I should have posted this a couple of days ago but I didn't have the time, sorry!
Anyway, here it is :)

Ladylove1335 wrote in a review that she hadn't understood the title until now and she wondered if that was bad, I can tell you all that it's not. We had no idea what to name our fanfic and I told HennaanneH that she could choose, she had trouble choosing a title as well so we just took the title from a random David Bowie song xD (I'm not the one who listens to his music, HennaanneH is :p) I think that the title works just fine since they are a lot of lying and keeping secrets in it. What do you guys think?
I really suck at coming up with titles and writing summarys and that kind of shit, but I hope you enjoy the story anyway, and if you do we really appreciate reviews! :)

South Park belongs to Matt Stone & Trey Parker, but this story is written by us and this chapter is written by HennaanneH. Enjoy!


School was over and Marjorine and Kenny were making out on his the bed. It was exciting for her to be in Kenny's house, she didn't care about the dirty floors, worn out furniture, weird smell and cracked walls. He had at least hidden the girl posters Marjorine knew he had.

She had her arms on his neck and suddenly jerked.

"You have a cut here" She stroked it carefully with a worried look on her face "what happened?"

Of course Kenny couldn't tell her that Stan liked cutting Kenny during sex for some emo-reason. So what was he going to say? She would probably forget all about it if he said something very shocking.

So this was it, Kenny was going to tell Marjorine that he knew her secret. She would instantly forget about the cut (until she sees the rest of his wounded body) and then they could celebrate 'Kenny style'.

"Marjorine I kno- "

There was a knock on the door, Kenny sighed and pulled away from Marjorine.

At the doorstep stood Stan pissdrunk, almost incapable of standing.

"Dude, it's like five pm, how are you already wasted?" Kenny frowned at Stan who was trying not to collapse.

"I uh, y- you eh you told me um, you- you told me I- I ah, could come over any t- time eeh, biaath!" Stan sluddered those words and fell into Kenny's arms.

"Stan, go home. I'm with Marjorine right now and you are seriously messed up. I never thought I'd say this, but you should go talk to Kyle. I like you better sober anyways" Stan was pushed away and fell to the ground crying. He couldn't think straight, everything was spinning. For some reason he didn't want to think about Kyle, he wanted to sleep with Kenny instead. Yeah that sounded much better.

With a lot of effort, Stan grabbed Kenny's leg and climbed upward. Kenny sighed and helped him up. When he finally could stand straight, he stuck his tongue in Kenny's mouth. Kenny almost went along and then reminded himself of Marjorine who could walk out from his room any minute.

"Fuck, I want to Stan. But not now, come back tomorrow" Kenny pushed once again away Stan and closed the door wondering if he would be okay.
But he didn't think that was his problem.

What did Stan want?

Marjorine were standing against the door in Kenny's room listening, trying to understand what they were talking about. It almost sounded like they were kissing right before Kenny suddenly shut the door.

She hurried back to the bed and tried to look innocent. She giggled a little thinking how silly of her to even think that Kenny would make out with Stan, you know thinking of that the main reason she's dressing up as a girl, is because Kenny isn't gay.

"You didn't eavesdrop, did you?" Marjorine stopped giggling and saw Kenny standing in the doorway looking confused. She hadn't noticed that he opened the door.

"No, no, I was laughing cause... I just thought of something very funny.. Who was at the door?" Kenny sat down beside her on the bed, smiling so she wouldn't think that something was wrong.

"Just Stan, he is having some trouble with Kyle."

That didn't shock Marjorine at all. "Yeah, Kyle has been acting very weird. I'm a bit worried about him... I.. Think he's been cutting himself, which reminds me of your cut. She leaned toward Kenny and gently kissed his cut and then waited for an explanation.

How was he going to reveal her secret? Should he say 'I know who you are!' No, to dramatic. Should he rape her? Nah... That's probably not a good idea.

Maybe just.. Say her real name. How would she/he react?

Marjorine wouldn't care, but Butters might freak out or something.

Kenny put his mouth next her ear and whispered. "Butters" Then pulled away waiting for her reaction. She immediately stiffened. It felt like a slap across the face.

Butter's stopped breathing and didn't feel as confident as before. It was like Marjorine died inside of him. The wig and outfit just felt stupid.

Kenny knew? Then why is he still there, he should be as far from Butters as he can.

This didn't make sense at all. Butter's noticed that he needed air so he tried to exhale, but for some reason he just kept inhaling.

"Eeh.. Marj- I mean Butters, are you okay? Please say something or at least breathe!"

Butters couldn't inhale any more, his lungs felt like they were about to explode and his face turned purple. Within 2 seconds, Butters had fallen into Kenny lap. Okay, maybe Kenny should have told Butters in another way. Damn it! What are you supposed to do when someone faints?

Kenny carefully lay Butters in his bed and nervously fingered in Kyle's phone number. He grinded his teeth while waiting for what felt ten minutes before Kyle finally answered the phone.

"Yeah?" Kyle answered with a low depressing voice, this probably wasn't a good time calling him but it didn't matter.

"Hey, so to say if someone fainted.. What the fuck do you do?" In the phone there was another voice telling Kyle to get back to bed. Maybe Stan. Probably not.

"Do you mean someone or do you mean Marjorine?" Kyle sounded tired and annoyed.

"Well I told her that I knew and she stopped breathing and just fell onto me!"

"What? Well is he breathing now?" Oh, smart. He should definitely check that.

He stared at him, lying on the bed so peacefully. Breathing? Yes.

"He is alive but, but not moving. Kyle what should I- oh never mind he's starting to move, byyee!" Kenny quickly hung up, his eyes not leaving Butters.

While Butters slowly regained consciousness, Kenny admired him. He didn't love Butters but he was really moved by the things Butters had done just to be with him. That must be the nicest thing anyone ever done for him.

He wondered if Butters would mind wearing the wig and outfit everyday even though his secret was relieved. Because Kenny really liked the way Butters looked, and Butters seemed to be comfortable.

"You scared me there Butters" Kenny smiled toward him when he had his eyes clear open.

"s-sorry K-Kenny..." Butters were very uncomfortable and started grinding his knuckles together. He also felt a bit dizzy

How could this have been Marjorine just a few minutes ago? Butters had immediately changed personality and looked shyer than ever. Was he schizo or something? "It was my fault Butters, don't apologize. You should be more like Marjorine"

"I-I know b-but I can't understand why you still l-like me."

It was weird for Kenny, seeing Marjorine but hearing Butters talk.

"I've known since the party that you're not really a girl, but I don't care. For me you are still Marjorine" Kenny fiddles with Marjorines' fake hair. "Do you like your outfit?" Marjorine lay there with Kenny leaning over her and smiled.

"Do you?" She giggled and bit her lip.

There she was, Butters was gone again..

"Fuck yeah!"

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