Quite a long chapter this time, hope you enjoy it, review and PM if you do.

BUTTER'S POV:

It had been nearly a week since Ruta broke up with me. I told my dad and he got me a few days off from school. I think having to see Ruta wouldn't do me any good.

I don't know if I should ask Craig out. I might ask Ricky if he knows anyone.

I'll call him. It's Saturday so he's probably with Clyde.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ricky."

"Oh, hi, Leo. You feelin' any better?"

"Yeah, I feel pretty good."

"Well, is there anything you need?"

"Uh, sort of. Can I come over to talk about it? I don't really want my dad hearing it."

"Yeah, sure, I'm not doing anything, I'm just on the couch with Clyde."

I heard a girly whinge in the background and what sounded like a plea for a tighter hug.

"Shut up, Clyde." Ricky whispered.

"I'll be there in a couple minutes, I just gotta pull myself outta bed."

"'Kay, see ya."

"Bye."

I hung up my phone and sat up, stretching and yawning at the same time. I stood up and felt a little bit dizzy. I grabbed my YMCMB sweatshirt and pulled it on.

I lazily opened my bedroom door and slumped down the stairs.

"I'm goin' out for a little while." I yelled as I exited the house, not waiting for a reply.

I reached into my pocket and took out a pair of gloves. I slipped them on and started to walk down the road. As I passed the various houses, bussling with mid-day activity, my attention was drawn away from the path I was taking.

I saw Stan and Kyle, walking down the street, Stan moving with a slight limp and a pained expression on his face. My mind immediately went to the "rough sex" assumption. The curiosity was killing me. I had to talk to them.

"Stan, Kyle, over here!" I said, waving towards the pair.

Kyle tapped Stan's shoulder and lead him across the road. As they neared me, Stan suppressed his limp and tryed to pretend he wasn't in pain.

"Hey, Leo. Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah, well, Ruta broke up with me."

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

"Nah, don't worry. I feel better now I'm not with her."

"How?"

"I just feel free-er."

"Why?"

"Cos now I can ask someone out."

"Who's this someone?" Stan said, with suggestive upward inflection in his voice.

"Well, let's just say he's cute as hell."

"He?"

"Yeah."

"So, you're gay?"

"Yeah, I was bi before I got with Ruta but now, I just know."

"Wow. Are you gonna be openly gay at school?"

"Probably."

"Hm. Maybe we should do that, Kyle."

"Yeah, maybe we should." He said, squeezing his arm around Stan and planting a small kiss on the top of his head.

I smiled and Stan giggled, a blush appearing on his cutesy cheeks.

"So, where are you going, Leo?"

"Oh, I was goin' to Ricky's. Where are you two going?"

"Nowhere. We were just sort of walking."

"I wasn't walking, Kyle, I was limping."

"Oh, yeah, how did that happen?"

"Well, Stan didn't want to abide by Chef's rule."

"17?"

"17. And now he blames me for what he wanted to do."

Stan looked at his feet, twiddling his thumbs, whilst his cheeks turned a rose red.

"Do you wanna come with me to Ricky's? He's not doing anything."

"Yeah, sure."

I fiddled around in my pocket and pulled out my phone. I dialled Ricky's number and waited for him to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ricky, it's Leo again. I bumped into Stan and Kyle on the way to your place. Is it okay if I bring them along as well?"

"Yeah, as long as they don't mind Clyde whining like a little bitch." I chuckled and heard Clyde protest his likeness to a girl.

"Right, I'll be there soon."

"Kay, bye."

I hung up my phone and put it in my pocket.

"All clear."

I took them further down the road, eventually getting to Ricky's. I knocked on the door and heard a thud. Ricky isn't exactly light-footed.

"Oh, hey. Come on in." I stepped in first, wiping my feet as I did so.

Stan and Kyle followed me as Clyde sat up on the couch. He gave a weak smile and a tiny wave.

"Hey, Clyde."

"Hey, Stan."

"Do you guys want anything?"

"Nah, I'm fine." Stan said, sitting down next to Clyde.

"Uh, coffee, if that's okay." Kyle said, following me and Ricky into the kitchen.

"Nothing for me, thanks."

I sat down at the table, Kyle walking past me to start his coffee.

