You seem a little different--Kenjorine

Chapter 9 ⭐

Kenny nodded. He, all of a sudden, felt exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to go to bed.

Marjorine was the first to climb into bed. She pulled the faded blue blankets up and climbed in, sighing happily at the warmth that came over her.

Kenny hesitated climbing in after her. He wanted so badly to do it, but he also still wasn't sure how awkward she found it. He wasn't sure until Marjorine held up the covers beside her.

"Get in," her smile was welcome and sweet and her voice was gentle.

Kenny smiled back, but his heart screamed.

He quickly made his way to the bed, trying not to stumble over his own feet.

He slithered into the bed, and Marjorine gently laid the blanket over him. She giggled as Kenny closed his eyes and smiled.

When he opened his eyes again, Marjorine was gazing softly at him, her cheeks rosy. Her smile was as sweet as sugar and heavily infectious.

The whole scene was heavily domestic. The love in their expressions as they gazed at each other was so alive and gentle. So calm and happy. The silence was comfortable.

It was like they were already comfortably in love.

Marjorine chuckled quietly, and closed her eyes. She snuggled into Kenny's bare chest until she was comfortable. She prayed inaudibly that Kenny wouldn't find it weird. She was too tired to second-guess.

Kenny sighed and draped his arm over her shoulder, nuzzling his face into her tussled blonde locks.

He grunted as he tightened his grip around her and pulled her closer. She didn't retaliate, and gently rested her hands against his warm chest. She could hear and feel his steady heartbeat.

When Kenny was comfortable, he rested his hand in her hair, and stroked the back of her head with his thumb ever so gently.

They knew that friends didn't do this, but neither of them really minded. They had always loved each other, romantically or not. Nothing they did together had never been awkward.

It didn't take long for either of them to drift off to sleep, due to their contented comfortability.

When the morning came, Kenny was the first to wake up. It was still quite early, and the golden light from the sunrise poured through the curtains and filled the room with a comfortable glow.

He grinned from ear to ear as he looked down at Marjorine. Her eyes were still closed in blissful sleep and her breath was soft as she snored faintly. Her cheek was pressed against the pillow, and a small stream of drool leaked from her mouth.

His eyebrows knitted together over adoring eyes. His cheeks warmed.

"You look so peaceful," he muttered, running his hand through Marjorine's hair. He contemplated going back to sleep, or just laying there, basking in the harmony of the situation.

After just a bit of thought, he decided the best option was to keep the moment going. He'd learned to live every day to the fullest after dying so many damn times.

The moment was entirely perfect, and once Kenny cuddled back up to Marjorine, he fell asleep quickly.

When he woke back up, Marjorine was gone. Kenny was slightly disappointed. His eyes widened as he feared she had left, or if the entirety of the night was a dream.

As the full realization hit him that she might be gone, his chest heaved and his eyes moistened. He was so happy, she was finally back. So many years had gone by, and she was back, just to disappear again.

He threw the blanket off of him and hastily jumped out of bed, trying to center himself as a wave of dizziness hit him from standing up so quickly. He put a pale hand to his forehead.

"God, not...not again."

He rushed out the door, and stopped when he heard sizzling coming from the kitchen. It could be one of two people. Karen: Kenny's little sister, who he'd at least have to say good morning to before going back to his room to wallow in sadness; or Marjorine. He was hoping it was her, sizzling some breakfast, looking down at the pan.

Kenny's cheeks went hot at the thought of such a domestic image.

He closed his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, the smell of bacon hitting his nose. "Smells good," he complimented, knowing whoever it was at the stove would appreciate it.

"Thanks, Ken Doll."

Kenny's eyes shot open at the sound of Marjorine's voice, still groggy, but you could hear the smile. She giggled, and his heart soared in excitement, happiness, and relief.

"You were out cold when I got up, so I hopped along to the store and got some bacon," she explained, lolling her head from side to side as she looked down at the pan.

"I thought you'd gone," Kenny admitted, his tone rather melancholy.

Marjorine's tone seemed to switch as well, and she turned the stove off. She shivered as she set the pan down; it hit the burner with a loud CLACK!

She turned to Kenny with sad eyes and smiled reassuringly. "I didn't even want to leave the first time," she laughed silently.

"I didn't want you to leave either," Kenny replied as she made her way over to him.

She stopped a couple inches from him, and put her arms around his shoulders. Gently, she pressed her forehead to his. She had to bend over a bit, but she still made it work.

"I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon," she reassured, her expression promising and serious.

"Please don't." Kenny closed his eyes and sighed, and their two breaths mingled. He circled his arms around her waist with a precise gracefulness; careful and gentle.

"Kenny, you never told me you had a girlfriend," a third voice interjected, startling the pair and breaking the silence. They immediately let go of each other and Marjorine went back to preparing the bacon as if nothing happened.

"She's not my girlfriend, Karen," Kenny huffed, crossing his arms.

"You sure about that, Kensational? You two looked as if you had just kissed. G-R-O-O-S," she spelled out, sticking her tongue out right after.

"Groos isn't a word," Kenny joked. "And she's not my girlfriend."

"Sure, sure," she started, before taking a whiff of the smell floating throughout the kitchen. "Is that bacon?" she questioned, her eyes lighting up.

"Yes it is, Karen," Marjorine beamed as she turned around, a plate in each hand.

"Sweet!" She exclaimed, excitement coating her voice.

Kenny leaned up against the kitchen wall as he watched the interaction go down. He already knew Marjorine was perfect, but her getting on so well with his little sister even after all these years, even after she was almost completely new, it was just a cherry on top.

He couldn't help but grin as he put his hands in his pockets and continued to watch as Karen hurried to the table, Marjorine following suit.