You seem a little different--Kenjorine

Chapter 10 ⭐

Karen had wasted no time in throwing herself into an old, creaky wooden chair and bouncing excitedly as the plate of bacon Marjorine was previously holding was slid in front of her. She basically drooled as she stared down at it.

"Didn't know you could cook, Beautiful," Kenny chuckled out as he walked to the table.

Marjorine stared down at the table, cheeks pink. A small, downwards smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

Karen hummed suspiciously, and her eyebrow rose. "Are you sure you aren't dating?" she teased, hand hovering over a piece of chewy bacon.

"KAREN!" Kenny shouted, flustered. Marjorine giggled, and you could see hearts floating around Kenny's head before Karen started talking again.

"Introduce me to my sister-in-law," she teased, poking at her bacon.

Kenny was about to interject to her teasing again, his mouth open in protest, before Marjorine interrupted him.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize me," Marjorine laughed, as if she hadn't changed a bit. She hadn't gone to Kenny's house as much when they were younger, as Kenny had always opted to stay with her. However, she still went over quite a lot. At minimum, she went for 18 hangouts and 7 sleepovers, but that's just an estimate.

"No?" Karen remarked, unnecessarily sassily.

At this point, Kenny had taken part in the conversation, ready to install some input.

"You remember Butters?" He felt bad for bringing up the fact that Marjorine was once that little boy, in case it made her insecure.

"Yeah, that one boy that always came over when I was little? The one you always talked about how you had a huge crush on and you cried for like years after he left?"

Marjorine's face went red. Did he really have a crush on me? She asked herself. Oh, Hamburgers. I feel so bad for leaving him like that. It was all my fault. She fiddled with her fingers, picking at her nails as she basked in her consciousness.

Meanwhile, Kenny was denying the accusations. "NO! I did not 'have a huge crush on him' and...and I did not cry! I was totally fine!" He shouted, embarrassment reddening his cheeks.

"Well..." Marjorine started, shifting the attention of the room towards her, "I...I am Butters, but I go by Marjorine now." She smiled warmly, with a slight hint of apologetic-ness hiding behind her closed lips.

It took Karen a couple more seconds to process the information, and when she realized, her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.

"OH MY GOD!" She exclaimed, putting a hand to her mouth. "KENNY, YOU'RE DATING YOUR CHILDHOOD CRUSH?"

Kenny groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "For the last time, Karen, we are NOT a thing, goddamit!" His tone was both embarrassed and flustered, with a pinch of annoyance.

Marjorine set the other plate of bacon on the table and walked over to Kenny, throwing her arms around his shoulders. "You sure about that, Ken doll?" she teased, moving her finger in circular motions against Kenny's chest. She was joking, of course, but it didn't help Kenny's mind from going wild.

"Ew, get a room," Karen gagged dramatically, pointing her finger towards the back of her throat. "At least let me eat my bacon in peace."

Marjorine let go of Kenny's neck and pulled a chair away from the table with a loud screech as it scratched against the floors. "Come sit," she offered, gesturing to the chair. Her hand sat on the back comfortably.

Kenny blinked a couple times before keenly sitting down in the chair, spreading his legs and leaning forward to take in the scent in front of him. Marjorine subtly shifted her hand to start scratching Kenny's scalp.

Karen made a grossed out face at the pair, Kenny happily munching on bacon that was still way too hot to be consumed and Marjorine smiling down at him with the love of a newly married wife. The entire scene was disgustingly domestic.

As the breakfast finished out, Karen headed back to her room to take a nap. It was a boring day, nothing exactly special. Slow, unimportant. The best kind of day to take naps in the sunlight of an open window.

Marjorine led Kenny back to his room by the hand and shut the door behind them. "Do you have Spotify?" she asked, turning to face him. They were sitting on the bed now, Kenny with his legs manspread and Marjorine with her's crossed.

Kenny turned to her, his right hand searching for his phone somewhere off to the side. "Yeah, why?"

Marjorine smiled. "I want to listen to a song with you," she confessed, her face just a bit red.

Kenny grinned broadly. "Of course." He clicked his phone on and put in the password, momentarily shifting his attention away.

As he clicked on Spotify, he turned his head back to his friend. "What song?" He asked, to the point.

"Work Song, by Hozier," she replied, after a moment of contemplation.

Kenny's face lit up. He recognized the name, and appeared to quite like the song. "You know that song?" He asked excitedly, grinning ear to ear.

Marjorine smiled upon observation of Kenny's child-like excitement and nodded. "It's actually one of my favorite songs right now."

Kenny's cheeks tingled with a familiar warmth. "I knew you'd have damn good music taste," he laughed, his words sounding like a joke, though he was being completely serious.

Marjorine giggled, her cheeks going pink. "You flatter me, Sweetheart."

Kenny's heart beat just a little bit faster.

As the song started, Kenny looked to Marjorine with a longing in his eyes. She didn't notice, as her eyes were closed, her head lolling from side to side, in tune with the beat.

God, how Kenny was in love.

She had started humming along to the lyrics as they rose, emotional and heartbreaking. However, she had a content smile as she hummed, as if it were a casual song about having a nice life.

Kenny hadn't even paid attention to the song, he had taken to intently staring at Marjorine.

That was, until Marjorine had opened her eyes abruptly and caught Kenny staring.