So... she's a teacher. She does drama and stuff - runs the theatre department, helps head the arts at South Park Elementary.
Anyway.
Miss Elle moved there after inheriting a house from her aunt and, through a very strange series of events, wound up with a teaching job.
She's basically the chill leftist anarchist teacher who gives the kids life lessons that may... not entirely be appropriate.
Incorrect quote about her:
Miss Elle, on a "field trip" (out of hours) to the police station: Here's the thing: I don't know what the kids here get up to, but I do know one thing.
Miss Elle: Laws are threats made by the dominant socioeconomic ethnic group in a given nation. It's just a promise of violence that's enacted and police are basically an occupying army. You know what I'm saying?
Miss Elle, pulling out a lit molotov cocktail: Y'wanna make some bacon?
Kyle, shocked: that was on fire the WHOLE time?!
Miss Elle, enacting violence: the WHOLE time, kiddo!
hi, wishing u the best!! could you maybe write a short hurt/comfort for aged up kenny and marjorine? they r so cute<3
Hi! And thanks lol- a Kenny's x Marjorine? cracks knuckles lets get this bread---
I just yall to know I have never written anything for any of these characters b4- so if it seems a bit ooc it's both due to inexperience and BC when writing something like this u end up having to dial back on characters personality to make it fit together… yeah that's it…uh definitely not an excuse..haha..
Anywho, here's extremely subtle MarjxKen that focuses more on the Hurt/Comf and less on the lovey dovey stuff cause I'm still working on figuring out how people do that-
Im also open to corrections! So if I miss anything im cool with getting corrected. Might not fix it in this fic, but ill keep it in mind for future ones! This is not beta read btw.
Word Count: 5,000+
Summary: After a fight with her parents, Marjorine seeks refuge in one of the only places she knows she's safe; the park washroom.
tw: Deadnaming, implied mention of suicide, and very small depiction of self harm (non-graphic)
Tonight was far colder than she expected it to be. She should have brought gloves and worn a thicker pair of socks, maybe then her fingers and toes wouldn't have felt like they'd fall off after only a minute of walking. The navy blue windbreaker and ragged joggers she donned did nothing to protect her against the raging winds that blew in the direction opposite of her destination, almost as if it were trying to tell her something.
Go back, it whispered.
Maybe if you turn around now, the punishment won't be so bad, it reasoned.
She shakes her head, she knew what was waiting for her at home. The place that was supposed to be a safe haven was anything but. It was tolerable in the beginning, when she was still referred to as..Butters. People had their own expectations for her past self. It was easy for them to tease that side of her, to place that person in a box, only to take from it whenever they pleased. That past was a person who didn't know how to stand up for themself. A person who didn't know who they wanted to be.
But that's not now. Marjorine knew who she was and what she wanted. The exact problem that led to her current predicament.
A particularly large gust of wind shook her to her core, causing her thoughts to trail off. Oh right, she's outside in below freezing weather, with barely anything that'd protect her from the harsh elements. It was midnight, and the closest 24 hour diner was about a mile away. She had a shift at work tomorrow at 8 am and one at her second job at 6pm. A part of her wishes everything had happened on the weekend. She would've probably been able to stay at an inn somewhere north from South Park after.
It doesn't take long for her to reach the end of the block; in the direction towards Kenny's house, unsurprisingly. She see's parts of the old train tracks peak through the freshly fallen snow yet, she hesitates to move forward. Just across those tracks is someone who understands what she's going through. A person who's been working twice as hard as her since they were nine to make it out of this god forsaken hellhole. Unfortunately, she’d left her phone, so texting to see if he was still up wasn’t an option. Maybe she could have then asked him about his day; a distraction from her own. A violent wind pushes her back, as if confirming what she should do. She turns left, hoping she can seek refuge in one of the heated washrooms near the park. It wouldn't have been the first time she's had too.
The walk is a lot shorter than she anticipates, a smile finally gracing her face when she sees the lights above the washroom doors; an indicator that the heating was on. Rushing to the door, she reaches the handle for the women's bathroom, yet finds that it won't budge. Something akin to fear sends shivers down her spine. Quickly she grabs for the Men's handle, only to find that it too didn't budge. Heading back to the women's door, she knocks hard against the freezing metal.
