"Well gee Mr. Mackey, we really didn't mean to cause any trouble." Butters said to the counselor sitting across from him. "If my parents find out I was being 'friendly' with my boyfriend they'd be awful sore."
"Mkay," Mr. Mackey started with signature phrase he'd been using since Butters was in grade school. "Butters, it would be different if you just kissing Kenny in the hallway, but the two of you were caught with Kenny's hand down your pants. That's not appropriate school behavior mkay? If you guys want to do that at home, that's fine, but on school grounds that bad."
Butters looked down at his lap and tapped his closed fists together nervously. "Are you going to call my parents?" The blonde asked fearful of what could happen if his parents found out. It had long stopped just being groundings when it came to his punishments. It had become much more physical when it came to Butters being in trouble.
The older man let out a sigh and shuffled his papers around on his desk. "Mkay, Butters, I'll tell you what, if you work at the concession stand for next three basketball games, I'll consider it your punishment." He must have sensed how scared Butters really was. That would be the only way to explain it.
Nodding quickly Butters agreed, having to stop himself from leaping up and hugging the man he had known since childhood. A lot of people thought Mr. Mackey was incapable of doing his job, which, for the most part he was, but today, that didn't matter, because Butters was grateful for him. "I really appreciate it Mr. Mackey. Why, you're a swell guy you know that?"
Waving his hand to dismiss him Mr. Mackey smiled sheepishly. "You're a good kid mkay? Just don't go getting frisky in the halls. That's bad mkay?"
"Thanks again Mr. Mackey." Butters said as he left the office to find Kenny leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his leg shivering. He must have been afraid what could have happened to Butters too. As soon as he saw Butters he jumped to his feet and looked up at Butters grabbing his face.
Kenny searched for any fear on Butters face but when he found nothing, the fear on his own face faded. "He didn't call them?" Kenny asked quietly.
"No sir he did not." Butters brushed Kenny's hair from his face and cupped his cheek. "I just have to do some work at the basketball games. I don't mind. It's better than what could have happened."
Kenny shifted on his feet. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have-" Butters pressed a finger to his lip and stopped him from continuing.
"We were both at fault Ken. We just have to be a more careful is all."
Kenny nodded as Mr. Mackey opened the door and cleared his throat causing the boys to part. "Mkay, come on in Kenny. It's your turn."