Days passed, each one feeling longer than the next. The manor slowly returned to its previous state, life going on just as it always did. At least for most people life went on same as always.
Kenny worked in one of the second story sitting rooms, refurbishing the room to hide the destruction that occurred but a little over a week ago. As the blond cleaned, he kept blotting out that night in his mind, covering the sweet memories in hopes it would ease his pain. He didn't want to remember anymore—not when he was sure no one was coming for him—for all that happened would forever serve as a reminder of what had been and what, in a stupid fairytale, would have been. But Kenny had more sense than that; he knew he'd be spending the rest of his life under Eric's thumb, slaving away as a servant with horrible working conditions and plagued with sweet torturing memories.
It was just a fucking dream... He told himself, polishing the fixed up coffee table. The lies he kept feeding himself only ignited a greater retaliation in his mind, the memories he desperately wanted gone surfacing in his mind and playing out whenever he blinked his eyes, making him relive the night even though it was something he wanted to deny.
He couldn't deny it; that show he found was proof. There was no other shoe on the planet like that one, and the only way that it could've gotten into the fireplace was because Kenny put it there after her ball. After finding the shoe a few days prior, he found out that it wasn't a dream. A few moments after holding the glass stiletto in his hands again, though, he hid it back in the cinders, trying to go back into the state of denial he was in before.
The only difference was that this time he knew he was lying to himself.
It was a fucking dream... Goddammit how many fucking times do I need to tell my stupidass mind that before I believe it? He thought, rubbing the polish over the wood more forcefully as the dreaded memories flashed before him, I didn't actually go there... I was never really there... I fell asleep and then got beat for it... There wasn't any faggy faerie... Or any ginger princes... Or any fucking glass shoe... Whatever I found was...Wendy's or Bebe's or something...and it just got there...But it had nothing to do with whatever the fuck was in that DREAM... For fuck's sake there never was any fucking Kenderella!
"O. M. GEEEEEE!"
Bebe's high pitched squeal derailed Kenny's trail of thought, ringing in his brain. He already hadn't slept well for days (mostly due to the fact that his 'dream' kept replaying in his mind whenever he started to drift unconscious), and hearing girlish shrieks would only give him a headache.
The boy stood up, leaving the rag on the freshly polished table and trudging over to the door, every excited squeak coming from the hall cutting away at his last good nerve. He peeked out the door, peering down the hallways to see his stepsisters in front of the window. Wendy stood with her jaw dropped, speechless as she looked out the window. Bebe, meanwhile, jumped up and down, screaming her lungs out with excitement and clapping her hands.
"What the fuck are you bitches shriekin' about?" Kenny grumbled. He didn't care what it was; he just wanted those girls quiet!
Both of them whipped around, Bebe's face overflowing with glee while her sister's was frozen with pure astonishment. Neither of them noticed the annoyance in their stepbrother's voice.
"THE PRINCE IS HERE!" Bebe cheered, jumping up and down. True, she still longed for a certain brunet she'd met on that strange ball night, but that didn't make a royal visit any less exciting. It was rare that anyone from the monarchy left the palace to go to anyone's home, especially when it was the home of one of the crown's biggest critics.
"What?" A surge of shock went through the blond, making his eyes pop and ears perk. He couldn't believe it—they had to be lying!—what they claimed was impossible! Kyle even said himself ('in the dream' at least) that he was bound at home most of the time, his parents with him. So why would they journey outside the castle walls now?
Unless... Kenny rushed to the window, shoving the girls aside and pressing his face to the glass, looking down at the courtyard.
"Hey!" Both the girls frowned, glowering at the blond.
Kenny didn't hear them, or at least didn't notice them say anything. His eyes were locked on the elegant carriage parked in front of the manor, staring at the pearl white coach that glowed in the sunlight. Gold designs accented the coach, all of the curvy metallic lines ending by making a Jewish star as proof that this was in fact the royal family rather than a bunch of posers. Seven snowy stallions snorted at one another, swishing their tails back and forth as they looked at their shabby surroundings. Obviously the horses had never been all too far out of the palace either.
"Holy shit..." Kenny muttered under his breath. This couldn't be real; it had to be another dream. Perhaps there were fumes coming off the lacquer or he'd just dozed off working. Either way that couldn't have been a royal carriage outside the manor.
