Stan's POV:
"I'm sorry, Butters."
"Gee, for what, uh Stan?"
"For the pot. I broke your flower pot, I'll pay you back."
"No need for that Stan! It's just a flower pot, you only dropped it out of shock. Eric drops my flower pots all the time!"
"On purpose?"
"Of course not, Eric might seem mean but if you spend enough time with him you'll see under that mean exterior, he is just a big softie in need of a good hug!"
"I'm also sorry about… Wendy…"
"Oh…"
"I'm truly so sorry, Butters…"
"I-It's ok, Stan…"
Just hearing Butters say it's ok when he quite literally almost got killed by my own girlfriend makes me skin itch. he looks at me his face softening
"It's not ok Butters, she almost killed you."
He puts his hands on my shoulders
"It's ok Stan, I promise."
Our faces inch closer, i put my hand on his cheek and he looks at me sweetly
"Hey Butters…"
"Yes Stan?"
"Can I kiss you?"
"Of course."
Our lips pressed together. His lips were warm and soft, making my heart beat faster and faster as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him in closer. He wraps his arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. He parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.
"Woah dude."
We stopped, pulling apart and looked towards the door to see Kyle standing at the door way. Butters walked to the other side of the garden pretending to put something up
"Hey Kyle, what's up?"
"Stan… Are you gay?"
"What??"
"Are you gay?"
"Yes,"
"Yes!?"
"No? I-I don't know dude!"
"Even if you are, I fully accept you dude, but what about Wendy?"
"Tell me what?"