The Four Seasons

Happy Tears - Chapter Eight

I'm walking down the cold streets of South Park, with no idea what I'm doing or what to do, and a friend hopelessly following behind. I hadn't planned this far, no, I hadn't planned at all. I needed to take a breath, grab a bite to eat, and think this over.

My breath makes faint little clouds in the air. However, they quickly dissipate as we walk down the beaten path.

"Do you think (Y/n)'s gonna dump us?" I ask, a little out of the blue. Kenny seems taken aback by my question though, and replies somewhat harsh and a little annoyed.

"I don't even know what us is anymore, and, why would you ask?" I think about that for a good minute, or so, soon Kenny and I continue our conversation.

We don't talk for a while as we come by a coffee shop, miraculously still open at this time. The perfect place for my bite to eat, though I don't feel all to hungry. Maybe I'll just buy a drink. I order myself cocoa, then offer to buy something for Ken. He's somewhat nervous, or appears to be, and starts to stammer out something along the line of 'no.' I know he wants some though, so I offer to pay for him. He obliges, though somewhat awkwardly. I don't think I've ever seen Kenny like this, (Y/n) really must have shaken us up, struck a chord, I don't know, I'm not sure, but something.

Kenny orders a coffee, and gives me a hard time for getting hot chocolate, it somewhat lightens my mood, but I grumbled at it, swipe my drink off the counter, and make my way to the far left side of the room. I find myself sitting at a two-person table, but Kenny seems to have caught on and is seated on the far right of the room, the complete opposite from where I am.

I begin to eat the whip cream off the top of my cup, It's crisp and somewhat refreshing. As much as I need this relaxation though, I needed to think about us, and quick.

The only other relationship I had ever been in, was the one with Wendy. But we always went on and off, and on and off, and on and off, and so on, and so on, till we were off forever. One day, we had the final split between us, and it never mended itself. And some odd years later, it's the eighth grade, and there's (Y/n). There's always been (Y/n), since the day she moved here in third grade. We had been her first and only friends, then soon, we were dating. Except, not dating? That's the thing we needed to but never could figure out.

This should be a good place to start, I think to myself. Wendy and I stopped working, and at what point do me and (Y/n) stop working, or have we already stopped working?

I silently curse out myself for thinking that, I had brought up something similar earlier with Ken, he hated that I had even said it. I had hated that I had done that, too. I've made a lot of regrettable decisions, but (Y/n)'s certainly not one of them, I hope.

But Wendy was.

I wasted years of my life with her, years and years I could have spent with someone else whizzing down the drain. We still interact for school, but thinking back about her, in the context of being boyfriend and girlfriend, just made me sad. But we'd always come crawling back to each other, never knowing any better. Am I making a mistake staying with (Y/n)?

She doesn't make me feel like shit, and sometimes I think she might be the only person I truly love. Wait, love? Oh god, I loveher. I feel the corner of my eyes sting with oncoming tears. They roll softly across my face, at first I try to hide them, rubbing harshly with my jacket sleeve.

I look up, locking eyes with Kenny for a brief second. I take another few sips of my cocoa, and let the tears run freely down my face. After a few minutes, they stop, and I dab gently around my face to clear up any damp spots. Footsteps shuffle close by, and when I look up, Ken is standing over me.

"You ready to go?" he asks, giving me and my cocoa a somewhat weird look, I dismiss that, giving him a small smile in return. I pick myself up from the cafe seating and head back outside.

I kick my feet along the ground as we walk, (Y/n) makes me so happy, especially compared to past relationships. God, she makes me so happy. I want to be able to stay with her and see her smile. I want to be able to keep her in my arms every night, and kiss her cheek, and hold her hands. I want to be able to love her as long as I can, as long as we're together.

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A/n - Hello, hello! It's Cloud again, with chapter eight of The Four Seasons! We're almost a third of the way there, is anyone else excited? Because I sure am!

Next chapter will be Cartman, also, I'd love to hear which boy's POV is your favorite so far, I really enjoyed writing Stan's and Kenny's. Stan's, though, is my absolute favorite out of the three I've written for so far.