"Hello!? Anyone in there? Please, it's really cold out here! I was hoping someone could let me in?" She shouts, wincing after hearing the cracks in her voice due to the argument she had with her parents. She swears she hears rustling inside, but as she bangs on the door again, it stops. "Please! It's freezing, I just- I just wanted to get warm and then I'll leave!" She says, hoping whoever is on the inside would agree to the terms she's set. Instead, she is met with silence. Letting out a sigh, she runs over to the Men's door. Really feeling the cold seep into her bones, she ignores the pain from her flushed hands and bangs on the door.
"H-hello!? Is anyone here? I just wa-need to get warm! Please, can you just..open up…" She trails off. She reaches to knock on the door again but stops herself halfway. She turns herself around instead, leaning up against the door just to slowly slide it. She surveys the park, looking at the basketball court and then towards the small pirate ship that made up most of the playground. She could take shelter from the wind there..but then again…why should she?
It's for her own survival, her own well being but- well look where that's got her. She takes her hands from her pockets and stuffs them under her arms, pulling her legs close to her chest.
Every job she's had since she was ten was for the reason of eventually leaving her parents house. It would have been easier if she'd stood as Butter's, including not coming out to her parents no doubt. Maybe if they saw her leave as the child she used to be, they wouldn't be so disgusted with her mere existence now. It didn't help that her father still called her by her dead name even after she expressed her feelings about it. Something her father taught himself that she should do. Never be afraid to tell your mother and I about how you truly feel, he'd say. She felt ashamed that it took her up until two years ago to realize the truth in that lie.
She rested her hooded head against the door, gaze now looking towards the sky. Maybe she was never meant to leave South Park. Maybe the reason she's out here in below freezing weather was so whoever was looking down at her could make their point; that she was meant to live and die here alone. Feeling her eyes droop, she could hear the alarm bells flaring in the back of her mind, screaming for her to stay awake. But like a blanket, a wave of stinging warmth travels along her body, pulling her away from consciousness. She blinks once, twice, and three more times before it becomes almost impossible to reopen them. It's almost peaceful; until she feels gravity pull her onto her back.
With a fall that makes her brain rattle, she feels her upper body lay on warm tile floors.
"Marjorine!?" A very familiar voice shouts.
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It takes a while for her senses to come back to her. As if on auto pilot, she lets the panicked voice guide her into the washroom. She watches as he takes off his coat and maneuvers herself into it, hears his worries, his questions. Yet, it isn't until she sharply inhales the familiar smell of smoke that she actually registers the person in front of her.
"K-Kenny?" She says with hesitance, voice still raw.
"She speaks! Holy shit- I was really worried there for a second. Here take this-" an embarrassingly long amount of time passes before realizing that he's offering his gloves to her. She shakes her head,
"No-no thanks I'm fine. I'll warm up with this." She says, lifting the hood of the orange parka, both to create warmth and act as a barrier. Kenny looks unconvinced, yet instead of insisting, guides her to sit on the floor next to him. A soft cushion takes her by surprise.
“A pillow?” She questions. Kenny turns his head to her, and she watches as his eyes travel across her face. Once his eyes reach hers, he quickly averts his gaze towards the section of the pillow that peaks through from the space between them.
“Yeah- it’s warm in here but.. the tiles make your ass numb after a while,” he replies with a chuckle. She snorts at the reasoning, but can’t help but feel glad it’s there.
There’s a comfortable silence that follows. Besides the bellowing winds that hit against the washroom door, She can almost imagine that she’s in her own place, her own room to call home. Letting out a sigh, she pulls her stretched out legs into a criss-cross. She feels Kenny’s gaze snap back to her.
“Are you still cold? Here just put these on, it’ll warm you up faster-” He attempts to give her his gloves again. She looks at them, then glances at the worn white t-shirt he was sporting. She could see the goosebumps on his arms due to the room cooling from the previously opened door. She shakes her head again.
“No, you're cold too- besides, I’m feeling a lot better anyway-” She pushes his hand away and stuffs her own into the pockets of the parka, fingers brushing against an unlit cigarette. She sees him slouch at her response.
“Okay- uh, well…” he pauses for an awkward minute. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He finally asks. Marjorine can feel his gaze on her face, so she keeps her eyes forward.
“Not really.” She hunches in on herself, feeling more vulnerable then she did out in the cold. He faces forward and leans against the wall behind them; through her peripheral she watches him fiddle with his lighter.
“You don’t have to go into detail or anything, I just- It helps to talk about it, ya know?” Kenny tries casually. She knows he’s trying to get her to talk in his own way.
