"Hey, Kenny?"
Both boys lay on Butters' bed, on top of the covers, in their pajamas. Kenny had his arms behind his head & stared up at the ceiling. And because Kenny was, Butters did the same thing. Butters wiggled his toes slightly.
"Yeah?"
"What is love?"
Kenny's gaze stayed on the ceiling. Because Kenny was, Butters did too.
"I dunno."
Kenny's words were spun by his little Southern drawl.
"Do you think you can describe it, somehow, at all?"
Because Kenny had an accent on his words, Butters did too, just a little. Silence fell between them for a while and Butters soon began to wonder if Kenny was gonna answer him at all.
"I think love is when you like someone a lot, you know, that you think wanna be with 'em a lot."
"Oh."
Silence.
"Then, I think I love you, Kenny."
Kenny turned his head to look at Butters. Because Kenny looked at him, Butters turned his head & looked back. Kenny didn't know if Butters knew what he was really saying. But then again, did Kenny know what he was saying? Love was just as he said, wasn't it? But then again, maybe Kenny cheated that definition a little.
"Yeah, I think I love you too, Butters."