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***Y/n's POV***

It's been a few weeks since Kenny and I made up after our argument, since then everything has been good. Wendy hasn't bothered us since, Stan broke up with her a month ago, but we're not sure how long that's going to last.

It's Friday afternoon and we're at school, I'm sitting with Clyde and the guys at our normal table, eating lunch and chatting about random things.

"I can't believe today is the last day of Junior year." Token exclaims.

"I know right. So much has happened this year." I reminisce.

"I wonder what's going to happen when we're Seniors?" Clyde wonders.

"Senior year i-ish going to be way too much p-pressure man, gah!" Tweek yelps.

"You'll be fine. We'll be fine. We have to make Senior year our bitch before we go to different collages' and stuff." I declare.

"I agree. But even when we do go to college or whatever, we'll still see each other and keep in contact." Token adds.

"I don't know about college, you know. Might be a waste of time...And money." Craig mumbles.

"Well, we still have a year to figure that out." I smile.

With this the bell rings and we stand up, get rid of our rubbish from our lunch and head out the cantten.

"I just need my English book. I'll see you guys later." I tell the guys.

"Alright, see ya later." Nods Clyde.

The other three boys say goodbye and head to their own English class, how I wish they were in my class.

I then make my way through the crowd to my locker, I unlock it and get my English book and close it, and turn around to be met with a smiling Kenny, making me jump.

"Oh god Kenny. You made me jump." I exclaim, hitting his chest lightly, my book in my other hand.

"Sorry Baby." He laughs, kissing my cheek.

"You're forgiven." I smile.

"Good." He smiles, backing me into my locker.

"Kenny, what are you doing?" I question.

"Nothing." He smirks, putting his hands either side of my head, caging me in, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

"Seriously Kenny, we're going to be late." I state, holding my book closer to my chest.

He doesn't say anything, he just leans in and kisses me, but it only lasts a few seconds and pulls back.

"I've been waiting an hour to do that." He lets me know.

"Alright, now come on. We're going to be late." I tell him.

He takes a step back and puts his arm around my shoulder, and smiles at me.

"Okay, let's go." He smiles.

We walk along in a comfy silence for a moment, what is Kenny thinking about?

"What are you thinking McCormick." I question, squinting my eyes at him suspiciously.

"I may have an idea." He admits.

"What is that idea?" I quire.

"We have gym last lesson, and that's not a great way to end Junior year." Kenny grins.

"Kenneth McCormick are you suggesting we skip last lesson?" I hum, with a playful smirk on my lips.

"Maybe. If you're not too scared." He jesters, with a smile.

"I'm not scared, I just never skipped class." I tell him.

"It's the last day of Junior year. Be a little bad." He smirks.

It goes quiet for a moment as I think it over, do I actually want to do that? We're almost outside the classroom and I look up at Kenny, who's arm is still around my shoulder.

"Kenny McCormick you are a bad influence. You're going to be the end of me." I give in.

"So, is that a yes?" He wonders.

"Yes." I clarify, as Kenny takes his arm off me.

"Awesome." He beams, pushing the door open.

Everyone turns to look at us, and the teacher stops teaching and stares at us, but we're late I hope we don't get detention.

"Kenny, Y/n thank you for joining us." They mumble.

"Sorry." I peep, heading to my seat.

Kenny doesn't do anything, and just went to his table. The teacher then continues to teach the lessons, he went pretty fast from there, but that might have something to do with the fact Kenny and I turned up ten minutes late.

The bell rings, telling us that it's the end of English, and it's time to head to the changing rooms, and get ready for gym.

I glance at Kenny to find him already look at me with a smile on his face.

"You guys are gross." Cartman voices, walking towards the door.

"Now, now Cartman, don't be like that because Heidi won't take your Fatass back." Kyle half jokes.

"Shut up you dirty, ginger, jersey Jew!" Cartman snaps, storming out of class.

"Come on guys, we have gym." Stan speaks.

"I'm not going today. So, I'll catch up with you guys later." Kenny tells his friends.

"Alright man. See you later." Kyle says, walking off.

"See you later, Dude." Stan says, catching up with Kyle.

Moments later and the classroom is empty, and it's just Kenny and I. He walks over to me and gently takes my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine.

"Ready to leave?" He questions.

"I need to get my things from my locker." I tell him.

"Okay." He smiles, swinging our arms as we walk along.

I grab my backpack and things from my locker, and put my backpack on my back and walk towards the exit. We manage to walk out of the school, down the steps and down the street without any hassle at all, except avoiding one or two teachers an a hall monitor.

"Where to?" I ask.

"We can go hang out somewhere." Kenny suggests.

"Like where?" I wonder.

"Is anyone at your house?" He asks.

"Yeah. It's my mum's day off." I tel him.

"Okay. Well no one is at my house. They wouldn't care anyway." He tells me.

Then a thought comes to mind, and I stop walking and Kenny stops by me, and he looks at me.

"Kenny you're not...We're not going to your house to...You know, are we?" I ask, feeling awkward, my face going red.

"You thought this was a plan to get in your pants?" He wonders.

"Well, that's what it sounds like." I admit timidly.

