Pairing: Kenny/Bebe
Age: Early 20s
Kenny woke up to the smell of cooking pancakes. He stretched and nuzzled back into his pillow. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. Something was very, very wrong. He sat up rigidly.
The room he was in was saturated in pink – pink walls, pink bedspread, pink carpet, pink sheets. The walls were covered in posters of teen idols. Morning sunlight poured in through the window (framed with pink curtains). Alarm bells were going off in Kenny's head.
He looked up to find an amused looking Bebe leaning in the doorway, clad in his shirt and a pair of pink plaid pajama bottoms.
"I'm surprised you're still here," she said wryly. "You always struck me as a fuck-and-run sort of guy."
"I am," he assured her, jumping out of the bed. He realized too late that he was completely naked. He quickly pulled a blanket off the bed to cover himself. She chuckled.
"There are pancakes downstairs if you want any." She turned to go.
"Wait!" Kenny called. "You're wearing my shirt!"
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Kenny got the hell out of that house as fast as possible. What was wrong with him? He followed a strict protocol – always be gone before the girl wakes up. Otherwise, the morning after was just too awkward.
The girls would always beg Kenny to stay and give them more wonderfully back breaking sex. It wasn't his fault he was so good at it.
He supposed he could forgive himself for one mistake, and it was Bebe. She was damn hot. He'd wanted to do her since they were kids. She was that one girl who always alluded him. The one girl he never got.
He just got carried away with himself, that was all. It had been so long since they'd seen each other. And there she was, sitting in that bar, as beautiful as ever. And for once, she actually seemed interested. He was just so caught up in his old high school fantasies that he'd lost track of time. That had to be it. Right? Right?
He made a mental note to set his watch alarm for his next one night stand. He was not going to go through this embarrassment again.
He was so lost in thought he didn't even notice the truck barreling down the road until it was too late.
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Bebe sat at her kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. She wasn't surprised by Kenny's actions. She'd practically expected it. He was just another man running for commitment.
Bebe had learned long ago that no one would ever take her seriously. All they saw was a big-boobed blonde. She had learned to accept it, to use it to her advantage. She learned to stop caring when a guy never called. She learned not to get attached. She stared out the window and sighed.
But there was something about that Kenny McCormick…
Suddenly, she heard a screech and crash. She jumped, nearly dropping her coffee, and ran to the door.
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When Kenny came to, he opened his eyes to find an all-too- familiar pink ceiling looming above him. He shut his eyes and opened them again, hoping it was just his imagination.
No such luck.
He sat up slowly. Bebe was standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed.
"I had to scrape you off the pavement, I hope you know," she said wryly.
"What happened?" Kenny asked groggily.
"You died," she supplied simply.
"I know that," he snapped. "How, exactly?"
"You got hit by a truck."
Kenny could detect a hint of a smile playing at her lips.
"What kind of truck?" he asked, almost dreading the answer.
"An ice cream truck," Bebe responded, barely containing her laughter.
Kenny groaned and sank back down onto the bed.
"There's still some pancakes," Bebe said all-too cheerily, flouncing out of the room.
Kenny pulled the jarringly pink sheets over his face, this was just too awkwardly embarrassing.
But the smell of pancakes drifted into the room, tempting him. His stomach growled. God damn his fabulous calorie-burning sex. That's why he was so God damn hungry all the time.
He grudgingly made his way to the kitchen table. Bebe was already seated there, dousing her pancakes in sticky syrup.
Kenny dug in rather unceremoniously. Bebe smiled at him, mouth stuffed with pancake.
Kenny smiled back.
Perhaps the morning after wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: gehhh. Don't like this one so much. Please review!