2005
today it was a boring day. nothing special. school was boring. everything was boring.
today, Cartman, Stan, Kenny and i just sat, talk and made fun of some kids. it was never a dag like this.
after the school i went straight home. i checked for any love poems, but nothing. after awhile
i decided to find out who was writing these. so i tried getting notes for couple of students in the same classes as me. and compared the writing.
and, after a lot of research i found a match.
Kenny's handwriting matched perfectly the poem handwriting. so i texted him. i told him i wanted to meet up so i can discuss something. he aproved so in half an hour we're meeting at Starks Pond.
i took a walk to Starks Pond, since i had a whole 25 minutes. it wasn't far from where i live but it wasn't close.
when i arrived there, Kenny was sitting on a bench, so i sat next to him.
"Hey dude" he mumbled
"Hey Ken'" i smiled
"what you wanted to discuss about?" he asked
"well, lately i've been receiving love letters. so i did a research on the handwriting. and it mached yours" i took out one of the love letters and handed it to him
"yes, i wrote these." he said and i looked at him
"i'm not going to lie. because you know me well enough. i wrote these as an experiment. we had that talk some days ago. and it kinda hited me. you are pretty atractive, and i know you well enough as a friend. and i thought. that friends can fall in love right?" he looked at me
"y-yes? but what's your point?" i asked not sure
"what if we started dating, and maybe..." he explain
my jaw dropped. i didn't expect that.
"so? what do you say?" he asked flying his hand in front of my eyes
"what if we fall in love with eachother? what if the other find out?" i asked him
"well, if we'll fall in love, we'll still be togheter. they won't find out. i swear" he said putting his right arm on his chest
i looked at him and i nodded. i couldn't say anything to him. he hugged me really thight. we stayed like that for a couple of minutes, then we both went home.
when i arrived i went up in my room and threw myself on the bed.
'what was i thinking?'
'what if i end up beying played'
'what am i going to do if Stan finds out?'
all the worse questions flew around my head. i decided to take a shower so i can get my mind off the subject, and it did.
i started reading some old book. the only thing i can remember is that i fell asleep late with the book on my chest.
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i am really really sorry, for taking to long to post amd this chapter being a total mess and short.
i promise i'll do better next time.
if you have ideeas that may go well with the theme, i will read and considerate them. it'll be really helpfull since i'm out of ideeas.
✨s t a y s a f e✨
