I walked into my room angry and threw my bag at my window. Thank god I had horrible, aim, and it only hit the wall beside the glass and fell to the floor.

Kenny looked up at me, worry written on his face. I don't believe he's seen me angry before.

It makes me feel a little better that he's sitting on my bed, waiting for me, like he has since the beginning. It's been two weeks since he first came, and the routine has been same and simple. He's gone when I wake up, but always there for me during the day. He lets me talk at night and helps me fall asleep. I've become more open to him, and now it's become so natural that I just start talking before he even asks.

"I hate him," I gritted through my teeth. "He's a…" I tried to find a nice way to say this.

I ended up just falling on the floor and banging my fist on the carpet.

I heard his wings flutter as he made his way over to me. He sat next to me and leaned one side of his wing into me, grazing it across my cheek. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I subconsciously leaned into the feathers and glared at the ceiling. "Cartman."

"Who?"

"Cartman," I spat out. I covered my eyes with my arm. "You know that guy that came to school today, that was chatting you up and laughing loudly and saying gross things?"

"Oh. Yes?"

"That's him."

"Oh…well. I can honestly say I did not remember his name."

I let a chuckle escape, then my lips formed back into a frown.

"He…confronted me after school today."

I felt Kenny's wings still from their usual calming graze. "And?"

"And he's an ass hole!" I yelled, sitting up and looking at him. Both of us ignored the crack in my voice, thankfully. "He cornered me against the fence and started bashing on me being friends with you! Which is really weird, because the only kind of interaction we had today was before class when we walked together and during class when you asked me for a pencil! I don't see how that would give him any incentive to corner me after school."

"Well, he was talking to me most of the time. Kyle and Stan were always with us, too. One of those two probably filled him in on what was happing while he was gone. Really, Butters, it's no secret that we're friends." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "I like you too much to stay away from you."

I felt myself blush as I looked away and pouted. He's been saying things like this lately. Completely random, but he makes sure I hear them. And he always smiles…

I remembered that I was angry and suddenly wanted to hit something.

So, I lightly slapped the carpet and continued to rant.

"W-well, that's great and all! But apparently to Cartman, I'm not worth your friendship. He told me that. That, 'Kenny is too cool to be seen with a loser like you Butters! Just get the f-…fudge away!' and after he pushed me into the fence, he walked away."

Kenny looked at me as if something was crazy. "Does he do this all the time? Whenever he's at school?"

I nodded. "Yea. I'm kind of used to it; it's just that this was a weirder reason to push me around. I'm kind of like his…" what's the word? "…punching bag."

Even as I was speaking, Kenny's face seemed to change. But when I was finished…I was actually almost scared. His eyes turned dark as he glared at nothing and his mouth formed a grim straight line.

But when I blinked it was gone, and I brushed it off my shoulder to try and forget that face. He gave me a small smile and childishly patted my head. "Well. I know what to do now."

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna stick with you more than usual, okay? So that when he messes with you tomorrow, I can tell him what he needs to hear."

"What makes you think he'll mess with me tomorrow?"

He grinned. "Based on how much I'll be around you tomorrow, there's no way in hell he won't get mad enough to come at you."

It was like he was promising death and survival at the same time. I had no idea what to think, but as we both moved to the bed and talked together, I let all thoughts escape me so that I could focus on him, and him only.

….^u^….

The next morning I was genuinely surprised. While I was eating breakfast, my mom came in and said that a friend was waiting for me at the door. After she told me to hurry then quietly slipped out the kitchen, I ignored the rest of my food, grabbed my backpack and thrust open the door.

Whoever came to my door? The only other person I could ever think to knock at my door was Tweek, and Tweek was too scared to leave this early for school.

I felt butterflies in my heart even as the door opened. Who would come to see me?

He warmly smiled and said good-morning. "Hey Butters!"

Kyle?

"H-hey Kyle, good-morning." I gripped my backpack tighter on my shoulders and let my hand tighten on the door. "U-uh…what's up?"

