Cheater …
I can't honestly remember when was the last time we or let me correct that and say that I can't remember when "I" was happy in this relationship. I had known had known for a while he had been seeing someone….I just brushed it off like my mother would say whenever I feel as a clumsy child. But then maybe I didn't care…. I'm really not so sure anymore not ever since that kiss….
My name is Leopold "Butter" Scotch and I consider myself a cheater.
I know people would say "that's what they all say!" But honestly folks I didn't intend this to happen, it was in no way premeditated….it just…sort of ….happened I guess….
In the end I kind of guess it was meant for the best because the relationship was slowly crumbling away…
My name is Kenneth McCormick and I am a cheater fling and all round man whore and I got my title for stealing girls and guys from their boyfriends or girlfriends. Sometimes it'd be intentional other times on accident….but with Butters it was different ….
How?
Well… it was a bit of both.
There had always something that stopped me from putting the moves on Butters he had always been different. In no way was I ever intimidated. Oh no it had not been that at all Butters is small frail and in many ways feminine, his frame was small and I towered above him. I also can't really say it was his relationship that stopped me either. But you see I had always liked him thought he was cute, smart and an all around good friend to me but that was the thing he was my FRIEND. I never wanted to lose him his friendship was a great privilege and I sure as hell didn't want to give that up and as a well behaved child I listened to my conscious for once when it came to stopping my urges and impulses.
But that night…..
That night I was in the corner of the room by myself as usual Cartmen my boyfriend of almost 1 year was mingling and having fun with other party goers. I didn't know much of anyone at the party only a few old classmates but as always I felt to shy to indignant to interrupt them to got and ask them how they were or how their happy lives was.
I have to be honest I was a friendly person but this he…our relationship changed me …
It seemed like it would be an eternity for the party to end and for us to return to our flat until he came.
I was not so tipsy that night no…. I was buzzed and maybe high but not on any drugs no on determination. I was sitting in the kitchen with Stan and Kyle when I decided to finally get up and do something about it I made my to the living room and there he was…..
He was sitting by himself in a bean bag chair just staring into space. Cartmen and Wendy even passed meters in front of him and went up the stairs and it seemed to make it passed his radar unnoticed either that or he didn't care.
I snatched a bottle of tequila from the table and swished a quick drink of it in hopes that I'd gain at the least some artificial balls.
I took a moment to take in his beauty just incase things went wrong and he'd slap me and drop me as a friend.
He was beautiful in every way… how could Cartmen pass him up for her…?