[A prequal to my fanfic "You guys I'm seriously". you DO NOT have to read that fic to understand this one. Enjoy]

Butters rubbed his eyes and climbed out of his bed. Walking over to his window he noted with some slight irritation that it was snowing again today. Always snow. The stuff was everywhere in South Park. But Butters didn't mind as much as everyone else. He always tried to look on the bright side of things, which was hard at 17.

Turning from his window he happily noted that the house heating was on, his mother must have turned it on. Throwing off the shirt he had slept in he quckly took a shower, brushed his teeth, selected a choice of clothing and headed down stairs and into the kitchen. He had decided on a smart pair of blue jeens, an olive green t-shirt, and a warm but ok looking blue sweater. His hair was short and smart but at the same time in keeping with youthfulness. Butters liked to have things niet and tidy, it made him feel safer.

"Morning son" His Father said cheerfully, looking up from his paper.

"Morning champ" His Mother said with her typical sweetness.

"Morning mum and dad" The blond replied with a smile, and proceeded to make his breakfast.

Over the years his relationship with his parents had changed considerably. As he had matured into a teenager, his father had became more relaxed with rules and now hardly ever felt the need to discipline Butters. They had become very close as he had matured into early adulthood. His mother on the other hand had become a little more strict in her parenting and was always demanding he meet certain rules to his social life. Luckily his Father almost always vouched or covered for him.

"whens that test your taking?" His mother asked seating herself at the round breakfast table.

" Friday I think" Butters answered, eating his toast.

"Ready for it?" She asked.

"Sure he his, he's number three in the class, bet he'll beat the other two this time" his father chirped with a grin.

"Who are the other two again?" His mother asked frowning in confusion.

"Kyle Broflovski and Wendy Testaburger, in that order" Butter answered "Not sure if I can beat Wendy, but Kyle's been cracking under the pressure lately, I think I can maybe get my score above his"

His father put down his newspaper and smiled warmly.

"Well a cool head has always beaten a pressured head, stay slick and smart and you'll do it"

Butters nodded and sighed "Mabye"

10 minutes later

Putting his books into his bag Butters zipped it up and was about to check his email on his Laptop when his mother called him from down stairs.

"Butters, the boys are here"

Grabbing his bag and swinging it around his arms he exited his room and walked down stairs. Bidding his folks farewell he walked toward the front door and opened it.

"Hay Dude" Stan and Kyle said in unison.

"Hi fellas, wheres Eric and Ken?" Butters asked, not seeing them in sight.

"They'll be a little late, Cartman's helping Kenny feed his weed garden" Stan said, shaking his head and grinning.

"Cartman just wants to get a quick high before school, he such a prick" Kyle commented with disgust.

"Who cares, its all legal in Colorado now anyway, and besides Cartman can't get high for some reason, it just relaxes him" Stan pointed out.

"He can't get high because his fat absorbes it all" Kyle muttered with a grin, he and Stan both laughed.

Butters shut his door and gestured.

"Lets go then" He offered with a warm grin.

[Bebe Stevens. Her house. her room]

Buttoning up her shirt Bebe Stevens examined herself thoroughly in her large bedroom mirror, every detail had to be just right. Everything in order and everything utterly gorgeous. There would be no exception.

Bebe was a self-perfectionist, she needed to have every item of clothing, jewellery, makeup and strand of hair to be in perfect order to feel complete. She did not do this so other people would accept her, not at all. She was one of the (if not the most) popular people in school without effort. No, she perfected herself everyday only to please herself, which was all that mattered. The opinion of others only play half a role in her appearance.

Still, the Blond had to admit that she loved being the centre of attractiveness in her school, it gave her power, and she loved power more then any male suiter.

Boys wanted to be with her (As if) and girls wanted to be like her. Therefore she was a source of leadership, able to make people do her bidding with a simple and polite request. And they would always obey to please her.

But what truly made her a force to be reckoned with was her high level of intelligents. Bebe was not a stereotypical big breasted dumb blond, she studied hard and cared about her grades. She used her head in most situations and it always paid off as it meant she knew how to use her looks and status effectively. In short she was queen at controlling people.