"I came here to walk you to school. I hope that's okay?" he smiled anyway and grabbed my wrist. "Come on, Butters. As much as I like it outside, Stan forced me out late last night and I'd rather get on the bus as fast I can. And you know. Be warm." He rolled his eyes at his words and tugged once more on my wrist as I closed the door.

He began to politely chat with me as we walked, and didn't let go of my wrist until we were well away from my house.

When he started talking about our Chemistry class together I finally got the guts to ask him why he was walking me to school.

He hesitated for a moment before chuckling. "Well…funny story actually. Yesterday as Stan and I were walking around, we ran into Kenny."

He stopped talking and I looked at him, waiting for him to say more.

He shrugged and laughed quietly. "And, well, he asked me too. He started talking with us, then the conversation led to school and he asked us for a favor. Stan has practice this morning though, so I promised Kenny that I would walk you to school."

I looked at the ground as we walked. "But why?" I whispered.

"I can tell he cares for you," he said. "I won't tell you exactly what he said, but I can tell that he thinks a lot about you, Butters."

He smiled at me and my head fell as I blushed.

Our walk continued and I finally shook my head and smiled.

"S-so…how was your night?"

….^/^….

Kenny kept his promise when he said he'd stick with me more than usual.

When Kyle and I arrived at the bus stop, me with a newfound appreciation for Kyle, Kenny stood by my side almost immediately. He still talked with Kyle but he stayed rooted to my side as I stood and smiled, wondering how far Kenny would go today.

Even on the bus, he whispered something in Tweek's ear that made my best friend giggle and leave his seat beside me, which Kenny happily took. My mouth opened in shock but he only smiled and otherwise ignored me as everyone on the bus went through their usual mornings.

Class was fine. Same as usual.

Until he started sending me notes.

That's when Cartman noticed. During class I could feel him staring at me every time I tried to ignore another note thrown at me from Kenny's desk.

Seriously, was he trying to kill me?

I sent him a glare and practically begged him with my eyes. Please. Stop.

He shrugged as if he couldn't control what he was doing and just threw another folded paper at me, holding back laughter as it hit me square in the forehead. I stuffed all the stupid notes in my bag before the bell rang.

The bus wasn't as bad. And class was fine, I guess, if not embarrassing.

But lunch…it was a whole other story.

The table Kenny sits consists of him, Kyle, Stan, and Cartman, since he came back from 'sick' break. It's only the second day he's been back, but already Cartman was slumming it up with Kyle and Stan as if he never left. Kenny seemed to be his new favorite toy.

My table consisted of me, Tweek, now Craig, and other random walk-ins that randomly wanted a change in scenery. But usually, it was just us three.

But today…ohmygoodness.

Kenny walked down the middle isle of the tables, stopped and looked straight at his lunch table. Kyle, Stan and Cartman paused to look up at him.

He smiled.

Waved.

Nodded at Kyle, to which Kyle smiled and nodded back.

Then walked right passed them and walked to my lunch table.

And sat.

Next to me.

In which I handled it by staring at him as if he grew two heads.

"Hey, guys!" he smiled. "What's up?"

Tweek twitched and smiled nervously. "U-uhm…Hey, Kenny."

Craig flipped him off and said hey.

Kenny smiled and slid closer to me, draping an arm over my shoulder. "So, how's my Butters doin' lately? Anything dramatically life changing I should know about?"

Tweek smiled and chuckled as Craig slid closer to him and lazily held his head in his hand. He glared at Kenny until Kenny chuckled.

At that moment a chair scraped beside me and Kyle sat down on the other side of me. "Hey Butters!" he said. "Seems like we keep running into each other." He smiled at me as Stan took the seat next to him.

I smiled at them then forced my attention back to Kenny and Craig. Kenny was in the middle of saying a muffled sentence to Craig, and when Kenny finished, the slightest sign of Craigs' eyes widening was shown, then masked by his usual 'whatever' attitude. He glanced once at me then…smiled.

"Alright dude," he said. "Cool."

