Disclaimer: I don't own South Park...too bad.

Author's Note: First and foremost, special thanks to CNJ! Without your suggestions I think this story would have sucked, but now it's going to be awesome! Readers, be on the lookout for Professor Chaos during the next few chapters! Anyway, I know this chapter is short but it's actually longer than my last one so don't complain. This is a fun story to write, and so I don't make the chapters too long. I'm more concerned about making sure it's written the right way, the style is a bit different from my other stories. So enjoy this chapter!

I made a picture for this story, but this website is being very annoying. Actually, my entire computer seems to hate me lately.

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Chapter 2: An Annoying Situation

Marjorine woke up and hummed softly to herself. What time was it? It was still dark outside, so it couldn't be time for school, right? Where was her alarm clock, again? She looked at it and determined that it was only two in the morning, which meant that she must have been sleeping for only four hours or so. Funny, she didn't even remember going to bed. She had never prided herself on her memory, though. It seemed to be sketchy at best. She kind of wanted to go back to sleep, but didn't really feel tired enough. Hm. What did she normally do if she was up at an early hour? She looked around her room. It was in serious need of redecorating. She didn't really feel like cleaning, but her desk at least needed it. She glanced over at some homework that was sitting on her desk, and noticed the name on it. Butters Stotch. Who was that? She couldn't remember anybody by the name of Butters coming by her house, much less leaving their homework over here. She sighed. Perhaps someone at school could help her return his papers to him tomorrow…no, today, she reminded herself. Mostly on the desk there were little toy action figures and marbles. She sighed. Normally she put things away after using them, what had gotten into her lately? Putting them all away in the drawer, she walked over to the closet. The previous day, she hadn't had enough time to put all the clothes she bought away. Now was a perfect time to do that. Some clothes she hung up, others she folded and put away in an empty drawer. Maybe she should try wearing one of her new outfits tomorrow! But for now, she was starting to get tired again, so she went back to bed and within a matter of minutes had dropped back off to sleep.

Butters awoke the next morning with a major headache. "Ugh…what time is it…" he groaned looking at the clock. Seven in the morning. Butters suddenly perked up. "Oh boy! School!" He got ready as fast as he could and went downstairs to eat breakfast. "Well hi Mom, hi Dad!" His Dad looked up from his newspaper. "Hi, son. Sit down and your mother will make you some breakfast." He continued to look suspiciously at him. "Butters, we heard some noise coming from your room last night, were you up?" "No, Dad, I promise I wasn't awake!" His dad glared at him. "If you're lying Butters, I'll ground you! Now go upstairs and get your homework so you can put it in your backpack!" Butters looked confused. "But you just told me…" "Now, Butters!"

Once upstairs, Butters let his annoyance all come out. "Why does he keep on changing his mind? He tells me to wait for breakfast and then tells me to go upstairs! I bet when I come downstairs he's eaten all of my breakfast, yeah!" Butters was talking things through now, even though he didn't really pay attention to what he was saying. "I should go down there and give him a piece of my mind!" He paused while looking around the room. "W-well, wait, where's my homework? 

I can't go down there without my h-homework!" He started opening drawers in a panic. "Where did I put it?" Then he heard his dad call up to him "Butters! What's going on up there?" "N-nothing, Dad!" he called back down. He bit his lip. Where was that homework? He finally found it in the closet. "What's it doin' in the closet?" he said to himself before running back downstairs. "Good job, Butters," his mom told him as he came downstairs. He almost came back with a harsh response, he wasn't eight anymore! But then he remembered he was talking to his mother, who also was making his breakfast. "Thanks, Mom!" She beamed at him and returned to the kitchen. Butters put his homework in his backpack and then followed her. "Oh boy!"

At school, Butters checked his schedule to make sure he was going to the right class…as if he could ever forget. The first class was history, with a teacher that always came late to class. Butters wasn't sure if he just did that for his first period class, or if he did it for all the classes. Either way, Butters treated this class with more enthusiasm than his other classes. His other classes were okay, but they just weren't the same. Butters loved school, of course. He just enjoyed it even more when his friends were in classes with him, and he only shared his first class with his best friend, which was great because since the teacher was always late they had a lot of time to talk. Butters practically ran to class so he could be early, even though he knew his friend would probably walk in just a few seconds before the bell. He never came late, because with his luck it would be the one day the teacher was there on time, but he sure came awfully close.

This time, Butters was surprised. His friend had beaten him there! "What's wrong, Butters, wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?" said the joking voice of Kenny McCormick. Butters smiled at his best friend. "No, just later than I thought, I guess." He took his normal seat near the front of the room. He and Kenny had been best friends for a few years, now, ever since they got assigned a project and they were the only two left without partners. Kenny still looked concerned, though. "Butters, I can always tell when something's wrong. Now speak." Butters looked up, and hesitated a bit before talking. "W-well, it's just my dad…he's so…weird. He contradicted himself this morning, and well, I'm mad!" Butters declared. "I don't know what to do about it. Both of my parents still treat me like I'm a little kid and I'm not!" Kenny looked at Butters sympathetically. "Poor Butters," he said, looking concerned. "It'll be okay, I promise. Listen, do you maybe want to hang out after school today? We can talk about it more then, if you want." Butters paused. "Okay, Kenny, but I-I can't do it today. My parents said they needed me for something. But maybe tomorrow or at least sometime this week." Sure they do, thought Kenny. He knew Butters wasn't lying to him but he thought that his parents just might be. "Anytime this week is fine, Butters. Just let me know." He smiled at him to let him know he wasn't mad at him. "Oh, and Kenny?" "Hm?" Kenny looked over at Butters. If the clock was right, the teacher would be in the classroom in about two minutes. "Thanks." Butters got up and gave Kenny a hug. "It's no problem, Butters. I'll always be here for you."

Author's Note: I find it so helpful that Butters tends to talk to himself all the time! I really do! It makes his thoughts so convenient. Anyway, I hope all you Kenny x Butters fans out there liked this chapter, because it was for you! I'm finding myself to be more a fan of the couple than I used to be…mostly because I can't stand Kenny in other relationships, and I think he's a good character, but I am finding the couple to be very cute! Yes, the beginning with Marjorine was kind of pointless…but she needed to see Butters' name soon, it was important. So yeah. If you think this story is moving too fast, though, just let me know!