Okay Here's Chapter two, I was shocked at how easy it was to write this chapter. Ususally it takes me about a long time to write one chapter, maybe I've just been inspired or something. But I've got to say the end of this chapter was fun to write. Not fun for you guys but fun for me.

I'll stop bugging you guys now...

ENJOY!

"If we are to judge love,

it more nearly resemble hatred

than friendship."

- Francois De La Rochefoucauld

- - -

When I wake up the next morning the first things I notice are: A) Butters legs are curled with mine and his body is pressed so close with mine it's like were conjoined twins B) His head is in the crook of my neck and C)...he has morning wood.

I turn facing Butters to make the situation less awkward, -and more enjoyable- but he wraps his free leg around my waist and smashes his hard-on against my crotch. Both he and I gasp. This feels great but then I look at the person doing it...It's Butters. I can't do this, not to Butters. Why? Because...because...Because it's Butters!

He gives my package another rub and shutters. "Oh...golly"

I laugh silently. He even watches his language in his dreams. But! Now is not the time laughing! He's still on me and it's...pretty uncomfortable.

"Oh god, oh shit. Butters!" I tell him, nudging his unconscious body. "Common, Butters wake up!"

He stirs and this time I shake him. "Butters! Come on, wake up!"

He turns facing the ceiling and gently opens his eyes. "Mm..." He sits up and looks down at me. "Kenny?"

"Um, yeah." My voice cracks from nervousness at the 'yeah'. "Um...do you need to use the bathroom?"

He looks down and turns bright red. "Uh....yeah. Oh boy. This is awkward, huh?" I nod slowly and he turns to get out of bed. Before walking out he turns to me and says, "I'll get you something to eat after I...finish, okay?"

"Uh, yeah. That's okay"

The door closes and all I can think about is Butters sitting on the toilet masturbating. Tons of questions poor into my head. What...no who is he thinking about? Who was his dream about? Who is he crushing on? Wait....why do I care? These questions are burning into my soul but its not like I can go up to Butters and ask him who he's getting off to. Well I could but I probably wouldn't get an answer.

I lay back down and try to think of something else but only two things are in my mind and neither of them I want to think about: My emancipation, and Butters beating his meat, so I clear my mind to try and relieve some stress.

Only moments later, Butters comes back in with a bowl of cereal. His smile is wide and his eyes are innocent as if nothing lewd or sexual ever happened between us.

He places the bowl of cereal down on my lap. "Eat up Kenny, it's Friday and ya don't want ta be all pooped out!"

"Yeah", I tell his as a warm smile falls over my face, "I'll make sure"

Butters leaves again to shower and I start eating; savoring every bite. I haven't really eaten anything in at least a week besides what I can bum off my friends at school. It isn't sweet or fancy or anything like that, just regular Raisin Bran, but it tastes so good.

Butters comes back in with his bangs clung to his forehead and a bowl of oat meal in his hands. "My parents are up." He tells me flatly.

He's acting as if that statement he just made was just a statement, but I know it's not. "And you want me to leave because they'll ground you for letting me stay the night."

His spoon drops, sinking slowly into his bowl through his thick oat meal. He stutters a lot of jibber-jabber before finally saying, "well...yeah."

It saddens me a little and I look down at my empty bowl. "Alright."

I sit on the edge of the bed and comb my fingers with my hair as Butters takes our bowls to kitchen. I reach for my parka just as Butters walks back in te room. I can tell he feels bad about kicking me out. "Kenny?" I nod. "If you wait at the corner I'll meet you there and we can walk to school tagether." Blush quickly covers his cheeks. "...uh ya know...if you want to, I mean, ya don't have ta i-if you ah...don't want to."

"No, I want to." I assure him, zipping up my parka, putting on the hood, and pulling the drawstrings tightly shut. "I'll meet you at the corner then, kay?" He nods and I climb out the window.

My boots hit the snow and make an all too familiar crunching sound. I head to the corner just as the South Park Elementary School bus passes by. Ah, the fond memories I had there...of course I never made it to the end of the day back then so maybe their not fond memories.

And now that I think about it dying everyday wasn't exactly pleasurable, considering most of the time I got smashed or blown up. I was even killed by disease! No one could ever know what it's like to be me. No one.