This did not mean she was a common slut either, not at all. The newly turned eighteen year old rarely had sex, and even then she only did it with more long term boy friends. In fact she always looked down on the those who did engage in the act carelessly, it eroded their dignity. And Bebe was all about maintaing her dignity.

Power, Control, dignity, that was her code.

Now satisfied that she looked as stunning as ever, she grabbed her bag and exited her bedroom. She was wearing a red blouse with a smart gray silk skirt that came down to just above her knees, thus showing off her slender white legs but not to much. Her lips were decorated by a smart appliance of light red lipstick and a stylish amount of eyeliner was also applied. Her long and frizzy blond hair shampooed and conditioned.

As she walked down stairs she heard a knock at the door and knew who it was.

"I'll get it, its for me, bye" she called as she walked toward the front door.

"Bye sweetie" Her mother called back.

Opening the door Bebe came face to face with her first and formost friend, Wendy Testaburger. The raven haired gril smiled at her with pleasant surprise.

"Wow your ready for a change, beats standing around waiting for you for hours" Wendy said with mocked sarcasm.

"Oh well if you like I can go back to my room and start again" Bebe responded with a grin.

"Sure, you could do that, but I'd end up shaving you bold" Wendy countered.

Bebe giggled "Fair game"

Wendy was a blue eye'd raven haird 18 year old with a perfect and clear complexion. Her pale skin made her eyes and lips glow, and her long dark hair dancing around her majesticly made her appear almost mistical in appearance. Bebe found it somewhat ironic that Wendy was so effortlessly attractive, because Wendy really didn't care about looking sexy or attractive. Sure she dressed in attractive clothing, but unlike Bebe she didn't put any extra work into it.

Bebe shut her front door and the two life long friends proceeded to walk together, talking and laughing along the way.

Bebe adored Wendy. Wendy was so smart, independent, strong minded and everything Bebe considered herself to be, they were a perfect match. Also, Wendy was one of the few people in town who would make up her own mind on matters, Bebe respected that.

"By the way were meeting up with Stan and those guys" Wendy said out of the blue.

"Ahhh hell W, do we have too?" Bebe moaned.

Bebe didn't mind Stan or Kyle, they were quite descent people. It was Kenny and Eric Cartman she had a problem with. Ok, Kenny wasn't really a problem. More of an irritation. The sociopath was the problem, Bebe hated his fat guts and vice versa. The two were constantly at war over dominance of the school's social throne. While Bebe was a queen at control, Cartman was a master at manipulation.

"Don't worry, Ken and Fatass are...occupied" Wendy said, rolling her eyes.

"Smoking something?" Bebe asked.

"Stan didn't go into details, ever the loyal dog" Her best friend muttered.

Bebe laughed.

Eventually the two girls met up with the small group of boys. Stan Marsh was, as ever, happy to see his girlfriend. Bebe couldn't help but envy their relationship a little, way better then any she had ever been in. Plus the two seemed to genuinely care and love each other, it was a nice thing to see. Kyle was as usual friendly.

"Hi Bebe" The redhead said causally.

"Hay Kyle, hows Rebecca?" Bebe asked, Rebecca Cotswolds was Kyle's girlfriend (Not to be confused with Rebecca "Red", who was a member of Bebe's "inner cricle", Rebecca Cotswolds was not)

"Don't ask" Kyle told her, depression seeping into his voice.

"That bad huh?"

"Yep"

Bebe giggled slightly and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

Suddenly a third voice spoke up.

"I'm sure it'll work out Kyle" It said with warmth.

Suprised, Bebe turned to find Butters Stoch standing next to Wendy and Stan who were still embracing.

"Oh hi Butters, where did you come from?" Bebe asked with an apologetic smile.

He smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Was right here" He said with a small chuckle.

He had been so quiet she hadn't noticed him. She felt a small wave of guilt come over her. Though they rarely had full on conversations, Bebe thought Butters a very nice and genuine person (Which was a breath of fresh air in this damned town).

