WAS THIS WHAT I WAS EXPECTING?
BUTTER'S POV.
Wendy was so beauteously figured. A pink beret placed firmly on her silky sable haired head, that never failed to attract my attention, blowing in the breeze as she departed South Park Elementary that peculiar afternoon, under the blue sunlit sky. Her face never failed to dazzle me with it's engaging, winsome, and angelic features. Every time she flashed her cheerful bright toothy grin I flushed heavily, as my heart melted in an instant, and my palms burned up into a sweaty mess. Her voluptuous figure stood out triumphantly unbeknown to her, as she brushed past me in the growing frenzy of schoolchildren rushing to get home that day. As the crowd absented itself it seemed it was prominent that only me and Wendy were present walking calmly across the road, unlike the the others.
"H-Hey W-Wendy..." I stuttered nervously out to her. I twiddled my fingers together anxiously as she turned to face me on the sidewalk, her eyes sparkling wonderfully, a smile forming across her face, that sent me rooted to the spot, my face heating up quickly.
"Oh, hey Butters..." She responded in her innocent melodious voice. She sounded surprised.
"E-e-er, how's it going with er everything Wendy?" I questioned, stammering madly, as my heart rate accelerated unnaturally rapidly, as she strolled casually towards me, her workbooks held tightly in her frail palms. I eyed her books, and gazed straight into her eyes. "Do you want me to help you carry your books...?" I offered timorously. She looked at me dubiously for a moment, then she nodded happily, her lips curving further.
"Oh sure, thanks." She replied, handing a stack of books into my sweaty palms, that I struggled to hold, but mustered up the strength too eventually. "Oh everything is going fine at the moment, how about you?" She asked curiously.
"Oh-oh great..." I lied melancholy. Everything was not fine. Only last night had my parents administered another beating. Bruises, cuts, and scars decorated my battered body. To my surprise Wendy noticed this.
"Butters... Where did you get these bruises?" Wendy inquired concerned, as her eyes trailed off to the various bruises on my left arm, covering every inch of my flesh. I contemplated on lying to her, but my eyes watered, and I began to sob quietly..
"M-My parents b-beat me again last night. I-It wooon't stop. They hurt me every day, I can't take it... Seven years... I'm fifteen and still it's happening... What did I do to deserve this...? Don't t-t-tell anyone, I-I'll be g-g-grounded..." I whimpered, halting as I approached my residence. As far as I could make out through my teary eyes, Wendy seemed rather sympathetic. Then I felt a hand lead me away from where I was situated, and I stared around confused, and perplexed as I couldn't distinguish where I was as I passed various colours, shapes, and objects. It felt nice having a gentle holding hand. It made me feel warm, and soothed. As I began to calm, my vision cleared and I was standing infront of the Testaburger Residence. I glanced down at that the hand that over mine. Wendy's. My eyes darted from the hand and back to Wendy, who was smiling softly at me.
"You could tell me all about it Butters..." Wendy suggested, beaming brightly. I gazed at her, I could feel my face burning up heavily. "We better let go of each other's hands now Butters, people might get the wrong idea." She said quietly, though I detected a hint of disappointment in her voice. I obeyed and I followed her inside the house, and up the stairs into her bedroom. I seated myself carefully at the end of the bed, while Wendy lay down tiredly near the head of the bed.
"It started when I was seven..." I began quietly.
"I can't hear you from here, why don't you come... Closer?" Wendy suggested, though her voice was wavering vaguely to my curiosity.
"Y-yeah sure, um..." I responded hesitantly, and shuffled over to the head of the bed, where I lay down beside her.
"When did it start?" She questioned softly, as she took off her beret, and placed it on the bedside table.
"Well um, it started when I was seven..." I began once more, blushing as I felt her hair land awkwardly against my face. "I interrupted my father while he was watching soccer, after a bad day's work, and he, a-and he hit me, and kicked me, and beat me on the floor infront of the television... They don't love me, they don't care for me... No-one cares... I-I-I..." My voice started to crackle, and I felt tears fall from my eyes. I glanced at Wendy whose expression was sorrowful.
"Oh Butters... I... I still can't hear you too clearly, why don't you come closer...? Butters?" Wendy asked sympathetically. I looked at her again uncertain. Her expression was hard to read. So I came closer still. "Just a bit more..." She added. Exhaling slowly, I moved closer, now my body was against hers, which sent my palms filling with sweat, and my heart heaving abnormally.
"A-And every time I even speak, I end up saying s-something wrong or when I'm behaving they still accuse me of doing something wrong, but I haven't done anything wrong I just..." I stared into her eyes, she seemed as if she was distracted by something. She was gazing into my eyes, smiling brightly. It wasn't a cheerful smile like before. It was almost wistful... "W-Wendy...? W-Wendy?" I stuttered nervously, as she grinned wider.
"Butters..." Wendy exhaled, and silently gestured for me to come closer, which I did obediently. Now I was only an inch away from her face.
Then the unexpected happened. We kissed. Her lips pressed against mine heavily, as I did the same to hers, and she wrapped her arms around my torso. Her lips tasted sweet, sugary, and saccharine. The experience was Enchanting. Notional. Heavenly. But soon it was over, as we broke from the embrace, and caught our breath.
"T-that w-was u-unexpected..." I murmured, and she giggled. "What about Stan?"
"I'm sure he could find someone else, after all he is a popular kid... But being popular isn't everything. And I've come to realize that..."
"... Oh Wendy, I-I love you so much..." I whispered satiably.
"I love you too... " Wendy replied agreeably, and pulled me into another embrace.
Maybe my life will start to turn around...
MMM... I THINK THIS STORY MAY NEED SOME WORK. COMMENT AND REVIEW!