oh Christ, what's the issue here, seriously?" Kennedy's voice growled as she tossed her doe brown eyes, "You're just going in there to fucking sleep. And correct me if I'm fucking wrong, but you have already been lying to her dumbass. You fucked me weeks ago, and she doesn't know. So what's the problem now?"

"Because now I don't care!" Kenny tossed a hand up, "Christ Kennedy, you do realize this is a lot for me right? That this doesn't come naturally? Thirty minutes ago, I was doing everything I could to try and protect that relationship. But now I don't want to even be with her that way, and I'm just supposed to play the part?"

Kenny saw another toss of her eyes and a headshake in turn, "Yeah, you are." The words came out so easily it might as well have been chilling. No hesitation, or discussion about it, just a simple command.

"But --"

"No but's about it, Clark!" Kennedy sharply cut him off, "You need to go back in there, and you need to play your part for a while longer. You sleep together, spend time together, you two fuck if she wants it," Kenny's eyed widened, but he could see the seriousness in Kennedy's eyes as she spoke, "You continue to be the good plucky boyfriend for as long as you have to."

"You're...serious." The words hung off Kenny's tongue in disbelief, "You are actually telling me to go so far as to have sex with your sister still? After everything that happened? After where we are?"

"God you're like a fucking -- Dense as a fucking hammer," Kennedy slowly twirled, gritting her teeth for a few short moments before letting out one final sharp exhale, "Clark. Let me do this very fucking slow, so even someone like you can follow. I told you, I don't want my sister hurt. I told you I'd take care of this. But I can't fucking do that if you're too fucking cowardly to even be near her. Fake. It. I don't care if you have to put it in her for a few more days, Claire deserves that at the least from me. I can accept that, so you're going to too."

Kennedy's words hung in the air, heavy with their implications. Kenny felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him, suffocating him with its complexity. He stood up slowly, his legs feeling unsteady beneath him as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"Look," he started, his voice trembling slightly, "I know I've been lying, and I hate myself for it, but doing all that feel...I don't know. It's just not something I should do, right? You and I both know it's wrong, plus it's not as simple as just going back to her and pretending like everything's fine. I'm not specially trained in the art of living a double life over here. I kinda want to be with, you know," He extended his hand and gently took Kennedy's into his, "Who I want to be with."

Kennedy sighed, her frustration still evident in the way she raked her fingers through her hair but an expression of calm returned to her face, "I get it, Kenny. Believe me, I do. But right now, we have to deal with the mess we've made. We can't just run away from it. I'm responsible for Claire and you are too, this is the only way this works the right way. I need you to do this." For one of the few, if not one of the only times, Kenny could hear the sincerity in Kennedy's words. She truly was only thinking of her sister at this moment, "Do this for me." His lips pursed and her lower jaw rolled a few quick times, "Please."

Kenny's brow bumped upward, there had been narrowly more than a few times in his entire life he'd heard Kennedy Thomas say the word please, and without a doubt this was the only time he'd heard it towards him. "I -- I, uh," The teenager cleared his throat, feeling more than obligated. So far, he'd done a hell of a good job screwing up his first relationship and now, he was holding the possible fate of Kennedy's relationship with Claire in his hands. "Okay...I couldn't really live with fucking up your relationship with Claire, so if you really have a plan to make this all work out in the end...then I trust you."

Kennedy took a quick step towards him, "You mean that?" Her brown eyes remained ever sharp, "I don't need some fucking bullshit promise that you go back on the second that annoying little conscience you have rears its ugly head."

The teen lightly shook his head, "I'm not lying, all the other shit...I'll figure out," He blew out a sharp exhale, "But I won't fuck this up like I've been fucking everything else up. I promise you, Kennedy. I'm following your lead."

Kennedy held a gaze on the teen for a few silent seconds before nodding, "Good. Then go. Go do your part and I'll work on the rest of it." Kenny returned the nod and turned, heading out of the bedroom and back to Claire. Kennedy, in turn, headed over and finally shut her bedroom door before immediately letting out a hard and panicked exhale, "Fuck." She cupped a hand over her eyes, "Got it all fucking figured out, don't you? Clark...you're doing all this for fucking Clark, what the hell is the matter with me?" The blonde twin meekly moved to the edge of her bed and sat, knowing just as she had from the very start, she didn't have a damn clue on how to fix this. "Fuck, Claire's going to hate me." She cupped her hands over her face and shut her eyes, doing what she could to settle her mind and do as she claimed, make the grand plan that somehow netted her Kenny without breaking Claire's heart for stealing him away.