Butters' Point of View

A/N: This story alternates from the point of view from Butters and Cartman each chapter. This chapter it's in Butters' point of view, next chapter it'll be Cartman's, then the next chapter Butters', etc. I'll title each chapter with whose point of view it is so... yeah, please read and review!:D

"You're such a little homo, Butters," Cartman sneered.

"Why are you alive? No one even likes you!" Kyle joined in, as the four of the usual gang laughed at me.

"Yeah, why don't you go kill yourself? Make the world a better place...." Stan snickered as I sprinted away, but I heard Kenny's voice as I ran.

"He's so much fun to torment."

chapter one

I remember when they were my friends... and I'm normally such a happy person, I can usually let their insults bounce off of me, but it stings when it comes from... him. Half my life I've secretly admired Eric Cartman, which is the most twisted thing in the world. Didn't he spend his entire life trying to screw me over?

But why? Why am I his primary target?

Because I am a little fag, a sad voice in my head answered my own question. But it wasn't fair... I had never done anything to them. I had always been so nice. I stopped running and looked around, confused, trying to figure out where I was.

"Oh, no..." I sighed sadly, suddenly aware that I was at Tom's Rhinoplasty, which was a fair distance away from my house. "Oh, gosh, it's going to be a long walk home...." So slowly I set back off, just crossing my fingers that I didn't run into the four again on my way back.

Apparently, God doesn't know what crossing your fingers means.

I'd only been walking a couple of minutes when I saw them heading my way. I quickly hid behind a group of trash cans in a nearby alley, shutting my eyes and stupidly thinking I can't see them so they can't see me. But they actually didn't notice me, though they did come down the alley and I inwardly groaned.

I could outrun Cartman, but Kenny was fast as lightning, and as Cartman's best friend and a fellow member of the "I Hate Butters" club, he'd be able to catch me easily. How long would they stay here? But as I heard one of them lean against one of the trash cans, hope that they were just quickly passing by faded from my mind. This seemed to be a usual hangout spot for them.

"Did you see him run?" I heard Cartman's voice say with a laugh.

"I bet he went off and cried," Kenny chimed in, and my blood ran cold. They were talking about me.

"He's such a gay-ass pussy," Kyle laughed.

"Damn right he is," Stan agreed.

"You know, I sometimes wonder about you," Cartman joked, referring to Kyle.

"You suck, fatass."

"Right back at you, Jew."

"Anyways," Kenny said impatiently, "how can we get him tomorrow?"

Forty some minutes later, when they had finally departed, I made my way home. The only good thing that could be said about the day was that I could know how to avoid their torture tomorrow thanks to overhearing their conversation. When I opened the door, my parents were sitting in the living room, frowning at me.

"Where have you been, mister?" My mom snapped angrily. "You don't have any friends, why didn't you come home when school ended?"

"Son... were you doing drugs?" My father asked slowly. "Because if you are... we're going to disown you."

Gee, that'd be a good way to get me to say I was doing them.

"N-no... I w-was j-just... hangin' out...."

"Go to your room, young man!" My mom yelled, and my dad frowned even more as I headed slowly up the stairs. He hated me ever since he lost the money he would've made by selling me to Paris Hilton.

Jerk.

I opened the door to my room and flopped down immediately on the bed, looking sadly at two pictures I had taped to the wall. The first was of me, Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny mooning the camera back when we were friends. The second was me and Pip last year on Valentines Day, me kissing Pip on the cheek. It hadn't meant anything, we had just both been lonely and he was my best friend, but Cartman had still tried to blackmail me with it (he was the one who took the picture), and after he was done, he'd just given it to me.

Of course, I had to tap-dance for him before he'd give it to me, which resulted in one of Kenny's deaths....

But it was sad that in my entire life I'd only had five friends, four of which I lost very soon after.

The next morning dawned, and I would've been cheery if I hadn't been dreading going to lunch. As I went out to my bus stop I kept fidgeting with my hands out of nerves. I'd just have to skip lunch, but we don't go to a big school, so it'd be easy if they really cared to come find me....

The bus pulled up and I got on, instantly noticing the only four people who got on before me. Kenny, Stan, and Kyle were situated at the very back of the bus, but Cartman was in one of the first seats and as I started to walk past him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit down next to him.

"Why the scared look, Butters? It's just me wanting to sit with you."

This might've seemed to an unknowing onlooker a normal sight, but I knew much better. Though I desired nothing more to sit next to Cartman and be with him, I knew his intentions would not be the same. He was up to something, and I glanced backwards, wondering if his friends were watching.

They weren't. So I stayed seated, maybe he wasn't going to completely humiliate me right now... because he surely would've told his friends to watch to see his prank.

"Um... so... how are you, Cartman?"

"Call me Eric." That struck me as odd, hardly anyone called him Eric.

"Oh, er, o-okay, E-Eric...." I hate this stupid stutter. But it happens every time I'm nervous.

"So, Butters, I had a question that might be a bit weird to you... but will you please give me a truthful answer?" Not only did he throw me an adorable smile, that was also the first time I'd ever heard him say 'please.'

"S-sure, Eric...." Despite myself, I was starting to smile back, and I thought I felt my cheeks get a little red but I hoped he didn't see.

"Butters... are you gay?"

My eyes widened a bit as he asked and my mind was rushing trying to think of what the right answer would be. Was he asking in hopes to get proof to make fun of me even more? Or was... was he asking because he's gay and... and he wants to know if I am, too? I'm not ashamed of who I am, but I don't know if I could stand the ridicule that would follow. Why couldn't it have been anyone else asking me?

His smile was overpowering.

"Would... would you think it was... b-bad if I am?"

"No, of course not, Butters! So are you?" He pressed, clearly wanting me to say yes before he would drop it.

"Well... y-yes, I am."

There was an eruption of laughter from the back of the bus. Stan, Kyle, and Kenny hadn't been watching... but they'd definitely been listening. My horrified face made Eric laugh, too, and I buried my face into my hands and, without even moving from the person who brings this pain onto me, I cried.