In truth, it wasn’t like she didn't want to tell him. She just felt like there was no point in doing it. He had so many problems of his own to deal with, it felt like she’d just add on to it. Although he had quite the reputation of being the exact opposite, Kenny was the most empathetic person she’d ever met. The bar was low, especially growing up in a town like their own, but Kenny never truly let his own personal problems affect the way he treated his peers. His reputation made it seem like he was a heartless playboy, someone who went around without a care in the world. But, when you really got to know him, it’s almost frightening once you watch that persona peel away. To see how much he truly wears his heart on his sleeves and to hear from his own mouth the fears he’s kept away from nearly all his friends. It's probably why Marjorine feels close enough to him to even want to tell him. She knows that without Kenny, she would’ve suffered in silence for most of her life.
“I know it’s just-” she sighs. “Family stuff. I can handle it.” He scoffs at her reply.
“This is what you call handling it? If I didn’t open that door you would’ve been a popsicle by morning.” He slouches forward and continues. “I’m not saying you can’t- hell, knowing the way your family gets with little shit, I’m surprised you’re still here.” He tries to joke, but she can hear the uncertainty in his voice. “That..out there wasn’t that…right?” He looks to her for a response. She shakes her head fervently.
“No! Geez Ken, I wouldn’t do that.” Of all the ways I could go, I wouldn’t have tried to go out that way, she finishes off in her head, knowing it wouldn’t have done any good had she said the truth. She can’t help but shiver at the way he observes her, like he’s trying to see if she’ll crack, but years of living with her family has made that almost impossible.
“If you say so..” He looks back to his hand occupied with the lighter. “So…why did you almost freeze yourself to death if it wasn’t..that?” He questions. She knew she was going to be here for a while, so it felt pointless to try and beat around the bush. If Kenny wanted to know something, he’d find out eventually. So instead of tiptoeing through the conversation, she thought she’d give him an emotional-detached version of what went down. If she acted like it didn’t really bother her, maybe he wouldn’t feel bad on her behalf.
“My family threatened to take full control of my finances." She inhales, "even though I’m still 17, it’s the law that I can have control of my own finances. If my family tries taking more than half of what I earn each month, I can legally take them to court.” She clears her throat.
“They’ve been taking out large portions of my paycheck after I came out as Marjorine- they said it was because they were afraid that I wasn’t mentally capable of managing my own checks. I work myself sick to make the money I earn-” She scoffs, “ They-my father has been taking money out, telling me that they’re putting it to the side. T-that once I’m 18, I’ll have a savings account with all the money and interest saved up throughout the years.” She keeps her eyes on the ceiling this time, afraid she’d start crying before she finished. This wasn’t the time to be emotional- not with Kenny of all people. He shouldn't have to deal with that.
“Found out today that it was all a damn lie.” She finished. Against her own will, she felt a blanket of sadness wash over her. A guilt that she tried to drown once she’d found out. She brings her knees towards her chest and clutches onto them.
“How'd you find out?” Kenny pushes, an eagerness hidden deep within his tone that exposes his true intentions; that wanting for her to tell him everything. She swallows the lump in her throat.
“He told me.” She replies. She feels a gentle hand place itself onto her shoulder, when she turns to face him, she looks at the tenderness in his eyes. Like someone trying to approach a wounded animal; something she felt like she was. A dam breaks, unsure of what causes her to react, she grabs him into a tight hug. It’s been so long since she’s felt such a calming presence. Her eyes widen, feeling slightly embarrassed by the outburst, and tries to pull herself away just as quickly. She doesn’t get very far until she feels arms wrap around her, pulling her back. Warmth spreads across her chest, and something akin to giddiness forms deep within her. She tries not to think of the implication- instead choosing to remain present. Finally he lets her go, the gap between them now closed as his crossed legs brush her thighs. She leans back onto the wall, but finds herself slightly leaning onto Kenny. She feels a shift in his weight as well, as if he were also leaning against her.
“For these past six years I spent living as Marjorine, I just thought- ‘maybe this was their way of supporting me’. They didn’t understand what I was going through, you know? Gosh, the entire time I was- even though it hurt, I was okay with my dad calling me by my dead name. I thought that him tolerating me was more than enough. That at the end of the day he cared- the savings account was proof of that.” She starts to pick at her nails, anger washing through her veins.
“But I was stupid- stupid naive Marjorine! Stupid, stupid-stupid naive Butt-” Kenny grabs her hands, stopping the obsessive picking. She pays no mind to the torn red skin littered around her nails.