I looked between them both, very confused. "What did you say to him?" I whispered to Kenny.

He leaned in close to me, his covered lips close to my ear. "You would have understood if you had to know." I looked at him skeptically and he conked his forehead against mine and looked at me apologetically. "Even angels have secrets," he whispered softly. And I found myself staring into his eyes.

I must have been staring for a while, because he blinked and said, "Butters? You okay?"

I started and moved my head back. "Uhm! Yes! Sorry, I'm f-fine."

I saw the lines of a smile as he moved his face away from mine and began conversation with the others.

Tweek stared at me and raised his eyebrows. I could feel my blush on my cheeks, and I laughed nervously.

He only smiled and shook his head, then took a deep drink from his coffee mug.

"Hey," Kenny whispered again, coming in close. "Keep a look out for your mystery person. I haven't heard you mention them in a while; let's keep searching, 'kay?" his eyes crinkled for me, and I nodded dumbly before he looked away.

My mystery person…

I looked around, even though truly, I had no urge to. All I could feel was Kenny's arm wrapped around my shoulder, leaning me into him.

Wait…something. I felt like I was being watched.

I hesitantly turned my head and see none other than Cartman sitting at a table behind us.

He was staring at me and the coldness in his eyes made me whip my head immediately straight.

I think Kenny's plan was working too well.

He looked furious.

….O^O….

I walked out of school with Tweek and Craig. Finally…finally Kenny had left to go to his locker. I took a deep breathe in as I stepped outside into the cool air. A nice breeze rolled by and I felt my hair lift around my face and smiled.

Yes. I like this.

Tweek tapped my shoulder and my eyes opened. I looked to the side and blinked in surprise.

It wasn't Tweek. Craig tapped my shoulder.

Ohmygoodness Craig is talking to me?

Oh. I should listen.

"We're going to go on ahead," he told me. "We're going to get him some coffee before he explodes."

We both turned to look at Tweek and watched as he was shaking furiously, gripping his empty coffee cup.

I stifled a laugh and nodded. "No problem," I smiled.

Craig nodded and just as his hand flew up and his middle finger was about to make an appearance, his other hand quickly covered his knuckled and held down his finger.

He cleared his throat and put his hands behind his back. I looked at him questionably and he shook his head.

"Tweek…uh…he freaks out whenever I do that."

I might be seeing things, but is he blushing?

"Bye." He turned around and sped off to Tweek.

I am so proud of him.

I chuckled and started in the direction of my house, feeling pretty good about my current mood.

But of course, the world is ironic, and just as I felt calm, things blew up in my face.

Pain forced its way up my arm as I was pushed into the same fence that Cartman had confronted me at the other day.

I gripped my forearm and glared at Cartman beneath my bangs.

"What's up, faggot?" he laughed loudly and took a step forward. I shrunk back into the gate.

"Listen Butters, I saw you hanging all over Kenny today. Why don't you get a fucking clue and stay away from him?" he gripped my collar and lifted me up. "He doesn't like you like that, so save yourself some embarrassment and stick with your fag friend Tweek." He dropped me and I fell to my knees.

He laughed loudly again and I saw him turn around to leave me on the floor.

His feet stopped though and there was a brief silence.

"Hey Kenny," he said. "What's up?"

My head lifted and I had to look around Cartman's body in order to see him.

Wow.

Kenny stood before Cartman, his hands lazily held in his pockets and his hood completely off his face. His jacket was even a little unzipped and you could see the top of an orange shirt peeking out.

But the most beautiful thing was that Kenny was smiling.

"Hey Cartman," he greeted clearly. "How are you?"

"Perfect, just perfect," Cartman replied. "Just teaching a lesson to those who need to be taught."

He looked around Cartman to meet eyes with mine. "Hey Butters, are you okay?" he smiled.

I blushed and looked at the ground, nodding only a little.

"Good," he said.

"Because if this fucker hurt you even more, I may have a death on my hands."

My head shot up and I stared at him in shock. Cartman even took a step back as he laid his eyes on Kenny's still smiling face.

