Warnings: Language.

Authors Note: Short chapter, I know. I just needed a little something something to get this started.

I don't own South Park or any characters used in this story.

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"Never have I ever…"

My eyes seemed to lift themselves over to Stan, who had his lips pursed as he searched for his next words. I was still holding up all 10 fingers, and most of my friends around were at the same state. Figures, when we get together to play this game, we'd just spit out whatever comes to mind to see who's done the craziest shit.

"Lost a poke war on Facebook," he finished.

The group shared a chuckle at the stupid statement, but at the last moment I caught Butters slowly take away a finger, followed by Cartman shouting, "Hah! Stupid Butters!"

I couldn't conceal a grin, and I nudged Butters with my elbow. He looked at me with a small smile across his face, and the game continued with ease.

. . .

Then it was my turn. I had eight fingers remaining after admitting to strutting into a store completely naked, and wearing clothing that was entirely edible. Boxers and everything. Not one of my fondest memories.

The group stared at me with fierce eyes, determined to win with the 5 fingers they were left holding up.

"I, uh…" my voice trailed off. I lost interest in this round a while ago.

"Just say anything," Kenny spoke up from beside me.

I rolled my eyes and set my hands flat on the table. "Never have I ever kissed someone." The words fell out of my mouth so bluntly, anyone that didn't know me wouldn't believe it.

"Are you kidding?" Craig leaned farther onto the table, taking interest.

"He has to be. Put a finger down, dude," Token replied to him.

I narrowed my eyes slightly and shook my head to show I was telling the truth.

"Not even another guy?"

Cartman is always trying to fuck with me, I swear. It's not like I'm just noticing this either. I exhale out a simple 'no' in response, and he laughed.

"Haha, Of course, Kyle! You can't even get a smooch if you swung for the same game."

My arm was already resting on the table, and I lifted it up to lay my head on my palm. "Shut up, fatass…" The insult was mumbled under all the annoyance I could feel building up inside me. I'm going to get teased for this, no doubt.

"S-so… If you never h-had your f-first k-kiss that means you n-never got laid either?"

And here we go.

Damn it, Butters.