Author's Note: Hey, I'm sorry this took me a while. School took up a lot of my time and I was unsure about continuing, but I was surprised when I received 7 reviews! To be honest, I was only expecting 1. 3 at the most. And so, when I decided to continue I didn't know how to continue from my last chapter and I wanted to keep them all in character, you know, which I think is the hardest thing to do when writing a fic, so I wasn't sure what to do. And then when I wrote it out, I was constantly rewriting and reediting and finally I was like, "Screw it." So here it is! Hope you like it. Oh, and Angela Jewell, I don't really think I'm gonna get too serious with this fic because to be honest, it makes me laugh too, so I don't blame you. When I wrote the first chapter all I did was laugh, but anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it. AND I'm especially happy that you enjoyed it, Falisha, since it was your challenge. And so, without further ado, here is chapter 2.

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"So, Kenny," Stan began. "Tell us about this secret of your's."

Kenny stopped. "Secret?" came his muffled reply. His heart began to race. They knew? How did they find-Butters! I can't believe he-

"We know about the blonde," Kyle interrupted.

Kenny dropped his fork as his heart continued to beat faster and faster. Here it came. All the ridicule and humiliation he had been trying to shield himself from was coming. He lowered his head in shame and tried to embrace it.

"Dude?" Stan asked as he looked at Kenny. Stan turned to Kyle questioningly, but Kyle shrugged and they turned to look at Kenny again.

"Uh, don't you remember about the blonde?" Kyle asked. "You told us about her yourself."

Kenny cocked his head a look of confusion surfacing on his face as he looked up at them.

"Yeah," Stan confirmed. "You mentioned a hot blonde yesterday. You said you were meeting up with her."

Girl? Kenny thought. What girl? He paused for a moment to think and then it came to him. Butters! He remembered now. On the previous day during lunch he had accidently revealed that he had slept with someone when the topic had somehow brought it self up as it usually always did one way or another. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman had been only momentarily surprised when he had told them. They repeatedly asked who, but all Kenny mentioned was that the person had been a blonde. Kenny had never mentioned the person's sex, but they had automatically assumed it had been a girl when in fact it had been a boy.

"So what's her name?" Stan asked.

Kenny smiled to himself thinking of the previous night. His grin become wider. "Butters-" He cut himself off.

"Butters?" Kyle and Stan asked in unison. Their faces were contorted with disgust.

"Uh. . ." Kenny thought for only a second and added, "Butter's what we used!"

"Dude!" they shouted.

"For a second I thought you meant Butters," Kyle replied.

Kenny laughed to calm his nerves, but he sighed inwardly. They don't know a thing, he said to himself.

"I can understand ice cream," Stan said.

"Or whip cream," Kyle contributed.

"Or even chocolate syrup," Stan added. "But butter?"

Kenny shrugged. "It tasted good to me." He smiled from ear to ear. "Pretty damn good."

Stan and Kyle expressed their disgust again, but laughed soon after as Kenny grinned. In no time at all Butters appeared at the table and Kenny's calm exterior began to crack.

"W-well hello, fellas," he greeted.

"Hey, Butters," Stan replied.

"Hey," came Kyle's voice.

"Hi," Kenny said as he hid his face in his hood. His cheeks were burning with embarrassment. He hoped nothing would accidently come up in the conversation that would reveal his relationship with Butters. He just wasn't ready for that. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready for it. But Butters smiled sweetly at him. Kenny caught the smile, but returned only a fake, uncertain one before looking away. Butters frowned at the dismissal, but he didn't let it get him down. Not completely, anyway.

He made his way next to Kenny and sat himself down. Kyle and Stan began to talk and soon they had all been engrossed in a conversation, enjoying one another's company making jokes and poking fun at one another. Everything was just fine until Cartman rolled on by. There was a gleam in his eyes that showed he was up to something. There was no denying it. Cartman was plotting something. Something. . .unpleasant.

"Hey, guys," he said as he sat down. The smile on his face was a mischievous one that expressed something so malevolent that it made Kenny's spin tingle with nervousness and fear. For a second he prayed that Cartman would say something stupid to Kyle about anything that would make him angry. Then he'd be saved from whatever it was that Cartman had against him. What made it worse was Butters. Kenny knew he meant no harm by his actions, Butters rarely ever did, but feeling his hand on his beneath the table had both startled him and angered him at the same time. He hadn't expected it and he had been outraged to think he would try something like that in the environment they were in. Everyone was around and Cartman-Cartman-was sitting at the table!