"What the fuck dude?" Cartman said. Kenny frowned.

"Actually no," he mumbled. "I'm sorry Butters. That's not true. I can't kill anyone. Forget I said that." he smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry if I scared you."

I nodded slowly but still felt surprised.

"You see, I'm just really angry. I take my job very seriously, and this guy is making it very hard for me. I don't want to see you hurt Butters, especially if I have the ability to help you." He took a step forward and smiled widely at Cartman. "So I'm going to ask you kindly, Cartman, that you stop picking on Butters. Forever."

Cartman laughed. "You've got to be shitting me, dude. Why the fuck do you care about this faggot?" Cartman laughed some more. "God, it's like you care about him or something."

As Cartman laughed, I watched Kenny's face turn to a glare and a grim smile.

"I do," he whispered. He looked at me and nodded.

"I do."

I ignored my face feeling like flames to instead focus on the weird jump my heart made.

"Wait…what?" Cartman said.

"Please stop bothering Butters, Cartman. Or else I may have to do some things I would really rather not do. If you were just simply talking smack or hurting his pride, I would be able to just let you off with a warning." He paused. "But you're not. You're throwing him against fences and physically hurting him. I can't let you do that anymore."

Cartman held up his hands. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. All I'm trying to do is help you, dude. If you want to take care of him yourself, I'll leave him all to you." Cartman stepped to the side. "And you know what? I'll help you. Just to show you what kind of an awesome friend I am." I saw him smile before he turned around and gripped my collar again, lifting my high. I grabbed his wrists and flinched and gasped from the fabric wrapping tight around my neck. "Come on Kenny, let's show him!"

I looked over Cartman's shoulder but I didn't see Kenny.

Instead, I felt a strong pair of arms wrap tightly around my waist and lift me up out of Cartman's grasp.

I looked down to see two bright orange arms wrapped securely around me. I felt as Kenny's chin set itself softly against the top of my head. I gulped as Cartman looked at us both with the most confused look I had ever seen on his face.

"Leave him alone Cartman. Now." Kenny's chin slipped down to my shoulder.

"Butters is mine," he said, his voice sounding hoarse.

"and I don't like to share."

As the whisper left his lips I blushed as he kissed my neck. I'm not sure what face Kenny had, but Cartman stepped back, his eyes looked afraid before saying, "F-fucking faggots!" and running off before either of us could reply.

Not that I could. Kenny's lips were still against my neck and I could feel him smirking. My voice box seemed to be replaced at that exact moment, because instead of words I released a shaky breathe.

He held me tighter against him and cuddled his face into my neck. He breathed deeply and sighed against me, seeming to relax for a moment before kissing my neck once more and letting go.

I was unbalanced for just a second as he walked around me. I looked up at Kenny as he continued to walk without me.

He stopped suddenly and turned around. Smiling, he said, "Well Butters, ready to go home? You still have to tell me what your day was like."

I slowly stood straight at only stared at him. He stared steadily back.

As if nothing happened. As if he hadn't just been threatening one of the biggest bullies at school.

As if he didn't just say that I was his.

I clenched my fists and started walking. As I passed him I said, "Maybe you already know."

He chuckled and followed behind me. "But I would love to hear it from your point of view."

I grit my teeth and wanted to knock my knuckles together. My heart jumped suddenly as he came up behind me and ruffled my hair.

There it was. That one little thing.

And it was enough for me to begin my rant on how weird and exhausting this day was.

….^x^….

Well. There it is.
I don't know exactly how to feel about this chapter. I took me multiple days to write, because honestly, I kind of had no clue what I wanted.
But anyway I know basically what I want in the next chapter. Hopefully I'll be more happy with it ^^
Thank you for reading so far,
and please review!

~^/^

And p.s. yes…I really do hate Cartman. Not as much in the show, because I agree that if Cartman didn't exist, South Park wouldn't be as awesome. But in my stories…I'll make him off to be as horrible as I want XD