A/N: I was pretty down today & so I wrote a little something uplifting :p It was inspired by Chuck Berry's song "You Never Can Tell" **The song lyrics are italicized** I hope you enjoy! Please R&R!
You Never Can Tell
It was a teenage wedding,
And the old folks wished them well
A beat up old pick up truck zoomed down the highway.
Surrounded by desert, a black blanket of stars above.
Holding hands and laughing into the night,
Kenny driving one handed, smoking a cigarette,
Butters resting his head on Kenny's shoulder.
Their first kiss had been just a few hours ago.
Prom - the middle of the dance floor.
Some people booed, some cheered,
Neither of them heard anything more than the sound of their hearts beating together.
With that one kiss, they knew.
And so, hand in hand, they ran out of the gym,
and left that town behind.
Vegas was gorgeous at night,
Burning neon against the dark.
Butters has never seen so many lights,
Or so many people.
He leans his head out of the window and gives
A shout of excitement. Kenny laughs and ruffles his hair.
The little chapel was fast and cheap.
Kenny carries Butters out like a bride,
And they spend their first married night together
In the bed of that old red pick up,
Making love above the sand and under the stars.
Just three days after the prom,
The new couple returns home.
They settle into their little one-bedroom apartment.
Kenny finds a factory job, first shift.
It's hard work but he loves it.
And when he comes home, dirty and greasy,
Butters makes him clean again.
Butters finds some work too.
A good job with good hours
And decent pay.
And the extra money coming in,
Works out well.
No one in South Park thinks it will last.
"Just another teenage wedding" they say,
"After all, they're only seventeen,
What can they know about love?"
But days turn into weeks,
And weeks turn into months,
And suddenly, it's been a year.
Kenny and Butters walk about town,
Still with the same bright eyed, wide grinned expression,
Just like on Prom night.
Now, all week long, they work hard
But on the weekends, they party.
They decorate the rooftop of their building,
With a few strings of lights
And a boom box.
Cheap liquor flows,
As the music floods the street.
Nearly everyone attends,
Bodies pressed together,
As the dancing (Oh, how Kenny and Butters love to dance!)
Spills out through the whole complex.
But when the sun goes down,
The music goes down.
And the dance floor sways low and slow.
Holding each other in their arms,
Kenny and Butters kiss
And it feels the same as their first.
"C'est la vie", say the old folks,
it goes to show you never can tell
A/N: For some reason, I could not add in spaces...so I had to separate with page breaks... :(