Finally! Update=]
Sorry it took that long, I was not allowed to use the computer. This chapter is kinda long, but I think it was necessary to portray the Butters I want to portray.
The uneasy night didn't just go away when the sun rose up from behind the top of the ever-frosted Rockies. It was as if it faded into the gloomy morning of this Saturday. Tiny raindrops drizzled from the gray sky despite the fact that September was approaching.
Butters woke up hearing the sound of raindrops hitting his window. Kenny was still there, passed out like he had just returned from a triathlon. Butters rose up and started his mechanical ritual to start his day – brushing his teeth, combing his too-soft hair that never seem to ply, putting on his shirt and buttoning it up. Then he walked towards his window. Butters loved looking out of the window, especially when he's grounded. It's interesting what you can see out of the window sometimes… people never know that you are looking at them. He also loved raining; everything looks so blurry when it rains, just like a dream, but the sound keeps bringing you back to reality… Kenny's car was still in the driveway. The rain suddenly got heavier, washing away everything on the streets. Everything just flowed with the water, going slowly down the drain. Butters suddenly had the impression that the debris on the street were being sucked in by the drain instead of flowing down by itself, as if some invisible, unknown force was hiding in the sewer, causing everything to plummet down there.
(It's all going down, down, down…)
As the years went by, Butters had learned that things never stay the same, they change as time inexorably marches on. People come and go, but people themselves stay the same. It's strange. Time never stops to let you think. Butters had woke up one morning, realizing he's not nine years old anymore, he was in 7th grade back then, school days just flew by and then summer would start and end… before he realized he was tall enough to reach the top rim of the door, he was already halfway through high school.
But what's even stranger was South Park, it never changed (just like a person). South Park stays the same, as if it was frozen by the Colorado snow, preserved by an invisible glass sphere just like one of those you could get in the gift shop at the exit of the town, only it didn't look as dreamy and fluffy.
Butters couldn't say he didn't like South Park, it's just… he wished he could move somewhere else, but South Park was the place where he was born and raised, he just didn't know where else would he go if he needed to leave South Park. Butters then recalled this conversation he had with his parents one day when they were watching the traveling channel.
"Your mother and I should move to Yuma after you graduate college, Butters." Stephen said in his usual fatherly tone.
"Why Dad? I rather like Denver."
"We hate the urban city life, it's so noisy and restless… we are getting old Butters, we want to be near the country." His father explained.
Butters hated the idea of his parents getting old. Sure, at the age of forty-seven, Stephen was as fiery as ever when he discovered that his son didn't do what he says; but as if a lion was getting old, he didn't have the strength to enforce his authority anymore, even though Butters still followed what he says out of respect. Butters knew his parents truly cared about him, it's just they have a unique way of showing it. They always wanted Butters to be the best, so he didn't have to repeat the middle-class life they were so miserably stuck in… Sometimes Butters would become tired of their high expectations, what's wrong with just being like everyone else? He wouldn't mind a desk job… But, as all boys are with their fathers, Butters also hated to disappoint him. That's why he always tried to excel, trying better than his best to earn that little compliment that never came. However, Stephen would only put his son down every time, making him feel inadequate, hoping it would somehow encourage him to do better – That's not good enough Butters, I know you can do better than this. There was no such thing as – We know you tried son, it's OK, we know you gave it your best.
(Not good enough Butters, not good enou…)
"You remember that time we were stuck with that time-share condo guy? That was horrible! It's another reason why I don't like big cities like Aspen or Denver. Someone is always trying to make money out of you." Linda said.
"But Mom, what's wrong with South Park? Can't you guys stay here?"
The answer never came. As if they didn't hear their son at all. Stephen continued staring at the TV mindlessly while his wife left the living room to do the dishes.
"Butters?" Kenny's voice came through and brought Butter's nostalgic mind back to the present.
"Good morning Kenny!" Butters turned around and beamed, shutting down the flow of painful memories.
"Ah… What time is it?" Kenny groaned and stretched, messaging his own shoulder.
"It's ten."
"Oh, I almost forgot I promised Stan and Kyle we'd meet and talk about the thing."
"What thing?"
"Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure, but what are you guys gonna talk about?"
"You'll know when we get there."
"O-OK. There's new tooth brush and towels in the top cupboard."
Through the bathroom door came the noise of running water. Butters walked into the bathroom where he found Kenny brushing his teeth.
"Butters, can you call up Stan or Kyle to tell them to choose a place to meet?" Kenny mumbled with foam in his mouth.
"Alright."
Butters rushed back to his room and called Kyle, since his number was his second speed dial, the first being Kenny's, even though he didn't call Kenny much.
Through the phone croaked Stan's voice,
"Hello?"
"Uh, Kyle? Is that you?"
"No, Kyle's in the bathroom taking a shower. This is Stan." Stan sounded like he just woke up.
"Kenny wants me to tell you guys to choose for a place to meet."
"Oh, OK, I'll tell Kyle that, we'll call you back."
"Alright, bye."
Sometimes Butters would wonder what was the secret behind the closeness between Stan and Kyle. Why can't Kenny treat me as Stan treats Kyle?
"Do you think your parents are going to be mad when they see me?" Kenny asked as he put on his parka and felt for his car keys in his pocket.
"I don't think they are awake yet."
"Well, that's good, c'mon." Kenny grabbed Butters's hand and started walking out of the room and downstairs. They got out of the house as quietly as possible and the rain sprinkled on their faces as they stepped outside. Kenny started the engine as soon as they got into the car.
"Where did Stan say we gonna go?"
"He said Kyle was in the shower and they'll call us back. I think he just woke up."
"Well then we better call Craig up now and I guess I should choose the place to meet." Kenny said as he backed up his car from the drive way.
Butters didn't like talking to Craig; he's always so intimidating…
"It's OK Butters, I'll call Craig." Kenny said, as if he had read Butter's mind.
How come I can't read his mind?
"Hey Craig. Yeah, sorry to call you up this early, ah, I was wondering if you and Tweek wanna hang out with us at, say, City Wok? I'm tired of fast food."
There was a pause as Craig talked back through the phone.
"Alright, man, cool, I'll see you guys there."
None of them said a word after Kenny hung up, and the only sounds heard were the rhythmatic beat of the windshield wipers and raindrops hitting on the surface of the car.
Butters watched in silence as each raindrop on the window grew larger and slide down out of his sight.
"Why did you come to see me last night?"
"Because I missed you."
"Why?"
"I just did."
Why is Kenny always hiding things from me? Butters thought bitterly. I hate that! Why can't he just tell me everything? Or maybe it's me… Maybe I'm just not –
(Not good enough, Butters. Not good enough…)
"Here we are." Kenny pulled over as they arrived at City Wok.
"Do you think I'm not good enough for you?" Butters finally summoned up his courage and asked.
Kenny sighed, cupping Butter's tiny face with his gloved hands, using his thumb to brush away the tears that were welling up from his eyes.
"No, I am the one who's not good enough." Kenny replied, then kissed Butters firmly on his lips.
"I'm sorry, Butters."
Trying to reveal the depressed side of Butters. I know the beginning is long and boring, but I actually quite like it. I don't know, I like painful flashbacks XD
Next up is some Stan and Kyle, still no smut, but I promise there will be some, I already have their dialogues written!