“You’re not stupid for believing your parents changed; I won’t let you call yourself that. You’re not stupid Marjorine- got it?” He grits out with anger not directed at her. The way her name falls smoothly from his mouth makes her chest warm. But it isn’t enough for her to change the way she felt. Pulling her left hand from his grasp she places it into her pocket.
“Kenny, for years I've noticed them getting newer things. Nicer things. They’d go on vacations more often than not- I saw it. I never heard about any bonuses or increased wages from father, and-and mother doesn’t work. Geez, I saw what they did, and it was like-like my brain didn't want to admit what was happening. Like I believed what they said and couldn’t imagine it being anything else.” She pauses, thinking whether she should keep going. She looks to Kenny and catches his watchful gaze, silently telling her to continue.
“I-the argument was stupid- I got outta work early cus we were celebrating a coworkers birthday. Not usual, but since it was a slow day and our boss is generally nice, we were let off early with the benefit of a full paid day.” A soft ‘that's nice’ escapes from Kenny’s breath and She nods in agreement.
“I thought I’d dress for the occasion, you know? I never really get to dress up- my father never liked seeing me wearing dresses so I’d try to just..dress more boyish at home. Avoid an unnecessary argument. I don’t mind it, I never really cared about what I wore, but tonight I just wanted- I don’t, just wanted to change it up?” Kenny nods.
"You'd look great in anything." The sincerity of his words made her flush.
"Oh- um thanks." She whispers. With an encouraging smile, he nods for her to continue.
“Um…well..once I got home, It was like a time bomb went off. My father has always made slide remarks about my identity, but I’d usually walk to my room and ignore it till the next day… It wasn’t like that this time around.” She inhales a deep breath, and releases.
“About an hour later he barged into my room, saying the most gosh awful things you can say to anyone. My mother was trying to pull him out, but she didn’t defend me, she never does. He went to my closet and started tearing down everything. I was so angry- gosh, we both were. We ended up saying things we both regret.” She finishes.
“What did you say?” He quietly asks. She looks at him, glad that a part of the parka’s hood obscured her face.
“That I’m moving out of Colorado once I turn 18.” She weakly replies. She feels Kenny go tense besides her. He rushes in front of her, entering her personal bubble so quickly the hood of the parka falls back as she stumbles and leans onto her right hand in surprise.
“You’re leaving this year?!” He shouts, causing her to wince at the sudden change of volume. She watches his eyes widen with panic. She blinks a few times, unsure what might’ve caused the change in mood.
“Uh, yes? Is it really that surprising- uh, I mean- isn’t everyone from the class leaving right after the year is over?” She tries to joke, slowly she begins scooting over to create some space between them. He responds to the slow movements by gripping both of her upper arms, effectively pinning her into place.
“I-well- Some people are taking a gap year or like- actually talking about what they’re gonna do with their friends! Why am I only hearing about this now?!" Desperation leaks from the tone of his reply. Marjorine can’t help but feel flustered.
“I-Ken I won’t be 18 until September- I had enough time to tell someone. Not that anyone would want to know anyways I mean..everyone’s leaving so it isn’t really a big deal if I do too. No one would have cared.” She jokes.
“I would’ve cared!” He blurts out with furrowed brows and a frown. She sees the moment he realizes what he said and bears witness to a flush red that spreads across his face. To save him from the embarrassment, she tries to fill the silence before it becomes awkward.
“Th-thats nice to know, I should’ve probably told you first then.” He bites his lip and releases his hold on her. He stands up and walks to one of the sinks, turns it on and splashes water onto his face. She takes a moment to realize how warm the room has gotten, and takes off the parka. She stands, tying the sleeves around her waist.
“It’s just that-” She raises her head towards the voice. “We’re friends, right?” He finishes, head now turnt to her. She smiles.
“I- I’d hope so.” He returns the smile, but she watches as it falls once he’s turnt back to the mirror in front of him. He turns his body 180 and sits himself atop the counter with crossed arms.
“Then- sorry, I don’t mean to make this about me now but…Why don’t you ever tell me anything anymore?” She frowns at the question.
“I tell you things.” She replies confused.
“No, no- you- we barely talk anymore. And I get that, god I really do. I'm fucking sorry that shit happened to you I just- hearing all this shit now, it's like..for years you’ve only told me what I wanted to hear.” He says. She sighs,
“It’s not that I didn’t think we were friends or anything, it's just that- well..You were going through so much. The whole foster care situation…and everything after. My problems just weren’t as important.” Kenny looks at her with a frown, she knows what his retort is going to be before he says anything. “I know you’re gonna say that's bull, and how-how I shouldn’t compare trauma but, I-I just wanted to be useful to someone. I-I didn’t want to think about my own problems. I wanted to be there for a friend and-and I’m glad I was able to be there for you!” She nearly shouts. Kenny must’ve saw fire in her eyes, because he changes back to their previous topic.