Her failure to notice him made her feel like a bit of a bitch. But to be fair to herself, he had grown to be a quiet person these last few years. Bebe remembered a time when he had been a chaty, naive gulibale child being constantly bullied by Cartman and many other boys. But now he was what Bebe would label "Smart quiet type".

"Oh right, silly me" She said with a giggle "Haven't spoken to you in a while, how are you?"

"Fine thanks, you?"

"Great, cold though"

Butters nodded "They say it's gonna get stormy by the end of the month"

"Great" Bebe groaned sarcasticly, Butters chuckled softly a second time.

She found herself looking him over more carefully. He had really grown up in the last few years. His light blue eyes went very well with his blond hair which was cut very smartly yet still had that playful lightness it had had in his childhood. She also noted with mild amusmeant that he was no longer supper skinny and unappiling, he had grown a bit of healthy meat onto his arms and legs. In fact, all in all, had grown to be mildly handsome.

"Something wrong?" He asked suddnly.

Bebe snapped herself out of her scanning of him.

"No, just not looking forward to snow stroms"

And she left it at that, what else were they going to talk about?

20 minutes later. Classroom B5.

Bebe crossed her legs and curled her blond hair around her finger. The lesson hadn't started yet and already she felt bored. Still, she needed to pay attention today. While she had a nack for subjects like english and maths, she struggled with foreign cultures. It wasn't because she somehow believed they were less importent, no way. She just found it difficult to remember places she couldn't pronounce.

Looking to her left she saw that Wendy and Stan were discussing after school plans. Not really interesting to her. Suddnly the classroom door opened and Kenny walked in with a cheerful smile.

"Hay Dude" He said to Stan, seating himself.

"Hay dude, plants ok?" Stan asked with a knowing smile.

"Fed for today" Ken answered.

"Please don't tell me you and Carts are high" Wendy asked.

"Nope, plants aren't ready yet"

Wendy rolled her eyes.

The Class door opened again, and he entered. Bebe felt a wave of overwhelming dread and hate wash over her.

Eric Cartman entered the class and stopped in front of the desks, his hate filled harsh brown eyes scanning the room for someone. Bebe knew at that moment that someone was in for it.

"BUTTERS!" The overweight teen snarled.

"Oh yeah, forgot, someone tipped Cartman's mum off about him ripping off the mexicans again" Kenny said out loud.

Bebe turned to see Butters sat up in his seat, looking at Cartman with confusion.

"Ummm yes Eric?"

"It was you wasn't it, you back stabbing little bitch!" Cartman snapped.

"Me? but I..."

"Shut up!"

Cartman stalked forward, his lips twisted in sadistic delight.

"Time to reassert my authora-teh!"

Cartman made his way toward the panicing student and reached down. Grabbing Butters by his coller and lifted him up, staring the blond in the eyes. Bebe bit her lip, why wasn't anyone trying to stop him? Suddenly Cartman dropped the terrified teen and let out a series of harsh laughter.

"HAHAHA man you should have seen your face! you looked bat shit scared! oh man that was funny"

Butters blinked in confusion. Cartman smirked.

"Don't worry Butters my faggy friend, I know it wasn't you"

Without even the slightest purse Cartman wheeled around and slammed his large fist into Kyle's arm. Kyle was caught completely off guard and was thrown out of his seat.

"It was jewfag here" Cartman hissed, looking down on his enemy.

Kyle shot up and used his seat to launch himself above Cartman and pounced on him. A wave of punches, kicks, headbutts and the throwing of chais then ensured as the two boys attempted to smash the life out of each other.

[one hour later]

"And so you see kids, the Roman republican form of government was founded on the principle that no one citizen could hold too much power mmkay" Mr Macky droned on.

Bebe let out an irritated huff. She simply couldn't get it, why did the Romans have to be so damned complex? why couldn't they have had a monarch or president like normal countries? looking to her left she saw that Wendy, Stan, Kyle and even Cartman taking notes and letting out bored sighs now and then. Was it really so easy for them?.

Mr Macky put down his sheet of paper and adjusted his large glasses.

"Ok, now if you could all hand in your homework on Canadian political and social values" He asked.

