Disclaimer: Matt and Trey own it all. Bastards.
A/n: Yay! My first South Park fic. Written out of a desperation to read some Butters/Kenny slash, but, not finding much, I decided to write my own. Enjoy . . .
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From about the age of eight, I was always the quiet one. Always there, but always silent. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't like I was completely shy or anything. I have plenty of things to say. I just choose not to say them. Like I should've done right now. Damn me and my loose lips.
"W-what was that, K-Kenny?" asked Butter, doing that odd habit of rubbing his knuckles together. We're teenagers now, and it always amuses me that he still has his old habit, no matter how odd it is.
"Nothing Butters." I tied the strings to my hood tight, covering my mouth. I still hide in my coat when I no longer wish to be social. I guess it's a habit, like Butters and his knuckle rubbing.
Butters turned his eyes downward, in a dejected manner. It was almost as if he was hoping for me to say something.
I sighed and loosened the strings, taking a big gulp of air. Butters is slightly shorter than me, so when I looked down at him, all I saw was his mop of blonde hair.
"Hey, Butters?" I asked, trying to grab his attention. He picked his head up and stared at me curiously with his pretty, innocent, irresistible brown eyes.
Damn those eyes. I know I'm gonna regret this later. I bent my head forward, keeping my eyes locked with his. I watched as his expression changed from innocent curiosity to surprised shock as my lips connected with his. Even though it was just a slight peck on the lips, I felt an electric jolt shoot through my body. I pulled back, gently.
"W-wha . . . w-well. I..." Butters stuttered, stumbling over his words.
"Well, you wanted to know what I said, so I figured I'd rather show you." I grinned as Butters continued to stutter through a sentence.
"W-well, I-I guess I l-liked it," Butters stated, managing to control his stuttering enough to form a complete sentence.
If possible, my grin grew wider. "Then shall we continue this somewhere more private?" I gestured around the rather crowded street that we were located at. No one was paying attention to us, but with my luck, we would end up having an entire audience around us if we continued.
Butters nodded shakily.
I linked our arms together and led him to my house.
Sometimes I love having loose lips.
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End Notes: God, I hate the ending. It's just so . . . blah. Didn't turn out the way I wanted it to, but oh well. Maybe I'll edit it later. Remember to review.