Here's there second chapter~ It's a little bit shorter then the first one, but that's cuz I knew I could've written more but I was eager to upload this ;v; Plus I liked where this chapter cut off... So hope you enjoy~

"Oh Jesus…" Kenny whispered, and his hand absentsentmindly found its way to his disheveled hair. Poor Butters. His crippled form lay in the drainage ditch looking quite pathetic. A steady stream of blood was flowing somewhere from where his head lay adding to the growing puddle. "Pleas don't be dead… Please don't be dead…" Kenny silently chanted as he bent down to observe to distressed teen. He rolled Butter's over and peered into his face…. and let out the breath of air he hadn't known he had been holding. His small chest, looking even more frail in the dim lighting, rose slowly down and up. The movement was barley visable, but still there none the less.

"Thank God," Kenny said, the edges of his lips turning up in a smile. With a loud grunt, the teen lifted Butter's by his waist and slung him over his shoulders with ease. He trudged across the filthy street towards his own apartment and swung the door open. "Mom! We got a guest," Kenny shouted and ducked down to avoid hitting the unconscience boy's head on the doorway.

"What's that, Kinneh dear?" his mom paused to ask, and the wooden spoon hovered over a plate piled high with noodles and cheese. She eyed the wet, bleeding boy over her son's shoulders, and her eyes widened. "Awww Kinneh… I know you feel bad an' all, but you can't go picking up every stray kid ya see…" she drawled and bit her lip.

Kenny just shook his head. "Naw Mom. This is Butters. You know the Stotch's boy?" He jerked up to lift the blonde higher on his shoulders and started towards the stairs.

A look of reconization crossed her face. "Oh! Right… That Stotch boy… Oh dear Kinneh, he's gonna be alright, right?" Her eye's darted at the blood crusting on his baby blue jacket, then up at the trail leaking from his hair.

He frowned and glanced down at the boy. "I dunno," he paused for a moment then said, "but Imma move him up stairs. Bring up some water and a washcloth or something, alright?"

"Alrighty, Kinneh…" she replied and grabbed a dirty looking towel laying near the sink as Kenny began to heave Butters up the stairs.

"Let's go you…" he whispered into the blonde's hair as he climbed. Step by step he carried him, pausing only once to catch his breath, until he reached the top. Fearing for Butters safety, he hold the boy closer and ran into his room to sling him onto his bed.

Kenny took only a moment to stare down at the boy. His hair was sweaty and stuck to his face, which was a bright red color that practically radiated heat from his growing fever. He looked so… pathetic? No… Vulnerable. He looked so vulnerable laying there on his bed with his bloody little jacket at flushed cheeks. His chest rose softly in time with his choked breaths, and for a wild few seconds Kenny could picture the boy as a sculpture. "A perfect moldel of something vulnerable in a room full of defiance," he whispered, and Butter's suddenly moaned.

"Ohhh… don't hurt me… Got no money…" he murmured and clutched the sheets to him. This drew Kenny out of his delusional fantasy and back to the living reality. The boy was bleeding, possibly dying, and obviously, needed his help.

In one swift movement, Kenny zipped off his crust jacket and flung it across the room. Next was his shirt. It was a pale pink color and Kenny had to stifle his laughter at the thing as he tried to wrestle Butters out of it. After a few moments of struggling, Kenny gave up and resorted to snipping the cloth of his body with a pair of scissors out of his drawer. The cut up cloth joined the jacket in the corner of the room.

"Hmmm… wow that's not good," Kenny quietly thought out loud as he stared at the rows of bruises ranging from tiny fingertip sized to big dark blotches. They looked extremely painful. Kenny sat on his bed next to the teen and reached towards them, lightly stroking them with his feathery touch. This enacted a small moan to escape Butters lips as trembles hit his body. Kenny pulled back his arm to tug on a parka sring.

"Mom! Where's that towel!" he turned to shout at the door.

"Coming, Kinneh dear. Hol' your horses!" a voice called back and the shallow face of his mom appeared in the doorway. There were dark circles under her eyes and wisps of firey hair stuck out from the ponytail. She held a bottle of pills in one hand, and a dripping wet washcloth clutched in the other.

