In Which Blood Is Really Gross and Blonde Curly Haired Boys Named After Dairy Products Are Really Adorable
The first time I met him I swear to God he was glowing.
His hair was a really light blonde and messy. I watched as he tucked a curl behind his ear that fit perfectly. His bright blue eyes were huge and his nose disproportionately smaller. He smiled at whoever he was talking to and it lit up his entire face. I stared as the person next to him whispered something in his ear and the boy shifted his eyes to me slowly. When he caught me staring he whipped his head back to his friend, his whole face and ears turned cherry red.
"Keeenny what the fuck are you staring at?" An angel I think.
"See that guy over there?" I asked Stan, ignoring Cartman as usual. Don't feed the dragon unless you want to be eaten. "I'm gonna screw his brains out."
"Ew gross Dude! Are you gay Kenny?"
I laughed. "Are you serious? No. He's hot though you have to admit." Stan just looked confused and slightly disgusted.
"I think it's totally cool for two men to have feelings for each other. It's kind of accepted now."
"Of course you'd say that Jew" Cartman muttered.
"What the hell does being a Jew have to do with-"
Then Stan went on trying to get them to break it up spouting bullshit like "It's the first day of school you don't want to be late for class do you?", I wasn't really listening. I was already thinking of a strategy to get that boy in my pants.
I parted with the gang and checked my schedule for my first class. I had Shakespeare with Mr. Garrison in the third building. I entered the classroom and saw many recognizable faces. The boy from this morning wasn't one of them. Though I did see the friend he was talking to. I sat next to him.
"Hi there. My name is Kenny" I said. He just kind of glared at me and grimaced though it could've been a twitch or something.
"I k-know who you are. You don't have the b-best kind of rep here. I've also been in cl-classes with you since f-freshman year." I didn't really know what to say to that so I just waited for him to continue. "S-since I doubt you're going to ask, you can call me T- Tweek. Everyone else does. I bet the only reason you came to sit n-next to me is so you can get information on B-butters." Butter? What was he talking about? "He's a g-good childhood fr-friend of mine, and he's spending his Senior year here in S-south P-park before he moves to California to go to sc-school at Stanford. Also I am n-not giving you a phone number." So Butters was the name of the boy I saw this morning?
"Stanford? Are you serious?"
"Yeah he wants to study mu-molecular chemistry something or another." Kenny had to resist the urge to make a stupid chemistry joke. "His schedule is pretty messed up and he's basically just taking any classes that he w-wants to take since he's already admitted into St-stanford." Holy fucking shit this Butters kid sounded like a genius. I was starting to feel a little intimidated...
And then the bell rang.
My classes went by in a blur. After Shakespeare I had Spanish 3, gym, Trig, and computer. My day was shaping out to be pretty boring and it was only lunch. I sat at my usual table and saw that Cartman and Stan were already there while Kyle was waiting in line. Stan and Cartman were arguing over something I didn't give a shit about. I searched the room for a special blonde haired blue-eyed boy. I didn't notice when Cartman and Stan stopped talking. I glanced at Stan with a 'what the fuck' face.
"I always find it creepy when you go on these 'conquests'. I feel bad for the boy whose receiving those stares." Stan shivered.
"You're just jealous it's not you" I stuck my tongue at him totally mature-like. That's when something (or someone) in the corner of my eye was distracting me.
I didn't realize before because, regrettably, I do not spend much time looking at Kyle, but next to him in line chatting happily was Butters. I considered for a moment making Kyle my permanent wing man.
They walked together to our table and I purposefully made an empty spot next to me on the bench. Obviously, Kyle sat right in that seat which left Butters to sit on the other side of him. In my head I fired Kyle as wing man instantly. Cartman snorted with laughter and ignored him as usual.
"Kyle who's this?" I asked him once they'd settled down. I hadn't really noticed before, but Butters was pretty tiny. He had to have been at most 5 feet. I couldn't help but think his small hands were really cute.
