Kenny's POV –
"We need to talk." Butters purred standing before me almost nose to nose.
Butters was a strange dude sometimes, especially when he was under immense stress. He'd turn into Majorine; who was a confident, opinionated whore. I liked Majorine, but it was Butters who my loins ached for. I smiled as I gently placed my hands on his shoulders steering him to the bed. I gently pushed Butters back.
"Sit." I said removing my coat and placing it tenderly over his shoulders as he flopped down on my bed.
"Want is it now Butters?" I inquired soothingly, concerned for my best friend who it seemed was going through another rough patch over fuck knows what.
"I – I – I oh popsicles." Butters stammered. I sat next to him gently placing my hand atop his, Butters breakdown causing the exhilaration of my encounter with Tweek float away as I focused my thoughts on the man next to me.
"My name is Majorine." He choked out softly. I nodded.
"Sure it is….." I sarcastically muttered still somehow maintaining my worried expression.
"So what's troubling you Majorine?" I questioned. Butter's smiled softly as he slowly raised his head his gaze averting mine.
"I think I like someone." He announced. I smiled as I gently shook his hand which was still under mine.
"That's great…. Who's the lucky girl?" I asked disingenuinely knowing his Butters liked a girl I was shit out of luck.
"It's not a girl, it's wrong. It's so, so wrong." Butter rambled. I rolled my eyes.
"Butters, if it feels right it's not wrong." I explained. He frowned.
"I'm not Butters, he wouldn't love me if I was Butters so I have to be her and disgrace myself." Butters sobbed as he pulled his hand from mine and placed them over his face. I sighed loudly.
"For fucks sake Butters, you can do anything you set your mind to. You don't need an alter ego." I snapped. Butter sniffled his hands still covering his face.
"Hypocrite" He mumbled. I snatched at his hands pulling them away from his face locking my eyes onto his.
"I no longer have an alter ego Butters, I'm plain old me and don't need or want to be anyone else." I stated. Butters eyes were red and weepy. I reached out gently stroking his face.
"Let's clean you up, get you dressed and we can girl talk." I whispered referring to nights were Butters and I would sprawl across my bed facing each other while we gossiped and expressed our innermost feelings.
I gently grapsed Butters hand leading him into the bathroom. I wet a towel andwiped down his face. He then ran into his room and pulled on a pair of lose pants and a white hoodie. He ran back into my room and jumped on the bed.
"Back to normal?" I asked. He nodded.
"As close to normal as I can get." He chuckled.
"So….. tell me about this guy. I won't judge you." I asked. Butters smiled widely. He'd never seemed this excited before, especially over a person. Usually Butters was a solitary type, the only person he'd bother with these days was me. He bit his lip and hummed softly.
"He's perfect. He's strong, sexy, lovable, just….. arghhhh. He's everything I've always wanted to be. He cares about me, protects me and has this ability to make me feel better then I'm losing it." He explained sitting up and jittering as he described his crush. I nodded.
"He sounds amazing, why don't you go for it. I meanyou'd be surprised what the guys at our school like these days. He might be flattered, he may feel the same." I announced surprised Butters had a friend I didn't know about. Butters smiled widened even further and his eyes glistened.
"Do you like guys Kenny?"He murmured. I laughed.
"Actually I prefer dudes, I'm not ashamed. They're more fun to be with." I confessed hoping it'd calm Butters. He nodded staring at me as he grabbed his feet and anxiously rocked back and forth.
"Preferences and feelings are nothing to be ashamed of Butters. It's normal." I explained. Butters nodded.
"You're right Kenny." He squeaked. I smiled.
"Of course I'm right. Now instead of sitting here stressing and worrying if he likes you or not go find him and tell him because if you never ask you'llnever find out." I stated sitting up and embracing my friend in a warm, comforting hug. I released Butters and he jumped up off the bed and bolted toward the door.
"Next time I see him, I'm going to kiss him and tell him everything. I don't care, I need to live for me. I deserve to be happy." Butters sreiked confidentally. I laughed.
"Have fun." I replied as he left my room.
I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out a magazine. Boys, boys, boys. I began flicking through the pages imagining Tweeks head on all the models as the memories of the moment we shared came rushing back to me. I grinned as I vividly relived all that had happened between us. A small noise caused me to glanced up over my magazine. Butters stood in my doorway, clearing his throat. I raised an eyebrow.
"That was quick, did you find Prince Charming?" I quizzed. Butters nodded. Striding across my room and pouncing on my bed one more.
"I did." He purred. I smiled.
"How'd it go?" I questioned and then without warning Butter's pressed his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Kissing me attentively, he quickly pulled away with a big relieved sigh.
"I think it went well." He answered. Standing up and leaving my room again.
I laid staring at the ceiling, my eyes wide as I pondered what had just happened. Then everything became so clear. You fucking idiot. I scolded myself. How did you not pick up from his description and behaviour he meant you? I shook my head in disbelief. No Butter's couldn't have a crush on me. We were best friends and he knew I wasn't the type to be tied down with one partner, my preference leaning more toward being tied up and experimenting with multiple partners. Butter was just confused; I needed to make it clear to him. I'd sleep with him, but feelings would never be reciprocated. My best friend Butters, bat shit crazy and oh so desirable was smitten with me. What the fuck was I going to do or say to make him realize I'd never love him?