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Bumblebee 
Crazy stuff? John raised a brow, his first thought was that he was involved in illegal stuff. Then just let his crazy thoughts roam his clueless mind. "Really like what? are you doing stuff that's against the law?" John asked, he wanted to be a cop so he figured he would get his start here in the train.
John pinched his lips together, he remember when little Kennedy would get bullied and it always urged him to go to his defense. "Yeah I remember that. But you're not getting bullied while John Walker is around. I still remember how skinny you were too" He said as he teased his young friend.
Why wasn't everything going well? "Really you and I are on the same boat then. What's going on with you?" John asked as he reached into his jacket and pulled out some pudding-filled cookies. He smiled and offered some to Kennedy.
The wedding plans and finding a place to live with his fiancee, get him the worst anxiety feeling ever. More now that everything is going to be owls, he also felt very strange. He couldn't quite put his finger on how he was feeling or what he was feeling at the moment.
Kennedy choked back his laughter which came out sounding like if his throat had been clogged.
"I'm not the one doing...stuff," he said, almost defensively, but with grin on his face. And if there was illegal stuff going on he wasn't doing it on purpose. All the questions could go to his father whom was most likely the guilty one.
At his friend's next comment he allowed a chuckle to escape him. It was true. He had been a scrawny string been that couldn't hold his ground two years ago. Although, he almost preferred to be the kid he was back then. At least then, he didn't need to deal with what was going on now. But, his bulking up he had to thank John for that. He taught him how to exercise, work out and take care of himself...although he wasn't the type to care for his figure. It was like brotherly bonding time. "
Oh yeah, and I remember you pushing me to run a mile when I was practically crawling on my knees." Oh yes, fun times.
Running a hand through his messy, curly hair Kennedy turned his head to John.
"Problems with my father and...Aurora," he said, murmuring the last part. He frowned, thinking of everything that happened during the summer. He noticed John's mood wasn't up and loud like always, so instead of focusing on himself, Kennedy centered on his friend.
"What's up with you?" he asked as he took the cookies.