A/N: Ok...So I'm a complete and total dirt bag...not updating for a year and then I realized that the end that I had for this chapter would get me more haters than I already have...so I went ahead and posted chapter 5 with it...so you should all tell me how epically I fail...if anyone is still ready this...

Escaping the Truth

A Kenny and Butters- err I mean Leo Slash

Chapter 4:

"Who the hell came up with the idea that being locked in a closet counts as a date?"

Groaning and soft moans assaulted my ears as I lay in my bed. Glancing at the clock I saw that it read 6:27. Fuck. Turning over in my twin sized bed I attempted to muffle the sounds out with my pillow. It didn't work. Pushing hard against my ears I started singing in my head, but nothing seemed to work. Growling I jumped out of bed, walked the three feet to my door and was about to yank it open but then thought maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Pounding my fist against the wood I screamed their names, "Kyle! Stan! You better not be doing that on my couch!"

There was a short silence where I heard the springs squeak in my couch and nearly groaned out loud. "We're-ahhh- not. Oh!" Kyle yelled back to me.

"Yes you are! Don't lie to me, you sons of bitches!" I pounded on the door to add emphasis to my words. "At least do it in the shower so I don't have to clean up after you guys!" Silence hung in the air. Pressing my ear against the door I heard their panting breaths and then the sound of my bathroom door being shut. That was followed shortly by the sound of water running and more moaning and groaning. At least now it's muffled by the water, stupid fuckers.

I was wide awake now and there was no point in trying to go back to bed. Making the bed and getting dressed, I listened for the sound of the water to shut off. Hearing the water continuing to splash, I sighed hoping that they would come out soon so that my water bill wasn't outrageous. Making my way into the corner kitchen, I made me a toasted PB&J. Munching on the sandwich I waited, and waited, and waited for Stan and Kyle to get out. Glancing at the clock on the stove I saw that it was 7:34. Well, shit. Not bothering with the two rabbits in the shower I grabbed my bag and ran out the door.

Lunch was fan-fucking-tastic with Stan and Kyle in lunch detention for being an hour late to school. Not to mention Cartman was M.I.A. at the moment. No one had seen him since yesterday and I wondered vaguely if Wendy had something to do with that. Sitting by myself at our usual table I wondered where I could get some food. I usually stole off of everyone else's plates but since no one was here, well, I was shit out of luck.

I caught Leo walking out the cafeteria doors towards the concrete picnic tables outside. He was sitting by himself and seemed a little lonely. Hmmmm, maybe he'll share his food. With nothing to carry, I walked out the doors and sat across from him. He glanced up and instantly went cold towards me. He made to grab his tray and leave but I stopped him when I said, "Sorry."

He watched me warily now. Seeing my sincerity he nodded. "What exactly are you sorry about?"

"For making you uncomfortable."

"That's it?" he was asking through a mouthful of hamburger.

"Well, what else is there?" My brows furrowed as I eyed his French fries.

"Oh, I don't know. How about for jumping me, cornering me, biting me, just to name a few." His sarcasm was so thick a knife could cut it.

I grinned at what I had done. He didn't seem to find it as amusing as I did because he was scowling at me now. "Ok. So perhaps I shouldn't have done those things but I just couldn't resist. You're too damn cute not to tease."

"I am not cute." He was pouting now. Oh maybe Butters is still in there somewhere. Ah, Butters.

"Oh, yes you are. You're as cute as you are gay." Oops and it was going so well.

His eyes flashed lighting. "I. Am. Not. Gay."

Well since the good mood is already ruined. "Yes, you are."

"What makes you think that? Huh?" His food was now forgotten as he folded his arms and glared at me hostilely.

"Do you want a list?" Reaching over I nabbed his fries.

"You have a list?" he looked at me as if I was stupid for having a list. "Why do you have a list?"

Swallowing a few fries I said, "In case you asked me one day."

He was intrigued now, you could tell because he had leaned against the table and was looking at me intensely. "So? What's on this list?"

