[Y/D/N] = Your Dad's Name
[Y/M/N] = Your Mom's Name
Description: The three times Kenny asked to marry [Y/N] and the two times [Y/D/N] said no.
Kenny's POV
Okay. I can do this. It's just a simple question. Actually, it's not that simple. It could be simple for some guys (and maybe girls) to ask there girlfriend's dad this certain question, but for a guy like me...it's not that simple.
So, I'm wearing my nicest clothes - a orange button up, rolled at the sleeves to about elbow length, and light brown khakis - and my brand new black converse I bought with my own money. How I got money...it's a long story. I combed my hair to make it look nicer than my usual shaggy look. I wore my best colonge - the one [Y/N] gave me as a birthday present.
I drove in my brother's nice pick-up truck, it's red with shiny rims, to the [Y/L/N] residence. As I parked in the driveway and turned off the car, I exhaled a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. Damn. I feel dizzy now. Maybe I should bail and go ho- NO! I have to do this! Come on Kenny, you can do this.
I get out of the car and checked my pockets to make sure it's still there...yup it is. I walked calmly up to the front porch, stood straight and tall, and raised my fist to knock on the door. All I have to do is knock gently. And...
*BANG* *BANG*
DAMN IT!!!
I SAID KNOCK GENTLY YOU ASS FUCK!!!
Okay, okay. Calm.
*Knock Knock*
Good.
Now I hear footsteps, possibly her mom or dad. Definitely not [Y/N]. The door swings open roughly and I'm met with an angry face of her dad. [Y/D/N] [Y/L/N]. Man. Why does he hate me so much? Is it because I'm poor or is it cuz I'm a man whore?
"Kenny...McCormick." He always says my name like that. Why? Ugh.
"Hi...sir." Good start. Now let's finish this with a good end. " I would like to ask you an important question about your daughter, [Y/N]." Politeness always gets you what you want.
He looked as if he knew what I was gonna ask and contemplated whether I should ask. "Okay, go ahead."
Okay Kenny. This is it. Just ask him nicely and calmly. "I want to marry your daughter." Shit. That wasn't a question. "I mean- may I have the permission to ask your daughter marry me?"
"No."
*Slam*
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Rejection. Worst feeling ever. But I won't give up. I can do this. I will succeed.
I'm back at the [Y/L/N] residence two days later wearing different clothes. A green Polo shirt and the light brown khakis again. My shoes? I don't care. Again, I walked up the porch and knocked gently this time.
*Knock Knock*
"Coming!" Sounded like her mom. Maybe it'll be easier this time. The door swung open and revealed her mom, [Y/M/N] [Y/L/N]. This'll be way to easy, her mom is nice and she loves me.
"Hi Mrs [Y/L/N], may I ask you a question about your daughter?" I asked politely. She smiled and held up a finger to say 'hold on a minute'.
"[Y/D/N]!" Her mom called. Oh no. Why can't I talk to her instead? She's more nicer and more likely to say yes.
Her dad came to the door and grimaced when he saw me. "The answer is still no." Then he shut the door in my face.
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Okay. The first two times didn't work. What am I doing wrong? Am I not dressed nice enough? No, that can't be it. Hmm...
You know what! That's it! I'm going in my normal clothes and I'm gonna prove to him that I'll be a good husband to his daughter. I love her and I'm not giving up.
I ran down the hall in my house, out the front door with a slam, and ran down to [Y/N]'s house. Once I made it there, I banged on the door and waited. Soon, I heard footsteps and the door opened and [Y/D/N] was standing there, looking confused at first then angry.
"What don't you understand? No means n-"
"Please just- please." I begged. I wanted this so bad. "Let me marry your daughter. I promise to love her for eternity." I was on the verge of tears.
"I...no. What makes you think she'll say yes?" He had a point but it was worth a shot. "But if you want to marry her then..." Oh my God. This is it. "Go ahead and ask. I trust you'll take care of her."
...
YES!!!
I FINALLY DID IT!!!
"OH MY GOD! Thank you sir." I hugged him and he gasped. "Thank you so much." He patted my head.
"No problem son. Now...go get her." He gave a little shove on the back and I quickly ran upstairs.
[Y/N]'s mom came up behind her dad. "I knew you'd give in sometime." She patted him on the back and walked upstairs to listen in on our conversation.
And just to let you know, she said yes.
