A/N: Another short two-shot, this time with a requested Tretters (Trent x Butters). This is a pre-established relationship, with bits and pieces leading up to it. I've still got quite a few South Park requests left, but I'm always up for more.

I do not own the characters

PS: I think its super effin weird that my ipod decided to play both Criminal by Britney Spears and How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the diamonds while I write this. You can't trust the shuffle option at all.


The blond seventeen year old sighed, trudging up the stairs as his father once again reprimanded him for something. Was it for coming home late or the fact that he hadn't had time to make his bed this morning before school? Butters didn't know, and years of being scolded and being threatened to be grounded caused him to develop a habit of tuning out his parents. He loved and respected them, he did. But even sweet little Butters could only handle so much. Butters rubbed at his face tiredly as he shut his bedroom door, his father's words becoming muffled. He locked it for good measure, before he found his way to his bed, dropping himself on it.

'Gee I should probably shower...' He thought, pulling off his signature blue sweater over his head and letting it fall to the floor. Butters shrugged to himself as he let his back hit the blankets. He turned to his side, his white undershirt rolling up a bit as he did. Butters didn't mind, just feeling so tired. These past few years had been tiring.

His parents had gotten much harder on him in the recent years, and though he believed his grades were decent enough, it didn't seem enough for them. He had managed to keep his Professor Chaos persona in check, although that was probably due to his boyfriend. No Butters wasn't gay, not that he thought there was anything wrong with that, as he was very happy for Kyle and Stan for coming out. He had simply moved on from being Bi-curious to bisexual. However that didn't seem matter to his classmates. Some had simply shrugged the news off when Eric Cartman had spread the secret around, while others seemed like they had knew it all along. And then there were the ones who weren't so tolerable. Unlike Stan and Kyle, Butters had trouble defending himself. He wasn't a violent person, and years of verbal and sometimes physical abuse from his so called 'friends' had dulled them to the fact that it wasn't right to let people beat on him.

He knew that of course, how could he forget, especially when his boyfriend was so adamant about drilling it in his head that he wasn't a doormat. Butters smiled at the thought, reminding himself to make sure the window was unlocked. He was sure it was, but just to check the teen tilted his head up to see his window, smiling further when he realized the lock was unhatched.

Speaking of his boyfriend, Butters was reminded of a time long ago when he was also a bully. Although Butters tried to convince him otherwise, that it was simply him getting payback, but his boyfriend denied it. Even if it was payback, it had been taken too far, he'd said. He had sought Butters out like the first time following his second release, but this time merely wanting to talk. He had apologized for putting Butters into the hospital, and that was when it struck Butters. Some people, like Eric Cartman, would never change. But that didn't mean others wouldn't. Very few ever apologized for causing harm to Butters, and Butters could confidently say that it was in that moment he had started to fall for his boyfriend.

After that day they had started to hang out, his friend keeping low to avoid trouble. Butters could understand, after all it was four of his friend's that caused him to face Juvie a second time. Although things had changed the day he met him at their usual meeting spot, having limped there with a battered leg and busted lip.

"What the fuck happened to you?" The other blond male hissed, taking him roughly by the shoulder and making the shorter blond close. Butters had been flustered at the close contact, hunter green eyes boring into his as he tried to wiggle his way out of the other male's grip.

"Uh just...Just some fellas at school giving me trouble for being Bi you know" He attempted to laugh awkwardly, breathing a sigh of relief when he was released.

"Who?"

"Just Jason and Harry this time, no biggie!" Butters didn't want trouble, but he could see a strange glint in his friend's eyes.

"Alright."

That had been the end of that conversation, and the next day Butters noticed that Harry and Jason were absent from school. They showed up two days later, bruised and eyes downcast when they passed by Butters. The short blond didn't have to be a genius to put two and two together. He had confronted him that day at the junkyard where his friend usually hung out.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" His friend inquired, playing dumb as he flicked away his cigarette he had been smoking only minutes before.

"Awww come on man. You know what I mean. I'm not the smartest crayon in the box but I know it was you. Why'd you beat up those guys? I mean yeah they were kinda mean and tend to pick on me but-"

Butters had been cut off when rough chapped lips were pressed to his, effectively silencing him.

That had been the start of a very awkward relationship, and things had started off really rocky for the two of them. Things had worked out in the end, and by this time his boyfriend usually would show up t-

"Hey."

Butters was cut out of his musing, glancing up once more to see his boyfriend crouching on his window sill, holding open the window. Butters smiled at the toned blond, waving him in.

"C'mon in Trent. It's cold out there."