"Oh uh this is Butters, Butters this is my friend Kenny." Kyle paused and squinted at me for a second. "Is there something wrong with you? Your face looks funny."
Um what. "I guess I'm just not feeling well. My stomach's been a mess recently." Kyle just nodded. I wonder what kind of face I was making.
Kyle shared half of his sandwich like he usually does since I can't afford lunch and the bell rang.
"Hey Butters." I called out before he could leave. I didn't get the chance to talk to him much due to the cock block. "What class do you have next?"
He looked genuinely surprised that I was talking to him and blushed. "I-I h-h-have A-anatomy." He stuttered. It sounded a lot better than his friend Tweek's stutter.
"I do to! I had my first period with that friend of yours Tweek. He told me you wanted to study chemistry or something though? Why aren't you taking that as your science?"
Butters looked confused at the fact that I'd talked about him with another person, but didn't say anything about it. "I-I'm takin' two sciences." He visibly swallowed. "Anatomy for fun an IB Chemistry." I noticed that he'd slowly stopped stuttering. Was he doing that because he was nervous? I smiled at the thought, I had him wrapped around my finger.
We walked to Mrs. Cocks (yes) class together and sat in the front row. It wasn't my ideal spot, but whatever.
She took roll call and I listened for Butters's last name. It sounded something like "Storch" but I wasn't sure. "Okay class for today just to ease into things we're going to watch a movie. I've personally never seen it before to check if it's alright so if any of you feel the need to leave the classroom raise your hand and I will dismiss you to the nurse." I thought that the school board was supposed to inform her that I wouldn't be able to watch squeamish movies or do any dissecting (I didn't have any choice but to take this class if I did I would have never chosen it), but I'm sure it would be fine. Just a little blood wouldn't be too bad.
So basically within minutes of the movie I fainted. The last thing I remembered was a loud gasp from Butters and the feeling of my whole upper body falling onto my desk table painfully.
When I woke up I was in the nurse's office. I had a bandage wrapped around my head loosely and my mouth tasted sour. I've been in this office more than a few times under the same circumstances, but before the nurse was the one sitting at the desk. This time I didn't see the nurse, but instead Butters with his head hunched down and vigorously scribbling something on a piece or paper.
"Hey." I croaked. Butters jumped in his seat and spun around to look at me. He looked as if I'd caught him doing something wrong. "You could have just left me with the nurse. That's what my other classmates do."
Butters shook his head. "The nurse isn't here today due to illness. Ironic huh? Her assistant was here instead an told me I coulda stayed until ya woke up and work on ma homework." He paused for a moment, packing up his backpack. "Does this happen often or something?"
"I have hemophobia. My family has some really back luck and almost all of my relatives are dead. I also had bad luck and saw them all die and that kind of traumatized me. Now I faint every time I see gory stuff." I felt like I was talking to a therapist and not a boy I wanted to have sex with.
"Ya know I...I took a Psychology class last year. I can help ya with your hemophobia if ya want." He took a deep breath and continued. "I mean if ya don't want me to or ya don't think I can do it than I won't a course I just wanted to help a bit, but I mean we just met a couple a hours ago an-"
"Can you really? That would be pretty cool Butters." I smiled. This was perfect I could get closer to Butters and maybe get over my hemophobia with his help.
Butters blushed brightly. "A course I can or I wouldn't a said it. We can meet at my house if that's okay with ya. What days are ya free?" That was different. Was Butters bolder than I originally planned?
"Well I don't have anything after school today." I raised an eyebrow trying to hint at something a little more. I'm not sure if he really caught on though because he looked extremely surprised at my offer.
"Sure that sounds wonderful Ken."
Ah I hope you guys liked it! If you did (or didn't) please leave a comment below!
I'm thinking that this story is going to have short chapters, extremely long titles, and heavy dialogue :/
Oh and it's going to be only Kenny's POV