Disclaimer;; me? own South Park? I wish. © Matt and Trey yo. "Never To Late" – Three Days Grace (anything recognize-able isn't mine)
A/N;; like omg. I decided to immediately start on this chapter after I finished the 2nd. Because when I saw the date I published the friggin' story and the date I updated it, I almost cried. That was so very sad. I was crying for you guys. I am so sorry. I really am. ;;
Chapter 3
Friday, Friday, Friiidaaay. Kenny quietly hummed to himself. Friday was his favorite day of the week, not only is it the last school day but 5th period was a free period for Juniors and Seniors and you didn't have to go to class. Fuck yes! No Goddamn P.E. today! This made Kenny happy, even though he liked p.e. to some extent. Because yesterday after Butters practically ran from him at lunch, he kept looking at him instead of Stan. The whole fucking period. He tried to look at something other than the overly sexy, sweaty, blonde boy running up and down the soccer fields, but every single time his eyes went right back to their target. He wished that just once, Butters' beautiful blue-gray eyes, that reminded Kenny of storm clouds, would look his way. But he never did. Nope. Not once did Butters even look in Kenny's general direction since lunch that day. Not even when he saw him after school.
And now it was 1st period English the next day, and he still kept fucking staring at the poor boy. Kenny was sure that by now Butters had realized he was staring at him. How could he not? Well I guess since he hasn't even looked over here once that he hasn't seen me looking at him… Kenny sighed, taking his eyes off his object of affection for the first time all period. He couldn't help but stair at him. He is so fucking… gorgeous. With his almost white blonde hair, fair smooth pale, but not too pale, skin, slim boyish figure, you can practically see his collar bone because of his over sized t-shirt, and wonderful blue-gray eyes. God Kenny loved Butters' eyes. If there was any reason at all for anyone to fall in love with Butters, it was his large, expressive eyes.
"Ppppsssttt! … Kenny! Hey, hey Kenny!" a hushed voice came from behind him. The person that sat behind him gave him a note as soon as he turned around. "It's from the twitchy blonde kid." Tweek had just transferred into their class today. Why today? No one really knows. He said it was because he was failing Advanced Lit. and they need to transfer him out of that and into a regular English 11. But it was still weird to transfer into a class on a Friday.
Kenny turned back around in his seat and opened the note. And read Tweeks chicken-scratch handwriting to himself.
"Hey Kenny… so were me and Craig right yesterday? Do you really like Butters?" For fucks sake. They haven't left me about that since yesterday. Kenny looks at Butters again for a second. Then writes down his reply, crumples up the paper and chucks it at Tweek.
"Mr. McCormick! There will be none of that in my class!" the teacher yells with out looking away from the board. Fuck. I forgot to wait till the teacher wasn't looking. Wait… how the fuck did she even know? She wasn't looking. Fuck, teachers are creepy. Kenny shutters.
"HA!" Tweek jumps up from his seat and squeals. "I knew it!" he says as he jabs his finger at Kenny in 'victory' then slams the paper on his desk like a foot ball touchdown. Kenny sunk in his seat and blushed. Fucking Tweek is so over dramatic.
All Kenny had written on that piece of paper was 'yeah. I do. wtf are you gonna do about it?!'
The bell rang, and after a good scolding from the teacher Tweek and Kenny made their way out of the class room. "Fuck Tweek. It's not that big a deal." Tweek simply snickered to himself. Kenny wondered what he knew that he didn't. "What?" he asks kind of annoyed.
"You have no fucking clue man." Just then Craig comes out of nowhere and wraps his arms around Tweek's waist. "ACK! J-Jesus Christ!! Craig! D-don't fucking do that!" Tweek starts twitching and breathing heavily. Kenny mentally laughed He's so paranoid and easily scared. Laughing at Tweek made Kenny feel a little better about him knowing something Kenny didn't.
"Sorry babe." Craig mutters as he kisses Tweek's neck. Tweek, of course, flinches. "Wont happen again." He smiles knowing good and well he's going to do that same exact thing to him tomorrow. Kenny always wondered why Craig doing that still scared him. He does it every day. Craig looks at Kenny. "So, shall we get going to class?" Lucky Kenny had Craig in his 2nd and 3rd periods.
