YAY an update. Told ya guys. ;) This is major fluffy. Major! And this has only about 2 more chapters left, after this chapter ends. No plan's for a sequal. Well, not yet. I just don't see how I could. This story has no sequal potential. Buuut, I will be updating let Your Love be the Death of Me after this story ends, which i encourage all to read, as i think it's fantabulous. I love all my readers who love this story, and all the ideas I've gotten for it. Sooo here's teh fluffy chapter!


CHAPTER 7

Did he just say what I think he said?

"You did what?!"

"I said I was sorry!"

"So, I was apart of some freak show dare, huh?"

"Well, y-yes, I-I mean no! I mean-" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I needed the money!"

Holy Hell. The whole entire school is staring. The freshies are giggling, staring in awe, at the fight. The sophomore are puzzled, and the seniors are pointing and laughing.

I can't take the embarrassment. I cant take it anymore. I can't, I can't, I can't fucking take it.

I run out of the school, down to Starks Pond. I try to run from the pain, of the old memories, from the present, and the past.

I run hoping to loose myself, hoping that something will swallow me whole, leaving the embarrassment behind.

I run, hoping that this has been a long as hell dream, and I'm still in fourth grade, drawing with crayons, and coloring outside the lines.

And reality hits.

I'm not dreaming.

I'm not Butters.

I'm still Marjorine.

I run into someone.

What the?

"Who is that?"

"Reenie."

"Who-who are you?"

"It's me, well you. Er. Oh biscuits, I'm not good at this."

"Bu-Butters?" I choke out, confused.

"I guess. Yeah, You're going to be grounded, for missing school missy. I sure as heck, am glad I'm not in the place of you right now."

I chuckle at my old fear of being grounded.

"What do you want?" I call out, I think I'm calling out? Maybe it's just the voice in my head, or maybe he is real. I can't tell.

"That Kenny-boy sure is a nice fella. He don't mean to hurt you like that. He was just doin that 'cuz he-he cares an all. Anyway's, I've gotta go, or dad'll ground me for being in a memory."

"Butters?" I say silently, a smile forming.

"What? Marjorine, are you feeling okay? You've been talking to yourself for the past fifteen minutes. It's werid."

"I'm fine." I say, getting pulled up, dusting off my skirt. "Thanks.. Kenny?"

"Listen Marjorine, I'm sorry. And about before, I know it was wrong of me to judge you. I was just scared, that's all. Forgive me?"

I try to hide my smile, but it doesn't work.

"Yea, I forgive you. I know how tempting forty dollars can be for a poorass boy like you."

"And about that pity date, I'm sorry. Cartman promised me an extra twenty bucks if I kissed you, but, I promise you, I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow night, me you, South Park County Fair. Deal?"

I nod. I couldn't help it. Kenny was pulling his child like attitude on me. What;s not to love?

Seriously, how could I stay mad at him?