A/N: I SUCK AT UPDATING OK?! You can blame school as well.

DISCLAIMER THAT I FORGOT TO DO: South Park doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Trey and Matt, those lucky sons of bitches.

"Dude, I'm going to sleep." Stan told me and turned over. I sighed.

"You want me to go then?" I asked idiotically. I knew he would say yes anyway.

"Yeah." He said. See? I was right.

"I guess I'll see you after school tomorrow." I said, and left the room.

I started my walk home, and to be honest, I had no idea where I was going. I might've accidentally wound up at Butters' house. I might've walked in and called for Mom. I might've gotten kicked out harshly by a fellow that looked a lot like Butters' dad. I might've started kicking his dad. I might've got saved by a little boy that looked like Butters. I might've included too many "might'ves".

"So...what are you doing here?" Butters asked.

"I thought this was my house." I truthfully told him. Hey well, I wasn't really paying attention to shit, I was thinking about whether I should go back and stay with Stan, even though he wanted me to leave. I was also thinking about how I want to avoid Cartman at school tomorrow.

"...ok then." Butters said, doing that weird thing with his thumbs. I figured it was just a weird-ass habit of Butters.

"I'm just gonna leave now and-" I started to open the door until a hand grasped my sleeve.

"Do you think I can stay at your house for a bit? Dad and Mom are kinda...fighting..." Butters looked down and did the weird thumb thing again, and I bit my lip.

"Damn it Butters I don't know. People don't exactly walk into their home saying "Hey, my friend's going to be living with us until his parents are done fighting!" They don't do that." I reasoned. Then, Butters played the guilt-trip card and made his eyes all big and cute. (A/N: NO I AM NOT IMPLYING KYLUTTERS OK)

"Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaassssseeee?" Butters asked. I sighed.

"I'm going to have to borrow your phone." I said and he ran out of the room and promptly retrieved a phone. "Dude, are you even sure your parents are going to allow this?" I asked as I dialed my home number.

"According to them, they said that "I need to get the fuck out and go stay with a friend for a while." So...yeah."

"Hello?" Mom finally answered. I rolled my eyes and handed the phone to Butters.

"You can explain this." I said. I wasn't really in the mood for 20 questions from Mom right now.

"Uh huh. Yeah...they're fighting right now. Yeah. He said I could come. I know it's your house. No I don't smoke weed. Okay, thanks Mrs...um...Brof...lovski right?" Butters said. I raised an eyebrow at the "smoking weed" part. What the hell kind of a question was that? "Let's go over to your house!" Butters smiled, and ran upstairs, then came back down with a bag presumed to be his belongings.

"This is really fucking weird. Now I'm stuck with you for like, a week or something." I said. Butters frowned.

"You're 'stuck with me'?" Butters asked.

"Whatever." I replied and we set out to find my house.

HOSPITAL (Stan's POV)

Well, I woke up. I remembered when Kyle was going all nuts over supposedly "losing me" even though I'm still here. That counts for something right?

Honestly, seeing the hospital room when I woke up filled me with a feeling of dread. Like, what if I just die from the bullet? No warnings, no nothing, I just pass out and don't wake up. What if that happens? It's pretty far-fetched, but it's not impossible. I must look terrible, on a random note.

I imagine that the stinging in my stomach is from the bullet (You don't say?). It hurts. I'm tired again. Where's the nurse with the stupid stuff? I want a cake. You know what, fuck this.

I'm going back to sleep.

KYLE'S HOUSE (Kyle's POV)

"Welcome home Bubala! (A/N: I'm hoping that's the correct spelling)" Mom greeted as I stepped into the house with Butters. "Your friend can sleep on the floor in your room okay Kyle?"

"Kay Mom."

Butters looked around, apparently fascinated by my house. "I'm just going to attempt to find your room and take a nap."

Suddenly, I guess Ike decided it was a good time to come downstairs and poke Butters. "New brother?" The infant asked.

A/N: I'm planning on doing something with Butters temporarily moving in. That, or I'm just high. I'm sorry it took me such a long time to update, I was attempting to keep up my grades. I got a B+ in Spanish :/

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