After setting the objects in a pile, she left without a word, and Kenny went to work. First, he scrubbed at the crusty blood on Butters chest and back, paying close attention to mind the tender looking bruises, then moved to wiping the thin trails pouring from his head. He staunched the blood flow, and dabbed the cut on his cheek. Satisfied with his job, Kenny grabbed the bottle of pills and turned towards the teen. "Wakey wakey Butters… Time for your meds," he said with a smile and nudged the boys shoulder. No response. "Butters? Butters, dude come on wake up. Butters? Butters! Wake up, man!" Kenny said a bit more forcefully, the pills dropped to the floor and forgotten, and shook his small shoulders, trying to avoid the bruises there. "Butters. Come on, man! Wake up…"

A small whisper came from his mouth. "Mmmm... No I just wanna wah- sleep…"

"Come on, dude! Wake up! Wake up!" This was starting to get ridiculous. All rational thought left Kenny as he starred down at the blonde with disgust. Here he had totally just saved the kid's life and now he wouldn't even wake up for him!

"I… I said no!" he squeaked, and brought the limp shirts closer to him.

Kenny saw red. "Fuck you, man!" he shouted at Butters and brought back his wrist only to bring it back down in a hard slap on his bruised flesh. Kenny instantly regretted hitting him so hard, but he was still frustrated. Why hadn't the little fag just woken up in the first place?

"Ahhhh!" he screamed, furthering Kenny's guilt, then choked out a "What the-!" and looked around wildly. Slowly at first, the tears squeeze out of his eyes, then to Kenny's horror, Butter's clamped his eyes shut into full blown sobs.

"Save your fucking life and this is what I get in return… fucking Butter's… Ain't gotta be a pussy about it-" Kenny muttered, but eyed up the tears. "Oh Jesus Christ… You're crying…" he said, and bit his lip.

Butters continued to cry, nose snotty and eyes closer, his face pinched in a look of panic. "Waaaaahhh!" he sniveled.

Distressed and not the best at comforting, Kenny patted the smaller boy awkwardly and tried to think of something to say. "Look dude… I'm sorry… Just stop crying," he finally decided on, hoping an apology would stop the waterworks.

That must've done the trick, because Butters mouth shut after a moment and his eyes peeled open slowly. "Kenny?"

"About time…" the teen thought and absentmindedly tugged at his parka strings adding to the growing awkwardness of the whole situation. "Ya? So?"

Butters perked up a bit when he saw the blonde teen. "No... I mean… Yes! Yes You're just the guy I was wah- looking for!" he said enthusiastically. "You see… Eric… and Guitar Hero and um… I was coming down here to… but then…" he babbled to the confused Kenny, who only caught bits and pieces of Butters rushed speech. What the fuck was he talking about? Suddenly, the poor boy froze, and that same look of panic crossed his expression. He turned ghost pale and murmured, "I… I…"

The side's of Kenny's mouth tugged down into a small frown. "Butter's? What's wrong- Woah!" Without warning, Butters went limp and toppled forward, his eyes rolled back and his face the same shade of milky pale. Kenny jerked out of his way to avoid being flattened by the boy's frail form, and managed to fall of the bed. As Butters lay, once again, unconscience on the bedspread, Kenny scrabbled to stand back up. He managed to steady himself and rubbed the back of his head where it had smacked against the floor.

"Jesus Christ," was the only thing he could say as he watched the boy for any sign of movement. When he found none, he shrugged and looked around wondering what to do next. Obveriously, Butters needed a little longer to… recover. His steely blue eyes turned back to gaze at him, watch the ragged breath flow from his parted lips, the way his matted blonde hair, only a few shades lighter then Kenny's own locks, stuck up every which way. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't that bad looking. Kenny noticed, in a very non-gay way mind you, how… feminane Butters features had turned to. Even back in elementary school the kid always had that sort of gonna-definetally-turn-out-gay look to him, what with the big blue doe eyes and rosy cheeks, but Kenny never would've guessed just how right they all were. Even at fifteen the blonde could pass as a girl. And an attractive one at that…

"Shut up," he thought to himself and shook his head clear of thoughts. This was not the time and place for this, and Kenny suddenly felt extremely creepy for watching the teen while he slept. He tugged on the ends of his parka strings ceremoniously, signaling that it was time to leave the awkward situation at once. It was time to let Butters sleep off his… trauma. "Good luck, little buddy," he murmured and threw one last casual look at the teen before heading downstairs to, much to his distaste, the smell of macoroni.

