I feel bad that I didn't update yesturday! My super best friend and I(I know you're reading this buddy! Hi! you got a shout-out!) wrote this little Creek story today :P

And yesturday was Stan's birthday. I made him a card! If you wana see a picture of it, or know what it says, review!

Ima play around with some point of views here. Forgive me if I suck at it. I usally keep the same POV during a story. This is my first time switching! I want to give them both a different style of writing(get it, Style? :P yea, I didn't laugh either.) but I'm not sure how it will turn out.. :/

And this one is a bit more innapropriet. :) And there is a sub-plot goin' on. :)

Enjoy!

Stan's POV

Ugh where's my stupid alarm clock? Is it 7am already? Why do alarm clocks have to sound to stupid? Time for sch-

"Shit dude!" Oh yeah. I forgot Kyle was here. I tripped over him. Well I guess we're both awake now. Last night was pretty hard to fall asleep. I was worried about Kyle. He was crying until I fell asleep.

I can see his face now, in a non-stalkerish way. It's bright red, and his eyes are a bit blood-shocked. He is either extreamly tired, or has been crying all night. Or both. I'm pretty sure it's both.

"Kyle, you alright dude?" I finally manage to ask once we're eating breakfest, by ourselves. Mom and Dad left early for work this morning. Shelly had been staying at her boyfriend's house a lot lately. She's only home half the time. I haven't even met the poor guy.

"Fine."

"You sure? You're eyes were all red this morning.

"Just didn't get much sleep, I guess." I could tell he was lieing. He was figeting. Yeah, not as much as Tweek, but still, more then normal.

"Why not?" I totally got him there. Now he was going to have to tell me he was up all night, upset.

"Fuck it. I was up all night."

"I knew it. Now tell me why," he didn't say anything. "Kyle?"

"Well sorry for being upset after being pretty much kicked out!"

"Well sorry, but is that the only reason? Why wouldn't you just refuse to go to that camp? Why did you have to run away?"

"You ask a lot of questions. 1. No, there's more, but you're not finding out. 2. Mom and Dad are hard to argue with. 3. Something related to number one."

It really hurt me that he wasn't going to tell me why else he was sad. Hell, we're super best friends. He should be able to tell me everything!

"But Stan," this better be good. "I really appreciate you letting me stay here until I get things figured out. Really, dude, it means a lot."

"No problem dude. What are best friends for?"

So, his thank-you actually did mean a lot to me. Partly because-

"Shit dude, we're gona be late!" Kyle freaked, while interupting my thoughts.

Kyle's POV

Man, I hate lying to Stan. I was up all night crying and I couldn't tell him everything. Sure, it was mostly because of Mom and Dad kicking me out, but also for something else. When I was brushing my teeth before bed, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Ike. I knew it wasn't going to be good, but I had to read it!

So u left your laptop home so i creped ya and found out u like stan. im tellin dad

Shit, why does he have to be such a jerk? I honestly don't know how he became so evil. Maybe Cartman has been brainwashing him while I'm not home.

Stan and I just made it to the bus on time. The bus driver hated kids, which I don't understand, since he drives a Jr. High bus. Right before he drove off we jumped through the doors, making him angry. I think he is even worse then Ms. Crabtree, if that's possible.

No POV

While Stan and Kyle were sitting together on the bus, Kenny, their perverted little friend was doing something else, and no, it wasn't jacking off. Well, not this time, atleast.

Kenny's POV

I think I was starting to like him. Yes, him. Sure, I love girls, boobs, in particular. That was only a fetish. The thing I really love is, Butters Stotch.

We were nothing alike. He had an innocent mind, filled with lollipops and rainbows. My mind was like a cheesing high, and I had been to hell and back one too many times.

"Well hello there, Kenny!" Butters greeted me, walking to my locker. I had walked to school today. I didn't want Cartman to rip on me for looking a bit nicer today. Sure, I didn't look as good as my lil' Leopold, but still. I wanted to look nice for him.

"Hey Butters!" I greeted with a huge smile. I hadn't exactly told him I liked him. He might be able to figure it out, and I do want him to. I've been making sure to sit closer to him, and to let our hands brush up against one-another's in the hallway. But I mean, it is Butters, and although he may get good grades, he isn't the smartest when it comes to socialising.

"We got gym together next, righto?"

"Righto, Butters. Hey, you hate gym, right?"

"Yeah, because of all that stuff last year. Remember?" I did remember. Butters had told me about it after we became so close. Last year, Steven, Butters' dad forced him to join the cross country club. Butters, not being a good runner, got second to last place. When he went home, his dad made him run for as long as he could before passing out every day. To make sure he didn't stop, he would whack him with a whip whenever he slowed down.

God, I hated his Dad. The only thing that would be bad about dating him is his parents. They didn't approve of homosexuality, and especially not me. I was poor, and his parents have even told Butters to not hang out with me too much.

"Well, I was thinking, and maybe we could skip?" I knew the boy would refuse, but it's worth a shot.

"Well I'd love to, but my Dad would be awful sore about it, ya know?"

"Come on, he won't know. Just tell coach you pitched a tent in the change room and didn't wana come out."

"Sick, Kenny. No way!"

"Please?"

"Well, I guess, if you really wanted me to," he was stuttering a bit, but as long as he would come with me, I was good.

"Yes! Thanks Butters! You're the best!" I took this advantage, and hugged him.

"Gee, Kenny, nobody has ever told me that before and meant it. It sure meant an awful lot!" He was smiling now. I'm glad I can make him happy. I hope to do that forever.

I had a little plan of what we could do. I was hoping on sneaking behind the school and chilling out there, and maybe we could talk about stuff. Like us possibly liking one-another?

Butter's POV

Gee, I sure did like Kenny. But he didn't like ol' me, did he? Well I guess it was possible, but not likely. We have gotten pretty close lately, but he could just be a good pal.

I had to use any oppertunity to hang out with him. Boy oh boy, did I want him to like me like that. Maybe I could bring it up when we're ditching. Boy, I hope Dad doesn't find out. He will beat me again. Maybe Kenny would be my knight in shining armor, and save me this time? I sure do hope so.

So that was a bit longer then I had thought. Please review this time, because I want to know if you like where this is going. What do you think Stan is hiding? Are you a bunny(Butters/Kenny) fan?

Please give me your oppinions!