Author: Cassandra Phoenix
Rating: M for language and sexual humor/situations.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or it's characters, they belong to Matt && Trey.
Pairings: Marjorine/Kenny/Butters.
Summary: Butters has been head over heels in love with the same person for the past few years. But when he was turned down, and hurt he moved on, trying to forget all about...Kenny. So what will our silly little Butters do when the playboy begins to pull at his heart strings once again and he is thrown at the chance to live a forgotten dream.
Note: Say hello to "A Golden Opportunity's" companion fic, "A Forgotten Dream."
What this is, really, is just Butters view of everything that goes on. I wasn't going to write it but then I kept thinking, ya know, what is Butters feeling about all of this? With Kenny's story, "A Golden Opportunity"being the main story I will be posting "A Forgotten Dream" about a chapter behind, so you can read Kenny's story first. IF YOU DON'T READ "A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY" FIRST YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND A LOT OF THE STORY. Since the first three chapters of "A Golden Opportunity" has been posted...I guess I'll go ahead and post the prologue and first chapter before I post the next chapter of "A Golden Opportunity."
Now, since Butters is dying to be heard, I give you his story...
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Prologue
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It all started with that stupid fortune telling device, we know now it was nothing but a toy, but back then it was...everything. It became my everything. If it wasn't for that stupid toy I never would have noticed him.
It was that day in 4th grade, when I first noticed.
He had that silly parka on like he always did, closed up so tight, only his dark eyes shown through. A little tuft of his golden blond hair sticking out from under his hood. His eyes followed me as I slowly made my way up to the front of the class. To be honest, I was nervous, I thought that the girls would figure me out, then eat me alive or something. Not to mention that when that was all over I was going to be grounded for a looooong time. But, I know now, like I knew then that all the butterflies in my tummy were not from anything but from the simple fact that his eyes were following me.
Kenny.
Ha, I'm not sure if I'll ever figure him out. He had sent me so many mixed messages over the years. For example, I remember during lunch that day I was confused on where to sit. On one hand I was a guy and guys sit at the guys table. Then on the other I was dressed as a girl, pretending to be a girl, see my dilemma? So I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask for help.
I don't know why I picked Kenny maybe because he was the closest boy to me, or maybe I really did like him back then. Who knows.
Grabbing him by the arm I quietly asked, "Ke-Kenny, wh-where should I s-sit?"
His answer was harsh and when he clenched his fists letting his head fall forward, I dropped my hand. Keeping my eyes on the ground I walked away, embarrassed, and rubbing my arm. Being an undercover spy was a lot harder than it looked.
Why did I let Eric talk me into those kind of things. No matter what it was he always seemed to lure me into his stupid ideas. But in a way I guess I should thank him because that night at the slumber party I found myself I guess you could say.
Yeah, maybe the first hour of the party went terribly wrong; but being with the girls, dancing, dressing up, they really made me face my insecurities. I felt more alive dancing to Justin Timberlake and getting make-overs than I ever did playing ninjas or being Professor Chaos.
I just fit in with the girls.
I truly felt bad for betraying the girls and stealing their toy. We had a lot of fun that night. Luckily, Heidi forgave me and became my friend despite everything that had happened. Wendy followed soon after; but she has always been friends with everyone. Pretty soon when the girls would get together for a movie night or nail painting they would invite me along. We'd talk about movie stars and our dreams...
It was 7th grade that I finally figured out what that "fitting in with the girls" really meant.
Sure, I had always been a bit sensitive and rather play Hello Kitty Adventure Island than dodge ball. And maybe I found myself constantly thinking about Kenny, but that didn't mean I was...gay.
I pulled away from the girls for a few weeks, thinking I was having these thoughts from spending too much time with them. But the feelings just kept on coming. And with Kenny's eyes always on me, it was hard to ignore the thoughts.
Who knows if he realized he was doing it or not, but I did. If I walked behind his weekly girl, his eyes would follow me. When he would come to J-mart, he wouldn't come to my register, but would watch me as another rang up his items. With all of this information, I came to the only conclusion I could.
I liked, really liked Kenny...
And...Kenny liked me?
It took a full year to work up the courage before I could really come out. When I did, I figured what the hell. I was going to come out to everyone. Why not reveal my long time crush as well?