"Like I'd torment myself by walking with you. I'm gonna go find Stan and Kyle. Later dudes." Kenny waves as he walks in the opposite direction. He had a good ten minutes before class starts. South Park High was a very odd school. In between 1st and 2nd period they had a ten minute break to get breakfast and talk with your friends, 5th period every Fridays was a free period (for Juniors and Seniors only of course) and lunch wasn't in between classes, but was in itself a period of its very own, Freshman and Sophomores had 5th period lunch and Juniors and Seniors had 4th. Which is pretty fucking awesome on Fridays.
It took all of five seconds for Kenny to find Stan and Kyle. Luckily Cartman was not with them. They were over by Stan's locker talking. Kenny decided to sneak up on them to see what they were talking about instead of making his prances known.
"Come on Ky…" oh boy Kenny thought to himself as he crept closer, Stan's calling him Ky! That always means they're having a lovers spat! Stan touches his super best friends shoulder.
"No Stan!" Kyle pushes Stan's hand off his shoulder. "You can't keep doing this! Not here! You know that!" Stan looked as though he was about to say something, but stops and looks at something behind Kyle. "What?" he looks around to see what Stan is looking at. "KENNY! WHAT THE HELL?!" At this point Kenny had gotten so close to them that he was crouched down right behind Kyle and right next to his ass.
"Oh you know. The usual." Kenny smiles at him as he stands up. "You know, you two really shouldn't have one of those conversations at school. See how easy it would be for someone to sneak up on you? Lucky for you it was just me." He smiles in triumph. Then the bell for class to start rings. "Goddamn it! Fucking bitch!"
"Jeez Kenny, what's with all the hostile anger?" Kyle asks, clearly concerned for his friends well being.
"Now I have to sit and listen to fucking Craig taunt and tease me for two fucking periods in a row! This fucking sucks!" He lets of a loud and angry grunt and puts his hands behind his head.
"'Tease me'?" Stan asked in confusion. "What on Gods green earth could Craig possibly tease you about?" That's right…Kenny thinks I haven't told them yet. He lets out a big sigh and mumbles something they can't hear. "Pardon?"
"I… kinda…" he lets his hands fall from his head and then says in a very small voice "like Butters." He feels his face go hot again. "Gottagotoclass, BYE!" Kenny rushes to class as fast as he can, leaving his two best friends in a state of pure shock and confusion at what their friend has just said.
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2nd and 3rd period were just like Kenny had expected. Tweek had showed Craig that stupid note and the whole fucking time pretty much laughed in his face about it. Sometimes he would clam down and looked like he wanted to say something really important, but never did. Which pissed Kenny off even more. At lunch he didn't even want to look at Craig, or Tweek for that matter, so he sat at his normal table with his oldest friends, trying so very hard not to look in that direction because he really wanted to look at Butters, who regrettably sat with the two people Kenny did not want catching him looking at him. So instead of looking at Butters like he wanted, he was stuck listening to Kyle and Cartman in yet another fight. God, don't those two ever give it a fucking rest?! he thought as he played with his food and stuffed it in his mouth at the same time.
And now it was free period time. Most people spent their free time in the theater or the library. Kenny spent it outside in the ally way smoking. But today he felt like a change. Instead of spending the entire period in the ally way like he would normally do, he just had a few quick cigs, and headed to the theater to meet up with Stan and Kyle. And, because he has done this before, he also plans on staring at Butters, who also chose to spend his free time in the theater reading. Why he reads in the theater and not the library was beyond Kenny, but he wasn't complaining.
When he got where he wanted to go, his eyes immediately searched for his friends. The theater wasn't big for a theater; it was more like a big room that just happens to have a stage in it and some fancy chairs. His eyes scanned the rows up and down, but… they weren't there. And Butters wasn't either. What the fuck? Kenny tried looking again, figuring he missed them or something, but he line of vision was blocked.
"Kenny, have you seen Stan? I really need to talk to him." Wendy was purposefully blocking him from looking at anything else with the help of her best friends Bebe. He sighed, and made a thinking face. With no intention of actually thinking about it, Stan had told Kenny to send Wendy in the wrong direction if she ever asked where he was. Poor guy, he was still uncomfortable around the girl after all these years.
