Kenny didnâ€™t like this. He tried to hide his shaking but all those flashes. All those voices. Questions flew everywhere. People yelled left and right. They talked one on top of another. Flashes every which way. He was shy and he wasnâ€™t liking all this attention. He peeked up at Stefan. He saw the gentle real smile. His cheeks flushed a little bit just across the tops of the cheeks. He hid his face again as the roaring started. He tensed as he discreetly clung to Stefan. How could these people be so calm? These paparazzi were scary and unruly. You could tell they were barely contained wild animals with which there was no cage to withhold them from chaotic idiocy.<br/><br/>He shook his head cutely. â€œNo. No it wonâ€™t. I will still see those flashes. Still hear their crazy all over the place yells and calls.â€ He whispered. â€œIâ€™m not you guys. I am not center of attention.â€ He got out in a shaky voice too soft for anyone save Stefan to hear. If the guy could even hear it. He hid his face further. Clinging tighter even as he shyly watched his â€œbig sissyâ€ Claire. He shook a bit but fought hard. Keeping a shy smile on his lips. His cheeks stayed a natural beautiful shy blush across the tops of his cheeks. He wanted to go die now. Or evaporate into the air.<br/><br/>Kenny didnâ€™t know it but he had the crowd awing and oooing like â€œsheâ€ was the most adorable thing ever. The part that enthralled Stefanâ€™s paparazzi crowd more than anything else in the world was that they could tell this was not an act. That this beautiful and shy creature was being a hundred percent genuinely shy yet was loyally sticking to her manâ€™s side. They saw this naturally sweet and beyond adorable young female fighting her own shyness to stand by Stefanâ€™s side. And they were loving it to the extreme. Their murmurs werenâ€™t filled with even one negative commentary towards kenny as paparazzi generally did. He unknowingly betwitched and enchanted them. They buzzed and whispered to each other wondering where Stefan had found such a young person.<br/><br/>He heard Stefan speak and pulled back a bit. Lifting his head and looked up at the male. His eyes filled with a shimmering confused curiousity. His shyness and uncertainty there. Yet the world would mistake that slight shimmer for a look of loyal devotion. His cheeks flushed a little more. His hair fell back in a way that most generally had to force to occur in movies with help. He stayed with his shy timid yet genuine, mostly, smile there. The crowd of reporters and paparazzi went wild and rapidly flashed and recorded things. For just a second he focused his entire mind on what was being asked.<br/><br/>The magical moment he unwittingly and unknowingly created just by being him was gone and he hid his face again. Weaving their fingers togehter and clinging more. â€œStay.â€ He said softly. Holding onto him more. He whispered. â€œI be more afraid if I wasnâ€™t clinging to your or Claire as I know you and sissy.â€ he whispered. He let Stefan lead them over to the reporter(s) and shyly hid his face and only slightly peeked out at them once in awhile.