No expectations

"Uh...uh...well...you see..."

Oh gosh darn it Butters, what have you done now? You're gonna tell him and he's gonna hate you, then where will you be; huh? But there's no backing down, you always make dumb mistakes, and here you go again.

He was starting to regret even "accidentally" meeting Kenny already, he had everything planned out; he'd written it all out on a sheet of paper in his pocket in case he forgot what he was going to say. Like that was going to happen, he'd read it through so much that the words were practically engraved on his eyelids the note itself was crumpled to the point that it was illegible. But now he was standing in him he couldn't move, he'd played through what would happen in his mind as many times as he had read the note, even dreamt of it. But now he just stood fixed to the spot hopelessly stammering like some sort of Melvin.

The blonde's lips quivered, his whole body shook and a shiver ran down the back of his neck as he clasped his hands together tentatively. Just say it already!

"Are you...are you ok?" Asked Kenny as he pulled of the hood of his stained raincoat to reveal his tousled blonde hair accenting his cute nose and eyes that reminded Butters of the sea he had seen time his parents to him to LA (except without the piranhas and screaming swimmers in it, boy what a trip that was!).

Boy Kenny looked good. Better than good he looked wonderful.

"Well..." stammered butters shaking violently.

Butters felt content as Bradley ran his hand through his short hair, he could feel his fellow camper's heartbeat against his back. Bradley had sorted his life out since the conversion camp and was pretty good looking, not to mention much happier. Butters didn't know how he'd ended up spooning with Bradley but he didn't mind it at all. Actually he quite liked it; he didn't get much physical contact at home, even from his parents and had grown to crave it.

As Butter's adjusted himself in Bradleys arms and pressed himself against his chest, thinking back; he realised he had lead Bradley on by telling him he "like liked him" at gay camp, did he mind that either? He hadn't really dated anyone properly, certainly not felt anything, but it had never crossed his mind that he might be gay, he certainly felt something with Bradley that he hadn't felt before. Did he like him? Butter's decided he'd quite like to be Bradley's boyfriend if that was where things were going.

Having not talked to Bradley since he got down from the bridge he had almost jumped off, he was pleasantly surprised to see the taller youth; he had cut his hair and looked more muscular than back then and Butters almost didn't recognise him. Evidently however Bradley had recognised Butters, and had rushed up to him the second he spotted the blonde.

He had been very physical with Butters, cuddling him, "massaging" him, sometimes he found it slightly irritating and smothering but it was physical contact so he put up with it even when it was annoying.

"What the..." Cartman said stopping himself short of swearing as a camp councillor walked past.

"Ewwww you guys that is totally gaaay" He drawled.

"Look everyone, Bradley and Butters are spewning" he shouted several of the younger boys, who clearly had no idea of his sociopathic habits, that had joined his entourage gathered round and started pointing and laughing.

"Coming from the guy who put Butter's balls in his mouth while he was sleeping" retorted Bradley taking his hand off Butter's scalp where it had been resting. Gasps, laughter and murmurs of "He did what?" came from the crowd that had formed around their tent.

"Butters" hissed Cartman under his breath, "That was meant to be a secret"

"Oh sorry" the shy blonde murmured rolling into a sitting position and clasping his hands together "it's just... well seein' as how you took a picture of it and showed it to our class an' all I thought you wouldn't mind"

"GODAMMIT BUTTERS!" the fat boy shouted exasperated as laughter continued "You're gonna regret ever telling that fag about that, YOU HEAR ME!" by this point Cartman's popularity could practically be seen plummeting into an abyss of isolation previously unknown even by someone as stubborn as Cartman.

"Oh jeez, sorry Eric" Butters replied looking upset, clasping his hand even tighter together. Watching as he stormed of muttering to himself.

"You didn't need to apologise to that prick" Bradley reassured him having calmed him down and gone back to holding him. He brushed Butter's soft short hair back and along the top of his ear.

Bradley's cool hand against Butter's ear sent a shiver of pleasure down Butter's spine. He hoped the other boy didn't notice, he seemed not to; or if he had he'd been nice enough to ignore it. He made a mental note of that spot thinking "When I come out, and we start dating he'll put his hand right there when we kiss". This calmed Butters down and lay back happily as Bradley continued to cuddle him.

Butters never had come out, nor had he dated Bradley. Somewhere between his attempt at coming out being shouted down by his Dad and Cartman's constant taunting, which had, as promised, gotten worse since the camp Butters had lost interest in Bradley.

"And that class, is why we no longer have slavery in America" drawled Mr Garrison, Butters snapped back into reality and started hurriedly writing again, he didn't want to miss anything important now did he? The surprisingly warm May sun that shone through gap between the blind and the window and his starchy collar soon made him loose interest. He cast his eyes around the class absent mindedly; looking from Token, to Bebe, to Stan and Clyde who were passing notes in a way they thought was subtle but was actually glaringly obvious.

Then his gaze fell on Kenny, he didn't wear his hood up as much as he used to. Butters liked that, it meant he could see his beautiful long blonde hair more clearly. Butters couldn't remember when he'd started liking Kenny "that way" but he thought it was shortly after he'd realised he was gay or bi or whatever he was. He thought about Kenny a whole lot of the time now, but he tried to keep his thoughts away from anything his parents would disapprove of. It worked; most of the time.

