Random and slightly pointless introduction: This is my attempt at a short, happy love-y story. I love Kenny and Butters. Well, I wrote this while watching TV, listening to music, talking to people, eating, and taking a quiz on facebook. So, clearly, this is not the best I've done. I don't really like this story, but I figured I'd upload it anyway.

Warning: Slash.

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And then I saw him. Kenny was sitting in the snowy clearing, his legs crossed. His golden-blonde hair moved slowly in the gentle wind. If it weren't for that, I would've assumed that time had frozen. I stared at Kenny in awe. I didn't even want to blink, for fear it would kill the moment.

His black jeans were ripped at the knees. Kenny wasn't wearing a shirt. His tanned, muscular shoulders were bare. I resisted the urge to go over there and trace the bones and muscles in Kenny's beautiful chest, back, and arms.

I jumped when Kenny sighed, sounding exasperated. The shirtless teen ran a big hand through his messy hair. "Can't I ever have a moment alone?"

"Oh- uh, I'm real sorry, Kenny, I-I'll just leave," I looked down and tapped my fists together nervously. "I really a-am sorry, I-I didn't- I mean, I..."

Kenny spun around in surprise. "No, no, Butters, it's fine... I-I didn't realize it was you..."

I glanced back up into his eyes. Their amazing electric blue color seemed to see right into my soul, my secrets, my deepest thoughts. He bit his lip and looked at me with a hidden emotion that I didn't recognize. He averted his gaze. "Um, Butters, you can stay... If you want..."

I couldn't stop the goofy grin that was coming onto my face. "O-okay..."

A long, awkward pause met my response. I shuffled my feet in the snow. He looked back up at me. "Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna sit down?"

My heart beat. I must seem like such a complete idiot to him. I walked over slowly and sat down next to him. I trembled from the cold snow. "S-s-so Ke-Kenny, what a-are y-y-you d-doing out h-here? A-and a-a-aren't y-you cold?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I could ask you the same thing, Butters. And no, I'm not cold. I'm fairly used to being shirtless in the snow. Don't ask."

I tapped my fists together. "W-w-well, I-I always c-come out he-here. W-when I'm l-lonely or I c-c-can't sleep..."

He looked over at me. "Yeah... Me too."

I blinked. "Why would you be lonely?"

Kenny smiled sadly. "Unrequited love. People telling me that I'll become my dad. My friends ditching me."

I put my hand on his shoulder comfortingly, without noticing what I was doing. The second my hand came in contact with his skin, electricity shot through my nerves. The warmth of his skin made my heart beat like crazy. My mind was in a haze. I slowly leaned in toward him. His ice eyes stared into mine.

Then our lips met. His fit mine perfectly. I could feel the shock run through him. After a moment, he kissed me back. My lips were on fire with the passion. He slid his arms around my slim waist. I twisted my finger in his knotted blond hair.

We pulled away, breathless. Kenny was grinning. "What was that, Butters?" he breathed.

I felt the heat fill my cheeks. "I-I..."

He laughed. "Calm down, Butters. I don't know what came over you, but I like it."

I smiled. "R-really?" He answered me by pulling me close and kissed me again.