Nyaa~ Okay, my first proper fanfiction! This is STUTTERS which means StanxButters, with Stan as the PASSIVE and Butters as the DOMINANT!

Its weird, but I think Butters will grow up to be an awkwardly tall adult. That, paired with his cuteness... NYAAAA!

I've written the first part in 1st person, but I'll continue in 3rd. Sorry if that's confusing

So, yes, Rated M , because of bad language. Might do naughty scenes later, but I don't think I could write any. I'm not creative enough, lol.

Disclamer: South Park belongs to its creators, if I wrote it they would ALL be Gay.

So... How do I start this?

Well... Lets start with this.

I'm Stanley Marsh. Allot of people just call me Stan though. I guess you can too if you want to.

I'm the average high schooler. I'm on the football team. I'm popular. I get average grades. I'm gay. Totally, normal, average high schooler. Yeah, right.

I haven't come out yet, incase your wondering. How the hell would I? My friends... I mean, I know they would support me in nearly everything, but Cartman and Kenny? Kenny is a total blabber mouth, and I wouldn't trust Cartman if my life depended on it. Which it would, If I did tell him.

People tend to be... Close minded. That's part of the reason I don't want to tell anyone about my sexuality. My mother and father, well, I don't know how they would react. There's no way in hell I ever want Shelly to find out! She still bullies me, when she comes home from collage.

So I'm waiting. My plan is to come out before I go to collage. Which reminds me...

How would you tell your proud my-sons-the-quarterback parents you want to be a vet?

I mean, everyone seems to think that I'll be going to collage on a sports scholarship, but I've never wanted to continue football in collage! I don't even know where they got the idea!

I've always loved animals, when I was nine I even joined whale wars and saved a bunch of veal from the butcher house! I'm a vegetarian and I volunteer at the animal shelter in north park.

But no, everyone just congratulates me on winning a pointless sports game, not helping poor, defenseless animals!

Sometimes the ignorance of people surprise me. I should be used to it, but the stupidity still seems to amaze me at times.

Like now.

My best friend, Kyle, is telling me about a party tokens having this weekend. You'd never believe it, but Kyle's kind of a party animal. I guess with all that studying, he needs to find some kind of release.

Anyway, he's going on about how great tokens party's are, and how much alcohol there'll be, and all the hot girls. I've learned to tune him out, just poking at the lumpy mashed potatoes on my lunch tray.

"Anyway, it's going to be so awesome dude! You have to come!" He finally finished, and I turned my focus back to him.

"Dude, y'know I don't party."

"Ah, come on!" Kenny butted in, leaning forward across the table " your, like, the fucking quarterback! You have to go!"

I shook my head and turned away. The last time I'd gotten drunk... Hah, I bet you want to hear don't you?

Well I'm not going to tell, it's embarrassing.

Seriously. Don't bother giving me that look.

Oh, fine...

See, we were, like, 15 or something, and I'd just found out I'm gay. I felt reeealy shit about it, so I snuck into one of the senior party's, with beer and drugs an other shit. I got totally wasted. And... well, lets say my virginity was stolen. By a girl.

Yeah, my virginity was taken by a woman, and I'm gay. Believe me, I washed my mouth out with soup the next morning. I was so upset that I ended up crying to Kyle, and told him everything. After I'd calmed down, I totally panicked. What if he thought i was gross!? What if he told everyone!? What if-

But none of them were true. Kyle is my super best friend, after all. He said he always had a hunch that I was gay, and it wasn't a big shock for him or anything. He even guessed my top secret crush! And I thought I was being very subtle about that!

What?! You want to know who my crush is? Well, you'll have to find out later!

Anyway, he's not the only person who knows. Before I realized I was gay, I had a girlfriend. Wendy. After I knew, I felt worried and scarred of telling her, not sure whether we should break up or leave it be. Luckily for me, I wasn't the one who ended it. She was.

Wendy confessed that she liked someone else, and didn't want to date anymore because it felt wrong. After we broke up, we actually got on better than before, and she became one of my closest friends. She told me her secret, and I told her mine in turn. We discovered that we had more in common than we thought.

Yeah, she likes girls.

Wendy's inlove with one of her friends, not that she'll tell me who. It's pretty easy to guess who she's obsessed with though. All you have to do is follow her love struck gaze to find the curly blonde girl she likes.

That's another thing we have in common. Not that I like my best friend THAT way! I mean... We both like blondes.

That's the only clue your getting!

So Kyle and Wendy are the only people who know I'm gay. I think I'm probably stressing this point a bit much, but this story's about my love life, so it's sort of important.

Back to the point, if there even was one.

Kenny pouted, and persisted to push ahead.

"Dude, you never get wasted, you don't get laid, you don't even go partying! Your wasting away your high school years! Your only young and irresponsible once, y'know."

Kyle leaned back and crossed his arms, a smirk on his face as he noticed someone walk into the cafeteria. I followed his gaze, then quickly looked away, before my face could register the need to flare up.

Kyle sniggered at my reaction.

"I heard that a certain someone is going come to the party, someone who doesn't usually come. A certain Leopold Stotch..?"

I laughed nervously, averting my eyes from his. "Why the hell," I say in a totally unconvincing voice "would I care that Butters is going?

Kyle shrugs, the nonchalant bastard. "I don't know. Maybe you two could talk about how lame party's are, or whatever reason you don't go."

I sigh heavily, pinching the skin between my brows. It's a tick I've picked up from my mother.

"Fine. I'll go to your stupid party." I give in, and they high five each over, not that I have a clue why.

Another tray settles down on our table. It's Cartman, his tray laden high as usual. He still eats like a horse, but he actually exercises now, so he's still pretty fit. He's actually sort-of good looking now, large but in a muscled way.

"What's up, fags?" Cartman drawls, sitting down and taking up half the bench to himself.

Kenny grinned and replied in a proud voice "we got Stan to come to the party on Friday."

"Sweet."

Arg! It sucks so much! Please forgive me~