This isn't it...It can't be... His eyes searched for a window, wanting to peek into the carriage to see just who was inside. He focused on the small window, making out the blurry people sitting inside. First, he saw an ebon boy, one that looked muscular and vaguely familiar. Next to him, there was a brunet who was only a smidge burlier than the raven-haired and also a bit familiar. Kenny didn't really care about them though, knowing that those two weren't part of the royal family. He glanced at the other side of the coach window, checking for someone sitting across from the two burly nobles. Although he couldn't see well, he did manage to make out a blur of lime green over a bush of red. And that was all he needed.
"IT REALLY IS HIM..." Kenny said, stumbling back from the window. He felt light headed, the corridor spinning around. All the thoughts of that night rushed forward, flooding his mind without any retaliation from the boy who was once in stubborn denial. There was no point in denying it all anymore, not when the biggest proof of all was waiting outside. But this shit only happens in retarded lil' fairytales...n-not real life! The last of his common sense cried before being knocked out and shoved into the back of the poor boy's mind. Common sense no longer applied.
"Yeah, I know..." Bebe sighed dreamily, "I wonder what he wants."
"D-didn't you here?" Wendy asked in a hushed, mousy voice, "The prince has been going from house to house in search of the girl he danced with at the ball. I just thought it was a rumour though..." She bit her lip. Wendy wasn't one to trust gossip, but for once this one seemed real. However, she was more concerned about the ebon she spied in the carriage. It very well could've been her prince charming. Well, more duke charming.
"He...he went looking?" Kenny smiled, his heart growing warm and fuzzy. Even though he wasn't the sappy type, this could be his exception. He went lookin' for me... Damn that guy's committed...
"Well it was true!" Bebe piped, "And he's here! He's actually here! In the flesh!"
"What's this racket I hear?" Storming out from his office, Eric appeared, glowering at the three gathered by the window, "Why aren't you working Keenny? And what are you whores doing standing around when you should be making me a sammich?"
"More important matters came up," Wendy said, soft yet still filled with spite, "Like a royal visit."
"Royal visit?" Eric furrowed his brow, trotting over, "What do you mean royal..." He looked out the window, catching sight of the regal ride, "WHOA HO HO NOW WHAT DO WE HAVE HERAH?"
"The prince!" Bebe cheered, "The prince is here! Oh god can you believe it?" She was too wrapped up in the excitement of that to do anything other than jumping and squealing.
"Well then," Cartman smirked, thinking this visit a wonderful opportunity to bash the royals to their faces, "Why don't we go downstairs and invite them in."
"Oh of course!" Bebe immediately rushed to go let the guests in.
"Don't do anything funny, bastard..." Wendy cautioned, shooting a dirty look at her brother before following her sister.
Without a word, Kenny darted after the girls, only to be stopped when a chubby hand grabbed his neck and yanked him back.
"HEY!" Kenny yelled, clawing at the air in front of him, "Lemme go!"
"I'm not about to be embarrassed in front of the Jewrats, Keenny," Cartman snarled, dragging the blond towards one of the broom closets, "You stay in herah until they go away."
"Wait just a minute fatass!" Kenny glared at the brunet, just in time to be shoved into the dark closet. He crashed against the buckets, mops and brooms with a loud bang.
Cartman didn't wait for Kenny, instead slamming the door shut. Kenny could hear Cartman prop a chair in front of the knob, locking the blond in without needing a key.
"Have fun, Keenny," Eric said, walking away to greet the royalty visiting.
"HEY! LET ME OUT DUMBFUCK!" Kenny pounded his fists on the door, trying the knob to no avail. He was trapped, once again separated from Kyle by cruel fate. And if he didn't get out soon, he'd miss his one second chance.
"Come on, Kyle, you have to go inside," Stan frowned. He accompanied Kyle, along with Clyde, to every house in the land, helping the redhead's search. However, Kyle's hopes dimmed with each failed foot, driving the boy to the point of not even getting out of the coach. Convincing him otherwise was proving impossible.
"I'm not going," Kyle said, "You two can go in and check things out while I wait here."
"But we need you to identify the chick," Clyde said. In his hands, he held the stiletto. The shoe had been tried on by many feet, though none of them fit perfectly, too big for most of the girls to walk in.
"You have the shoe," Kyle mumbled, "It's not like I can help."
"What about making sure the chick looks the same?" Clyde asked.
