A/N: Fun fact, I based this off of something that happened to a friend in real life XD


"Hey Kenny, do you want to go out?"

Kenny nearly started choking on his own spit. Butters had to hit his back a few times before he could speak again. "What… what are you talking about, Butters?"

"I was asking if you wanted to go out, like how Stan and Kyle are?" Butters' blue eyes still looked worried. "Are you okay, Kenny? You look a little pale. Do you need water? I have some in my bag…"

Kenny numbly took the water bottle Butters handed him, thankful for the distraction it would offer. Give him a few moments to think.

Butters had just asked him out. Butters. He never would have guessed it, if it hadn't just happened. He had no idea how to answer him. It wasn't that Butters was unattractive, far from it actually. Butters was adorable. He wasn't ashamed to admit he'd thought about him sometimes, late at night when he couldn't get to sleep. If it was based on looks alone, he wouldn't have to think about accepting his offer.

But it was Butters. Sweet, trusting Butters who was his friend. Kenny wasn't the best guy in the world, and though he never meant to, he'd hurt plenty of people in the past. He couldn't hurt Butters like the others, couldn't take the happiness out of his pretty blue eyes.

No, he wouldn't let himself hurt him.

"Are you feeling better now, Ken?" Butters asked, smiling at him.

Kenny looked down at the plastic bottle in his hands, currently empty. He had finished the water without realizing. "Oh yeah, I guess. Listen, about what you said before."

"Yeah?" Butters asked, looking eager to hear his answer.

"I think you're great, you know that right?" He started, dreading having to say every word. "And you're a great friend, I definitely consider you one of my best friends."

Butters eyes widened and his cheeks colored. "Kenny, that's so nice of you to say—"

He held up his hand. "Please let me finish. You're a great guy, and anybody would be lucky to have you. But I'm not the kind of person you'd want to go out with. You're sweet and kind, and maybe I really would like to go out with you, but you could do better than me."

Butters looked confused. "Kenny, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about how even though I'm flattered that you would ask me out, I really don't think it's a good idea." He said, suddenly feeling like it was wrong to say that. Why wouldn't it's be a good idea? Maybe they could make it work somehow. He could always try to be a better person and—

"I… I was asking if you wanted to outside Kenny." Butters said, tilting his head towards the door. "You know, like how Stan and Kyle are right now? Mr. Oliver said that we could sit on the benches outside to do our homework."

"Oh." He said, his mind suddenly going blank. It seemed that he misunderstood.

"You thought I was asking you out?" Butters asked. His eyebrow furrowed in his confusion. "Did you want to go out with me?"

"What?" Kenny asked. He couldn't seem to make his brain work. "No. Yes. What?"

Butters looked uncomfortable for the both of them as he gathered his things and stood up. "I guess I should have been clearer with what I was askin' huh? I'll… I'll go ask Bebe if she wants to go outside with me."

"Butters, wait!" Kenny said. He stood up and grabbed his hand before he could get away. "I'll go outside with you."

His other hand twitched with the need to mash it with the hand Kenny was grabbing. "I don't want things to be awkward, Ken. If you feel the need to explain away me not-asking you out, you must really not like me…"

Oh great, by trying not to hurt him, he'd done even more damage. "Butters that's not it, I do like you. It was just a misunderstanding."

Butters bit his lip. "Well…"

Kenny hung his head. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."

"It's okay Kenny, I understand. It must be weird, thinking your guy friend wants to go out with you." He said, smiling.

He smiled back. "Does that mean you forgive me?"

"I do, but I don't think Mr. Oliver will." Butters said, glancing over Kenny's shoulder.

Kenny turned to see their teacher glaring down at him. "H-Hey Oli."

"Boys, you can either go outside or sit down" He said in his booming baritone. Even without the glare, Mr. Oliver was menacing. "But stop interrupting my class."

"Yes sir." They both said, taking their books and walking over to where Stan and Kyle were sitting. Kenny thought he heard Cartman calling them fags, but Mr. Oliver's angry voice reprimanding him made up for being unable to kick his ass.