"So, why did you want to see me, Leo?" Ricky said as he sat down.

"Well, you already know I'm gay, so do you know anyone you could, like, fix me up with?"

"I thought you were gonna try asking out Craig." He said, taking a sip of his coffee. He always seemed to be drinking coffee.

"I was but whenever I go to talk to him, I freeze up. I get all clammy and flustered."

I could see Kyle holding back a laugh.

"Shut up."

"I'm not saying anything." Kyle said, nonchalantly beggining to make his coffee.

"It sounds like you really like Craig. Just ask him if he wants to do something."

"I don't even know if he's gay, Ricky."

"Well, there's two possible outcomes. One, embarrassment from being turned down, two, a relationship with a guy you very clearly like."

"I suppose..."

"Anyway, Kyle, what's been up with you?"

"Well, not to kiss and tell or anything but me and Stan had uh..." He began to make a circle with the thumb and index finger of his right hand and inserted the index finger of his left in and out of it.

"Oh, my God, you actually had sex?" Ricky whispered, in a shocked tone.

"Yeah, Stan decided he couldn't wait."

"Is that why he was limping?"

"Yep, I'm that good." Kyle said, with a sense of smug self-satisfaction.

"Pull your head out your ass, Kyle, it's not that hard to make me limp." Stan yelled from the living room.

I laughed and Ricky chuckled as Kyle sat down looking rather disappointed. I could hear Clyde giggling like a little girl.

"It's not that funny."

"It kinda is."

CLYDE'S POV:

"So, how was it?"

"What?"

"The whole sex thing?"

"Honestly? It hurt. A lot. But after you get past that, it's amazing. It's indescribable. I'm glad I didn't wait. Have you and Ricky done it yet?"

"No, but it's Ricky's birthday soon. I was thinking I could try something."

"Like what?"

"Well, instead of getting him a present, I was going to wait until the party's over and if he asks why I didn't get him a present, I'll say that I'M the present."

"You have GOT to do that. He'll love it."

"D'ya think he will?"

"Of course he will."

"It's not too much of a cliché, is it?"

"No, it's romantic."

"Is it just me or is your voice higher?"

"I think it is. I've always wondered why gay guys have high-pitched voices."

"Oh, God, just think how high MY voice is gonna go when I have sex. I already sound like a girl."

"I don't think sex makes your voice higher, Clyde, calm down."

"You calm down, I'm the one that's gonna sound like Alyson Hannigan when I have sex."

"And that's your new nickname."

BUTTER'S POV:

"So, do you think I should ask Craig out?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think I have a shot with him?"

"Of course."

"Alright, I'll ask 'im on Monday."

Clyde walked in at that moment to get himself another cup of coffee with Stan following him. He decided to inform us of Clyde's new name.

"Oh, Ricky, Clyde said he wants you to start callin' 'im Alyson."

"No, I didn't, Stan. I said that if sex makes your voice higher, I'm gonna sound like Alyson Hannigan after my first time."

Ricky sputtered and started laughing as Clyde pouted... like a girl. I chuckled but tried to stop it being obvious.

"It's not funny." Clyde said, grumpily.

"No, of course it isn't, Alyson." Ricky said, standing up and kissing Clyde on the cheek.

Clyde smiled and, with a slight hesitance, accepted this would be his nickname for a long time.

I stood up and stretched before leaning on the door of the kitchen.

"Well, I'm gonna get going back home. You guys comin' with me?"

"No, if it's good with Ricky, we'll probably stay here for a little while."

"Doesn't bother me."

"Kay, I'll see you later then."

Stan and Clyde waved a quick goodbye whilst Kyle and Ricky just lifted their mugs and nodded slightly.

I turned around and exited the kitchen, moving towards the door, when Stan came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to face him.

"Uh, Leo, if Craig isn't gay and he doesn't want to go out with you, give me a call, I can set you up with someone." He whispered.

"Who?"

"Tweek. He's only out to me and he made me promise not to tell anyone else. But, I figured 'cos you're looking, what's the harm?" He said, with a calming smile.

"Thanks, Stan. I'll do that." I patted him on the shoulder before walking out of the house.

I slowly proceeded to move down the road and felt a smile I couldn't wipe off my face.

I was actually happy.