The girls weren't surprised, a bit hurt that I didn't tell them sooner. Most of the school didn't care one way or the other. And my feelings, well, they were not returned. Kenny looked panicky at first, eyes darting around the hall, avoiding mine. His back was stiff and his entire face went pale as the blood drained from it. To say the least, it wasn't the response I had imagined.
Kenny was firm in telling me he was straight. It hurt yes, and I fell asleep sobbing into Wendy's pillow. I spent the night there with Heidi.
The next day a "Bebe tornado" hit the ears of every student in South Park Middle.
Red had lost her virginity to Kenny the night before.
When the story had made its way to me, I lost it. Running into the boys bathroom and collapsed on the floor, crying. I think it was about an hour or so before I forced myself up to at least sit on the toilet seat. It wasn't that much longer, Kenny came in.
The bathroom door opened, I leaned down to see who was there but stopped short after seeing the oh-so familiar orange converse. I didn't stop crying, in fact with the thought of him right there on the other side of the stall door, made the tears come faster and harder.
I heard him lean back against the wall with a soft smack then slid down to the floor. I don't know why he stayed, the more I thought about him there the more depressed I became. He stayed there for what seemed forever. Why was he staying in there? Did he feel guilty? Why stay in the same room while the person who's heart he broke, cried his eyes out. I almost felt as if he regretted being with Red the night before.
Maybe I was wrong in thinking he didn't care about me, if there was some chance that he really did...
When the stall door swung open, the bathroom door slammed shut and he was gone.
I don't think he knows I know he was there, and I don't plan on telling him, ever.
Bebe found me after school. The news had obviously spread that I had stayed in the boys bathroom the entire day. I had just stepped into the hallway when she called my name. She tried to apologize, blaming herself, but I wouldn't let her. She forced on a smile and told me "I looked like a mess."
Her bluntness... is amazing. My eyes were blood shot, hair sticking up everywhere, and to top it off, dried tear stains all down my face.
Her attempts to cheer me up turned to a sleep over at her house, a ritual we would soon repeat at least once every two weeks, where she would give me one of her famous make overs again. In fact it was her idea for me to grow out my hair this summer. I usually spent the weekend at her house, sharing and doing everything together.
It wasn't long before me and Bebe became best friends.
I felt it would be best if I didn't see him at all, so I started hanging out with Craig, Clyde, Token and Tweek. After a while I pushed myself move past Kenny and on to my first boyfriend, Jason. He was only bi, so it wasn't long before he wanted to go after a girl. Actually, it was about 2 months.
Surprisingly, I wasn't that hurt, it was a good experience for me I think. To find out what it was like to actually date someone and a guy at that. Besides that I hadn't really dated much, sure I'd go on dates but as far as "official" boyfriends go I only had 3.
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EVERYTHING was going fine. School had started, Bebe had gotten a car so we could drive up to Denver, go to the spa, and shop. And, I had just lost my virginity this year, during the 4th of July fireworks show. Best of all I had managed to almost completely avoid Kenny, and the longer I was away from him, either in school or in my mind, the better. But there were still stares, like I wouldn't notice him stalking me with his eyes. Ha! I just ignored it, what did I care what that-that human puzzle thought?
I Didn't.
Junior year began with a weird start...
Stan, the star quarterback...not at school.
Kyle, the boy genius...not at school.
Eric, the walking insult machine...not at school.
And then there was Kenny, the infamous playboy...not at school.
Sure, it wasn't as if they never disappeared, off to Peru, Canada, and who knows where else. It's just that, they had never missed the first day of school, not sure why, but they just didn't. When a month had passed the guys finally arrived, well most of them anyways.
Now, I admit, that when the rest of the "Bomb Squad" returned with no Kenny I was a bit...concerned. But only in a peer to peer way, to be honest I hadn't thought of Kenny the other way since what had happened in 8th grade. Well, that and in ninth when they earned their nickname, when their shirts came off I had to run to the bathroom. I really didn't like to think about that day though, with all that hip thrusting.
Oh god.
It was about a week later when Kenny was rumored to be returning to school....
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Like I've said before, I hate beginnings. They are a pain to write. I'll post the next chapter soooooon I promise!!!
Cassandra Phoenix