"Look, I've seen enough of the wrong girls today," Kyle spat, "Just go in, put them on the girls' feet, and then tell me whether this was a waste of time or if you actually found her." The search left him thinking that his entire wild Kenderella chase was a waste of time.
"Well fine, Stan come with me," Clyde opened the coach door.
"I'm not going if Kyle's not," Stan said sternly, "I'm not leaving him to mope in here by himself."
Clyde nodded, slipped out of the carriage, and shut the door, headed towards the manor house.
"Thanks for being supportive..." Kyle mumbled, looking out the window at the dull scenery. Cartman Manor was located in a place as lovely as the head of the house.
"Hey, I just want to make sure you're okay!" Stan frowned, "You've been a wreck since the ball and this is the one thing that actually gave you some hope! Look, I know we haven't found her yet but we gotta be patient, dude."
"I think that by the time we end up searching at the house of one of my family's greatest enemies, we've crossed into desperate," Kyle hissed, sinking in his seat, "Come on, we're at the fucking Cartman house of all places... I think all hope is lost."
"Kyle..." Stan reached over, placing a hand on his shoulder in effort to comfort him.
"Don't touch me," Kyle snarled, shrugging off the hand, "I just want to think a minute..."
"Dude, stop acting so fucking pissy!" Stan growled, "I know you're beat up over Kender...whatever, but you're not the only one who lost the girl that night."
"Difference is you're the only one who can get another one..." Kyle grumbled, glowering out the window, "You and Clyde can get girls easily and tend to move on... I can't... I don't... And I just want her..." He grimaced as the thoughts of that sparkling peculiar blond rose to the top of his thoughts, the very thought of Kenny hurting him. The heartache grew like cancer, becoming more and more painful as the days ticked by. Even though it was just a week since he'd diagnosed himself with it, Kyle already knew that the ache was going to kill him if he didn't find his antidote soon.
Stan opened his mouth to argue, but then sighed, leaning back in his seat and looking down at his feet. He understood what Kyle meant. In the eyes of the socially awkward one, the muscular nice cool best friend would appear to have a lot more going for him. And, in the mood Kyle was in, Stan thought it best not to argue, even though he wanted to say Kyle was wrong. For once, the duke who could get any girl he wanted was struck with heartache himself, letting his thoughts drift away from reality and into memories of his own ebony wonder.
Both the boys were oblivious to the blanket of silence that fell over them, too busy coping with heartache and missing their beauties.
Bebe flung open the door, expecting to see a redhead waiting on the other side with his respective entourage and guards.
Instead, Bebe ended up looking into the eyes of her brown-haired sweetheart from the ball.
"CLYDE?" Bebe awed. The last person she expected to see again (however if she looked closely enough she would've spotted him in the coach earlier).
"Bebe," Clyde smiled, "Baby, how are ya?"
"Why why why I-I-I-I-I..." She stammered, blanking on what to say. Seeing Clyde again made her heart race and all her thoughts go fuzzy, forming a sentence turning into the most difficult task on the planet.
"Bebe," Wendy appeared at the girl's side, and then looked over to see the brunet, "Oh, hello Clyde."
"Wendy? You're here too?" Clyde smiled. Even if this house was another failure in Kyle's search, his and Stan's was a success.
"Well...we live here..." The raven-haired girl replied lowly.
"You...DO?" Clyde tilted his head, "You mean...YOU'RE CARTMANS?"
The girls nodded their heads shamefully.
"WEEEEEELCOOOOOOOME!" Cartman pushed his sisters aside, smiling as he greeted Clyde, "Come right in, won't you?"
"Uh..." Clyde glanced back at the coach, reluctant to enter the house but also hesitant to return to Kyle empty handed, "Well I don't really—"
"Come!" Cartman boomed, pulling Clyde into the house, "You already travelled all this way...what's your name?"
"Sir Clyde Donavon..." He replied, trying to pull himself away.
"Yeeeeeeees, well I'm sure you'd just love to sit down and talk to us about why you're here," Cartman purred. The lord snapped his fingers, signalling the girls to shut the door.
With a sigh, the sisters obeyed, shutting the front door and following their brother.
"But I'm fairly sure that my work here is already..." Clyde protested.
"We have tacos," Eric added.
"TACOS?" All Clyde's worries vanished, "Well...maybe I could stay a while..."
"EXCELLENT!" Eric beamed. He, Clyde, and the girls all ventured to the sitting room, prepared to talk over why the crown was visiting and have Clyde stuff his face with Mexican delicacies.
