I'm just............ I'm garbage at writing. Why won't people understand that fact? The description literally is 'this is my shitty story'.
~Eko.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I slowly get up.
What the fuck is it with my head?
Kenny smiles at me.
"Morning," He says.
What the fuck?
"I.... um," I say.
He laughs and gives me a hand, I take it and pull him up. Oh God, oh god. What the fuck is this about?
"I don't understand what the fuck is happening but okay," I say.
"It's normal, you didn't seem used to alcohol," he says.
"Why would I be?" I ask.
He shrugs and puts his pants on.... wait. I didn't even fucking......... F U C K.
"What happened, why, when?" I ask.
Kyle, priorities. Headache first before you pass out. That wouldn't be fun!
"Oh shit," I say.
"Oh no, watch out!" He says.
He helps me from slipping down.
"Fuck me," I mutter.
He sighs.
"Do you need help?" He asks.
I shake my head and put my clothes on, slowly looking at him.
"Okay. What the fuck happened?" I ask.
"Sexual shit," he says.
I groan immediately, hitting myself on the forehead.
"I'm so fucking stupid," I say.
"No, no you're not," he says.
"Yes, yes I am," I say.
"Maybe. Can we settle on a maybe you're?" He asks.
I nod and he smiles at me.
"But now that you're sober. Did you mean it when you said that you loved-?" He asks.
"I did," I say.
Why the hell do I feel so small? I shouldn't, I'm so much taller than him.
"The thing is, I do like you back. I'm sure you can't remember that but I do really like you," Kenny says.
I smile at him before taking him by the hands and giving him a kiss. He laughs and blushes a little. This feels so damn weird, he, Kenny McCormick, is damn blushing. Oh God!
"Hey men," Stan says.
He is stood by the door, grinning slightly.
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Kenny McCormick and 7 years of train rides. (South Park in Hogwarts.)
FanfictionI apologise, this is my shitty story now.