Hi! This is my first fanfic ever, so I'm sorry if this is bad! I wanted to try out a little one shot, and there's no romance in this btw, because they're kids in this, and shipping them as children is kind of gross tbh.

So in this they're in fourth grade, so just canon age and stuff.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, all credit goes to Matt and Trey, the creators of South Park.

I hope you enjoy, and I'd love to hear any feedback, and I'm all ears for constrictive criticism, because all I want to do is improve my writing. Enjoy!

"Guys! My mom got me the new Smash Bros!" Cartman exclaimed triumphantly, turning to Kyle and sneered, sticking out his tongue, "Suck mah balls, Kahl!"

"Shut up, fatass!" Kyle screeched and his voice cracked. Along with Stan, Kenny ignored them as he walked to his cubby.

He took his hand-me-down Power Rangers backpack from the shelf, stuffing his ripped up notebook inside. He was about to walk away until he noticed an envelope peeking out from the top shelf. He stood on his tippy-toes to reach it, and ran his hands over the smooth manila paper of the envelope.

His name was written on the back in neat, pretty cursive. It reminded him of Wendy or Bebe's cursive, because it was all curvy and looped like a girl's. On the front, it was sealed tight from the licked glue on the envelope, and a heart sticker was added on for good measure. He was just about to rip it open.. until he felt Cartman whack him on the back of his head as he walked by, and laughed maniacally. Kenny grumbled and pocketed the letter as he followed his friends out of the classroom.

"Oh my god you guys! Kinny got a love letter!" Cartman said, laughing hysterically as Kenny narrowed his eyes at him, "Is that how poor people communicate their love?" Cartman cooed in a mockingly sweet voice, and roared in laughter at his own joke, slapping his knee as his laughter rivaled that of a snorting pig. Stan and Kyle ignored him, looking at Kenny curiously as they walked down the hall.

"Who's it from?" Stan asked, leaning closer in curiosity as Kenny pulled out the envelope once again.

Kenny shrugged, "No clue, haven't opened it yet," he said, though it was muffled by the thick fabric of his parka.

"Who do you think it is?" Kyle asked, inspecting the letter as he leaned over Kenny's shoulder to see it, "Maybe Wendy? Or no.. Wendy's writing is different than that…" Kyle trailed off, thinking over all the possible options.

"No way it's Wendy! Me and her are dating, remember?" Stan said, raising a brow as he looked at Kyle. Kyle nodded, and looked back down at the letter.

"Right, I forgot," Kyle said, and Stan rolled his eyes, "What about Bebe? No, maybe Heidi? Red? Nellie? Lola? Or maybe-"

"Okay, stop! Now you're just listing all of the girls," Stan said, and Kyle frowned as he tried to think. Kenny sighed and put the letter back in his pocket, looking at his friends, who argued over who it could be.

"Guys! It could be anyone!" Kenny said, interrupting them, "Fuck this, I'm gonna open it.." Kenny mumbled, pulling it out of his pocket, and ripping it open. It was neatly folded into thirds, and he smoothed out the creases as he unfolded it. His eyes landed on the same neat cursive on the envelope, though it was smaller so it would fit on the page.

"Dude! Read it!" Cartman said, peering over his shoulder, now including himself in the conversation.

"No fatass! What if it's personal?" Kyle argued, and Cartman turned his attention back to him. Cartman smirked, and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"That's what makes it even funnier, Kahl! Then we can rip on the retard that wrote it," Cartman laughed, and Kyle facepalmed.

"You can't do that! It's none of our business, anyway. We shouldn't even be looking at it, actually," Kyle said, giving Stan a pointed look, who was trying to make out the handwriting over Kenny's shoulder. Good thing cursive wasn't his strong suit. Stan sighed, and walked closer to Kyle, leaving Kenny to trail behind them as he read the letter.

'Dear Kenny,

Hello! I hope you find this okay, I tried to stick it in a place you could see it. I've tried to write this letter so many times now, but I think that this time will be the charm! Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is because I need to tell you something important, and I'm too much of a wuss to say it to your face.

I think you're really cool, Kenny! You're one of the nicest guys I've ever met, and you're the greatest friend that I could ask for. I know we don't hang out all too often, but I always have so much fun when we do! And I really appreciate how nice you are to me, even though all the other guys don't really feel the same way…

You're not stuck-up, fake, mean, or anything like all the other kids around here. And I really admire that about you! You're humble, nice, and really funny, I really hope you know that, because it sure would make me sad if you didn't.