“What did he say?” She blinks.
“Huh-uh what?”
“What did your dad say?” He repeats. Finally realizing what he had been referring to she sighs,
“He uh- said that I was a stupid, naive kid that didn’t know any better. So stupid in fact, I wasn’t aware they’d been using my money for their personal needs. Th-that even after I aged out, they’d somehow used that against me and tell the court that I wasn’t mentally fit to be my own payee.” She snorts, walking her way towards the sinks. “ Gosh, can you imagine that? They were really in it for the long con." Her voice trails off, her gaze falling to the floor.
"You're not."
He hops off the counter still facing away from the mirror, by her side now, not even a foot apart. She could feel his voice echo in her ears.
"Not what?" She looks to him; his eyes piercing through hers.
"Stupid or naive. You had hope and- and that's more than what most people in this town have." He spoke. She looks away, cheeks warming at his sincerity.
"It's- yeah, okay." She replies halfheartedly; no matter how much she disagreed with the statement, she knew he wouldn't have been opposed to repeating the sentiment until he could drill it into her. There's a pause in conversation that lasts barely a minute until Kenny squats down, reaching for the pockets of the parka tied around her waist. He looks up at Marjorine with a sheepish grin that she swears doesn't cause her heart to skip a beat.
"Uh, you wouldn't mind if I smoke in here, would ya?" Searching for the cigarette in the other pocket now, he points to the small window behind him with a thumb, "I'll crack a window open- if you're not still cold, that is." Marjorine reaches into the pockets of her windbreaker and hands the cigarette to him.
"Thought you might want it for later." An amused smile graces his face as he stands to grab it.
"Ah, trying to get me to quit by hiding my stash again now, Ms. Scotch?" She chuckles, watching as he walks his way towards the bench lying beneath the high window.
"Of course not Mr.McCormick, I learned my lesson after the whole Stark's pond incident." Kenny bursts into laughter causing him to struggle with the latch.
"Yeah, If that wasn't divine intervention- pfft."
The window opens and a cool breeze settles in. Kenny turns away from the window to light, and after a few tries, exhales a cloud of smoke.
"So..why are you here?" Marjorine asks, now curious. He takes another drag before responding,
"Heatings out at our place, decided to wait out here until I can get someone to come in the morning." He shrugs. She takes in the information and gasps.
"Gosh, how's everyone else? Where's Karen staying?" She asks, concerned. She knew Kevin had moved out three years ago, leaving Kenny and Karen to fend for themselves. Kenny had told her how Kevin said he'd be back once he had enough money to support all three of them but, according to the last she's heard about it, Kevin had been radio silent for some time.
"She's having a sleepover at Tucker's place; doesn't know about the heat since she was there most of the day anyway." He answers almost apathetically, puffing out smoke. "Called ahead and told them what was going on. Luckily, they were cool with it, asked if I wanted to stay the night too."
"Wow, that's nice of them." She furrows her brows. "What are you doing here then?"
"Ah- didn't feel right, since I'm 18 and all? I should be able to get by on my own. Besides, have you seen Tweek get jealous? No one knows what happened to the last kid. Wasn't gonna fuck around and find out," he jokes. It didn't take much to hear the underlying sadness lingering in his voice. She knows how much he hated being a burden to others. How much he'd rather suffer alone. They were similar like that.
"I'm sorry Ken, but that's bullshit." She states, causing Kenny to inhale wrong and start wheezing.
"Uh- who are you and what did you do to Marjorine? You're usually nicer whenever I try to talk shit about myself." He says with a smile so wide she feels blinded.
"It's called tough love. You don't take me seriously when I'm nice about it so.. I guess I've decided to change tactics." She says innocently, shrugging her shoulders. Kenny huffs, feigning hurt. She walks up to the window and takes a glimpse of the outside. The wind seems to have calmed down.
"There's people out here who'd help you in a heartbeat. You know that you're not alone, right?" She turns to look at Kenny, only to receive a face full of smoke.
He puffs, "Yeah uh- and does the hypocrite know the same goes for her too?"
Still coughing she swats at his shoulder, "sometimes I forget how-" she coughs, "-much of an ass you can be when you're trying to prove you're right."
"Hey, you're the one who walked into my spot sweetheart." He kills the last bit of his cigarette and tosses the bud into the trash.
