Unexpected Revelation

Butters had to wait until he was told exactly what was going to happen. In the meantime, we were all sent back home. Why the hell was this happening? This was so unfair to the poor kid. He was just that. A kid. This was too much.

I left his place to go back to my place and practically empty out the last of my junk in my room. I had officially unintentionally moved into Butters's place. His mom and dad were going to cry or kill me when they came back. Oh well.

"Kenny?" A very familiar voice cut through my thoughts as I walked back to Butters's house. "Kenny, are you going back to school this next year?" Millie asked.

"It doesn't look like it. If Butters goes back to school, then, I'll do it, too. Right now, it looks bad."

"You know…" She looked like she was having trouble saying something.

"What?" I asked. "What is it?"

"Kenny, I'm sorry." she said softly. "But…"

"What?" I asked. "What is it you wanna say to me, Mills?"

"Well, Kenny, you're missing a lot. You're missing parties, and things. The carnival's still in town, and none of you guys have gone back again." she said. "Not, Token, Clyde, Craig. Not Tweek."

"Your point?" I asked as I rounded a corner and crossed the street.

"You have lives, too. Don't you think you've gotten way too wrapped up in Butters's illness?" she asked. "That's just what it is. Butters's illness! Not Kenny and Kyle's illness. Not Stan's illness. Hell, even Wendy won't do things like normal. Everyone's turning into some kind of depressed zombie. You've got your own life to live." she pressed.

"I can't… believe… you're saying this." I said softly. "Really, Mildred, really?" I asked. "Are you that cold?"

"Kenny, it's just, you seem to really… "love" Butters." She made air quotes around the word love.

"Are you looking for a chance with me?" I asked laughing hollowly. "Are you looking for a chance with me, Millie?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, I'm practically the only student in South Park that never got a taste of that McCormick charm." she said smiling. "And I'd like to be on call if things with you and Butters don't work out."

"What the hell are you saying?" I asked becoming angry. "I don't even know how we started talking about this!"

"Kenny, you've got a life of your own. Butters's life is not your life, and his illness is just that. His illness. You shouldn't let his health issues take over your life. Or, over your existence."

"That's just the thing, Millie. Leopold Stotch is my existence."

"You have lost everything. Butters is as good as dead, and you even know it." she spat. "You've lost sight of all your goals, your plans, everything."

"Know what?" I couldn't take this anymore. "Fuck off, Millie. I'm not afraid to hit a lady." I spat.

"Think about this, Kenny!" she yelled back. "Think about your future! You haven't even done that in a long while. Have you?"

"This is so unimportant and a waste of my time!" I yelled as I started jogging.

"You don't get it! Romances come and go, and obviously, you and that girlie little blonde were so not meant for each other. Besides, you strike me more as a straight type. You don't look gay."

I fully sped up and ran as fast as I could. Millie's words were still heard through the silence.

"He's as good as dead, Kenny, and you know it!" she yelled.

I ran as fast as I could, and burst in through the door. Butters was still lying on the couch, but his eyes were slightly open this time. He smiled softly when I walked in. I put my stuff down, and closed the door locking it. I walked over to him, and sat down. He instantly sat up, and scooted into my lap. I shivered a little as he did this. He softly uttered my name, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Millie was so wrong. I pulled him to me, and kissed him deeply. This… was… so… fucking right. I belonged here. He belonged with me.

"Where were you?" he asked yawning a little as his head fell into my shoulder.

"Gettin' more clothes." I said pointing to the stuff on the other couch. "How're you feelin' Butter Scotch?" I asked.

"Tired." he sighed. "Really tired. Kenny, I have to tell you something."

The look on his face told me that this was not something I wanted to hear. Yet, he mustered his courage, and let it go.

"I f-found a l-lump in my groin." The words were so soft I could barely hear him. Fuck.