PLASTIC
BUTTER'S P.O.V
"Kenny," I spoke quietly as he wrapped his arms around my tired body.
"Butter's I love you," He kissed my forehead and silently began to go to sleep. I was tired but my head was tossing around the thoughts of Clyde, thoughts about Marjorie, and most defiantly Kenny.
Kenny McCormick, my first true love. And for some strange reason all I could think about was that one time back at the end of eighth grade…
2 years back.
Both are 14 years old
Butter's was examining the eighth grade classroom for the last time, his eighth grade classroom. He was gathering his things to go home for the summer, but he was also there to say good-bye.
There weren't any great memories he could reminisce on, maybe some good beatings he got when the teacher was out in the hallway, but none the less. He jammed his backpack with papers and books and headed to the doorway.
As soon as he walked out of that doorway he would be a freshman. One out of many who nobody cared about. But his last step of being an eighth grader had to wait, because it felt like something was dragging his body back into the classroom.
Butters had time to spare so he waltzed back to the room and took his seat at his old desk.
Right in the front row of the classroom. He laid his head down and tried to drift to sleep, but it felt like something was tearing at his stomach.
'Butter's can you hear me,' a soft voice let out in his head.
"Yes Marjorie," he spoke aloud.
'When are you going to let me come out,' it spoke again.
"Marjorie they think I'm gay, I don't think this is the right time," Butters tried to think the voice away.
'Butters, I'm tired of being hidden away, I'm tired of being your little secret.' It yelled this time, sending throbbing pain throughout his mind.
"Soon, I promise before college," Butters started to cry and soon drifted into a slight slumber.
An hour later Kenny entered the room to get his coat he forgot, his family couldn't afford for him to lose it. He stumbled into the large room only to see a familiar boy.
Leopold 'Butters' Stotch, Kenny had had feelings for him ever since sixth grade.
He smiled grimly and walked over to him. The chair right next to him was quickly occupied by an orange hooded boy.
Kenny's eyes fell upon the tired boy. His skin was the color of delicate tarnish snow and his hair was a shade of pale gold.
"Butters," Kenny softly chorused. Butter's eyes opened in shock.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'll leave," He started to get up and grab his bag.
"No," Kenny instinctively shot out his hand and tugged on Butters arm. "I mean, don't go," He smiled and let go of his deathly clutch.
"Okay, if you say so," Butters sat down quickly.
"Hey Butters can I ask you a question," Butters straightened his back posture looking at Kenny wide eyed.
"Sure Ken, you can ask me anything," This time Marjorie answered, Kenny blushed.
"Is it bad if you feel like you don't belong with the others," Kenny signed still hot from blushing like mad shit.
"Yeah, I don't see why not," Butters was blushing for some strange reason also.
'Butters, Ken is so cute and he's flirting with us,' Marjorie whispered.
'SHUT UP GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD,' Butters shouted back to Marjorie.
'Jesus Butters just flirt with Ken for awhile…'
'Okay,'
"Butters, can you keep a secret?" Kenny started to smile shyly.
"Well Sure…"
"I'm bi," Kenny blurted it out like word vomit.
'WOAH,' Marjorie laughed.
"Butters, do you like me," Kenny's eyes were starting to blur.
"Yeah! I like you a lot," Butters laughed.
"Promise," Kenny asked.
"Most defiantly," Butters smiled and saw Kenny launch to his face. Kenny started to kiss him softly.
'Kiss him back!' Marjorie encouraged.
Butters did exactly that.
Once the memory faded so did I as I started to drift to sleep.
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