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SHIT GUYS! I WROTE A WHOLE FRIGGIN CHAPTER AND MY COMPUTER CRASHED! I SAVED IT BUT IT DIDN'T WORK! The origional of this chapter was so much better! Pleaseeee forgive me for how much this sucks!

Warning: Major make out scene, for me, atleast. Please tell me what you think of it, because I suck at kissing scenes!

Itallics mean flashback.

Butters'POV

It's so borning up here, at Grandma's. There isn't even a TV! If I got a choice, I defiantly wouldn't stay here, but it's the only safe place I can go. I would much rather go to Kenny's, but I can't for 4 reasons. 1. Dad would find me 2. No spaghetti-os 3. It's stinky and uncomfortable 4. They don't have enough food for them, let alone for me.

I wouldn't really want to stay with Stan or Kyle, who were now officially dating, according to Kenny. Kenny had walked all the way up here after school, just for me! I can't help but feel special that someone so amazing would take their time to spend so much time with me! I really love him.

"So what is there to do in this old house?" Kenny asked, sitting besides me on my bed.

"Not much. We're gona have to find something to do."

"Oh, really?" A grin formed on his lips.

Before I could reply, he had his lips on mine. I know it wasn't the best moment to share a kiss, having my grandmother downstairs and all, but I wouldn't pull away. I enjoyed our last kiss, and I'm sure I would enjoy this one, too.

Just like last time, he wrapped his arms around my waist, as I did the same to his neck. He smelt like cologne, Axe, in particular. He sort of smelled like Stan. He must have borrowed his Axe, because Stan always reeked of it from using too much. Kenny, though, had a perfect amount. The scent drove me crazy.

Kenny's lips trailed down my neck while I started playing with his hair, pushing his orange hood down. He pulled me into his lap, making us closer then I had even been with anyone.

"Wait," I stopped him. I didn't want this to go too far. "Nothing more the kissing, right?"

"Right," he smiled and dove back in, pressing himself even closer to me.

I was sitting on his lap, and our lips were moving perfectly together. It was perfect, and I couldn't possibly feel happier. I grabbed his hoodie and pulled him in closer, if it was even possible. I think it's time I lead. Pushing him back onto the bed, I get ontop of him. Our lips never part as we deepen the kiss. He smiles once he sees me taking charge.

We stay like that for what seems like forever, just kissing. Eventually Grandma pulls me out of my loving thoughts when she calls us down for a snack. Cookies, my third favourite treat after spaghetti-os and of course, Kenny.

Kyle's POV

I hold the razor above my wrist. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I push it into my skin until it bleeds the slightest bit. I always wondered what it would be like to do this. I always thought it would hurt worse then anything else. It didn't. I never actually thought I would do this, but after the events that happened today, I knew I would have to.

I walked into the house, preparing for the worst. I knew Mom would be mad. Before I could even slip off my shoes, Mom jumped at my throat.

"Where were you, Kyle! You're over two hours late!" She was so clearly pissed. Her face was red with anger, and her eyebrows were raised in suspicion.

"Mom, I was just," I was interrupted before I could tell her the truth.

"Don't even try and lie to me! I got a call from your school! You were at detention! For passing notes and talking in class with Stan, they said! How could you, Kyle? You know better!"

"Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't think we would get caught!" I knew I was probably saying the wrong things, but I needed to say something.

"You aren't sorry Kyle! You are in so much trouble!"

"We were just talking about homework!"

"Yeah, like I'm going to believe that. You were probably talking about more faggy things!"

"MOM!" I was outraged. She cannot talk like that around her BISEXUAL son! As much as she tries and denies it to herself, I am who I am and she cannot change that.

"You still came hom an hour after your detention ended. Now tell me where you were, this instant!"

I didn't know if I should tell her the truth. If I tell her the truth, she will be pissed. If I lie and she finds out about it afterwards, she will be even more angry.

"I was...um...with...St-" Mom cut me off once again.

"WHAT WAS THAT? YOU WERE OUT WITH STAN? YOUR FAGGY LITTLE BOYFRIEND? GOD, KYLE! YOU WERE NEVER TO BRING UP ANYTHING LIKE THAT AGAIN!"She was furious. I had never seen her this mad, not even when she started a war with Canada.

"But Mom, I didn't bring it up, you asked!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TRY AND BLAME ME FOR THIS! IT'S NOT MY FAULT I HAD A FAILURE OF A SON!"

I couldn't take it anymore. She was angrier then I thought she would be, and she obviously wasn't going to talk about it. She wasn't that kind of person. I turned away from my outraged mother, and walked straight for the stairs avoiding her screams and threats. As soon as I reached the top of the stairs, she sighed. I could hear her going back to the kitchen, probably to make the supper I wasn'g goint to be aloud to eat. Right before I could turn the handle of my bedroom door, I heard Ike.

"Going somewhere?" Ike asked in a creepy voice like in the horror movies everyone has seen.

"Shut it, Ike. Go away. I'm not in the mood."

"Kyle, how dare you talk like that to your amazing little brother," he was mocking me, pretending to sound hurt.

"Screw you," I wasn't playing nice anymore.

"Come into my room. I have something to show you," I knew it was a trap, but I didn't give two shits anymore. I went in, and was outraged at what I saw. Every picture of Stan and I were lying in a pile over top a piece of wood in Ike's bedroom fireplace he had Dad put in for him.

"Don't you dare," I warned, but I was too late. He walked over with a lighter, and set one of the pieces on fire before each and every one of them burst into flames. Every picture I had of Stan and I, gone. This meant more to me then a lot. Those pictures of us were memories. The pictures of us playing with frogs by the pond when we were 7. Pictures from our many camping trips. Pictures from when we went to Mexico. Pictures from every event we had done together. Gone. They were all gone. I was never getting them back.

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" I screamed with everything I had as a tear crept out of my eye. I officially hated my family more then I hated Cartman. I never thought this was possible, until now.

The cutting made me forget about the pain. The sound of an outraged mother's screams were gone. The image of Ike burning those pictures had escaped my mind. I stopped thinking about where Dad was in all of this. For at least a little while, I escaped my dreadful life.

All I thought about was the pain.

Did you think that was going to happen?

Okay so the kissing scene was so much better before! I am so mad that it erased! UGHHH I worked so hard!