I didn't write any yesturday. I was busy with my NaNoWriMo.

And Tfro97, by little friend XD my story would love to marry you and have tons of children. *Story gets down on one knee and asks to marry you*

Here's another chappie XD (PS: The name is an inside joke. Don't worry, :)) And this one is prolly gona be a bit short, but I did write the longest one ever last time!

Butters' POV

I wake up to find myself wrapped in Kenny's arms. I couldn't sleep last night, and thought that maybe it would have been better in the bed, with him. It's not like it's anything bad, just sleeping in the same bed. Anyway, I do love him, and trust him not to do anything.

"You ready?" Kenny asks, stepping towards me, phone in hand.

I swallow deeply, before answering, "I guess so."

I take the phone from his hand, and he uses his now free hand to wrap it around me, pulling me close.

"Good luck," he says before kissing me on the forehead.

I told out my hand, and Kenny grabs it. I dial in my house number, knowing that dad will be at work.

*Ring, Ring*

"Hello?" I hear Mom answer.

"Hiya, Mom," I say to her.

"BUTTERS? BUTTERS!"

"Yeah, Mom, it's me,"

"Where did you go? Oh sweetheart, I thought you were gone. Daddy said that he assumed you were murdered by the McCormick family, where they raped you and wraped your intestines together after you were dead."

My face went pale from being disgusted and disturbed at the thought of me like that. I looked at Kenny, and he chuckled. "We would never do that to you!" Kenny whispered.

"Well, I'm at Grandma's."

"Why would you leave me!"

"Well, Dad was beatin' me, and Kenny was walking by at the time, and he saw me and got me out, and yeah, I came here," I stuttered.

Kenny nodded at me when I looked over, and he squeezed my hand in support.

"Oh I'm so sorry he would do that. He told me you were being a pain, so he yelled at you, and your friend Kenny came and took you," she sighed.

"I hate Dad. I ain't comin' home 'till he's gone."

"But sweetie, he isn't leaving."

My stomach drops, and I realise that maybe, after all, I won't be able to go home.

"Mom, I'm staying with Grandma then."

"Well sweetheart, maybe you should just come home. I'm sure your father will be good from now on,"

"NO!" I interrupt her.

"I'M NOT GOING TO BELIEVE THAT!" I yell into the phone and hang up.

Kyle's POV

I woke up with a throbbing, sore wrist. It was Sunday, so I didn't have to worry about getting out of bed just yet. I let myself fall backwards into my bed again, trying to fall asleep.

I wake up two hours later. I look at the clock, and realise it's still only 11am. If I could, I would just sleep this day away. It's not like anything better will happen. I decide that I probably won't get to sleep, so I force myself to get downstairs. Maybe I will be alone.

Instead of what I had hoped for, I find Ike sitting in the kitchen, using my laptop. My old laptop.

"What the f-" Ike cuts me off.

"Hahahahahaha I got your laptop," a taunting Ike says. He definatly has been spending too much time with Cartman, who I haven't seen in days. Skipping, no doubt.

"I fucking hate you," I yell at him, heading back to my room.

I play video games for a bit. My character is chasing down another, both with guns in their hands. I'm a level 47, only 53 away from winning the game, which will happen soon if I can't go to Stan's ever again.

Right as I am about to shoot of someones head, my cellphone rings, forcing me to click 'pause'. I flip my phone out from my pocket, open it and click 'talk'.

"Hey, dude," I can tell it's Stan.

"Shit, Stan. I'm never aloud at your house again, and Ike now has my laptop."

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have let us lose track of time. It's all my fault. I'm so so so so so so sorry, dude!"

He always blames himself, no matter how many times I tell him not to.

"Dude, it's fine, don't blame yourself. I had fun the other day, more fun then I can ever have on my computer,"

"If you're sure. So I take it you can't hang out today, then?"

"Well, what if I call Kenny and Butters, and have them come with us, and I can just tell Mom you aren't going to be there?"

"Sure," he says.

"Kay, I'll call them. I'll text ya afterwards?"

"Yepp. Bye,"

"Bye, I love you," I whisper the last part.

"Hm?" Stan says. He obviously didn't hear me, and I didn't exactly want him to.

"Never mind. Bye," I hang up.

I dial Butters' number at his Grandmother's house.

"Hey, Kyle," I think about how he would know it was me, but then I mentally smack myself for forgetting his grandmother has caller I.D.

"Hey Butters, do you and Kenny want to hang with me and Stan?"

"Sure, but you guys are gona have to come up here. I can't let Mom or Dad see me,"

"'Kay explain that later. We'll be up in about an hour,"

Butters gives me the address and we both hang up. I text Stan telling him our plans.

'We have 2 go up to Butters grandmothers house, where do ya want to meet?'

I send the message, and twenty seconds later I get a reply.

'Crap, long walk. Uh, how bout the park? 5 minutes?'

I accept, and then call Mom. She says that aslong as Stan isn't there, I can go. I quickly grab my shoes and get my sweater, before running out the door with only three minutes left.

I get there only seconds late, and see Stan already waiting. We exchange 'hellos' and a quick kiss before heading to Butters' house.

Don't shoot me, I know it was short. And I just realised adding the long lines makes like 100 words? Weird.