"LET! ME! OOOOOOOOOOOOUT!" Kenny cried, still banging on the door. He knew that everyone in the house was long gone, but yelling for someone gave him the false hope that someone would wander by and answer him.
This is hopeless... He thought, catching his breath. All the pounding was wearing out his already tired muscles. He was drained, most of his remaining energy being sucked away in the fruitless attempts to find someone to free him. Guess now Kenderella's a damsel in distress... Well fuck her... Fuck me... There ain't no faerie to bail me outta this one... I'm finally screwed over more than I was the rest of my life... That's reality for ya...
He slid down to his knees, hands pressed against the wood. Every exhausted huff he heaved blew out and rebounded off the door, puffing hot air into his face. Kenny felt the sweat on his face, as well as the grime. All the years of labour built him up to a degree, but the malnutrition and recent lack of sleep left him virtually powerless. And to what? A chair? I'm a fucking loser...
"Merow!"
Kenny groaned, hearing the small scratches of a certain house cat headed his way. "Mr. Kitty..." The blond muttered under his breath, "God not even that cat can help me..."
CRASH!
His head snapped up, looking around in the darkness. A crash...? The fuck...
Out of curiosity, Kenny reached for the handle, wondering if maybe—just maybe—that damn cat did something useful.
The knob turned, door creaking open. The chair lay toppled over on the ground, the cat that'd done the deed sniffing it suspiciously.
Kenny smiled, free at last and able to save himself yet.
"Guess ya really are pretty useful," Kenny said to the cat. He then sprung out of the closet, hopping over the chair and zooming down to find the royal guest. With the fairytale dream in his grasps, he wasn't letting it slip away again.
"Enjoying the tacos, Clyde?" Eric inquired, settling down a bit more in his lofty chair.
Clyde, who was sitting on the couch with a tray of steaming tacos on his lap, nodded, some ground beef leaking out of his mouth as he tried to shove a fourth taco into his mouth. The shoe was set next to the boy on the couch, lying on its side. He was more focused on the food than his mission.
"Hmm... Yeeees..." Cartman glanced over at his sisters. Bebe and Wendy were seated on their own couch, both looking at the ground grudgingly. They hated acting like docile dolls but if they dared do anything Cartman would have a fit. It was more painful for Bebe, who wanted to run and tell Clyde to take her away while she still had time and youth on her side. "So what are you doing here again?"
"MMPF?" Clyde gulped down his mouthful of Mexican food, letting his tongue burn as he searched through his memory bank. Wait... Why am I here again... His eyes flickered over to the stiletto, Oh yeah... "The prince sent me, ya see. He's actually in the coach outside right now but he isn't coming out until he finds a Miss Kenderella."
"Kenderella?" The three said in union. All of them glanced between one another, sharing confused expressions.
"Yeah," Clyde nodded, taking another bite of a taco before going on, "Ya all had to know her! She was at the ball!"
"Wait... Was she that bitch who led the dance?" Eric asked, smile teasing at his lips.
"THAT'S HER!" Clyde exclaimed.
"PHAHAHAHAHA!" The lord erupted into roaring laughter, stomping his feet on the ground and banging his hands on the chair. He liked that part of the party a little too much, "WHY THE FUCK IS THAT FAGGY PRINCE LOOKIN' FOR HER? PUNISHING HER FOR MAKING HER LOOK LIKE A SHRIMP?"
"Naw, KY ain't like that," Clyde shook his head, oblivious to the laughter for the most part, "He wants to find the chick so they can hook up. Not exactly what I expected either, believe me..."
"D'aww..." The girls, being girls, had to appreciate the romantic aspect.
"Speaking of which..." Bebe started.
"Quiet," Wendy elbowed her. She shot the blonde a look warning her not to push it when there was more important business at hand; even though she likely would've done the same if Stan was there.
Clyde blinked, and then went on telling of his task, "Anyway, unless you have any other women of the house, I guess my work here is done."
"Well, I can assure you," Cartman said, still chuckling, "There aren't any other women living here."
"Yeah, it's just Bebe and I," Wendy confirmed with a nod.
"Okay," Clyde cleared his throat, about to get up and go, "Well since that's settled, I should likely tell Stan and Kyle the ba—"
"WAIT JUST A GODDAMN MINUTE!" Kenny appeared in the doorway, panting, and one hand behind his back and the other gripping the doorframe.
