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❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 :

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⊹ INSECURITY. ⊹

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Y/N POV :

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Numerous reports have been filed in. Disappearances have been clocked in by multiple families,stating that--"

"What a bunch of junk." I muttered to myself as I tuned the radio on the kitchen counter. I was bored out of my mind and waiting for Kenny, I literally had nothing to do today.

My ears were filled with distorted voices and static sounds as I turned the knob of the radio.

"Fuucckkk. Where is he?"

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

I yawned as I felt my eyes flicker open, I stared up to the ceiling. I must've fallen asleep . . . on the couch.

I huffed as I quickly sat up, stretching a bit before I completely stopped in my actions, listening to the voices present in my house . . . Voices?

No, voice.

Kenny.

I shot up from the couch and rushed to the kitchen, I stood at the entry way and stared at the back of a dirty blond headed boy. The strap of my dress was slightly falling off yet I didn't care, I rushed towards him and held him in surprise.

My hands were wrapped tightly around his waist, I hid my face in his back and listened to his voice. He was talking to someone on the phone.

"Oh, shit. Yeah. I have to go now, alright? We'll finish this . . . conversation later." Kenny said lastly, he didn't exactly seem to react to me "surprising" him.

He put the phone down and turned around somewhat. He now looked down at me and I simply looked up to him, he grinned and hugged me back.

"So, why did you all meet up?" I asked, I honestly wanted to know. Kenny's smile faltered a bit and he broke our eye contact, he now looked beside him at seemingly nothing.

"Oh . . . Just some stuff we had to discuss . . . "

"Ok . . . " I softly said. I could tell something happened, well obviously. His eyes found mine again and he flashed me a subtle grin with his gapped teeth.

"So, what are we having for dinner then?" he asked, I shoved him lightly and pulked away, crossing my arms.

I flashed him a smile as I wanted to laugh, "McCormick, you know very well it's your turn to make dinner!"

"Yeah . . . I just wanted to test my luck . . . "

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Stotch? Mar . . . Marjorine Stotch?"

"Yep! That's her. She looks wonderful, so polite as well - like always."

"That's nice, I haven't seen her face in a while." Kenny spoke in thought, drinking from his glass. I nodded as I placed down the utensils in my now empty plate. Sighing while my eyes roamed the table.

Kenny made us spaghetti, honestly he was such a good cook.

I love him.

He's so smart and humorous, I could listen to his words all day long. I loved and appreciated every inch of him . . .

His dirtied blond hair.

His subtle dark colored eyes.

The freckles that kissed his skin.

His stupid teeth.

"I love being with you."

"Oh? Well, I have to tell you something." my eyes sparked wonder at his response. What was it that he wanted to tell me, I hummed and rested my head on my hand. I now waited patienly for him to continue,

". . . I really don't know why I'm telling you this . . . "

"You can tell me anything, I'm right here."

"Okay . . . I think Stan likes you."

My brows instantly furrowed. That came out of fucking no where. No seriously, what. That was so random, he's telling me that his . . . Friend likes me?

I hope Kenny was aware that I only had eyes for him, if that was relatively his concern of course.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, kind of thrown off.

"Intuition. His hands sweat when he's near you." my brow quirked,

"Maybe he has sweaty hands."

"Maybe . . . Maybe something else . . ."

"Like what? I've known him for years and we've always had our fun, as only friends."

"I'm sure he had fun as well but I'm sure he's hiding something . . . " I scoffed, this was silly. It felt like he was only assuming Stan liked me, I never thought of Stan that way. Stan I weren't even close friends!

"Ridiculous." I stated as I stood up, straightening my dress as I picked up our dishes. I headed back to the kitchen and sat it down, I heard Kenny's footsteps get louder and clearer.

He was now here, I turned around and saw him lean on the counter, simply staring at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're nice to look at."

"Is that all?"

"Nice to be with."

I smiled and walked up to him, hugging him tightly and giving him a kiss.

"I love you, Ken. Don't ever doubt that." he stared at me a bit longer, soon he hid head in the crook of my neck, I smiled and petted his hair softly. He breathed me in and I just hugged him tighter,

"It's quite late. Do you want to go to bed?" I questioned in a whisper tone, Kenny nodded his head somewhat.