I Love You
The next year and a half of my life had been one of the best. I felt amazing with him. I felt incredible. I wanted him, and he always showed he wanted me. Yet, he wasn't his normal self around me. He had much cleaner dialogue, and he didn't pressure me for anything that I didn't want to do. That's why my first kiss with Kenny McCormick was so incredibly special.
"I can't believe this!" Kenny said bitterly as we both sat in my living room. My mom and dad were both out at my aunt's place. "You used cheat moves, Stotch!" he claimed as he playfully shoved me over. "I demand a rematch!"
"No." I said smiling. "I don't think so. I kinda gotta go do homework."
"Really?" he asked. "Because I thought you could do something… a little more… you know, video game related."
"Get over it, Kenny, I beat you four times." I said yawning. "If you really want me around, give me a kiss, and see where that leads."
We'd been sitting in my living room on the carpet playing video games. He was so bent on winning, he'd called a best four out of seven. I'd beaten him four times in a row already. I won. For some reason, I really wanted to kiss him today. He laughed out loud.
"Really? I thought your first kiss would be a lot more special than this." Kenny said as he put down the game controller.
"It's been a while, and I'm sure you've been dying." I assumed as he and I both stood up.
"Well, yeah. But I keep telling you-."
"Don't say it!" I yelled almost pushing away from him.
I love you. Those were the hardest things to say. Because they weren't just words. They were words that I said and meant. They were words that if I said them, looking into Kenny's eyes, he would see that I really did love him.
"I love you!" he shouted before I could say anything. "Butters, can you just get used to that?" he asked.
"If you can get used to not being clingy all the time." I said bitterly.
Kenny had spent more times over at my place, and me at his than we both could count. And we always had to sleep in the same bed, because at my place, I didn't want him sleeping on the floor, and at his place, the house was freezing, and we needed to keep warm. During the night, he would always manage to either pin me down on the bed, and fall asleep on me, or somehow fall asleep holding me. Like I say, I never thought about it any way at all. Until I saw him in the shower that day. I always teased him about it, and he seemed hurt by it. Because it was true. Kenny had never been held by his mom, unless to feed him, or change him. Or by his dad, for that matter. So, I teased him about being clingy, and he teased me about being hopeless and unforgiving towards love. That's why, for the longest time, it had been so strange to say, and to be told, I love you. Especially from Kenny.
I wrapped my arms around the blonde's waist, and hugged him. He laughed as he picked me up in his arms and led me to the couch.
"I love you, Leopold!" he said urgently as he held me. "Get used to it! I love you!"
"Do I have to say it back?" I asked almost hearing his heart break.
"No, Butter Cup. Not until you feel it. I know I sure as hell do." he said as he kissed me.
My lips pressed gently into his at first. Then, I felt something strange and I pressed deeper into him. He let out a small moan. He twisted his fingers into my hair, and held me closer. Sadly, we were both human, and needed to resurface to breathe. He pulled away, and looked at me fondly.
"I love you, so much, Butter Cup." he said softly. "Did you like it?"
"Uh huh." I said speechless.
"You taste so good." he said smiling. "Like strawberries."
"You taste like honey." I whispered softly.
"Yeah?" Kenny asked in a soft whisper. "May I do it again?" he asked.
"Yes." I breathed. "More. More, Kenny."