Every student including Bebe got up and placed their homework sheets onto the front table. Bebe hadn't done very well in filling it out. She just knew it. Re-seating herself she let out a frustrated sigh. God she hated this subject, and she could have swore it hated her back.

Looking to her best friend again she let out a sigh and poked Wendy's shoulder.

"mmm?" Wendy grunted, turning to her.

"I'm bored, entertain me" Bebe demanded playfully.

Wendy rolled her eyes and was about to shoot back a comment when a screwed up piece of paper hit the back of her head. The Dark haired Girl wheeled around and frowned.

"Real mature fat boy" She growled.

Bebe turned to see Cartman sat behind them, feet resting on his desk. A sinister grin on his lips.

"It's a poster you and your awareness pussy crew tapped to my fucking locker, tape any of that crap on my shit again and I'll punch it down your goddamned throat" Cartman hissed at her.

Wendy unwrapped the poster to see it was one of her third world povarty awarness posters. Stuff like that had always been a big deal for her. Wendy looked back up and clanched her teeth.

"I did it on purpose you insensitive prick, you need a lesson in being compassionate" Wendy shot back, Bebe winced at the anger in her friends voice.

"Now whos being immature" Cartman muttered, his grin burning into Wendy's patients.

Bebe placed her hand on Wendy's shoulder.

"Leave it Wendy, he's just looking for amusement" Bebe soothed.

Wendy faced her front again, clenching her fists.

"I...Hate...Him" She whispered.

"The feelings very fucking mutual, by the way, hows Stan's non-existent sex life?" Cartman shouted back from behind them.

Without saying anything, Wendy picked up a heavy study book and threw it in Cartman's direction. The book smacked across Cartmans's face causing him to lose balance and fall off his chair. Wendy let a grin form on her lips and set back down.

Bebe shook her head "He'll only try to get pay Back later"

"Likely, but it felt good" Wendy shrugged.

"Ok thats enough!" Mr Macky said fimly, looking up from the papers.

"Ok class, I've marked your papers" He anounnced.

Bebe raised her eyebrow, that was fast.

"Butters you did very well, 98%" The elderly counciler said as he went along the desks, passing out the papers.

"Neato" Butters chriped cheerfully.

"kiss ass" Cartman Mutter from behind her, getting back into his seat.

Bebe couldn't help but snicker, how low was that fat shit? just because Butters was smearter then him.

Eventually the counciler made it to Bebe's desk. Bebe braced herself.

"Sorry to say Bebe that you only scored 15%"

Bebe clenched her jaw. great, just great.

"Could I mabye attempt it again Mr Macky?" She asked, playing the sorrow card.

Mr Macky stood in front of her desk thinking.

"I don't know...it's not really fair that way" He mused.

Bebe knew how to fix this. She sat strighter and clasped her hands together, strightening her arms. This pushed up her breasts and she smiled sweetly.

"Please Mr Macky?" She asked, voice dripping in sweetness.

Macky thought for a moment before rolling his eyes "Ok fine, but it must be here by tomorrow morning, understood?"

"Perfectly"

Behind her Cartman spoke up angerly.

"The Hell! how come she can retry?" He demanded.

Macky didn't even look at him.

"Because I know she will actully try harder Eric"

With that Macky went back to his other students.

"Just because she has big tits" Cartman hissed under his breath.

Bebe turned to him and smiled.

"Last time I checked so did you" She countered with a grin.

"Fuck you" He shot at her and flipped her off.

Lunch break. that afternoon. Dinner Hall

Bebe sighed, poking her fruit salad with her fork. The though of spending another evening pacing her room clulessly trying to figure out the questions on her homework scheet did well to put her off eating.

"You going to eat that?" Red asked, eyeing Bebes plastic plate.

Bebe pushed it toward the Redhead.

"All yours"

Wendy appeared and sat next to Bebe, facing Red.

"I give up" She huffed with irritation.

"Whats up with you?" Bebe asked.

Wendy took a sip from her Pepsi and shook her head.