Middle school was a little better for me. I didn't die as much, once a week, twice on occasion. People started noticing me, I lost my virginity in eighth grade in the boys locker room!...okay that last one I'm not too proud of, but god dammit I lived! I got to see the sun set, I got to go to sleep at night without worry that I would die and god dammit I was pretty much free! -I stopped dying freshman year when Butter and me started becoming good friends- Free form that damn death curse Satin and his faggot ass put on me. Sure not completely free but I was tasting freedom. And I never wanted anything more.

"Kenny!" Butters' sweet sugar coated voice yells to me from halfway down the street, breaking me from my thoughts. "Kenny!" He yells again and I wave. He reaches me and gives my a sweet, girly hug. Ya know, in many ways Butters would be a lot better off if he was a girl. Maybe that's why he pulled that cross-dressing thing off so well.

We get walking and he asks me, "Kenny?" I nod as my answer. "Where's your backpack?"

"Wah? My backpack?" He nods and I simply reply, "Don't got one."

He gasps. "Well why not?"

"Butters", I tell him calmly before continuing angrily, "I'm broke. Not poor, broke. Broke people, like me, can barley afford food let alone a backpack."

"Oh." Is all he says. He looks embarrassed now. I feel bad.

"Oh It's alright." I swing my arm around him and pull him tight. "You just love asking questions, I know."

He looks up at me and smile, making my heart feel warm when it's ten degrees below freezing. Never noticed much how sweetly Butters looked at me before...weird.

"Hey Butters", I say to try and break the silence. He nods, "What were you lookin' at last night?"

His head turns slightly and he asks, "Whadda ya mean?"

"That big blue thing in the sky last night...what was that?"

He makes an 'o' with his mouth, clearly getting what I'm talking about. "Oh that? That was Venus."-I knew it!- "It's ben real clear in the sky lately. Somebodies bound to fall in love with that thing so close to Earth. Kinda excitin', eh Kenny?"

So that stupid planet is the reason all my friends keep pairing off? God I wish I could shoot that thing out the sky about now.

"I guess." I tell him nonchalantly with my head turned to the side and my arms folded behind my neck. "What's so great about love anyway?"

Butters gasps, are my questions and opinions that shocking? "What's so great about love? Only everything Kenny!"

"Yeah I like what?" I scoff.

"Like...", he takes a moment to think, "Like having someone to be there for you, or someone who'll love you no matter what, or someone who wants to cuddle instead of having sex all the time, or even-"

"Alright I get it!" I finally explode, who needs love? I can get the special kind of 'love' without having to try hard at all! "I get it Butters, love is important to you, whooptie fucking doo."

I shove my hands in my pockets and walk ahead. Not even bothering to look back at Butters.

- - -

At school I start feeling bad for Butters I mean all he did was try and tell me his point of view. I'm not exactly sure why that bothered me so much. So Butters wants a lover instead of a fuck buddy, why should I care, right? Maybe I should come to terms with myself before I start worrying about Butters...

The bell rings for second period(We only have four) and I head to science class. And since Butters and I are lab partners, I take the opportunity to try and talk to Butters. Unfortunately, Butters hasn't spoken to me this whole period. I'm pretty sure he isn't talking to me because he's scared of me right now.

"Butters", I finally say in the last few minutes of the period, "I'm uh... sorry about this morning. I don't know what made me so angry, honestly I don't."

Butters sighs, placing down his pencil. "Kenny?" I nod; he hugs me. "Yay! I'm so glad your not mad at me no more!"

He releases me. "I'm sorry too Kenny", I smile at this, "I should'ta got so angry about it."

"It's alright."

The bell rings, cutting into our sentimental moment, and twenty-eight sophomore students rush out the door to get lunch; there are thirty students in the class. Butters and I are the only ones that take are time getting out of the classroom. I don't have money, and Butters doesn't eat lunch because I can't.

We walk over to our usual lunch table and find two hatted teenaged boys practically screwing each other with their eyes. It's Stan and Kyle. I'm still a little confused about id they're still trying to hide their relationship or not, because by the look of this scene...I'd say they're going public about their gayness any second now.

I sit down and their eye fuck stops and two pairs eyes land on me. One pair is brown, the other is green. "So...How's South Park's gayest couple?"

"Oh go luck one Kenny!" Kyle yells at me; the only thing I can do is laugh.

"Maybe I will, maybe I wont. I mean hey, I'm not picky" I smirk and turn my head over towards Stan. "Hey Stan, why don't you give me a call later?"

"Fuck you!" He spits back.

"Now your gettin' it!"

