The phone ringing made Butters jump with surprise before he got up from his seat in the kitchen, almost skipping to where the phone sat on the table in the living room. Seeing it was an unknown number, he placed the phone back and made his way back to his seat as he let the answering machine pick up. The message that had been left made the fresh-faced young man stop dead in his tracks as a deep voice rang through the speaker.

"Hey, Butters. It's Stan," the young man smiled at the name. "Just wanna let you know I got your letter and I think it's great you're getting married! I'm really happy for you, dude. I also want to say I'm really sorry for, well, not keeping in contact. I don't know why I never bothered to talk to you guys or even come down to see you. I wanna make it up to you. I want you to have your wedding here, at my place. I mean, the location you picked is great and holds a lot of memories, but maybe it's not the best place to have a wedding. Consider it my wedding gift. Anyway, let me know if you're up for it and I guess I can give you more info on it. Okay, goodbye, I guess."

Butters stood still, still taking in the message he received from one of his closest childhood friends. A childhood friend who was offering his massive mansion to him to hold his wedding. He took a seat, clutching a clothing catalogue close to his chest. He wanted to pick up the phone and call Stan back, but he wasn't sure if it was wise to pick a completely new location just only three weeks before the wedding.

Picking up the phone, he dialed a completely new number instead.

"So, you're telling me he called you and said you could have the wedding at his place?" Kyle asked as he, Butters, Kenny, and Cartman sat at the table furthest from any other person at their common hang out spot.

"Yeah! I think it was awful kind of him to even offer it!" Butters exclaimed with enthusiasm.

"Sure, but, I don't know. Don't you think it's kind of weird that something like a wedding would make him want to see us again? Even after he just unexpectedly cut ties with us?" The red head inquired. He missed his best buddy more than anything, but something about the whole situation didn't seem right to him.

"Dude, it's a wedding," Kenny added on as he attempted to sneak a fry off of Cartman's plate, only to have his hand swatted away. "He'd have to be completely heartless to miss this."

Cartman, who seemed to be the only one eating despite everyone else having food in front of them, spoke up in between chewing. "Whatever, Stan's gotta be fucking rich considering he has a mansion. This is a good opportunity to mooch off him."

"Why are you stressing yourself over this anyway?"Kenny asked. "Is it so hard to understand that Stan is happy for our boy over here and wants to make up for lost times?"

Kyle sighed. "I guess you have a point."

"I say you take him up on his offer, Butters," Cartman expressed. "It's a fucking mansion! Who knows if he's got servants you could push around to do your dirty work. He must be living the life."

"Gee, I don't know. I don't want to seem like I'm intruding or anything," Butters fiddled with his slender fingers. "Plus, I don't know how the others invited would feel about the last minute change."

"If that's how Stan saw it, he wouldn't be offering it up in the first place," Kenny smiled.

"Well, alright, I'll talk to Jason about it then," Butters stood from his seat. "I've gotta go, fellas. Thanks for offering to pay and everything."

Kyle waited until Butters made his way out the door before speaking up. "You know, it's kinda shallow you guys were persistent on him accepting the offer just because you want to visit Stan's mansion."

"Oh, come on, Kyle. You know you want to see it, too."

Butters watched himself fiddle with his fingers as he was deep in thought. Would Jason have any positive things to say? After all, he was pretty pissed when Stan up and left out of nowhere, maybe he didn't want to see him again. But Butters did, and Jason made it his life's destiny to make Butters happy. Maybe this will all work out in the end.

The front door opened to reveal Jason. Butters took a moment to examine him. His brown hair was shoulder length as it always was and he developed a pretty athletic build as he was one of South Park's well known football players in high school, right after Stan Marsh. Butters sighed at the thought of his old friend and Jason noticed his fiance's sad features.

"Something wrong, Butters?" He took a seat next to the upset blonde boy, placing a strong hand on his shoulder. Jason had always been one of the few people to show concern for Butters, which sometimes confused the young man, but he didn't want to dwell on it; it was just nice to have someone who cared for him.

"Oh, it's nothin' too bad or anything," Butters folded his hands in his lap. "It's just . . . I got a call from Stan."