"It's not, we're just hanging out," He tells me. "Unless you want to, because you say the word and I'll be there, all for it." He adds, with a smirk and a wink.

"No Kenny, I'm not," I giggle "Not yet." I add.

"Okay, let's go to the pond." He smiles.

"Alright." I agree.

We then walk off to the pond, hand in hand and as we go we just talk about all sorts of random things.

~Kenny's POV~

Today is the last day of school until we're off for summer, and it also doubles as our last day of Junior year.

I've managed, somehow, to persuade Y/n to skip gym class, and we're heading to the pond, just to hang out.

I never thought in a million years, that I'll meet someone as amazing and excepting as Y/n, I never felt like this towards anyone ever.

Even though we're taking things slow, I don't mind because she's not like everyone else I've been with. With other girls I just want to get into their pants and leave but with her I want to stay with her forever. I'm willing to wait forever if it means I can be with her, I have no idea what's she's done to me or how she's done it.

We walk over to a bench, overlooking the pond, and sit down. We look out at the pond in a comfy silence for a while.

"If my mum finds out I skipped, I'm so grounded." Y/n breaks the silence a while later.

"She won't find out. You'll be fine. The teachers don't care enough." I reassure her.

"Hopefully," She agrees. "Because if she does you're coming down with me." She jokes, causing me to smile.

We then hang out at the pond, talking and laughing together. I've missed this, I missed her so much.

"We should go on a trip to Canada or something during summer brake." Y/n suggests.

"Maybe. THat sounds nice, me and the guys have been a few times." I nod, remembering the whole situation.

About an hour later and everything goes quiet. I look over at her to see her looking at the pond at a few ducks that are swimming there.

Her y/c/h hair dances slightly in the soft breeze of the afternoon, the sun bounces off her skin making her look like she's glowing. I can't look at her without smiling or getting weird fluttery feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"How about we head to mine?" I suggest

"Sure." She smiles.

We then get up and head to my house, we walk hand in hand as we go. A few minutes later and I push the door open, and walk in to see that no ones home.

We walk through, and go to my bedroom, I open the door and leave it open not wanting to give Y/n the vibe that I'm trying to get her into bed.

She sits down on my bed and smiles at me, I smile back at her and take a seat next to her.

"Don't you need to go and pick Karen up from school?" Wonders Y/n.

"No. She wanted to catch the bus on her own today," I inform her. "She's growing up so fast, it was only yesterday she was five years old." I smile fondly at the memories.

"Well, I'm sure you're always going to be her favourite person." Y/n smiles at me.

"I know." I smile at her, looking around my room.

I really should clean up my room, it isn't that messy or anything but it could be a bit more organised. Glancing at my closet, that's half open, I spot a tatty old brown box sticking out slightly.

"What's that?" Y/n asks, snapping me from my thoughts.

"What's what?" I question.

"That box." She says.

I know what's in the box but I don't say anything, instead I follow Y/n over to my closer, not stopping her from looking.

We reach the closer and open the doors wide, I then pull the box out to see it's full of my Playboy magazines that I've ever gotten my hands on.

I feel Y/n's hand on my shoulder, I turn and look at her with a sheepish smile on my face.

"That's a lot of magazines Kenny." Y/n points out.

"I know. I used to read them a lot, definitely when I was a kid. I pretty much forgot I had them since we've been together." I tell her.

"Really. You really loved those type of magazines, didn't you Kenny." She says, looking down at the box.

I wanted to say something to Y/n for a while now, something I never said to a girl, something I never even felt towards a girl before, and I choose a cheesy time to say it.

"Not as much as I love you." I smile.

"Wh-what?" She asks, surprised.

"I love you. I love you more than these magazines. I love you Y/n." I confess.

"Y-you love me?" She questions.

"More than anything. So much I'm willing to throw or burn them all" I declare, pointing to the box.

Before she can say or do anything I pick the box up and head towards my bedroom door.

"Come on." I speak.

She follows behind as I leave the room, I grab a lighter and leave the house. I then drop the box outside my garage. I look at the box for a moment, so many magazines, so many memories.

"You don't have to prove anything Kenny," Y/n speaks up. "I love you too." She admits.

"You do?" I ask.

"I love you Kenny McCormick. You don't have to prove anything." She tells me.

I stand in front of her and grab her face gently, and pull her face towards mine and kiss her, her arms loop around my neck as we kiss.

"Eww guys. PDA!" I hear a familiar voice.

We pull apart and standing there is Karen, she hasn't changed very much, she's slightly older, taller and less shy.

"How was school?" I ask.

"It was okay." She smiles, going into the house.

She then leave Y/n and I alone again, she smiles and picks the box up. I watch as she walks into the garage and puts the box in the corner.

"There. It's not in your house, and you don't have to get rid of them. They might be worth something in the future." She smiles.

"I don't think people would want them." I smirk.

"Ew, gross Kenny." She smiles, with a little giggle.

We laugh about this for a few minutes, before we head back inside and watch TV with Karen.

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A/n: Hello everyone. Thanks for reading and sorry for any mistakes. I feel like this chapter was pretty long, a little cringe and weird and not my best work. I'm so bad with conversations, so sorry about that. Also, I understand not everyone likes being called 'baby' but feel to change it if you like.