You and Kenny were a perfect couple. Never arguing, always getting along, similar interests... You were perfect for each other, and he felt that way too.

Right now, his parents were out of town, so he invited you to stay over for the night. Obviously, you agreed, and now you were at his house.

His arms were wrapped loosely around your waist, his face buried in your neck as he payed little attention to the movie that was playing. He was more focused on you, on the scent on your hair, of the way your skin felt against his own.

"You're perfect, you know that?" He mumbles through his thick, orange jacket, nuzzling up closer to you. For a guy like him, he was surprisingly sweet. It was adorable.