A/N: I know this isn't really a drabble. It's kind of too long to be one actually. But I decided to write out JOJOJ's (fuckthisimaunicorn) little K2 idea. It was too cute not to write. Enjoy!
"Kenny this is so gay..."
"No it's not Kyle."
The redhead scoffed. His cheeks a ruby red. He was in a makeshift wedding dress made out of toilet paper and pinned together with safety pins. They had to use a whole roll of toilet paper. It was just enough to cover Kyle's eight year old body. Of course he still had clothing underneath.
Kenny on the other hand was wearing the familiar blue suit he always did. He had got it not too long ago for church. It was one of the small luxuries his family could afford when his parents saved their money.
"Kenny you better not tell anyone about this. Now I know why I don't hang out with you as much..."
"But Kyle, guys can get married too. There's nothing wrong with it." Kenny gave Kyle a cheeky grin.
"Well, not when one is wearing a fucking dress!" Kyle fumed.
"Well someone had to be the bride." Kenny chuckled lightly, earning a hard smack from Kyle. His face a deep shade of red.
Kyle smoothed out his makeshift wedding dress, he faced Kenny his green eyes narrowing. "So, where are the 'rings' mr. groom."
Instead of answering Kyle, the blond boy just plopped down onto the grass. "We make them."
"...What?"
"You heard me. We make them. Kelly showed me when we used to date." Kenny pulled out a few good pieces of grass. He scooted closer to Kyle as the redhead slowly sat down, making sure not to rip his dress. "You see, first you tie these ends...then you just make sure they twist around each other. Like that. And ta da!"
Kyle watched slightly interested as Kenny slid the grass ring onto Kyle's ring finger. It fit perfectly. The ring didn't even tear or come apart. The redhead admired the ring on his finger.
"Like it?"
Kyle looked up at Kenny. Instead of saying anything he just took a few pieces of grass and tried to copy Kenny. He grabbed the blond's wrist and slipped his grass ring on Kenny's ring finger. Looking away, Kyle could feel his cheeks heat up and he mumbled a quiet "there".
You are now pronounced husband and wife. To be each other's best friend. To stand by each other's side. Through thick and thin. For better and worse. No one should come between you, for each other should be enough if not more.