Oneshot book 3..... Jesus Christ.

Truths from the tired~Stenny (South Park.)

Don't think I don't love writing wholesome just because I'm angsty.
Warning: Nothing
Ages: 15.
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Kenny's PoV.

I just stare at him as he gets up, his window spilling out moonlight onto his face, making one of his eyes appear almost glowing with a starlight in it. All around; he looks like a painting from some incredible painter; better than Kyle.

"Are you an angel?" I ask; question spilling out quicker than I can process.

"No, I'm too bad of a person to be one."

"That's what an angel would say."

"Get some sleep."

"Where are you going?"

"I thought you might want space."

"No, please don't leave."

He smiles, hiding a chuckle behind closed lips. I don't think I will ever see something as otherworldly as Stanley Marsh against moonlight... and I've seen most of the most incredible things a person can name. I have seen practically everything in some story I've been a part of, I've said that something is gorgeous or otherworldly before but Jesus Christ. I'm an atheist and i just called him an angel. Wings and a halo wouldn't change his look right now; he's that divine, I don't think divine describes it well enough. Splendid! He's splendid, stunning, dazzling, tantalising... all these words I don't tend to use. He's pulchritudinous. Jesus Christ.

"You're staring."

"You're saying I should be able to take my eyes away?"

"You're too tired to talk."

He's blushing; I can tell.

"C'mere."

He roll his eyes and sit on his bed and I just take his hand.

"I love you."

He turns green at first, then red, then green, he does this rainbowish colour change for a while before he sprints off. I close my eyes; just for a while; hearing his phone beep while having my eyes closed, just waiting for him to come back.

"Did you fall asleep?" Stan asks; really quietly. I barely catch it.

He kisses my forehead, me opening my eyes to it. We stare at each other for a while; looking up/down at each other. His eyes are gorgeous.... have I told him that yet? I should...... I'm gonna.

"You have gorgeous eyes."

He smiles wider; doing the same hidden chuckle from earlier.

"You're gorgeous; all around. How many freckles do you have?"

He's turning red again, shallowing.

"Not that many; it's all from the sun and on my face."

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. You have fifteen freckles."

"How many do you have?"

"33."

"Secret ginger."