Kenny turned around and Butters found himself staring into his eyes and being given a quizzical look by the returner of the stare. As soon as he came to his senses and realised he wasn't kissing Kenny (Bad butters!) he glanced away.

He didn't want to weird Kenny out or anything now did he? That would be bad. He was the only friend he really had left. Kyle had joined a Jewish school. Stan was in a different class most of the time and had joined a new clique with Clyde and his friends, And Cartman was being horrible to him; and not in the way when Butters could tell he was only doing it because he was lonely, but in a downright "I hate you" sort of way.

The other day Cartman had shouted at him "Nobody likes you Butters!", and he could tell he meant it. That had really hurt, he was used to being told this, especially from Cartman; but the way he said it. That night Butters had cried himself to sleep that night. It made him wonder; maybe asking Kenny out wasn't such a good idea, if Kenny said no, then what? He'd have no friends left he'd be alone.

And what if Cartman was right what if even Kenny didn't really like him at all?

No, Butters was going to do it. And maybe in time Kenny and he could be friends again.

"Earth to planet Butters!" shouted Mr Garrison for the 5th time "stop staring at Kenny and answer the question!"

"The wuh..." stammered Butters, oh hamburgers, now everyone would know he was staring at Kenny, a state of panic overtook him similar to that tweek assumed when he hadn't had a cup of coffee in the last 5 minutes and someone mentioned his name .

"Come on Butters" sighed Mr Garrison, thankfully for Butters however, the bell rang as he spoke and Butters sighed with relief, saved by the bell! He quickly packed his bag as he cheeks flushed red. He rushed out of the classroom before he could notice Kenny was staring at him, he could feel his cheeks still burning red as he walked into English.

Kenny's POV

Kenny was still confused about what had happened in History with Butters. Every time he had looked up from his book or his attempt at catching up on sleep after last night's party at God knew whose house there he was, staring at him. It was kind of creepy, but it was kind of sweet, no-one ever bothered to ask Kenny if he was bi everyone just assumed he was. Honestly Kenny had never considered what he was until he saw Butters staring at him; he looked kind of cute... Oh shut up Kenny! Stop being such a fag, you don't even like guys. Besides what's the point in dating anyway?

Butters occupied Kenny's thoughts as he walked to maths, he was so distracted he forgot to pack his bag leaving him in the middle of his lesson with nothing to write on; thank God Miss Harneson didn't care about her class. However this left Kenny with more time to think about Butters, he didn't really like Butters did he? How could he? He wasn't even gay! Jesus effing Christ what was going on? Butters wasn't gay either, he must just have been tired, he could practically hear Butters' cute southern drawl as he murmured to himself about sheep and his eyes drifted closed... yeah, he didn't like Kenny and Kenny didn't like Butters; they were just friends.

"Hey Kenny I saw Butters giving you the eyes in History" grinned Clyde over his half eaten pizza.

"Yeah, when Mr Garrison was all like "Stop staring at Kenny" that was sooo funny" chuckled Stan, ever present by Clyde's side, just like he had been with Kyle before Kyle left.

"Shut up you guys" sighed Kenny, playing with his food; he wasn't in the mood to deal with their crap. "Oh yeah like you two don't have something going on"

"What!" yelped Stan as if he had burned himself.

"Come on guys, like we all don't see amorous glances" joked at least he hoped everyone knew it was a joke, the silence from Stan and Clyde seemed to suggest they didn't

"Oh yeah... as if" grinned a less than confident Clyde. What? They weren't seriously "like that" as well? What a day Kenny was having. As if things weren't weird enough Butters came and sat down on their table, not where he usually sat with Jimmy and his friends. What was weirder was that he sat down right next to Kenny, closer than he found comfortable.

"Uh-hey fellas" murmured the shy blonde quietly.

"Oh hey Butters" grinned Stan appearing back to his normal self. He winked at Kenny giving him the thumbs up.

"Oh, well I'm awful glad you guys are happy to see me because I wasn't sure if you guys would mind, 'cause you see..." Butters went on not seeming to notice the sudden loss of interest of his audience, who all finished quickly and left, leaving Butters alone.

Kenny turned the corner after the bus stop. He was almost home after a boring but thankfully uneventful afternoon of school. He'd managed to convince himself Butters didn't like him and even if he did Kenny was pretty sure he'd never have the guts to actually do anything about it. He was just a bit too friendly for his own good.

"Hey Kenny" What? Butters didn't go home this way. He gave a grunt of acknowledgement and stopped when he realised Butters was trying to say something, oh Jesus.

"Uh...uh...well...you see..." Butter's body was visibly shaking, quite violently at that.

"Are you...are you ok?" He asked quietly, shrugging off his hood to get a better look at the short blonde, he looked quite sweet with his hair blowing in the wind and his noose all wrinkled.

"Well it goes like this..." Butters murmured; the rest of his sentence lost on Kenny who stepped a little closer.

"Butters?"

"Ok Kenny, here it is... I want to be honest with you here; I'm gay, or bi... or something... and well... I was wondering... seeing as how we're friends stuff... well...it's just that...I like you, like... I like like you and I was wondering if...if you liked me..."

WHAT? Did Butters just ask me out? WHAT THE HELL?