"So, what's the plan?" After closing the window, Kenny turns back around, giving her his full attention. She squirms a bit, now that the parka wasn't on for her to hide in, she felt exposed. She turns, walking back towards the pillow.
"Uh, well I'll probably head back home. Climb in through my window since it's always unlocked." She hears Kenny's voice of displeasure as he follows her back to the pillow seated on the floor.
"I resent that." He says, plopping down. She follows, taking off the parka and tossing it onto his lap.
"It's either that or waking my parents."
"We wouldn't want that." He exhales.
Once they're both seated comfortably, he pulls out his phone and turns it on.
“Wow, it’s already almost 2 in the morning.” He looks at her and smiles, “well, it’s like they always say, gotta have good company if you wanna really pass the time.” He wiggles his brows leaning into her space. She snorts, shoving him away,
“Well, my father does leave for work at 7 so.. maybe I can just wait it out in here till then.” She nods to no one in particular. Feeling Kenny’s eyes on her, she tries to ignore them as she takes off her windbreak and rolls it into a ball for a make-shift pillow. She goes to stand and is stopped by a hand that catches her wrist. She looks back at Kenny confused.
“Here.” He says, patting the pillow they’d been sitting on. Not waiting for a reply, he pulls her back down, grabs her sweater and shakes it out.
“My pillow..” Kenny shushes her, grabs his parka and folds it, pats it down right next to his lap, making it puff up more. He grabs the windbreaker with both hands and uses his head to gesture towards the large coat. “Here, a much better pillow.”
“Uh, you want me to sleep on your..” lap is left unsaid.
He smirks, “Coat? That’s what you were gonna say right? Because I patted my coat, not my-”
“Yeah okay, got it.” She chose to stop him before it could go anywhere else and tried to ignore the way her heartbeat quickened the closer her head got to the coat. Laying on her back, probably the least comfortable position imaginable, she watches as he leans himself over her and throws the windbreaker across like a blanket. When he finishes flattening out the creases of the sweater, he begins to tuck the edges of it underneath her and she immediately flushes at that.
“I-I can do this part- I don’t need you to tuck me in like a baby.” She nearly squeaks. But feels like she’s in no position to be demanding anything as she watches him lean back over onto the pillow with a knowing smile.
“Course you aren’t.” She closes her eyes instead of responding and hopes her cheeks haven’t gotten any worse. She didn’t want him to know how much he really affected her. “I’ll set an alarm for 6:45. Gives you some time to wake up before you head out.” She feels him shift.
Eyes still closed, she yawns, “ Thank god it's winter break..won’t be anyone in the park that early..hope this boss is as nice as my other one…” She trails off. As if a switch was flipped, she feels the exhaustion of the previous day sweep over her. Before she can finally lose conscious she whispers,
“Thank’s Ken, I owe..you one..”
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“If you really wanna repay me, just take me out for breakfast once school starts up again.” He whispers back, knowing she hadn’t heard him from the way her breathing slowed. He brushes away the strands of hair that lay messily across her cheeks- noticing how much longer it’s gotten since they were younger. Grabbing his phone from the floor, he opens the camera app. Trying to move as little as possible, he angles the camera to capture them both, taking several pictures- a couple with him holding up a peace sign.
Admiring his work, he tries scooting himself closer to the wall and wiggles around to find a comfortable resting position. In all honesty, he’s barely moved from his original position in fear that he’d wake her, so even though he knew his back wasn’t going to forgive him come morning, the idea of that didn’t bother him as much as it should have. Looking down, he combs his fingers through her hair, watching as her chest rises and falls with a frown.
He wasn’t there for her the same way she’d been. He hates imagining how alone she must’ve felt as she struggled with her own issues. How strong she was for the both of them when she helped him through his own problems.
With a sigh, he puts the phone on the ground beside him. Taking one more glance at her resting face, he swears to himself. He knew he forgot something.
He'd plan on asking if she'd maybe want to stay with him back at his place until his parents came back from wherever the hell they went. They probably told him while he was sleeping. He wasn't too worried.
Yeah, he’ll ask her. And then maybe, just maybe, they could talk about those plans on moving out.
He continues running his fingers through her hair until sleep pulls him under; that night, he dreamt they both slept under the warmth of the stars.
You’ve heard of Goth Stan, Scene Kyle, and Grunge Kenny but now get ready for Cottage Marjorine Ft. Grunge Kenny (I just wanted to draw her looking cute-)
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