---Kenny's pov---
I drag Butters away from Stan and Kyle's make out room. I'll have to ask Stan about it later.
Butters looks at the door then back at me, "S-Say Ken, what were they doin' in there?"
I keep back a laugh, "Not sure... But we should hurry up and get a room for ourselves already."
Butters smiled at me and nodded, god damn. He's too cute.
"Heya... Ken?"
"Hmm?" How hard is it to just find an empty room in this house?
Butters pulls on my hand making me stop and turn to him.
He looks down at his hands, rubbing his knuckles together, "What's up, Buttercup?"
"Are we gonna... Y'know..." He asked, his face getting bright red.
I smirked, "No, I don't know. Are we gonna what?"
His face gets even more red - if that was even possible, "Uh... Well, y'know.... A-Are we gonna...." Then he started muttering and I couldn't understand it.
"What?" I ask leaning slightly closer to him, "I didn't hear that."
He stops looking at his hands, and instead he looks up at me, "Are we gonna... K-Kiss or somethin'?"
I smirked, "Only if you want to, Buttercup."
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