Finishing off the fries I wiped my hands on my ragged pants. "You love Hello Kitty."

He jerked back at this. "No I don't!" he was whispering at me. Looking around he seemed to be making sure no one was listening.

"Really? Then what is this?" Pulling out a pencil I had bought on the way to school, I waved it in front of his face.

He swallowed and seemed transfixed by the Hello Kitty pencil complete with a dangly charm. "T-t-that's not mine. Nope, not mine."

"Are you sure? I saw you drop it this morning walking down the hallway."

His gazed moved away from the pencil and met mine as his brows furrowed. "It's not mine."

"Hmmm, well that's too bad. Guess I'll have to just throw it away." Turning a little so that I could aim for the trashcan I felt his arm stop me and take the pencil. Looking at him there was a pink tinge to his cheeks.

"You can't j-just go and throw away a perfectly good pencil."

A grin spilt my face as I said, "Just admit it. You love Hello Kitty."

Sighing in defeat he whispered, "Yes. So what else is on this list?"

"You dressed as a girl."

"Hey! That was one time!" He was on his feet now and had shouted his response causing people to look at us in confusion. Sitting down quickly a blush stained his cheeks. "That doesn't count, or matter," he said but this time softer.

"Right, right," My sarcasm coloring my voice, "lets just ignore all the cross dressers and transvestites out there and you're totally right."

"Just because I was forced to dress as a girl that one time does not mean that I'm gay."

I looked at him saying nothing to his comment.

Leaning away he asked warily. "What?"

"One time?"

"Yes!"

Giving a little nod I let it go. "Okay, moving on. You went on a date with Cartman."

"I did what?" his voice became shrill and he once more stood up. Slamming his hands down on the table he glared t me viscously. "I nev-"

"Can you honestly say it didn't happen?"

"Well, no but-"

"The-"

"But-"

"Yea-"

"No-"

"Stop!" He gave me a look of stubborn frustration at my command. "You can't deny that it happened. So just get used to it."

"But that was one time! One!" Heaving a sigh he rested his head against the concrete table mumbling, "So, is that it or is there more?"

Eyeing his still figure I contemplated whether or not to say my next reason. He could take this one of two ways. No, scratch that he's gonna take this one way but react one of two ways. And both won't be good for me. Well, shit.

Lifting his head he looked at me impatience evident in his expression. "So? Don't tell me that's it."

"Well…no, not exactly." Mumbling my reply I avoided eye contact. "Another reason is well, was your attitude."

He was looking at me fully, eyes narrowing a bit. "Excuse me?"

"Well…you know…you were a Melvin and everyone knew it." There was a tick beginning in his jaw so I rushed on hoping not to get punched again. "But you're not now! No! But, ya know, back then, you were always happy and cheery, and being all…gay-ish."

Tense silence met my reasoning. The annoying chatter of everyone around me assaulted my ears as I waited for him to say something, anything. Glancing over to him, he caught my stare; my dark blues meeting his light sky blues. The bell shattered our silence and he broke the eye contact, sighing.

Grabbing his tray and his bag he stood up and I quickly followed him. Dumping his tray in an outside trash can I latched onto his arm and watch the last few students trickle out before saying anything. "So? Do you have anything to say? Don't just leave me hanging here."

He eyeballed me curiously as if searching for something. "I guess I can see where you're coming from but let's get one thing straight here," Those sky blue eyes of his were turning dark now, "I am not gay! We got that?"

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him doubtfully. "Are you sure about that? I mean 100% abso-fucking-lutely, no doubts what so ever, sure?"

His eyes lost some of their anger and he seemed to give serious thought to this. His face suddenly burned bright red and he jerked his arm out of my grasp. "Yes, I'm sure, now good-bye." He turned and walked off, only to come back and punch me in the shoulder.

"What the fuck, dude?"

"That was for detention yesterday." That said, he stormed off throwing his bag on to his shoulder.

Well, la de da, he didn't have to hit so god damn hard. Rubbing my arm I followed shortly after him heading towards the opposite end of the building.