"I can't even talk to Stan these days without Kyle trying to talk over me, Kenny staring at my tits or Cartman throwing tonnes of abuse at me"

Bebe gave her a sympathtic smile. Wendy had been having these communication issues with Stan since fifth grade, but even Bebe had to admit it had got worse in recent years. It was part of much bigger problems in their relationship.

"You know what will make you feel better? coming ovr to mine tonight and helping me with the homework sheet" Bebe told her, poking her arm pleadingly.

Wendy shook her head and made an apologetic face.

"Sorry, me and Stan are seeing a movie tonight"

Bebe exhaled, typical. She looked over at Red.

"Can't help you" Was all the blood red haired girl said.

Rolling her eyes she thought for a moment. She couldn't ask Craig or Token, they'd probebly spend all night trying to get her into bed with her or something like that. She couldn't ask Clyde, he still hadn't gotten over their break up a week ago and was still crying over it (not that she blamed him). She would ask Kenny but he'd very likley try to take a photo of her clevege again.

Kyle was a possiblilty, but he was known for lacking in patients when it came to study.

Suddnly, as she scanned the dinner hall someone caught her eye.

It was Butters, he was making his way toward Stan's table with a lunch tray. Butters had managed to score 98 on the homework, this ment he probebly had a greater understanding of the subject then most other students. Mabye he could help her.

"Do you think Butters would help me out?" Bebe asked out loud.

Wendy looked at her and then followed her gaze to Butters "Sure, don't see why not"

"He tutored me for the RS tests last year, he's really nice and helpful" Red said, now having finished Bebe's fruit salad.

"Plus he's probebly the safest boy in school, I can't picture him ever trying to hit on you, or anyone else for that matter" Wendy pointed out.

Bebe nodded and tilted her head "Sounds like he's my best bet then"

"You might wanna ask him soon, Cartman usually uses him as his personal mull after school" Red muttered.

Bebe nodded and stood up. Walking up to the table she eye'd the boys carefully before engaging them.

Stan, Kenny and Cartman were all in a debate about who would last longer in the upcoming dodgeball match between South Park and North Park. Kyle and Butters were in deep conversation about studying for the nearing exams.

Arriving at the table she put on a winning smile and spoke.

"Hay guys, hows things" She asked.

She was intending on only enegaging Kyle and Butters but all five heard her.

"The fuck you want?" Cartman snapped.

"Dude shut up" Kyle shot at him and turned to her

"Hi Bebe, were good"

Bebe opened her mouth to speak but interupped by Stan

"Ah shit, Wendy didn't send you over to yell at me did she?" Stan asked fearfully.

Bebe suppressed a giggle and shook her head "Not today, I just wanna borrow Butters a minute"

"Sure" Butters replied with a warm smile and got up to follow her.

Bebe gestured him to follow and lead him to the corner of the lunch hall.

"Is something wrong?" He asked as she turned to him.

"Not really, I just need your help with something"

Bebe briefly wondered if she was about to make his day. Butters was somewhat of a "nerd" to a degree and his love life (or lack of) reflected that. To suddnly have the most populer girl in school ask for help would be a first for him.

She knew for a fact he was a virgin (Hell, Cartman never let him forget it) but she also knew he had gone on a few dates here and there.

"Ok, what" He asked, his warm smile still present.

"I need help with that Canadian values sheet that Macky let me redo, do you think you could come over to mine after school and help me out with it? you'd be doing me a huge favour"

To her suprise Butters didn't show exitmement, he just widened his cheerful smile and nodded.

"Sure, if you think I can help" He answered, running his hand through his hair.

Bebe flashed him a (rarley genuin) grateful smile. She found his calmness intriuging. While he was being friendly and eager to help someone out he didn't show the boyish eagerness that boys like Clyde, token and Craig would have.

"Thanks Butters, your saving my ass"

Butters chuckled softly and nodded again "No problem Bebe, where should I meet you?"

"Just wait for me at the school gates after the last bell" She told him.

"Neato, I'll see you then" He told her.

Flashing him a second smile she have him a small wave "see you then" She repeated.

Butters want back to his table and Bebe want to hers. Happy in the knowledge that she would get that pain in the ass work sheet done tonight.