"Butters!" he shouted. The blonde boy was taken aback by the outburst and his friends were left confused and speechless.

"What happened?" Stan asked.

Kenny didn't reply instead he stormed away and out of the cafeteria. He made his way into the hall and continued to the boys' bathroom. Once inside he rested against the wall. It seemed to cool him off from the heat of his anger. Shortly after, Kenny heard the bathroom door move. He looked turned to look, expecting to see Stan and half expecting to see Cartman, but there was no one.

"Uh, Kenny?" came Butters's soft, uncertain voice. Kenny turned away from the door in frustration as he walked to the window. "Are you alright in there?"

Kenny shook his head. Butters just didn't get it sometimes.

The door opened and Butters pocked his head in. He was concerned, Kenny knew he was and he meant well, but he didn't want to be disturbed. He just wanted to be alone. Just for a while and besides, if anyone were to see them together. . .alone in the bathroom. . .

Butters stepped inside with caution. "Kenny?"

"Why'd you come here?"

"I-I was-"

"Do you know that if Cartman or the other guys were to catch us in here together they'd get suspicious?"

Butters didn't reply. He tried, but he couldn't.

"Cartman already knows something," Kenny continued. "Did you see that gleam in his eye! He knows something. Maybe even too much."

Butters approached cautiously as Kenny continued to go on. "What if Cartman knows? What then!" He was becoming frantic now. He didn't like this burden he had. The burden of keeping a secret that you knew would leave you alone if it were exposed. He knew it wasn't like him, but he couldn't help himself. He placed his hands on his hood, clearly expressing his frustration and frantic state.

"I-is it a bad thing that Cartman knows?" Butters asked.

"What do you mean?" Kenny asked in return as he turned to the blonde boy, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Had Butters said something to him? "You mean he does know!"

Butter quickly shook his head in response. "N-no." Butters paused only for a moment. "But if he knew, would it be bad?"

"What do you mean, 'would it be bad'!" Kenny said. "Of course it would! Do you know what hell is like?"

Butter shook his head.

"Well, I do," Kenny replied. "And it'll be just like that if Cartman knew. Our lives would crash and burn."

Butters let his head fall gently allowing the sadness to consume him. Kenny shook his head. He didn't like treating him this way, but it was just that Butters was so. . .so. . .not with it sometimes.

"But at least we'd have each other, right?" he said as he lifted his head to look at Kenny.

Kenny didn't say anything as he leaned against the wall, looking at his shoes. Butters took one step forward and lifted Kenny's chin and smiled whole-heartedly. "We'd still have each other, right?" he repeated. Kenny only sighed, but Butters's smile never fell. He leaned forward, tilting his head and Kenny closed his eyes naturally giving Butters the permission to kiss him. Why not? he said to himself, completely giving in. He knew that this day would be one of those days where everything went wrong no matter how hard you tried to fix it. If it were going to be that kind of day, and he knew it would be, then why not have the ability to say at the end of the day that he had at least a moment, one special moment of the day where he was actually at peace and comfort? Why not let this be that moment?

The door began to slowly open and Kenny's eyes flashed open, so much for his one special moment. He pushed Butters away just in time. In just seconds after, Cartman opened the door. A sly grin plastered on his face. "I was worried about you, Kenny," he said, his voice seemed to give away fake concern and something else. "I thought I could help cheer you up, but I guess Butters is doing a fine job all his own."

"Kenny?" Came Stan's voice from behind him. "You okay, man?"

Kenny looked straight at Cartman as if he hadn't heard Stan call him and maybe he hadn't, but at that moment Kenny was certain that Cartman knew something. Something he'd use against him to make his life a living hell. But if he had been to hell and back, literally speaking, then was it possible to turn this around?

Kenny wasn't sure, but somehow he'd figure out just how to keep Cartman from telling everyone. Somehow. Someway. He'd stop him or die trying.

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I love you guys. Lol.

Jess