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Kenny McCormick // Love Me Pt 1

Date: 6/7/20
Time: 2:16AM
Age: 23
Extra: Most of this is just fluff and flashbacks. But, as you can see, this is only part one. It's gonna be three parts so keep on the lookout for that. << love you guys hope you enjoy :)

I rolled onto my other side in my shared bed, into Kenny's arms. He automatically wrapped his arms around me, though I was pretty sure he was asleep. After a few seconds, his eyes opened and he gave me a small, tired smile. I smiled back at him before burying my head in his neck and trying to go to sleep. I hadn't been able to all night.

"You alright, hun?" He asked. I could feel him rubbing my back and I cuddled closer to him.

"Yeah. Just can't sleep," I responded. "Don't worry though. Go back to sleep, Ken."

Kenny and I had been together for 3 years, though no one thought our relationship was going to last even 1. I had liked him for a bit longer than we had been together though. When we were in Middle School, we were best friends. Everyone thought that we were together then but he was still being a player. I didn't start liking him until Junior Year of highschool.

It was the year that he had stopped his player ways and, by late Junior Year, I had started liking him as more than a friend. 3 years later, he admitted that I was why he stopped being a player. He told me that he actually wanted to have a serious relationship with me.

So, we started dating. After a little over a year, we moved in together and we've lived together for the past 2 years.

I realized it had been a few minutes of silence and I realized that Kenny must've been asleep. I looked up at him to confirm my thoughts. I was wrong though.

"Sorry for staring. You just look so beautiful when you're deep in thought," he said as his cheeks turned light pink. I could tell mine were too. "What were you thinking about, anyway?"

"Just thinking about our past," I told him.

"Ah. All of our fond memories."

"And unfond. Like the first time I saw you die," I mentioned in a bit of a mumbled voice. He winced a little at that. He didn't like remembering the first time I saw him die. He always told me that it was one of his least favourite memories.

We were walking along the sidewalk in the middle of the day, talking about anything and everything. Mostly inside jokes because what are 16-year-olds supposed to talk about?

As we were about to cross the street, somebody held me back but Kenny continued walking. Kenny soon noticed that I wasn't with him and turned around, walking back. But he was quickly ran over by a truck.

I screamed and ripped myself out of the arms of whoever was holding me back. Multiple people grabbed me from running into the middle of the road and I fell down to my knees, tears running down my face.

After Kenny's body was cleaned up and everyone let go of me, I ran home. I cried all night and didn't sleep much. The next day, when I saw Kenny, I cried. Just had a full blown breakdown in the middle of class.

He ran up to me and pulled me away from everyone. After he explained everything, I pulled him into a hug. We stayed like that for a while.

"Yeah, that was...something. But remember when we went to prom?" He asked. I nodded. Of course I remembered.

He had asked me to prom months before prom was going to happen. When we went, it was the most magical night ever.

Everyone said that he looked so in love with me but I just couldn't see it. They said we would be perfect together. We both brushed them off and enjoyed ourselves.