"You think the police will catch the killer soon, Kenny?" Butters asked nervously for the third time with his stack of textbooks in front of his chest. Sometimes I do feel jealous of his textbooks, but it's just a silly thought.

"No, I don't know, Butters." I grabbed his books and throw them inside my locker along with my threadbare backpack, which used to belong to my brother when he went to high school.

"Gosh, I am really scared."

"Just be careful, OK? Butters, I don't want anything to happen to any of us, especially you."

"Really Kenny?" I never talked to him like this before, he seemed delighted with my concern. I simply nodded.

I knew Butters loved me, but I never say anything about it, we were just kind of, well, together. It's not in my personality to act like a pair of flaming faggots with my boyfriend. I am gay, but I wasn't a gay rights advocate like Big Gay Al and Garrison used to be (After some homophobes painted threats outside Big Gay Al's house, he decided to leave South Park and moved to Denver. As for Garrison, he's still one of the teachers in South Park Elementary; we still go back and visit him sometimes). After all, in a hick town like this, you really wouldn't want to attract attention like that.

The hall was starting to clear as the deafening bell rang (man, I hated that bell, it's always freaking loud, especially in the hall, because all the speakers were in the hall). Me and Butters had filler for 4th period, we always hanged out at this time of the day. (I knew he just chose to have the filler because he wanted to spend time with me, after all, fillers hurt his GPA). When the last kid in the hall way ran past us like a robber chased by cops, I pushed Butters aside and pinned him into a corner. I made sure no one was watching, this was an obscure spot in the school anyway – the make out hallway, that was what we used to call it.

Butters started to blush. As innocent as he was, he knew what was coming. I stared down at him (he was half a foot shorter than me), but he turned his head down, looking at his pair of baby blue converse Stan and Kyle got him last Christmas. If he wasn't pinned by me like this, he would have started playing with his thumbs, too. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was biting his lower lip.

"Look at me." I calmly pleaded.

"I-I can't…" His ears turned from pink to red. I lower my lips to brush at the spot right below his jaw and his right ear.

He was nervous and I didn't want to push it. I suddenly felt bad for pinning him into the corner like this. I knew he never liked to be pressured. So I gently pulled him out of the corner and into my embrace. He was a little shaky, did I scared him?

I put his head under my chin and smelled his hair; I didn't recognize what sort of scent it was, but it just smelled like Butters. I took hold of both of his trembling hands and put them over my shoulders; so now we were in a position as if we were slow dancing. My hands on his waist gently pushed him closer.

I slowly spun around so now I was the one in the corner. Butters inhaled deeply and exhaled in a relief, I could feel the warm of his breath on my chest.

"I want to kiss you, but if you don't feel like it, I won't make you." I whispered, his hair was tickling my throat.

"I want to! I-I mean… no!" He was now on his feet, no longer leaning on me.

"It's OK Butters" He was having a nervous breakdown and I thought it was cute.

"No… I mean yes…I mean, ugh! Kyle taught me to say no if you ever asked, he said I shouldn't give in too easily… he said I shouldn't always be chasing after you, I should play hard to get…"

I was chuckling at the idea of Kyle lecturing Butters over things like that, since Kyle himself totally gave it all to Stan.

"Would you kiss me then?" I asked "if you don't want me to kiss you."

"Yeah… but I want-I want you to kiss me…" his voice faded away, then came back "because I don't know how to…" He looked down again, as if ashamed of the fact that he's a twelve grade virgin who had never even kissed before.

I smiled, then lowered my lips onto his; his lips were trembling, but I soon put it to a stop by firmly locking our lips together. Butters's lips were soft and moist as I thought. The kiss lasted for a few seconds, and when we parted our lips Butter was already short of breathe.

It was a sunny day, I looked outside the window and saw the lawn. There was even some grass showing under the snow, guess it was because it's still late August.

Butters closed his eyes and leaned on me. Today was just so perfect, even though it was a Monday, it felt like a freaking Friday.

This thought soon disappeared in my mind when I saw a men standing outside the school behind the big pine tree. He was looking, no scratch that, glaring at us. I was startled, then my heart sank; somehow this man's gave out an aura that terrified me – me, Kenny McCormick! The second most hardcore kid in South Park High right after Craig Tucker! I was frozen for a second or two, but then I came back to my senses and quickly squatted down, dragging Butters along with me, so that we were out of sight from anything out of the window.

"What happened, Kenny?" Butters asked, completely clueless.

"There's a weirdo staring at us outside the window, don't look." Somehow I managed to explain in my normal voice.

"But… why?" Yes indeed, why?

"I think he might be the killer." Then I clamped my hand on Butters mouth before he could scream. He mumbled, then I told him not to scream and released my hand from his mouth.

"We need to get the hell out of here." I was praying to God that the man wasn't walking toward us or anything.

Butters nodded with terrified eyes. I took out my cell phone and used it as a mirror to reflect what was outside the window, but it didn't work, it wasn't at the right angle and the sun was too bright, which only made a huge flare on my screen.

"Dammit!" I cursed under my breath.

I was forced to look outside, but Butters wrapped his hands on my left arm and pulled me down.

"Don't." his eyes pleaded.

"It's OK Butters," I answered him and took a quick glace outside the window.

To my surprise, no one was there. Nothing. No one was behind the tree or anything, only the clear blue sky and pine trees covered with snow.

No one.

"What is it Kenny?" came Butters small voice.

"No one's outside." Now I began to think, was it all just my imagination or was there really a man standing out there glaring at us? Years later I would still wake up in the middle of night with this same scene in my dream, it would all seem so distant then… But imagination or not, the fear was real. Those eyes… even though he was far away, those eyes looked as if they belonged to a beast.

The bell that dismissed 4th period rang. It was the first time in three years I actually liked the sound of that bell. Saved by the bell, they say. I couldn't help but chuckled a little.

The noise of doors opening and banging closed, chicks chatting and giggling, guys cheering and the squeaky noise made by a running kid's sneakers on the waxed floor broke the silence immediately.

"Kenny?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"You sure? Yuh-You look kinda pale…" I felt like a retard acting all scared in front of Butters.

"Yeah I am OK, you need to go to 5th."

"Ye-Yeah, but I don't want to leave you."

"I will be OK, you have to go to class. I am going to lunch."

"O-OK."

"C'mon, we'll go get your textbooks."

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