AN- You'll probably now see what I mean with Butter's being out of character. And Sally is Sally Darson from the episode 'Butters bottom bitch'. (I think it's called, I'm not t=entirely sure). Oh, before I get started I just have to say that I'll soon be getting my mock exam results, so which me luck!

angeliesrrn- I know, he often gets the short end of the stick doesn't he?

Chapter 1

No, no that's all wrong, Butters thought.

That's not good enough. Much too slow.

He closed his eyes and pictured his dad up on the snow covered roof again. "Butters, hold the ladder," he called. "I'm coming down now."

"I've got it," he shouted up to him, gripping the ladder on both sides. The metal felt cold right through his mittens. He adjusted his feet. The snow was deep and hard. A layer of ice had formed a crust over the surface.

"Hold it steady," Mr. Stotch ordered, placing one boot, then the other on the top rung.

Butters waited until he had descended a little, his boots on the third rung, bony hands gripping the top rung above his head.

Then he pulled with all his strength.

Yes!

The ladder swung quickly away from the house.

Butters let go and stepped back to watch.

"Hey-!"

Mr. Stotch's eyes opened wide with fright and surprise.

The ladder was standing straight now, supported by nothing, about to come crashing down onto the snow.

Butters enjoyed the terrified look on his face, the way he gripped the rung so tightly, even though the ladder was about to carry him down to his death.

And then the ladder toppled over onto the snow.

The loud crunch, the sound of an egg cracking- that was Mr. Stotch.

What a nasty fall, Butters thought. His laughter echoed off the heavy, wide trees.

"What are you thinking about, Butters?" Sally asked pulling away from him.

He could feel the taste of her lips on his. "Oh. Sorry," he said, his fantasy still playing in his mind.

He shook his head as if trying to shake away his thoughts. Okay. Now I'm back, he thought. I'm sitting in the front of Sally's car. And I was kissing him.

"You seemed a million miles away," Sally said, removing her arm from around his shoulder. She raked her hand back through her blonde hair, staring at Butters questioningly. "You were thinking about dinner, right? You were fantasising that I was a giant roast beef."

"Yuck," Butters said, giving her a playful shove. Sally could always make him laugh. "Nope you were a turkey."

"Hey, that's what everyone calls me!" she joked.

His expression turned solemn. "No, I was thinking about my dad."

"Should I be concerned?" Sally said, gripping the steering wheel, rolling her eyes, acting creeped out. "You're kissing me and you're think about your dad!"

"Don't be disgusting," Butters said quickly, making a face. He turned and stared out the fogged-up window at his snow-covered front garden. "I was thinking of different ways to kill him."

"Oh, well. That's healthy," Sally said sarcastically.

She leaned towards him, put her hands gently on the sides of his face, and turned his head back to her. "Kiss me again and maybe you can think up some ways to kill your mum too."

Butters reached up and pulled her hands away. They were so warm and he was so cold. Cold all over.

"Mum is okay," he said quietly, staring straight ahead. "Well, better than dad at least."

Sally didn't reply. She took his cold hands between his and squeezed them tenderly, trying to warm them up.

Butters suddenly felt guilty. Why had he let his mind wander to his dad when he was kissing Sally?

Impulsively, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him, pressing her lips against his.

Without you, I'd be so lonely, he thought.

Without you, I'd be so sad.

And yet his mind wandered when she kissed him...

No. It's just my bad mood, he decided.

It's just that I hate my dad so much it's ruining my feelings for everyone else.

Still holding the back of Sally's neck, he kissed her.

"Oh!"

The loud noise right by his head startled him. He jumped back in his seat, heart pounding.

It took him a while to realise what was happening.

Someone was standing outside the car, hitting the passenger window.

Dad!