Butters picked at his hands quietly as he waited for Kenny to come back from changing. This was all so new… and strange. Sleeping over at Kenny's house was one thing, as Butters had done it before, but with the rest of the boys. Sleeping over at Kenny's house alone? That was something entirely different.

"Mmmmkay. Bathroom's all yours," Kenny said sleepily as he came in wearing nothing but a white wife beater and a pair of orange checkered boxer shorts.

Carefully not to stare too much at his generous host, Butters jumped up from his spot on the bed and passed Kenny silently, wringing his hands nervously all the way. Ever since that whole 'strange' comment from the teen, Butters had been feeling more and more uncomfortable by the minute. Butters had tried to let it blow over, tried to just forget it, but his attempts were in vain. Did Kenny really think he was...strange? Did he only rescue Butters cuz it was the right thing to do…? What if Kenny was just letting him stay over for the same reason… What if he was thinking he could not wait to get the smaller boy outta his house… The thoughts plagued Butters mind like a disease, rendering him almost speechless throughout the night. Even when the Mcormicks had gratiously let Butters stay for the macoroni dinner. Even though Butters knew it was a cheap dinner, he greatly appreciated the boxed noodles and the poptarts they had for dessert. And much to Butters nervous gratification, Mrs. Mcormick had even pulled out the lone bottle of whipped cream for the poptarts because it was a 'special occasion'. And even though the noodles were still slightly hard and uncooked, and the poptarts were burnt, Butters enjoyed ever bite.

Kenny raised an eyebrow. "Dude, are you like… ok? You've been pretty quiet all night."

Butters bristled and paused his journey towards the door, shoulders tensed and knuckles bumping together as usual. "Um… I-I don't know what you're talking about! I'm fine," he lied. In all reality, Butters had indeed said very few words during his stay there. Besides the occasional please and thank you, Butters had been virtually silent.

Now Kenny was frowning. "No seriously man don't do this. I saved your skinny ass from that asshole, now you can't even talk to me? What the hell?"

"Oh hamburgers way to go, Butters…" He whipped around and said, "Oh gee, Kenny! No, it's not like that at all! It's m-more like… oh jeez um… I don't wah- wanna over stay my welcome."

The other boy was silently, a weird look crossing his face, and at that moment Butters wished with his entire heart he could read minds, so as too know exactly what was going on underneath that untidy mop of blonde hair. Then, Kenny laughed. And it wasn't a forced laugh either, it was a nice deep honest laugh that even had Butters chuckling a little bit, too. "Hey… Hey," he said through giggles, "Stop laughing at me! It's n-not funny! I'm wah- serious!"

Kenny collected himself and stood up straight, his eye's still glinting with silent laughter. "Naw, it's cool man. I know you're serious it's just…" He started to laugh again.

"Kenny!"

"Hahaha! Gah I'm sorry, It's just you're so…"

"So what…?" "Oh God… Oh Jesus please don't say strange…"

"Butters!" he finished with another laugh.

The other boy was silent. What was that supposed to mean…? His eyebrows furrowed and he crossed his arms in a moment of self conscieness. "I'm so me? What the heck is that supposed to mean…?"

Kenny shrugged and smiled a little. "I dunno. It's just… I guess I'm so used to the other guys, you know fatass barking out orders like Hitler and Kyle's constant faggy whining and Stan's cynical shit of course. I dunno," he repeated. "It's a nice change I guess…for now that is." He shrugged… and tugged at the parka strings yet again. "I'm not used to all this polite shit."

Butters stared at him. Polite shit? Was that a compliment? It was so hard to tell with Kenny. Slowly, a nervous smile formed on Butters face. "Oh… Oh! W-well in that case… Good. Um thanks for the food… and letting me stay here… Thank you, Kenny."

The weird look returned, but this time Kenny was smiling. "Awww well… um your welcome?" He rubbed the back of his head. "If you called that shit food that is…"

"No! I loved dinner."

