A/N: Based off of "I'll Walk" by Bucky Covington

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Loud music could be heard pumping out of the open glass doors leading to the gymnasium of South Park high school. Inside, a strobe light kept the beat of the techno music as the upperclassmen students danced to it. It was prom night, so everyone inside was either wearing a tux or elegant dress.

One group standing near the doors wore what looked like fairly expensive tuxes. Two wore black tuxes with red flowers in the left breast pockets, one wore a white tux with a light purple flower, and the other wore a red tux with a light purple flower.

Stan Marsh - one of the two in black - had his black hair gelled down so that it wouldn't go in every direction. Kyle Broflosky - the other in black - had his wavy red hair hanging around his face lightly. Butters - the one in white - had front of his blonde hair gelled back out of his face. Kenny McCormick - the one in red - still had his blonde hair sticking out in tufts going every which way.

"You sure that you wanna leave?" Stan asked.

Butters nodded, bumping his fists together. "Y-Yeah. I promised Kenny that…I'd pay him back for making him come to p-prom."

Kenny got a devious smile on his face and wrapped his arms around Butters' shoulders. "We'll see you guys on Monday."

Kyle nodded. "Okay then." He grabbed Stan's hand as the two went back onto the dance floor.

Kenny entwined his fingers in Butters' and led the smaller boy out to the parking lot. He had borrowed his father's truck for the night so that they wouldn't have to rely on someone else to get them to and from prom. He unlocked the passenger's side and opened the door for Butters to get in before walking around to the driver's side.

Kenny pulled out of the parking lot quickly, seeing as no one else was out of prom yet - there was still a half hour left - and sped off towards his house. About halfway back though, Butters cell phone rang and his parents told him to go home right then.

"Sorry Kenny," he apologized as he slid his phone back into his pant pocket.

Kenny sighed heavily as he slowly stopped at the one stoplight in South Park. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a way to still get his payback for being forced to go to prom while getting Butters home in a reasonable amount of time. He looked over to his left and noticed the empty parking lot of J-Mart, and suddenly got an idea.

When the light turned green, Kenny turned into the parking lot and came to a screeching halt. Butters bumped his fists together nervously and asked, "W-What are you doing? …I need to get home."

Kenny turned the truck off and moved to where he was sitting in Butters' lap in the passenger's seat. He took off Butters' jacket, showing the plain black t-shirt he was wearing beneath as Kenny gently kissed his boyfriend.

Butters put his hands on Kenny's chest and pushed the taller boy away weakly. "K-Kenny, I really need to…to get home."

"Your parents won't care if you're a little late, I'm sure," Kenny purred as he kissed Butters' neck. "It is prom night after all."

"But Kenny…"

"Besides, you're almost eighteen."

"But they'll ground me if I'm…if I'm late." Butters pushed him away again.

Kenny sighed angrily and plopped back down in the driver's seat. "Dammit Butters, sometimes you need to bend the rules a little! You can't always do as your parents say! Are you a pussy or something?"

Butters looked down at his hands, resting in his lap, sadly. He reached for the door handle and stepped out of the truck. Kenny sighed again, realizing he said the wrong thing and reached out for Butters' hand that was grabbing the white jacket. Butters froze but didn't look up at his boyfriend.

"Butters, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I'll drive you home, baby," Kenny said softly.

Butters shook his head. "No, I'll just walk." He let go of the jacket and slipped his hand out of Kenny's.

"It's late. You could get hurt."

"I already did." He slammed the passenger's door shut and began walking towards his house.

Kenny looked out the windshield sadly before driving off towards his house, cursing himself the whole way.