Just kidding! But, soon!
Not much of a plot in this chapter, just random song, alphabets and old women. Oh, and I think I've changed my mind of much Style in this story. I've decided that it'd be too late to incorporate it into the story this late, and so I've decided to create a very separate, very Style subjective story! Yay!!
I'm also still currently working on 'What the Fuck is Yellow?' I don't think that particular fic was too well received! I mean, I'm just not the author with too many reviewers...(pounds out a pitiable sob) But! You guys could change that!! Please review!!! I neeeeeeeeeds it!!!
I'm out!!!
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Chapter: The Alphabet
The skies were a muted, bullet gray, embattled with sad, evicted clouds. Butters and Kenny laid on their sides in a companionable silence, limbs tangled up in a warm braid upon the park's decaying, candy red merry-go-round.
Wintry, gray light spilt from tiny fractures in the puffy sky battalion, humming along the satisfied smile on Kenny's upturned face. 'Me and Butters...We--we actually... Nevermind.' A satisfied sigh passed his lips. He squeezed Butters' petite figure intimately, placing an affectionate, sloppy kiss to his temple, successfully eliciting a squeal from the blonde boy.
"Hey, Butters, do you think...do you think, maybe, we should get a puppy?" He said quietly. Butters' sugary, soda blue eyes widened at the mere suggestion of having his own fluffy, yipping animal for which to love, a.k.a, a puppy, his head bobbing in a series of vigorous nods.
"Really, Kenny? Gee, that would -- that would be great!" Kenny nodded serenely, tilting his tousled blonde head to gaze back up at the sky. Even Kenny had had a puppy, before. Did the emaciated chihuahua that lived in the bushes count? He fed it twice every day and the damned thing just never got fatter! The fuck is that about!? He dismissed his increasingly hysterical thoughts. He wondered just how much of a childhood that he had had.
'He's really never had a puppy before? I wonder...'
"Butters, let me show you something?" Kenny smiled at the confusion expressed in Butters' eyes. "O-okay..."
He sighed, taking his boyfriend's hand into his own, lacing their fingers together and bringing their joined hands up into the sky. Butters' head tilted slightly, him and Kenny gazing up at their entwined fingers.
"A, you're adorable..." Kenny sang out, in tune, his voice sailing along the forsaken playground equipment. He almost laughed out at the embarrassment and confusion written all over Butters' face. "B, you're so beautiful..." Butters nestled closer to Kenny, taking in the pleasant scent that hung about the attractive blonde's shoulders. Soapy, with a hint of cigarette smoke, and vanilla, he noticed.
"C, you're a cutie full of cha-arms! D, you're a darling and--" he paused midway to place a sloppy kiss onto the bridge of the blonde's nose--"E, you're exciting and, and F...! Well, I never did like F, so, yeah!" Torrents of elated giggles spilt out onto the space between them, and Kenny smirked genially, once again bursting into song.
"G, you look freakin' good to me! H, you're so heavenly! I, you're the one I idoli-ize!" He liberated a laugh that he had been holding back for the last three verses, causing Butters to laugh right along with him. "J, we're like Jack and, uh, Jack! Jill doesn't really work with us... K, you're sooo kissable--" another, loyal kiss to his boyfriend's nose--"L, is the love light in your eyes..."
His tone became faint and sentimental as he sang out the rest of the song.
"M, N, O, P, I could go on all day...Q, R, S, T, alphabetically speaking, you're okay..."
He retracted their arms, holding their tangled fingers to his lips, pressing a devoted kiss to his boyfriend's hand. A congenial smile graced his handsome features, and Butters watched with baited breath.
" 'Cuz, baby, U, made my life complete, V, means you're very sweet... W, X, Y, Z..."
He disentangled his fingers and sifted them up through Butters' blonde mane, pressing a velvety kiss to his lips. "It's fun to wander through, the alphabet with you, to tell you what you mean-to-me!"
"Kenny..."
They lay like that for what seemed like hours, until yet another unstructured and spur-of-the-moment symphony erupted from the taller blonde's throat.
"'Cuz I'm hopelessly devoteeed, to yoouuuuuu!!!" He pounded out in a comically unstable falsetto, batting his lashes playfully.
(A/N: Think 'Grease', people!! Kenny is doing his own little impersonation of Sandra Dee!)
"K-Kenny, stoppit!" Butters squeaked out through storms of uncontrollable giggle-fits, burrowing his head into Kenny's shoulder.
"Ooh, Danny...," Kenny purred, his eyes clouding over with lust. Their lips met hungrily.
And in their spontaneous sonata's, psychotic laugh-attacks, and following make-out session, they would never notice the frightened old lady screaming bloody murder as she hurriedly ushered her two grandchildren from the vicinity of the playground.
As it should be.
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Bubbly: I know, I know!! Super short!! Gaah! It's okay though, the next one will be longer!!!! Yay!!!!!! REVIEW!!!! Oh, and tell me where you would like a Style story to be like... Like plot, and such. I've always been a fan of Style and KennyxButters (was gonna shorten it, like Style, to Kutters, but that just sounded depressing!!) and I think it's time that I pounded some out of this monomaniacal, obsessive compulsive brain!!!
Heeyah, bitch! REVIEWWWWWW!!!!!