"KEENNY!" Cartman scowled, "How did you—"
"SHUT UP!" The blond barked, glaring at his stepbrother, daggers in his eyes.
"IS THAT ANY WAY TO SPEAK YOUR—" Cartman raved, an angry fire burning in his pupils.
Clyde froze, watching the whole scene speechless. Wendy and Bebe simply sighed, this being a daily occurrence.
"Master. Yeah, I know the routine," Kenny rolled his eyes, "But I ain't gonna be your SLAVE of a STEPBROTHER anymore, fatass."
"AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU THINK THAT?" Eric forgot his guest's existence, more focused on reprimanding his servant.
"Why?" Kenny grinned slyly. He slowly took his hand from behind his back, clutching the ashy glass stiletto that matched the one lying next to Clyde, "This is why."
Bebe and Wendy gasped, staring at the shoe in awe. Even though it was dirty, it was easy to tell that it was the other one's long lost match. Clyde gaped in shock, not sure what to think. Was it the real deal? It had to be, since there was no way anyone could make a carbon copy of shoes like those, but didn't that mean Stan owed him a hundred crowns? Eric, meanwhile, had an expression of fury and horror on his face, flabbergasted.
"K-KEENNY!" He managed to choke out, using his default rage reaction.
"FUCK OFF FATSO!" Kenny stuck his tongue out at the lord, "I'm not your fucking propertah and I've got the right to be free! 'Specially when it means I can see Ky again!"
"No..." Bebe muttered, "No way..." Did she honestly lose the prince to her stepbrother? She was perfectly happy with Clyde...but the one she'd called a bimbo and a slut at the party was KENNY?
"Yeah way, bitch," Kenny winked, "I'll show ya!" He quickly dove over Clyde, knocking over the tray of taco remnants and crumbles to grab the sister stiletto.
"HEY MAN!" Clyde pushed the blond off his knees, frowning when he saw dirt and grime rubbing off on his pants.
Kenny rolled onto the floor, landing on his back. That still didn't stop him from hastily lifting a leg, putting on the dirty stiletto. His toes got smushed again, but the shoe fit none the less. He did the same with the other stiletto, proving that the clean one was in fact a match.
"AHA!" The blond sprung to his feet, sporting the glass stilettos with pride, "See? They fit!" He strutted to the centre of the room, twirling around like he was on a catwalk, "Ain't the manliest thing I've ever worn, but hell I wore 'em. And a dress too! Got some hair extensions thanks to that faerie... Meh, you fuckers wouldn't understand."
Silence fell over the room, all the aristocrats staring at the servant in disbelief. It didn't make sense! None of it! But the shoe fit! It fit perfectly! So, somehow, Kenny was the one! Kenderella came out of 'her' hiding! And it turned out she wasn't much of a her at all.
"OH MY GOD!" Clyde burst into laughter, going into deeper hysterics than Kyle.
"Hey," Kenny glared at him, "What the fuck are you laughin' at? Never seen a guy in drag before?"
"MAN!" Clyde ignored the blond's questions, "THIS IS RICH! I FUCKING KNEW KYLE WAS GAY! HAHA! I KNEW IT!"
"So you're saying, Clyyde, that Poor Boy here, and Prince Jewslut out there, are gay for each other?" Eric fought to keep a serious face. The angry wasn't gone, just dwarfed for the moment. It was hard to laugh when filled with fury.
Clyde's only response was to fall off the couch in laughter.
"What? Is it so hard to believe?" Kenny frowned, crossing his arms with a pout. That promoted a few snickers from everyone. "Oh fuck you all!"
"Oh god... I... I GOTTA GO GET KY!" Clyde sprung up from the ground. In a blink of an eye, the brunet billeted out of the room, his cackling echoing through the corridor as he sped to the coach.
"THAT'S RIGHT YOU GO GE—KYLE?" Kenny went pale. As far as Kyle knew, Kenny was the only girl to ever love him. Oh fuck how's he gonna react to coming outta the closet to be with a piece a' shit like me...? He thought, blinking away the thoughts of Kyle coming in, seeing his 'Kenderella' and then running off in disgust.
"H-HEY! DUDE! WAIT!" Kenny called after Clyde, voice cracking from nervousness. Without a moment to lose, Kenny darted after Clyde, shouting "OW!" after every step.
