"H-hey Kenny. How are you doing?"

"Oh, ya know. Same-old Same-old. I'm still poor as shit. How have ya been?"

We stood by my open locker as students passed. Despite this I felt very alone at the moment. There was something wrong with the way he looked at me. I don't get why, but it felt like I was his prey… even if that doesn't really make sense. I guess it's just my imagination. He didn't seem dangerous… then again, I have been wrong before.

"O-oh, well I've been good. Thanks for asking."

He chuckled a little as I fumbled over my words. I could feel my cheeks turn red. Curse me and my stuttering. I've stuttered all my life. It always happens. The doctor said there's nothing wrong with me. He said it could just be a habit that formed because of my timidness. I start to rub my knuckles together as I look down. Another habit. At least I don't smoke…like Kenny. My mom once said if I smoked my lungs would implode and my throat would shut itself up.

"Hey, what are ya doing Saturday night?"

"Saturday? Oh, well… not much. I plan on maybe watching cartoons…"

"Cartoons? Jeez Butters, cartoons are for babies. Don' ya at least watch some porn? I know I do when I have nothin' to do on a Saturday night."

He began to smirk as I blushed again. PORN!? Wasn't there more to life than naked women? Couldn't you do something less vile? Like feed the hungry… or join a cult.

"P-porn?! Kenny that's d-disgusting! You shouldn't look at n…naked women. That's yicky!"

Unfortunately for me, I have this bad habit of stuttering excessively when I'm shocked or extremely nervous. He looked at me with a smile. He was making me nervous again. He bent forward a little, so that he towered over me. I never noticed how tall he was compared to me. I mean, I'm not that short being 5'7'', but by the looks of it Kenny was at least a good 3" taller than me. It was very intimidating.

"Who said they were women?"

My eyes widened as I looked at him. G-GAY PORN!? Oh Hamburgers!! I looked down at my feet, my green eyes not able to meet Kenny's blue eyes anymore. My dad once said that looking at porn will get you into Hell. Gay porn, however, will land you a nice spot in the burning lake of fire. I did find that a bit hypocritical, since dad did go to gay bath houses and slept with random men, driving my mom insane. Still, I didn't want to object, or I'd get grounded. He was smiling with that look in his eyes again. It was starting to scare me. I coughed. Time to change the subject.

"You were saying something about Saturday n-night?"

"Huh? Oh right. Do ya want to go to a party with me? It's Stan and Kyle's 4th anniversary. "

"A…anniversary?"

"Yup. They said you should bring someone and I instantly thought of bringing you, cause we never invite ya to any of our parties and I was starting to feel guilty."

Haha, yeah right.

"Plus, I knew ya wouldn't be mean and say no, right?"

"Uh….. I guess not. Sounds…. nifty."

"So yer gonna go? Swweeettttt."

"You're not gonna get me drunk and rape me are you? C-cause, if you are my parents will ground me."

"Um. I don' think so."

"Ah, gee wiz…"

"Don' worry, Butters. Even if I DID molest ya, I wouldn' have to get ya drunk…"

I felt my cheeks get redder than before. Was he trying to suggest something? I don't want to get raped and I surely wouldn't WILLINGLY have "it" with Kenny. At least… I don't think so. Oh, Hamburgers. I might be becoming just like dad.

"Um. R-right…haha….ha…eh."

"Oh, don't worry Butters. I won't rape ya..."

"Kenny, I … uh, gotta go. Y'know…to class."

He looked at me and started laughing. Why was he laughing at me? Oh gee, I hope there isn't doody on my face, like that time in Aspen. Cartman still laughs at me for that. I don't like it when people laugh at me…

"W-what's so funny? Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, Butters. You're so fucking cute. School's ended already."

Cute? Wait….what? School ended? I looked around to find that we were alone. Oh, right. What time was it?! My mom and dad expected me to be home straight after school and any dilly-dallying would get me grounded. School ended at around 4 pm, so I was required to be home by 5 pm since school was a 45 minute walk. I didn't take the bus, because there were a lot of smelly hobos and my mom doesn't like hobos. Especially after they took over South Park. I didn't have car either. I couldn't afford one. I looked for a clock and spotted one behind Kenny. My eyes widened as I saw the time.

"4-4:32 pm!? Oh, Hamburgers!! My moms going kill me!!"

"Jeez, calm down, Butters. It can' be that bad. Here, I'll drive ya home. I don' have to work today and I just got a car with the money I made at the shop. It's not new or nothin' , but it'll get ya from point A to point B."

Did I forget to mention Kenny had a job? Most kids had jobs nowadays, but no one expected Kenny to get one. Kenny lived on the poor side of town where all the hobos lived. It was really bad there and they had lots of crime. My mom never lets me go near there. She said she's afraid someone will kidnap me, sodomize me over and over, and feed my genitals to dogs (1). So, with that in my head, I would never willingly go to the poor part of town…at least not alone, anyway. Back to the point, Kenny's dad is an alcoholic and hasn't worked a day in his life, spending most of the child support money from the government on beer and porn. Most people anticipated for Kenny to turn out like his ol' dad, but he decided to make something of himself and got a job at the automotive shop. I've seen him, sometimes, working on the cars when our family car breaks down. Our cars really old, so it doesn't work very well anymore. We usually visit the auto shop 2 times a month. He usually waves when to me when we go.

"Gee wiz. Really? That'd be awful nice of you."

Hey, you never look a gift horse in the mouth. And so I ended up in the front seat of his ragged, red car while he drove me home.


1) LOL used in Imagiation Land I

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