A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever! whar har! *does a happy dance* So you should read this and tell me what you think. Pretty pretty please! *puppy dog eyes*

Escaping the Truth

A Kenny and Butters Slash

Prologue:

"What do you mean you're not gay?"

Kenny's POV

So, basically live sucks. Everyone knows it. Whether it's the fact that your significant other broke up with you or if it's the fact that your pet died, anything really that makes live worse then it already is. My problem is Eric Cartman. Oh, and let us not forget the fact that I constantly die, and that I live in this fucking eternal winter land called South Park, Colorado.

I could change all of those things. I could make my life so much better by moving away or going and living with another family member, if, and there is always an if, if it weren't for this cute, adorable, I love him so much boy named Leopold Scotch, also know as Butters. Ah, Butters.

However, I seem to have gotten off track, Eric Cartman, as I already said, is the cause of all of my problems in life. I'm not sure how, but he is. Everything bad or even just slightly evil can be directly or indirectly related back to one Mr. Eric Cartman. He is a scheming, manipulative, psychopathic, fatass bastard, wanna be Nazi.

He's the reason Butters (ah, Butters) got sent to military camp between the summer of our 7th and 8th grade year. He's the reason Butter's refuses to talk to me anymore, hell, we rarely talked before now it's like I don't even exist. He's the reason that Butter's got all this self-confidence, and now wants everyone to call him Leo. He's the reason that Butter's can now stand up to his parents and is currently living in the back of Tweak's Coffee, while working there after school as his rent.

Now, I'm really, really, happy that Butters stood up to his parents, and that he's living on his own, and has a job, and even the fact that he's more self-confident, he doesn't even stutter anymore. What I'm not happy about is that after Butters, or rather Leo, got back from military camp he started denying that he was gay. Which I know is true.

Well, I hope it's true. Even if he isn't I'm sure that I can convince him to let me love him, and that he will eventually grow to love me back. Maybe.

Ok, if that wasn't helpful enough I'm even going to show you a flashback about how it all went down. Queue flashback.

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We all sat fidgeting at our desks waiting for the bell to ring. Having homeroom before lunch really sucked, but when I had found out that I had the same homeroom with Butters I discovered that it didn't really suck all that much.
Tick, tock, tick, tock; I think that stupid slow ass clock is mocking me. Maybe it knows that today is the last day of school so it wants to get in some extra torturing on our young feeble minds before school was finally dismissed for summer. Or maybe it just knew that today was my day to finally confess to Butters that I love him.

That I love the way he sighs in relieve because he gets that A he needs. And the way his blond hair turns to gold when the light hits it just right. Then there is the way his blue eyes light up whenever he looks at his Hello Kitty bag. His shyness and his stutter are just down right adorable. They make me want to protect him from everything. Yes, today was finally the day that I would tell Butters all of this.

Oh, you're probably wondering why I haven't done this before. I have tried, so many times have I tried, but something seems to be always getting in my way. Someone else is there talking to Butters, I get dragged away by Stan, Kyle, Cartman, or all three of them, or there's even been a few times that I've died before I could tell him. All of these things have stopped me before but not today, I am determined to do it and I will, God damn it all.

The bell ringing is joyous music to all of our ears as everyone rushes out the door and down the hall to the cafeteria. All that is except for Butters and I. Butters had stayed behind because Ms. Jay had stopped to talk to him about his last paper and me because, well you already know.

Walking slowly as possible to the doorway I'm hoping that they finish talking before I can get there. I get to the door and still no luck in Ms. Jay shutting up. Sighing impatiently I lean against the lockers next to the door, waiting. My head rolls back and hits the lockers and I shut my eyes, breathing deeply. There's nothing to be nervous about. Wait, why the hell am I nervous? All I'm doing is confessing to Butters. Ah, Butters.

"Dude, Kenny, what are you doing?"

Looking up, I feel my impatient level rise, and seeing Kyle Broflowski and Stan Marsh holding hands both looking at me with identical confused expressions, did nothing to help that rising level either. They had known each other since forever and had been best friends too. Everyone saw it coming and what do you know? Both Stan and Kyle had come out at the same time about half way through the year and have been dating steadily since. Seeing the two love birds, having there fucking cake, and eating the God damn thing to, made me want to punch both of them in the knee cap.

A sigh escaped me as I thought about how lucky some bastards were compared to me. But that was all about to change as soon as I got this confession out of the way.

"Hello, earth to Kenny. Anyone home?" They had moved closer to me and now Stan was waving a hand in front of my parka covered face.

Slapping his gloved hand away from my face, I straightened and came to the realization that I was taller then him. What the hell? Even if it was by only an inch I was still fucking taller than him. Weird.

