"I'm only 9."
Butters bumped his knuckles together nervously, an adorable habit he'd always had. The other boy hadn't noticed just how adorable until a few days ago.
"Everyone is gonna change soon, so right now we're supposed to be young and carefree. Nobody has figured themselves out yet..."
The other laughed. "We are young and carefree, Butters. And you wanna know something?"
Butters looked up at him, into those chocolate brown eyes.
"I don't think anybody figures themselves out. Ever. I think the only ones that can figure us out are the ones closest to us."
Butters nodded slowly. "They know us better than we know ourselves..." he mumbled.
"Exactly."
Butters' blue eyes grew wide and fearful, and the other practically melted in his hands.
"But I don't want you to figure me out. I don't want anyone to."
"They haven't, and look at the way they treat you, Butters! Can you honestly say that you don't want people to understand you? To like you?"
"Well, how do you know they'd like me if they knew me?"
The other sighed. "Butters, no one, and I mean no one, would hate you if they knew the Butters I know."
The blonde boy let the tears spill over, his blue eyes shining. He rushed into the other's hug and buried his face in his arm.
"Thank you," he sniffed.
"You're the smartest person I know. You make me feel special."
The boy stroked his hair affectionately.
"Well you are special."
Butters pulled back and looked into his eyes again.
"H-Hey?"
"Hmm?"
"W..would you..."
Butters blushed furiously, lowering his gaze.
"Would I what?"
"Would you maybe, um...kiss me again?"
He glanced up again with pitiful eyes.
"Please?"
The other blinked in surprise.
"Uh..W-Well...yeah...But why?"
"It makes me feel crazy."
He couldn't argue with that. He pressed the blonde close to him and planted a few soft kisses on his lips. Butters' eyes fluttered open, and he gave a dreamy sigh.
The other boy opened his mouth to say something else, but Butters silenced him with a finger to his lips and declared, "Yes Token, I feel like a raving lunatic."