"The poptarts were burnt."

"They w-were slightly crispy I wah- guess…"

"Yeah… if you like characoal."

That enacted a bubble laugh from Butters and after a few more words were shared between the two, Butters continued on to the bathroom. Inside was just a grimy looking mirror and… a clogged toilet. An equally looking filthy sink sat in the corner, and Butters couldn't help but wrinkle his nose from the smell.

"Ew," he said as he manipulated his way around the spilled water on the floor, and grabbed the oversized orange T-shirt Kenny had left for him. "Kenny sure l-likes orange," he vagually thought and yanked it over his head. It draped around him like a dress. He lifted one foot, then the other and pulled up the ratty sweatpants, making sure not to trip over the extra fabric bunching around his ankles. Butters tightened the pants strings, but it still hung off his skinny body uncomfortably over baggy. "Oh hamburgers…" he said with a frown as he looked at himself through the dirty mirror. He looked ridiculous. His sweaty face shone in the bathroom light and the make shift pajamas looked so stupid on him. "Oh well…it's wah- now or never!" Butters crossed his little fingers as he walked into the room, hoping Kenny wouldn't comment on how ridiculous he looked.

He stepped inside and all thoughts immediantly left him. The teen gasped, and looked down to avoid staring at the scene. Kenny lounged on his bed, one hand clutching a brightly colored Playboy magazine and the other stuck deep in his pants. There was a look of concentration on his face as he stared at the magazine. After a few tense minutes of arguing with himself whether to leave and come back later, or not, Butters finally let out a tiny cough and flushed red.

Kenny looked up and pulled his hand out, wiping it on the bed spread. He sat up and smiled. "Oh hey," he laughed when he looked Butters up and down. "Ahhh Oops Should've found ya something smaller…huh? Sorry it's just most of my stuff is handy downs from my douche cousins so I don't get a lot of picking what I want…"

As Kenny rambled on about clothes, Butters flushed even more. Why wasn't the teen noticing the extremely awkward situation they were in! Didn't he realize what had just happen! Butters blinked a few times and bit his lip, not knowing what to do.

Kenny trailed off as he noticed the uncomfortable Butters. "What's wrong…" he stopped and looked at the boy eyeing up his magazine. He grinned cheekily. "Oh. Haha where are my manners… You wanna go with it?" Much to Butters extreme embarrassment, Kenny held up the Playboy towards him. "I swiped it from my dad's room but that bastard won't miss it." He shook the thing in Butters direction again.

He shook his head wildly. "Um.. Naw T-that's o-ok Kenny. I'm wah- I'm g-good." "God dangit," he thought, "my stuttering's wah- really actin' up n-now…"

Kenny stared up at him frowning, raised an eyebrow again, then shrugged. "Eh whatever man. I mean, it helps me get to sleep, but whatever works for you…" Suddenly he froze, then grinned mischeiviously. "Oh right… You don't play for that team right?"

Butters eyes widened. "W-what?"

"Hey, it's cool with me man. If ya want 'em, I know for a fact my mom's got some men's one's in her bottom drawer."

"W-what!" Butters stuttered in horror.

Kenny let out a loud laugh and waggled his eyebrows devilishly. "Haha Calm down, man, I'm just kidding. Learn to fucking take a joke."

"Oh… heh…" Butters tried to laugh, but it caught in his throat. At this point, he would've taken walking home and risking getting mugged again over this.

Kenny sat up Indian style, and clasped his knees. "So… You wanna do anything? I got video games… Granted it's a pre-used Playstation 2, but it's something," he shrugged and said, "but if you're tired that's cool, too." He looked up at him questioningly.

"Hmm Well gee that's nice of you, Kenny… But I mean it's your house and all… W-whateva you wanna do…" he said with a nervous smile. Really, all Butters wanted to do was sleep. His head still ached a little, and the bruises were sore. Plus, this was getting more and more awkward by the minute for the blonde and he kinda just wished the night would end…

Kenny dragged his fingers through his hair and whistled. "Whooo boy, Butters. You really are something else, arntcha?"