"I'm gonna go talk to Clyde." My head turns around fast enough to get whip lash and I see Butters, looking at a conversation he can't enter. "Is that okay Kenny?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Snag his chips for me, kay?" Clyde always has chips and he always gives 'em to Butters, then Butters gives them to me. It's a proses.

"Okay, See ya Kenny!" He smiles at me before turning and walking away.

Kyle snorts and says, "And you call us gay."

"Yeah yeah. Butters and I aren't even dating. So how could we be gay?" Stan and Kyle both roll their eyes at me; I ignore it. "And besides, I'm not gay, I'm bi:"

Stand decides to speak this time, probably speaking for Kyle since he's ready to explode. "Sure you and Butters aren't dating officially, but lets face facts here Kenny...Everybody thinks you two are...and what does being bisexual change?"

I sigh, laying my arms on the on the table. "Well first: Even if I did like Butters he has his innocent little blue eyes on someone who isn't me. And two: being bisexual has everything to do with me not dating Butters! I like both males and females and unless something changed there from the last time Butters and me showered in gym class...I don't think he's a herm."

"You and Butters shower together in gym?!" Kyle blurts out and a couple people stop to stare.

Stan gives his partner a light shove before saying, "That's not the point!" He leans in. "Butters has a crush on someone? W-well who?"

"I dunno, I didn't ask. All I know is that it isn't me" I say, a touch of annoyance in my voice. Wait, why does Butters not liking me annoy me?

"And that makes you angry?" Kyle says, joining the conversation.

"Look guys, Butters and I aren't dating and I don't like him, got it?"

"Somebody sounds a little annoyed, does Kenny have a little crush?"

I whip my head back and see no other than Eric Cartman standing with a high and mighty look on his face. I scow. "What do you want Cartman? Shouldn't you be with Wendy?"

Cartman and Wendy started dating during eighth grade when Cartman stopped being a fatass and turned into a jock. Don't ask why because I don't know. No body knows what went wrong with Wendy the day she asked Cartman out, it's just another insane and unexplainable thing that happened in out happy little town.

"She made me eat lunch with her then told me she had to go to a meeting with her dumb little feminist hippies." Cartman walks over to our table and takes a seat next to me. "So what's up?" He looks at Kyle. "Jew" Stan. "Fag." Me. "Slut."

Kyle answers for all of us "Not much muscle headed Nazi. You?"

"Kyle." Stan warns him giving him a look, but Kyle completely brushes it off.

"Woah Kyle, easy or your red jew hair might catch fire"

This sets Stan off. "Shut up Cartman! Don't you have you jock buddies to hang-out with, or do they hate you too?"

Cartman folds his arms and smirks. "Actually no, they don't hate their star player so screw you guy, I've got better friends!"

He swings his legs from underneath the table, gets up, and walks away. We all share a sigh "Thank god he left" Kyle says, taking a drink of his bottled water. "Why does he feel the need to bug us if his jock friends are sooo great?"

"He's a fly." Is all I say.

- - -

After school I usually stay a little late to see if anyone wants to hook up or mess around, but today... no luck.

I walk to the outside of the school and see Butters sitting on the grass. I go over to him and sit down "What're you doing here by yourself?"

He jumps a little at the sound of my voice and turns to me. "H-heya Kenny, my parents are picking me up. So ah...I'm waiting."

I nod. "How long ago was that?"

His pulls up his sleeve and looks at his Hello Kitty watch. "A- about half-a-hour ago, so...a-a little after school got out."

My fists tighten and I can feel myself getting angry. "I hate the way they treat you."

He smiles sadly and tells me, "I-I know Kenny, But there isn't much I can do! I-I mean they're my parents."

I roll my eyes. "Because they totally act like parents. Come sit on the bench with me, the ground is hurting my ass."

"Okay"

We get up and walk over to a blue bench with tiny holes in it; Butters is the first to speak up. "I got your chips..."

He unzips the first pocket of his backpack, pulls out a bag of Doritos, and hands them to me. "Thanks Butters"

Butters is so sweet...and kind...and beautiful. Is that the right word? Hm...maybe I do like him...

"So how's that crush of yours?" I tell him, it hurts my chest to think that Butters wants to hang around someone other than me, but I have to know.

His eyes brighten. "It's going great! I asked Clyde out at lunch and he said yes!"

I stand up, and punch Butters in the face.

I guess that was kinda supposta be a cliff hanger? I dunno I suck at that kind of stuff, so sue me.

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