Boo. Again, you guys. Sorry for the slow update. My stupid friends are always making me go out with them. And play video games, and stuff. It's super lame.

Haha. Just kidding. Sort of.

This is a Butters chapter, because Butters is awesome. That and I need loads more practice with him.

I was awful worried about Kenny today. He sure took an awful spill during his fight with Bebe. I know that he always comes back soon after dying, but he sure had one heck of a headache when he came back this time.

He's usually back some time after midnight. I would know because I'm always the first person he comes and sees. He knows I worry about him, and he likes me to know that he's okay. It sure is nice of him.

He crawled through my window at two in the morning! Two in the morning, can you believe it! Well he did, and I was already asleep.

"Butters. Butters? Buttercup, you awake?"

I opened my eyes, and there he was. Kenny always nice and glowy when he visits me at night like an angel. Even if he's far from one. But I don't mind, really! I turned on my light and he sat next to me on my bed, then he just stared out my open window.

"Dude, Butters. It's so over." He told me.

"You said it was over last time, remember? But I told you it wasn't, and I was right!"

"Nah, it totally is. Bebe grosses me out."

"You said that last time too,"

"I know, but… like, I'm tired of taking her shit."

"You deserve better…"

"I know I do. I don't want to keep fucking around, Butters. Like, I'll be a senior next year – and then college. I'll have to get a job and shit, you know? I can't screw random chicks or be in an unstable relationship on top of everything else I'm dealing with."

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It's a nice dirty blonde, it reminds me of honey. We kind of just sat there for a few minutes, and I twiddled my thumbs.

"My dad walked out a few days ago." Kenny finally said. "He's not coming back."

"Aw, Kenny…"

"It's fine, but. I can't deal with Bebe's shit and the shit at home at the same time. It stresses me out, dude. All of this shit. Everyone's talking about college and I don't even know if I'll fucking graduate. It's too much."

He put his head on my shoulder and I stroked his hair. Boy, I sure do love the way Kenny smells… like a musty combination of axe and cigarettes. It isn't a very strong smell, but it's homey. It's real. Just like Kenny is.

"Thanks for listening to me," Kenny said. He sounded sad. "Not just this time, but like… forever. It's just. It's really nice."

"It's no problem, Ken!" I assured him, and honest, I wasn't lying! "I like talkin' to you, doesn't matter what it's about."

Kenny didn't say anything. He lay on his side so that his body was kind of surrounding mine. I snuggled into him, because the open window left a draft, and it was cold! He pulled my blanket up over us, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back. It was steady.

His breathing got real steady, too, and then I fell asleep.

This was in desperate need of some fluff.

Was it alright? Or do I need more practice…?

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