My eyes shot open and I could feel myself blushing deeply as his lips press against mine, he smells so good, like strawberries. I like strawberries. He's holding my face in his hands, his eyes are closed and his dark crimson curls are brushing up against my forehead as he continues to kiss me. When he finally broke our close connection my mouth was slightly parted and my bottom lip was shaking a little, did that really just happen? Did Kyle Broflovski really just kiss me? Me, Butters Stotch? The only boy in school to never have a girlfriend, or in my case boyfriend…
He's smiling at me now, when my expression never changes he grabs my hand and looks at me concerned, I'm still in shock.
"Butters, you okay?" Kyle asks, he's gently rubbing the back of my hand and I suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, he's actually concerned about me! No one ever cares enough to ask if I'm okay! Without a moment of hesitation I leap onto Kyle and wrap my arms around his waist, he's a fair bit taller than me so as I hug him tightly my head rests on his shoulder.
"I-I'm fine…" I close my eyes and continue to embrace him, I feel his arms around me and I smile, he's such a great hugger.
"Kyle," I start, he's still holding me tightly "thanks, th-thanks for asking if I was okay. No one has ever asked me if I was alright, so thank you."
"It's no problem, I care about you, Butters, and I needed you to know that.. I'm just not that great at showing some things, as you can see by me suddenly grabbing your face and kissing you." He's now running his fingers through some of my hair, I let go of him a little and look up at his face.
"I'm also really sorry." I say as he looks down at me confused.
"For what?"
"For not giving you a proper thank you!" I answer, I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him, when we tear away from each other I can see the glee in his gorgeous emerald green eyes.
"Best 'thank you' ever."