How great is Cutters? Fucking awesome, right? Well how great is KENNY?! THAT KID IS SO FUCKING SWEET AND ADORABLE AND ROCK SOCKISH! He never gets enough love, the poor guy. T3T -bawls- This chapter makes me kinda sad... oh well. I hope you guys like it!
Kissing Kyle after years of begging him to let me was a lot less satisfying as I thought it would be. Probably because I was doing it for him and not me, and I knew he didn't want me to, and I knew it wouldn't mean anything. Sucked, yeah, but their obvious liking eachother had grown over the past few weeks and it was bugging the hell outta me. And there's a lot of hell in me. And vise versa.
Of course Kyle didn't notice Stan's constant glances at him when flirting to see if he cared. And of course Stan didn't notice Kyle staring at him like a love sick school girl every waking moment. I had caught sight of Stan rushing over to his fallen body as I walked away so I'd done my job. I couldn't see his face from there but I'm guessing it was something like angry jeaslousy.
So I was giving up Kyle. It's not like I liked him a lot. He was just so fucking cute, ya know? But so was Butters. And that's where I was headed. Butters. That kid clung to me like... silly puddy that's been sitting in the sun. And I was missing him already. As I approached the back of the currently empty football field bleachers where I'd left him and Cartman, his scared sweet voice drifted towards me.
"Eric- we shouldn't- what if-"
"Fuck, Butters, just shut up."
"But I-" The rest of his speach was pacified and turned into a desperate pleading moan.
I stopped. I'd kissed too many people not to know what had just happened. Still, I couldn't believe it. I lowered my head a bit and peered through the bleachers. Still couldn't believe it. Cartman could not be holding Butters in a similar possition as I'd just been holding Kyle. Cartman's mouth could not be pressed against Butters' with obvious roughness and not a bit of care. Butters could not be responding blissfully, clinging desperately to the larger boy and trying to put even less distance between them. But they were.
And I couldn't blink. God, I wanted to fucking blink! Just the small hope that the image might disappear from my mind. That I was just imagining things. Even that Cartman was really just beating on Butters instead however horrible that sounded. But I blinked and it was still there. I blinked again and I felt something in my eye. Again, and my eyes hurt. Again, and my cheek was wet. Again, and I realized I was crying. I hadn't cried in years. Because Kenny McCormick was tough. And tough guys didn't cry. But I was.
I suddenly shook my head and wiped the tears off my face. Butters wasn't mine. I was flirty and seductive with everyone. He wasn't mine. I breathed out and stood up straight just as they broke apart and Butters fell onto the ground, straring at it wide eyed and shocked.
"E-Eric, I- I can't- I- you-" he stuttered, unable to make a complete sentence in his flustration.
"Jesus Christ, Butters, just fucking say it already!" yelled Cartman, probably I little annoyed with himself for showing affection towards someone like Butters.
Butters got red and muttered so softly I had to strain my ears to hear. "You're a really good kisser..."
It was Cartman's turn to get red and he turned away from the small blond to hide it. "It's just... natural talent."
Butters was silent, his hands clutching and unclutching the dirt underneath them, until Carmtan spoke again.
"You fufilled Kenny's fag pact yet?"
"Huh?" asked Butters a little surprised, looking up at him. "N-no..."
Cartman turned around to look at him, a wide grin pinned across his face in a way that only said he was planning something. "Then I guess I'll see you later."
Oh my God. Shit. Phuket Thailand. I'm fucking quoting Juno, God fucking damn me. But seriously, no. That was not my intention. Not with Carmtan. I took a step back, turned, and ran. I had to stop him. I couldn't leave them alone anymore. Butters wasn't losing his V-card to Cartman while I was here. I stopped running in time to hear Butters frantically shrieking.
"Someone saw us! Eric! What are they gunna think?! What if my parents find out?! Sweet Jesus, I'll be grounded forever!"
"Jesus Christ, Butters, calm fucking down!"
"No, Eric! I can't-! I gotta-!"
Footsteps.
"Butters!"
Shit. That wasn't my intention either. It was probably better if Butters and Cartman had a friendly relationship. If Butters acted that way towards him, he'd get mad and that wouldn't be good. Butters might get physically hurt. And he wasn't mine. It wasn't for me to decide who he had relationships with. Shit. Shit.
And then he ran into me. Head first into my chest and not looking where he was going. He head shot up when he collided with me and he was crying.
"Kenny?" he asked softly, frightened pain in his eyes, too scared to even stutter.
I hugged him before he could say another word, mostly just wanting some feeling he was mine at least a little, but still knowing it was what he needed.
"It's okay, Butters," I said soothingly stroking his hair and he held onto me tightly. "It was just me. I won't tell anyone. It's fine."
It didn't seem to help knowing it was me, but I could sense some bit of relief that I wouldn't talk. He cried for a while and I took him back to the cabin to be by himself. I looked back at him for a second, just lying on his bed, looking miserable.
"Just promise not to let him hurt you, okay?"
First step once I left was find Cartman. I needed to give him a death talk if he was getting close to my Buttercup. Er- not mine. Not mine. I found him still behind the bleachers looking angry (probably at himself) with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I walked straight at him, his head barely raised when I grabbed the front of his shirt with strength that surprised even me and pulled him as close to eye level as he could get iwthout falling over.
"If you hurt him, I will kill you, Eric," I said threateningly. "And let me tell you a little something about dying. It's not fun. And it hurts like hell, except hell will last forever when you end up there. Do not hurt him. Got it?"
He shoved me off, having stregth over me that he knew existed. "Get the fuck away from me, Kenneh," he huffed, turning and walking away.
"Eric!" I yelled after him. "CARTMAN!"
Uhg. I hadn't meant to make this as Bunnyish as it turned out, or nearly as fast, but it just kind of wokred out that way. Isn't Kenny great? I love that kid. And did you guys ever notice that crying physically hurts? I was crying one night because my friend was being scary and calling me Princess hwich always makes me cry for some reaason and I was like OW! My eyes fucking HURT! Yeah! It's true. Pay attention next time you cry.
Anyway, big Cutters and Bunny chapter with a little bit of Style there at the beginning. Always fun. Poor Butters... I don't even know what he's so upset about, but he's sure upset! Poor little guy...
Soooo, yeah! POV CONTEST IS STILL GO! Come on people! Just give it a guess! Someone got it, so it can't be too hard!
ALSO (this is very important, pay attention) I got the BRILLIANT idea to form (instead of NAMBLA) SPBBLA! Souht Park Boy Boy Love Association! HUH?! Awesome, right? Join me in my quest? Alright! that awesome person whoes name I can't recall at the moment who wrote me the fake flame gave be the idea from somehwere in a PM she sent me so she'll be co-person thingy if she wants, probably.
AND I GOT CALLBACKS FOr MY SCHOOL PLAY! Everyone be really happy for me and pray for me that I remember how to play my fucking recorder form fourth grade. X3
So that's all fine and dandy so what about my policy? It's still go! Keep those reviews coming people! Likes? Loves? Dislikes? Pepsi? Prayers? Toast? ToastERS? FLAMES?! (yes, even fake ones!) All are loved! Next chapter up soon! 3333