Jason visibly stiffened. "Oh. What did he have to say?"

"Maybe you should just hear it for yourself," Butters stood up and played back the message that was left on the answering machine earlier in the morning.

He watched Jason intently, observing his facial expressions in reaction to the message he was hearing.

"So, now all of a sudden he wants to be involved in all of our lives again?"

"I think we should give him a chance. I talked to the guys earlier and everyone misses him. They want to see him."

Jason looked visibly torn. He then stood up from the couch and let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll have to think about this. Part of me really doesn't want to see him again due to how upset you became when he left and never called. But . . . we'll just have to see."

The evening rolled on by faster than Butters had expected. He had been spending the rest of the afternoon on the couch, flipping through channels, but not paying attention to anything he flipped to. It was all just background noise as he waited patiently for Jason's answer. But Jason was too occupied by his laptop. Butters noticed Jason had got up and walked down the hall, perhaps to the bathroom.

The blonde boy's eyes darted from the phone to where Jason had rounded the corner in the hall. Letting his impatience get the best of him, Butters picked up the phone and dialed the number he had saved earlier. Waiting for somebody to pick up, Butters nervously walked over to the front door, stepping outside in case Jason came back before he finished his call.

A deep voice came through the speaker. "Butters?"

"Hey, Stan!" Butters exclaimed with his trademark southern accent.

"Hey, hows it going?" The blonde boy smiled, finally able to hear the long lost voice of his childhood friend. "I don't mean to rush you or anything, but have you come with an answer yet?"

Butters toyed with the hem of his shirt as he coughed nervously. "Uh, yeah! I think it was so nice of you to offer your mansion to me! Don't tell anyone else, but I think it's the best wedding gift I'll receive."

"That's nice to hear. So, does that mean you'll come?"

This was it. Butters took a deep sigh before answering. "Of course! I wouldn't pass up that offer."

"Great! In fact, maybe you guys should come stay here before the wedding."

"Oh, well that's really nice of you, Stan, but I already feel like I'm intruding as it is. I feel like staying over might be even more of a bother to you."

"Not at all, dude. Don't be ridiculous. Everybody who is invited can come stay here. Think of it as my apology for leaving without keeping in touch."

Butters couldn't help but smile. "You mean it? You really wouldn't mind?"

"No, of course not. I really want to see all of you again."

"That's really nice to hear, Stan. I'll tell everyone about it."

"Cool."

"Oh, and Stan?"

A small moment of silence. "Yeah?"

"It's really nice to hear your voice again."

Stan let out a hearty chuckle. "Thanks. You too."

After a few minutes of playful banter, Butters hung up and stepped back into the house.

"What do you mean you said yes?!" Butters flinched as bits of toothpaste flung from Jason's mouth. "I thought I told you I'd think about it."

"I know! But I couldn't help myself, I really want to see him," Butters justified, gripping nervously at his pants. He developed a bad habit of acting on impulse as he grew older, much to his dismay. Jason rinsed his mouth out and tossed his toothbrush onto the counter.

"I understand you're excited, but the wedding is basically three weeks away. How do you think the others are going to feel about changing plans so last minute?"

"Well, it shouldn't really matter. They might be just as happy to see him," Butters placed both his gentle hands on Jason's broad shoulders, looking straight into his dark green eyes. "Please, Jason. You know how upset I was when he left. He offered for us to stay there before the wedding."

Butters hoped bringing that up would make Jason have a change of heart, which he was a little surprised that it did. "Alright, but if I feel uncomfortable, we're leaving immediately and having our wedding at Stark's Pond."

"Thank you so much, Jason!" Butters flung his arms around his fiance's shoulders before skipping off into the bedroom.

Jason hurriedly made it to bed before he started having any regrets about his decision.

So, there's the first chapter! I had the prologue finished a few days before posting it, which is why I had the time to write up the first chapter already. Also, I apologize if the last part seems a bit rushed or poorly written. I was angry about something personal when I wrote it :/

I wanted to get this chapter up quickly as I might be busy tomorrow and won't have access to my computer until very late at night. So, I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think in the reviews!