I remember some bad things too, about you, but not that you're bad, it's just something bad happened, and I don't know if it's a dream or what, but we're best friends, right? Best friends are supposed to tell each other things, right? I just don't know if you'll take it the wrong way, but I have to say it, even though it scares me to death.

I remember you dying, Kenny. I remember that one time in Cartman's basement, when I was locked up in the dog cage; do you remember? Anyway, you were talking to Captain Hindsight and all the other guys, and you kept saying how you couldn't die, and I could tell you weren't lying, honest, because you just sounded so sad. And I couldn't see it exactly when it happened, but your corpse fell right in front of me, and a bullet had gone straight through your forehead. It was ringing in my ears really loud, and everyone was screaming, and Clyde was crying, and I was too.

And after that, I keep remembering you dying. And it's so scary, seeing you like that. I don't know if it's just my imagination or whatever, but it almost seems too real to just be a dream. But I feel like it would make sense, because I've had so many lapses in my memory before that, and.. It just makes sense now. And I get if this weirds you out, and you don't want to be friends anymore, but I had to tell you, because I don't think anyone else would believe me.

Love (your best friend :p),

Butters Stotch'

He froze in place as he read the last two paragraphs, not even caring that his friends were gone now, and probably already at Cartman's house. He folded it up and ran down the street, running as fast as he could, running past his friends as they went inside. They all stared at him in confusion, but went inside, not even questioning it.

The Stotch's house looked the same as it always did, which was exactly like every house in South Park; except for his, unfortunately. He ran up the empty driveway, up the steps, repeatedly ringing the doorbell. His hands were shaking, adrenaline running through his veins as thoughts swirled through his head.

Someone remembered… Butters remembered! It was so crazy for him to wrap his head around that he wouldn't have to feel like he was all alone in this anymore. And he just really hoped that this wasn't a dream, so he pinched himself hard to assure himself of that.

Footsteps thudded across the carpet from inside, and Butters opened the door, looking slightly disheveled. He looked surprised, but calmed when he saw Kenny standing in front of him.

"Oh, Kenny! What're you doing here?" he asked with a kind smile, his hands held in front of his stomach. Kenny huffed and lifted up the letter. Butters' eyes widened, and he moved aside to let Kenny in. Kenny took off his shoes, and followed Butters, who dragged him over to the couch.

"Di-Did.. What do you think?" Butters asked nervously, fiddling with his fingers. Kenny pulled down the collar of his parka, so Butters could hear him.

"Is it true? Do you really remember?" he asked, feeling hopeful. Butters nodded, looking at him earnestly.

"Of course, I wouldn't lie about it," Butters replied, and put a friendly hand on top of Kenny's, "I'm here for you, okay? That's what best friends are for!" Butters gave him a cheeky smile, and Kenny returned it.

"Thanks… I'm sorry if I've scared you with, um…" he trailed off, knowing that Butters knew what he meant. Butters scoffed, and shook his head.

"Well don't go on apologizin' now! I can't even imagine how horrifyin' it must be for you," Butters said, giving him a sympathetic smile. Kenny shrugged, he was kind of used to it now. Sure, it hurts, it really fucking hurts, but he was used to it.

"It's fine…" he trailed off, frowning slightly.

"Don't say that, Ken. I'm sure you're scared. There's nothin' wrong with that," Butters assured, patting his hand with a small smile.

"Yeah… yeah, you're right. I am scared. I never know when it's coming, and then I just wake up in my bed like nothing even happened, and no one ever remembers, and then I just have to laugh and nod, even though I have no clue what anyone's joking or talking about because I wasn't there, and it just sucks! It sucks, Butters! I just.. I feel so alone.." he said, looking down at his lap, trying to blink away the tears that blurred his vision.

Suddenly, he was pulled into warm, loving arms, rubbing his back, soothing him as he sobbed embarrassingly loud into Butters' shoulder. Butters whispered kind, gentle things into his ear, telling him that it's okay, he's not alone anymore.

"I'm gonna be right here, little buddy, okay? If you ever need someone to talk to about this, I'm all ears," Butters said softly, rubbing circles into his back, even though he wasn't crying anymore.

"Thanks, Leo."