-this december-

-chapter 8-

ART IS NOT MINE (might draw some for the story later)

TW- mentions of drinking, bad parenting, and minor stalking

November 30

Kenny POV

"I'm glad you could come, Leo," I tell my friend while I sit beside him on the roof. It not exactly safe up here, but I've only died from the roof once or twice and I wouldn't let anything happen to Butters.

"I'm sure glad I could hang out too!" He smiles, still looking uneasily at the ground.

"Dude, it's fine," I giggle. "We're totally safe up here,"

He relaxes, trusting my word. it's after school, maybe around 4. we both landed detention and i got him to agree to come up here with me.

"So," I lean back on the roofing titles, still looking at Leo. "You're ungrounded?" He shrugs.

"My dad, he got real drunk and I was somehow able to convince him to unground me," he informs me.

"Geez....Well I'm glad your here regardless. I like hanging out with you," I say. It's true. I think I like spending time with him more than anyone, expect maybe Karen.

"Aw, I like spending time with you too!" he grins at me. "we really seem to get each other, ya know?"

"heh, yea. i guess it's 'cause we're both pretty alone," I laugh, almost joking. His soft face turns to concern.

"why, ken! you're not alone! I mean, you got Karen and I guess Cartman and Stan and Kyle and sometimes Tweek and Craig and Clyde and the rest of their friends!" he pauses, hesitating. "and...and you got me,"

he flashes another smile, that grin i've grown to love so, so much. the way his soft, pink lips curve up and the way his eyes seem to smile too, sparkling blue, lighter in one eye thanks to his scar.

"can i kiss you?"

the words slip out of my mouth before i even think about it. in panic, i watch his face, waiting for the hardening of his eyes or the disgust.

instead, he looks shocked for a second. then his face melts back, lips pulling back into his smile.

"yea," he says, already leaving forward. "yea, you can."

before i can think to move forward, his soft hand is cupping my cheek and his lips are pressed against mine, eyes closed.

my eyes flutter shut as well, as my heart begins to race. my hands reach up a little to hold him just on his chin, rubbing my thumb over his rosey cheeks.

he pulls away after a minute, grinning madly. he begins to laugh a bit, but not in a cruel way. i laugh with him.

i don't know how long i've wanted this, but i can help but feel... proud? successful?

i don't know, but i'm happy for sure. i'm so damn happy.

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a camera flashes from down below, but the lovesick boys who are kissing again are too busy to notice.

"well, well. isn't this lovely. too bad butters' dad won't like it too much. how sad." the person giggles as they make a post

red-head:

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just some high school romance! wonder what mr stotch with think of this 👀

"aww how perfect. everyone's poor little romances are falling apart."