Warning: Swearing, implied Boy/boy, gay Butters, and discrimination.
Sixteen year old Butters had decided to attend a Politics Convention with Kenny. The other boys thought the idea was stupid but Kenny laughed, agreeing to go, saying it would be interesting. It seemed Kenny knew a small detail that Butters didn't: the focus of the convention was Gay Rights. Now he had lost Kenny, and he was not well dressed for such an event. Wearing a turquoise tank, a sky blue jacket, skinny jeans, and two blue Hello Kitty barrettes, those who hadn't guessed he was gay had confused him with a girl or hadn't bothered to notice him. The crowd around him was a sea of strangers, constantly bumping into him as he looked for the hooded boy. He found a face of salvation. The old friend he met at camp.
"Bradley! Hey, Bradley!" Butters quickly made his way through the crowd to his accountabila-buddy , muttering "Excuse me" and "Sorry" the whole way. Once he was behind the boy, he covered the boy's eyes from behind, causing him to shake. "Guess who~!" The older male slightly calmed, realizing the person probably thought they knew each other.
"Um, I think you may have m-mistaken me with someone else…" The boy stated, cursing his luck, figuring some random fag's hands were over his eyes.
"Now, come on, Brad. That's no way to treat your accountabila-buddy!" Bradley's heart froze for a second, somewhat nervous, until calming himself enough to turn and hug the boy. "So, come to hear the debates?"
"Um, a-actually, I'm here with Camp New Grace." The boy said, confused as to why he was ashamed to tell that to the younger blonde.
"Huh? I thought you didn't agree with them neither." The younger blonde was looking somewhat saddened by the other's statement.
"Well, I didn't, but my father did so, here I am." The older blonde smiled sadly.
"Bradley! What are you doing?" A man started walking quickly toward the boys, looking angry. He grabbed Bradley's arm before turning his attention to Butters. "Who do you think you are, you little heathen! Trying to undo all the progress this boy has made! You are sick!"
"What? You can't just go around sayin' stuff like that! And for your information it's okay to be gay!" The younger blonde blurted at the man wearing the New Grace t-shirt.
"Ha! How immoral! Of course it's not okay!" The old man blurted back.
"You say it's not okay to be gay- well, I think you're just evil! You're just a jerk who think you can fix us! Your view is medieval! " Butters yelled at the man.
"The lord says 'thou shall not lie with a man as he would lie with a woman, for it is an abomination!'" The older man piped smugly.
"Two can play at that game… Back then you couldn't 'lie' with someone unless you were married to 'em! So if you 'lied' with anybody else it was an abomination! So that don't mean nothing!" Butters grabbed Bradley's hand he turned starting off before turning to glare at the man. "Fuck you. Fuck you very, very much!" With that Butters walked away, scowling. Bradley followed as he grinned at the other boy, feeling as he did when he had decided to back away from the edge of the bridge he nearly jumped off of as a kid…
…Happy with himself….And in love.
Thank you for reading! I love Lilly Allen's music and I wouldn't have thought of this if it wasn't for her song "Fuck you."