"Yes, someone's home and right now they are very annoyed at being disturbed. Leave me alone." Looking over my shoulder I saw that Butters and Ms. Jay were still talking. Geez, talk about having a big mouth.

"Why? It's lunch time and generally by now you're already at the table eating half of everyone's plates." Kyle said a slight grin on his face.

Glaring at him I told him, "Well excuse me for being poor and hungry."

Placing his arm around Stan, Kyle looked at me concern glowing in his eyes. "Exactly, so why aren't you eating? Let's go." Reaching out he grabbed my hand and began pulling me down the hall with him.

As we rounded the corner I saw Butters come out of the class room and look around confused before shrugging and moving to follow us. Fuck. Is there a reason I keep missing my chances to talk to Butters alone?

The cafeteria was full of talk and the smell of bad food. Looking at Cartman's huge pile of unrecognizable foods, and Stan and Kyle making mushy faces at each other, I felt the need to throw up.

Cartman must have noticed me staring at his food because he quickly, and I must say that he did move rather quick for being so fat, quickly put his arm between his food and I, giving me the death glare. "Don't even think about it ghetto boy. This is the last day I'll get to eat this food until next year and I refuse to let to spoil it." Stuffing a green, clear thing in his mouth that may or may not have been Jell-O, Cartman continued to watch me.

"Whatever, fatass." Glancing towards the cafeteria windows, I saw Butters leaving to go to the library. Yes, here was my chance. Standing up I said, "I'll see you guys in class," before running off not waiting for a reply.

Exiting the cafeteria, I headed down the hall after Butters. As I came to the corner I began to hear voices.

"Hey there ol' chap. You got any plans for the summer? I'm thinking of take a trip to England; I've managed to save up just enough to go." Peeking around, I saw Pip Pirrup taking to Butters. Why did Butters one friend have to decide now to talk to him? Ok that's it I'm going to just go and ask him to talk in private. Right now.

Walking up to the two boys I feel this premonition of doom that I usually get about two minutes before I die. Maybe it will be wrong this time. Pulling my parka hood down, I smile and as I'm about to say hello to the two of them, I get hit in the face with a door. The door's glass window shatters and a rather large chuck goes straight in between my eyes killing me. Damn it all, I was so close.

Well, needless to say I didn't get to confess my feelings. In fact when I came back to earth, I couldn't find Butters any where I looked. I even asked his parents, but they didn't say anything just slammed the door in my face. I spent the whole fucking summer searching for him, and I didn't die, not once. Not fucking once. But I still couldn't find him.

By the time our 8th grade year began, I was severely depressed and wanting to see my Butters. Ah, Butters. Stan and Kyle were really worried, hell, I think even Cartman was starting to get a little worried.

As I sat in my first period class room waiting for the bell to ring and dreading a day without my Butters; I heard exciting chatter outside the door and then I saw Butters come in. He looked really….hot. Not adorable or cute as he was last year but really freakin' hot. He stood straight and proud not hunched over as he used to be. His hair looked different too, like he had cute it and had let it grow out. There was an air of self-confidence about him that wasn't there before. He was lean and wiry now, like he had been lifting weights or working out.

I felt my mouth drop and I couldn't help myself, I started to drool. Butters took a seat at the front of the class and I saw a bunch of the girls go over and begin talking to him. Who do they think they are talking to my Butters? Standing up to go and get them away from my man, I heard the bell ring and cursed under my breath at the bad timing.

First period dragged on and on and when we were finally released I went on the hunt for Butters. Yet again I couldn't find him. The rest of my day was spent searching for him, but even when I did manage to find him he always seemed to be surrounded by girls or a group of guys. This pissed me off to no end and every time I saw someone eyeing Butters I wanted to punch their lights out.

Needless to say by the time last period came I was severely pissed off and I chewed off everyone's head who so much as said two words to me. When I walked into class I almost walked right back out and was going to just skip it if I hadn't seen Butters sitting in the front row. Since it was Biology we had black topped tables as desks that sat two to a table and Butters currently was sitting alone.

Racing into the class I slid into the seat next to him and pulled down my orange parka hood saying, "Hi, Butters!" with a big grin plastered on my face.

He turned to me with a slight frown saying, "Leo."

My brows furrowed and I asked, "What?"

He sighed before explaining. "I want to go by Leo now, since the reason everyone called me Butters in the first place was because I was so shy and stuff."

"Oh, so where were you this summer? I looked all over for you. There's something I need to tell you." Leaning my elbow against the hard surface I propped my head up, waiting.

Confusion colored his eyes as I said this. "What do you need to tell me?"

Giving a slight shake of my head I told him, "No, first tell me where you went then I'll say what I need to tell you."