"Oh this outta be good," Cartman smirked, slithering after the others. He could only imagine the priceless moment when the two people he loved to torment most in the world met and caused each other misery. There would be nothing sweeter than that moment, as long as it played out as Cartman imagined.
"Clyde!" Bebe cried, sprinting after him, "Wait up a second!" She wanted to see how everything worked out for Kenny; but at the same time she wasn't about to let Clyde out of her sight after what happened at the ball.
"Bebe...!" Wendy reached out to grab her sister's wrist, but the blonde was gone before she could, leaving her alone. Hold on... She remembered something Clyde said earlier, Clyde said that he and STAN were in the coach...
"WAIT UP!" Wendy darted after them. She could have a small moment of selfishness for once. Plus, she wondered what would happen to her stepbrother as well.
Everyone wanted to see what would happen after this twist to the fairytale.
"GUYS! GUYS OPEN UP!"
"Hmm?" Stan looked up, glancing out the window facing the house. Running towards them was none other than Clyde, a beam shining on his face. His laughter bled through the walls of the coach, disturbing Kyle's silent brooding.
Clyde jumped onto the coach, ripping the door open and hopping back on the dirt.
"What is it?" Kyle inquired dully, raising a brow at the brunet's excitement.
"DUDE!" Clyde cackled, "KENDERELLA'S IN THERE!" He laughed harder, like a little kid knowing something his parents didn't.
"SHE IS?" Kyle snapped out of his dreary state, green eyes lighting up with hope. A smile spread on his face, the thrill of finding his long lost dance partner coursing through his curbs quicker than blood.
"YEAH MAN!" Clyde pushed the redhead out of the coach, "COME ON!"
"KENNY!" Kyle shouted, rushing towards the house.
Clyde turned to Stan for a brief moment. "You owe me one hundred crowns," He winked, and then ran after Kyle.
"Wait..." Stan blinked, "WHAT?" Hastily, Stan leapt from the carriage, pursuing his friends as they disappeared through the doors of the manor.
Clyde caught soon caught up with Kyle, only a few paces behind when they ran into the entrance hall.
"KENDERELLA? KENDERELLA?" Kyle slowed down, frantically looking around, "KENNY?"
"KYLE!" Kenny shot out from one of the halls, stumbling as he came to a stop a metre in front of Kyle. Again, the boy was panting, squatting and clutching his knees. He stated up at Kyle, smiling when he saw the prince's face in person again after so many day dreams and fantasies about seeing that face again.
Kyle stared back, eyes bulging in their sockets. He looked the filthy servant before him over, noting most specifically the shoes on his feet. They were the shoes; a perfect fit on the blond's feet. But... Wait... How is this...? He tried to think, but every thought was cut off by confusion. Kyle's skin paled, the boy frozen in place as the Cartmans and his entourage gathered behind them.
After a few more pants, Kenny stood up tall again, eyes flickering at the crowd watching them and then back to the perplexed prince.
"Well..." Kenny smiled nervously, scratching behind his head, "I suppose I have some 'xplainin' to do, don't I, Ky?"
Kyle didn't answer.
"Ehehehehehe..." Kenny bit his lip. Well I got my prince alright... Just gotta keep 'im... Aw shit...
A/N: WA. WE'RE NEARLY DONE. THE NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST. Everyone start crying, we're looking upon the end. But it's okay since i have other stories in store!
Alright, hopefully I'll work some tomorrow on the FINAL CHAPTER, but I've had a shitty week, so I dunno. I wanted to have it done for this weekend, but we'll see, mk? I may hold off due to mood...or because I wanna savour the moments of this being in progress (while the rest of me bitches at me for not just typing up the end and closing this story once and for all)...or because I want more reviews. I'm a review-whore, what can I say?
Apologies for this chapter being all bleh, as I said before, my week sucked donkey dick. And today wasn't too much better. But I'll hopefully cheer up tomorrow so the final chapter can be finished up. Or at least started. Oh we've so much to do! Kyle's finally found his Kenderella alright...BUT CAN HE HANDLE THIS EPIC TWIST? DUN DUN DUN! Shocker~
Alright, I'm a gonna keep this A/N short since I should toddle off to bed since it's approaching six in the mornin'. Thanks for reading! Review please! Come on, this is your last chance to leave me something before you read "THE END", gonna miss that chance? Hope you enjoyed! ~CQO