"Uuuuhhh… Sorry Wendy, haven't seen him since the end of lunch." He shrugged, this time actually telling her the truth, he hadn't seen him since lunch and was looking for him himself. But, since Kyle was missing to, Kenny had a pretty good idea where the two went, but he can't tell Wendy that. "Now, can you move? I'm looking for someone to you know." Wendy made that 'ugh!' sound that girls like so much and walked away taking Bebe by the arm. Now that that's over… lets continue my search. Kenny walked around the theater, searching every place someone could possibly be, catching a few make out sessions in the process, but no sign of Butters (or Stan and Kyle, can't forget about them). And just then his line of vision was, yet again, blocked, this time by Craig, with a very nervous looking Tweek behind him who was muttering something to himself along the lines of 'oh shit, fuck, damnit'.
"Dude Kenny, since you practically stalk him, have you seen Butters? We can't find him anywhere." Kenny stared at him, confused, and kind of angry about the stalking comment. Realizing why Kenny is confused, Craig decided to elaborate. "He disappeared after lunch. He was walking behind us for a while, but then he just disappeared. I figured he came here to read like he usually does, but when we got here there was no trace of him."
"Oh. Well I haven't seen him. Actually looking for him myself. Can't find him, and I've pretty much looked everywhere."
"Fuck!" Craig sends Tweek a worried look, and Tweek bites his thumb nail giving him an 'ohmygod what are we gonna do?!' look. Craig sighs. "Well, if you find him, come get us okay?"
"Yeah, sure." Kenny wondered what all the worried and kind of scared looks were for. "What's wrong man? You guys seem kinda… well… 'panic'd' I guess would be the best word."
"Uhh… well…" Craig looked around nervously. "It's nothing. We just really need to find Butters is all."
"All right…" Kenny wasn't believing a word he said. Something was defiantly up. But before he could protest further, they were gone. "whatever…" he mumbled to no one in particular. He sighed. Well, no point staying here… he thought as he made his way out of the theater.
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Butters sat in a bathroom stall and banged his head on the stall wall over and over again, trying to get thoughts of Kenny out of his head. No matter how much I think about it, it's never going to happen he thought as his head collided with the wall yet again.Every once and a while Butters would do this, hurt himself that is. Ever since he was little his parents always took the extreme to punish him, locking him out of the house all night when he missed his curfew, sending him to "Pray the Gay Away" camp when he didn't even know what bi-curious was, his parents views on 'punishment' have always been off, so when Butters figured out he loved Kenny, of course he would take the extreme rout. At first it was just doing what he is doing now, banging his head on walls or running boiling water over his hand, but after a while that wasn't enough and he started cutting. But Tweek found out and he told Craig and Craig yelled at Butters not to do it anymore, and for the most part he has.
Butters sighs to himself and grabs his wrist. He shuts his eyes tightly, No! I can't! But… he looks down at his wrist, which is covered up by his favorite wrist band. He stands up and opens the stall door and looks around the empty bathroom. No one's here… he goes to his backpack and unzips a pocket, which has another pocket and he unzips that one too and gets out what he was looking for.
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On his way back to the ally way Kenny decided he needed to go to the bathroom. Making a short detour to the closet bathroom, when he gets to the door he hears something weird coming from inside. A muffled voice that he could barely make out, running water, and a couple winces every now and then.
"oh noo…" the voice said rather loudly, sounding like it was in pain, "it… it wont stop!"
Kenny finally recognized the voice. It was Butters! And… he was in pain! Kenny rushed into the bathroom to help him, only to find him hunched over the sink, wrists bloody and under running water, blood all over the sink. He was stopped dead in his tracks. He looked over the sink… there was a blade. He… he did it to himself! He stared at Butters, who looked just as shocked to see Kenny standing there as Kenny had been to see Butters doing… that. Butters fell to his knees and started sobbing.
©obsession-rules-me yuki – sama - ::talking to herself:: babe is such a weird word to say. i mean really. why not use something like… sweetie? no, that's weird to say too. frick. oh well. ::shrugs:: do you know what else is a weird word to say? cork. seriously.
soooo… now that i've scared you all with my ranting about weird things i have this to say… tacos. that's right. i said it. …… ::laughs at self:: my fingers are all orange from nacho cheese corn nuts xD. ……okay. i'm really sorry i'm so random, but you know you like it.
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ANYWAY. can't be angsty without a little cuttin' now can we? muahahaha.
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