I've been so busy today! I wasn't sure I would have enough time, but because of all the reviews I decided to procrastinate on my homework and write a chapter!

Everyone excited about finding out who Mysterion is on wednesday?

Here we go!

(PS: Not too much Bunny here, but some. Cute Style. Not too depressing.)

Butters' POV

Kenny and I were staning infront of Stan and Kyle, who were, as we were, holding hands. We seemed to be alone in the hallways quite a lot. I'm not sure where everyone always is, and I don't care. All I care is that Kenny, Stan, Kyle and I all seem happy. Well, Kyle not so much. He seems distant. There's a smile on is face but I can tell it's fake. He seemed cherry while explaining to me how him and Stan are now together, but something just doesn't seem right.

Kyle, nor Stan, did every say anything about their detention yesterday. Maybe Kyle's mom was angry. Apparently she has always been a witch with a b. I've never known her enough to know anything, but I never know. I'm not sure if Kyle and are considered close enough for me to ask him.

After Kenny had left last night, I couldn't stop smiling. Grandma says that I could have my 'little friend'(her words, not mine) over for the night sometimes, but only after I get settled in. I'm nervous for him to stay over. Would we share a bed? I mean, we would before, but that was when we were friends. Now that we're together, it would just seem innapropriet, seeing as we are only thirteen years old. I wonder what Stan and Kyle do now. Surely they aren't doing anything more then Kenny and I.

I don't know if I would mind having Kenny in the same bed as I. Sure, it would be awkward to me, but Kenny has a way of making things seem less awkward then they really are. He doesn't let there be enough to for awkward moments, which I'm thankful for. If it were up to me, there would be a weird pause every now and then

The entire time we were having our snacks yesterday, Kenny and I were playing footsie under the table. Neither of us know if Grandma thinks that 'funny' is bad, but we don't plan on asking her out of fear she will think it's a sin. We've decided to play it safe, for now, atleast. Kenny also looked over at me and smirked everytime Grandma, who was sitting at the table alongside us, would say something. I would wink back, causing him to raise his eyebrows and smile even wider. Man, was he sexy.

Kyle's POV

I don't think I'm going to cut again. Sure, it did feel better, but not as good as when I'm with Stan, wrapped in his arms. I also despize the fact that I have to hide my wrists. It's not too hard to wear a long-sleeved sweater, but in gym class it was hard. There was a big red line on my left wrist, and it was pretty obvious. I 'borrowed' someone's wrist-watch from the lost-and-found, and it covered it for the most part. I just hope nobody noticed it peeking out. Especially not Stan. Even if I stopped because of him, he would still be upset I ever did it. He wouldn't understand.

This morning, I was by myself. Ike had left early, but not before telling me how much of a 'fucking loser' I was. Dad has been so busy latey, he barely leaves his office. He's working on some big case that could get us some money. Mom was in her room, probably sleeping a little later. I didn't speak to her once last night after 'the incident'. Cartman was right, she is a bitch.

I feel like a whimp and a loser for giving it up. Sure, it was bad. Everyone agrees with that. But if I can't handle a little pain in the wrist, then I must be a pussy. At least, that is what Cartman would say. Speeking of Cartman, I haven't seen him around lately. He wasn't on the bus this morning, nor was he in school yesterday. Who cares, anyway?

I haven't gotten any alone time with Stan yet today. I know that as soon as I do, though, he will beg me to tell him what happened. I know he will want to know, but I just don't know what to tell him. I can tell him I was in a lot of trouble, but that won't be enough for him. I can atleast tell him what Ike did. It involves Stan, too. He was in those pictures. Maybe he has some extras of some of them.

Stan is dragging me by the wrist to the bathrooms, and it really hurts. It's my 'hurt' arm. I haven't said anything, but I know I am going to have to soon. As soon as the recess bell rang, he grabbed me.

"So, spill." Stan tells me after he checks to make sure we're the only ones there.

Should I tell him? Agh, I don't know. I'm sure he would help me, but he could be mad that I would do it. I make my desicion.

Without saying anything, I roll up my sleves, and hold out my wrists. The one I didn't cut is slightly brused. I slamed it against the edge of my desk. I didn't hurt as much, but it felt pretty damn good.

Stan's eyes went wide. "You... you did this?" He asked, stepping closer.

I nodded as he lifted my arms towards him. He traced his finger along the line, not noticing my flinch.

"Why?" Stan seemed sad. He wasn't angry, and that was good. He is no good when he's angry. That's when I remember Stan going goth. I was so mad at him for doing that. I didn't understand how he could be so upset, especially only from Wendy breaking up with him. Now I know what it feels like to be sad. No matter what the circumstances, it sucks ass to be this sad. I treated Stan bad when he was depressed. I probably only mad things worse. I hope he doesn't do the same to me.

"Mom hates me. Stan, she absolutly hates me, and thinks I'm a failure."

"Kyle I'm so-" I cut him off. I don't need pity, I need love.

"Ike, too. He burned all the pictures I had of us in my room. Stan, they're all gone!" I shudder as I say it.

I expect Stan to either stand there and not now what to say, or better yet, hug me. He does what I never thought he would do, and picks up my arm yet again. He holds my hand in his, and pulls it to his face, and kisses the marks.

"It will be okay," he whispers, pulling me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. I chose to fall in love with the right person.

I know what your thinking. "AAwhhhh!" am I right? I did want another cute chapter. Isn't Stan the sweetest? It wasn't too long, but it was good, right? Bare with me :)

Longer one soon. And it will get sad again. :o