Gym was a bitch. I love sports, nothing wrong with them, I just hate the idea of having to listen to some overweight man yell at you that you're not doing your push ups right when they themselves probably couldn't even do one to begin with.

"McCormick! Straighten those arms! Remember, 90 degree angles!" After yelling in my face Mr. Tetinstein stormed off to yell at some other poor soul.

"Yeah, McCormick! Let me see those arms! Come on!" Kyle mocked him giving me a grin as he continued doing his own push ups.

Chuckling, I finished my set and stood to follow a few other boys who had finished early and were now dashing up and down the gym. Kyle caught up to me and was huffing but seemed to think that he could run faster than me. Psh, like a diabetic could outrun a poor boy, well former poor boy. We raced up and down seeing who was faster and had no evident winner as we finished the set and stood doubled over gasping for breath.

"We- came up- with an- idea to help- you and Leo." Finally managing to get it out he grinned with pride.

"Really?"Grabbing a drink from my water bottle I saw everyone else heading outside and followed them. Kyle tagged along nodding his head. "So what is it?"

"A date."

"Wait." I stopped them giving him my best 'Are you fucking retarded?' look. "How you plan on doing that?"

Motioning me to catch up to him I did so and he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "It's a secret."

I threw my hands up and was about to yell at him when Mr. Tetinstein started speaking, saying something about tennis. Oh joy! Why don't I just shove that racket up your ass? Apparently Mr. Tetinstein couldn't read minds because he didn't answer my question but instead continued to drone on and on about the history and importance of the sport. When he finally stopped, he split us into teams and sent us out onto the courts to hit small yellow balls at each other.

Unfortunately for me the red haired boy wasn't on my team or my opponents' team so I never got the chance to ask him just how in the hell I was suppose to get Leo to go on a date with me. Using the anger I had built up about this whole Leo incident, I stomped my opponents.

After a vigorous game everyone headed towards the showers. Since we had gym last period and it was a Friday, everyone was in a rush to get a quick shower and leave. I was the last to get out of the showers since the water was free and I didn't have to work that night. Generally, if I had work I wouldn't even bother with a shower, just apply some deodorant and I was good to go.

Towel around my waist and another in my hand drying my hair I was enjoying the feeling of being clean. I didn't see the hands that pushed but as I walked past the closet door I was shoved in and the door was slammed shut. Losing both my towels I heard the lock click and the school bell ring saying it was time to go home. Shit! My fists hammered into the door as I tried to get someone's attention. Rattling the door knob I cursed and berated it for not opening. I knew Mr. Tetinstein wouldn't be coming around anytime soon. It was a Friday and he always left right when the students did. There was no telling when or even if a janitor would be coming. Fuck! I'm stuck in the locker room's storage closet and I'm naked. Naked! God damn it all!

A moan came from behind me and I turned to see Leo's prone figure lying on the ground. He was rolling his head from side to side and reaching a hand up to grab it. A light bulb suddenly went off in my head. "God damn it all! Who the hell came up with the idea that being locked in a closet counts as a date?" I was pissed now. My fists were clenched and I punched a wall to help vent some of my fury. "I'm going to kick their asses the minute I get out of here! Not only that I'm gonna-"

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?"

Jerking around at Leo's voice I stopped my ranting. He was sitting up but his eyes were a little glazed and he looked confused. He was staring at me now. In fact he was staring really hard. Glancing down I remembered that I was naked. Reaching out I grabbed my towel and wrapped it back around my waist. "So, ummm," I cleared my throat I began to feel nervous for no apparent reason, "We're locked in here."

"What?" he was standing now, if a bit unsteadily.

"We're locked in here. Everyone's left and I don't know when anyone is going to come."

Hearing this seemed to clear whatever fog was left in his brain because his face turned to stone then. He walked over to the door and I moved out of the way. Backing up I watched as he pounded and berated the door as I had done minutes ago.

When he was done, he turned back to me, a glare in his eyes. Pointing an accusatory finger at me he shouted, "You! This is your fault!"

Oh shit this doesn't look too good.