"I was sent to military camp so that I wouldn't be so much of a wimp. It really helped but my parents were really surprised at how much it did. When I got back about a week ago I kicked their asses for all the shit they put me through and moved out. I'm living in the back of Tweak's Coffee and helping there after school. It's kinda cool living on my own. So what is it that you need to tell me?"

I felt my jaw drop for the second time today. "You kicked your parents' asses and you're not even sixteen yet and you're already living on your own? Dude, talk about having all the luck." I sighed in jealousy.

"So what is it?"

Looking at him I saw that he had tilted his head to the side when he asked me. Aw, so cute. He really is still adorable. "What's what?"

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Oh, right." Yes, finally I can tell him. "I love you."

Shocked, Leo's eyes opened wide as he stared at me in silence, before asking, "Excuse me?"

"I love you. I have since about the sixth grade. In fact I was going to tell you last year but I couldn't ever seem to. Then you disappeared for the summer."

"Ummm, Kenny?" he seemed to be uncomfortable now and wasn't quite sure what to say.

Standing up I looked down at him square in the eye. "But-, I mean Leo, will you go out with me?"

"No, I'm not gay." Leo stood up too, and I saw that even though a lot of things had changed, I was still taller than him. Thank God for small favors. Not waiting for me to say anything to him, Leo walked to the back of the room and sat with Cartman.

Sitting down it took me a minute to realize what he had said. What did he mean he wasn't gay? That can't be right. I stood up about to go and ask him what in the hell he was talking about, when the bell rang, signaling that class was beginning and cursed my luck.

I sat through the next forty minutes of class in anxious anticipation because I needed to talk to Butt- err I mean Leo. When the teacher said that we could talk for the last five minutes of class I jumped up and raced to the back of the class straight to Leo.

Slapping my hands on the cool desk top I demanded, "What do you mean you're not gay?"

Frustration glowed in his eyes as he answered me. "Exactly what I said; I'm not and I'm not going to go out with you. I am not gay." He stood up to leave me and I grabbed onto his sleeve. He stared down at it in silent reproach.

Not taking the hint I kept my hold. "That's wrong."

Switching his gaze from my hand to my face he asked with ice dripping from his voice. "Are you calling me a liar?"

I was about to blow a fuse. I've spent the last two years wanting this boy. Every time I ever seemed to get close to him something would stop me and I'd never got to tell him, until today. But then he has to go and deny the truth, so needless to say I was pissed and did something stupid; I said yes.

Last thing I saw a fist flying towards my face before I woke up in the infirmary with a pounding headache. Groaning at the fading sun light on my eyes I rolled over and came face to face with a woman's legs spread wide. Jerking up, I regretted it as it made my head pound even harder.

"Hey, there cutie take it easy, you had quite a fall." The woman placed her hands on my shoulders and gently laid me back down on the bed. Looking up I saw that she was the nurse, even if she was wearing a skirt that was too short and a sweater that was stretched taunt over her huge chest. She gave me a sly smile asking, "How are you feeling?"

"Horrible."

"Well, that's to be expected after you slipped and hit your head on the desk."

"What? Oh, right, desks." Not wanting to get But- God damn it Leo in trouble, even if he was the reason I was here, I played along. Closing my eyes, I felt tears prick the back of them as I thought about what he had said, and felt my depression from earlier in the day come back.

"Honey, are you ok?"

Shaking my head no I kept my eyes closed trying to get myself under control. Her hand suddenly touched my crotch and I jerked back, eyes open wide, looking at her with shock.

She gave a slight giggle at my reaction but didn't move her hand. "Oh, ho, ho, I take it you've never been touched here? Don't worry, I'll be gentle." She leaned in close to my face placing a kiss on my lips. What the fuck?! She's the God damn nurse! Why the hell is she trying to get in my pants?!

Backing away from her touch I stuttered out, "W-w-what do you think you're doing?! I'm a student you know?!"

Placing a finger over my mouth she shushed me saying with a cheeky grin, "I won't tell if you don't."

Removing her white lab coat she got onto the tiny cot with me and began slowly exploring my body. Why the hell not? My only love is in denial and from the way it looks he won't be coming back anytime soon. Why not just share this love I feel with everyone else?

My decision made, I maneuvered myself and the nurse around so that I was on top and so began my whoring ways. End flashback.

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See what I mean? Everything is fucked up. Somehow or another Eric Cartman not only caused Butters to become Leo, he also made me a whore. It's bad enough that I'm fucking poor, but now I'm a God damn whore! Shit, some people have no idea how good there shitty life is, especially compared to mine.

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A/N: Well? Well? What did you think? Good? Ok-ish? Bad? So horrible that you can't even believe i had the nerve to post this? Tell me!!!!!