Make me whole again

Title: Make Me Whole

Pairing: Butters x Kenny

Raiting: K+

Author: Crazyneko09

Disclaimer: I don´t own the characters in this story.

Epilog:

My name is Butters Stotch.
I´m 16 years old, I have no friends and my parents don´t want me.
None of that is really new to me, since it´s been this way for, well…16 years now. It´s not that I´m ugly or an asshole, I mean I´m not the most prettiest boy in the world, I have normal blond hair that stops at my shoulders, I am not fat nor am I really skinny and I rather like my eyes, since they are a pretty baby blue.
I guess the others just don´t like me, because I´m...well me. My parents always told me that I should have never been born and maybe they are right.
From what I know, no one is perfect in this world, but at least they belong somewhere. Like Stan has Wendy, or Kyle who fell in love with Cartman to everyone's surprise, well I kind of always knew, from the way they were secretly staring at each other when they thought that no one was looking. Well since I am a nobody I guess that really no one saw.
And Tweek, he has Craig who loves him so dearly. It´s like every one belongs somewhere, everyone except for me.
I can´t blame them, why would anyone want me? Me the unwanted boy from South Park, Colorado. But sometimes it hurts and I can´t help but wonder "Why me god?".
Why do I have to be the one that no one cares about?

"Nobody is ever going to love me", that´s what I always believed, well until I met Kenny, that is.

I love Mondays. I know most people don´t, and the fact that I do probably makes me an even weirder person than I already am, but I hate it at home, so being at school, is like vacation to me.
Well, that is not entirely true either since no one really likes to talk to me more than they have to, but at least my classmate's can´t ground me for being ugly or simply alive.
It´s not like I hate my parents, they just seem to hate me.
Why? I have no idea, I just try to stay out of their way as much as I possibly can, so that they don´t have to endure my presence any more than necessary.
If I had friends, they would probably tell me that this is wrong, that it´s not true that I should have never been born, but since I don´t have any friends, I try to stay invisible as much as possible.
I used to be really cheery and happy when I was younger, I always tried to make friends that way.
I mean who hates a happy person, right?
But it only annoyed them even more, so I tried being the quiet one for a while, but that only made them forget me entirely. And since then I have been alone, I´m not even hated by them anymore.
It´s like I´m not there.

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I enter my classroom and just like every day, nobody notices me. I sign and take a seat. The bell will ring in 4 minutes, 4 minutes of boredom and loneliness for me. So I might as well check my homework again.
I open my backpack and take out my notes about "Bullying in school", a subject that the teachers recently decided on, since another teenager nearly took her life, after Eric was done with picking on her. I try to avoid him as best as I can. Even though he never talks to me or tries to flush my head in the toilet, he still scares me.
3 minutes. Why can´t the lesson begin already? I hate this part of school, when everybody is talking with their friends, laughing, exchanging messages from cell phones and giving out invitations to parties.
It proofs me even more that I don´t belong anywhere. But as always I try to ignore them by flipping the page and reading through the article again.
A hand lands onto my shoulder and I cringe. Please don´t let it be Eric.
If I show up with a blue eye, my parents surely will ground me. Scared I turn around. But instead of a grinning Cartman, I see Kenny standing behind me. He doesn't smile, but he doesn't seem mad either. I decide that I am not in trouble and fake a small smile.
"Why, hello there Kenny? Is there something that I can help you with?".
He pulls the hood of his orange parker down, to speak I assume, since only Stan and Kyle seem to be able to understand him, when he is wearing that…thing.
"The homework? Have you done it?", he looks troubled, always looking to his side.
Maybe he´s scared that others will see him talking to me. I grab my notes and hold them out to him. He lets out a sign of relief.
"Thank you man, you really saved me. If Mr. Garrison found out that I slept through his lessons again, I would be screwed", he smiles.
He actually smiles at me. I blush. No one has ever smiled at me in ages, laughed about me, yes, but an honest smile? Never.
"No Pro-lem Kenny. I always like to help a…ehmm classmate".
I don´t dare to spell the word friend, for fear that he might stop looking at me like I´m actually a living person.
"Just tell me if there´s ever something that I can do for you", he starts to walk away, but I stop him.
"No that´s quite alright. The others might notice you talking to me again". He turns around. "Excuse me?". Oh shit. I´ve done something to annoy him.
"I´m sorry, I just thought that you…er…the others they don´t like me. If you talk to me they might start to dislike you too". He looks astounded by my words. Then he looks at the clock.
"What are you doing after school Butters?".
"What?". He looks a bit annoyed at that.
"Come on Butters, I don´t have time all day. Are you free after school or not?".
Is he asking me to spend time with him? Or maybe he is asking me to do his homework, since he will forget it anyway.
"Yes, I guess, but if it´s about your homework…".
He rolls his eyes at my remark.
"It´s not about homework". I look down, embarrassed.
" I´ll see you after school, alright?"; he says a bit softer this time, when he notices that I am about to apologize again.
He walks to his seat not waiting for my answer and begins to copy my homework into his own notebook. Did that really just happen?