Butters winced, still standing in the middle of the room. "Whatcha mean…?"

He shrugged and pulled at a loose string on the bedspread. "I dunno… Like I mean like I already said, I'm just not used to this. Usually by now, Cartman would've inhaled our weekly food supply and hogged the video games for the entire night, or Stan would've started right up with some boring angsty speech about that fucking girlfriend of his or something… It's just weird, ya know. You're so… I don't know."

"I don't know…?" "Strange? Faggy? Gullible? Queer?" The impossibly long list of insults ran rampant through Butters mind.

"Easy going."

"What!" "W-what? Really?"

"Yeah totally man. I mean, Kyle's pretty cool like that when he wants to, but there's always that… cold undertone. Especially when the fatass is there, which he usually is unfortunetally. You're just…" Kenny paused to trace circles on the bedspread. "Comfortable."

"Wow…" For once, Butters was lost for words. Where had this come from? "Oh gee, thanks so m-much Kenny! Wah- that's really n-nice of you…"

Kenny just shrugged… and then, "Anyway… what's up that stutter thing of yours? You've had that for like… forever. I mean, I kinda just forget it's there, most of the time but… I've always wonder…?" His sentence ended in an obvious question.

By now, Butters had slowly mad his way to stand next to Kenny's bed, his hands playing with the pants strings, and at this comment, he blushed. Butters didn't really like talking about his stutter problem… He went to a counselor and they had talked about it before, but it was that sort of thing that you just live with and try to ignore. "Well, hmm, gee Kenny. I dunno. It sorta j-just comes out that wah- way…" he lied.

"Butters, dude, I know your lying. Come on, just spit it out."

"I dunno…"

"Dude we are having a sleepover, right?" He smirked mischieviously.

"Ya so?" Butters bumped his knuckles together and avoided Kenny's hard gaze.

"Ya soooo have'nt he ever had a sleep over before?" Butters ignored the question, wondering if Kenny realized that yes, he had, and in fact he had joined him and the other guys on their sleepovers before. "There's ya know… secret sharing and shit. And I mean what the fuck our we supposed to do anyway if we aren't gonna play video games or sleep."

"He has a point…" Butters conscience interjected, but Butters shushed it. "Well um… I dunno it's kinda personal…"

Now Kenny was curious. "Oh really?" he said perking up. He frowned, thinking for a second, then said, "Well how about this. We'll take turns, ok? You tell me a secret, and I'll tell you one of mine. It'll be like… a game!" He really loved games.

"W-well um… That wah- sounds reasonable I-I guess…"

"Exactly," Kenny said smugly and leaned back against the pillows.

Butters hesitantly climbed onto the bed next to the blonde teen, and shifted his legs to get comfortable. Under any other circumstances he wouldn't tell anybody this, but this was a… special circumstance. Besides, Butters was actually kinda curious as to what secrets, if any, Kenny had. "Well…" he said wringing his hands, "it's sort of a nervous tic…"

"No shit."

"Yeah… and um… Well I g-guess… wah- I just get nervous and don't know wether t-to continue or not…" Butters looked up to see if Kenny was still listening. He was. "And um… I'm just a hesitant person. Wah- I never know if what imma bought to say is… acceptable."

"Acceptable…?" Kenny said questioningly.

"Yeah ya know… Like if it's what the other person wah- wants to hear and st-tuff…"

"Why care what other people think. You shouldn't give a fuck about what anybody else thinks, Butters," he replied with a frown.

"Yeah! Well it's easy for you to say… You're cool…" Butters mumbled, his face turning red. He hated talking about himself.

Kenny let out a harsh laugh. "Cool! Dude, look around you. My room, no my whole house, is a fucking gas station bathroom. We eat boxed macoroni every night, and my parents are like, constantly drunk. Please, bitch. I'm not cool."

"But the whole school loves you…" he said getting embarrassed. This was not how Butters had pictured this conversation in his mind.

Kenny's faced turned instantly dark. "Butters. Read my lips. I don't give a fuck about the rest of the school." Butters felt a shiver go through him at the bitterness of Kenny's curse. "I've got my mates, and the rest of the school can go fuck themselves."

"You seem to be doing more of the fucking of them then they are doing themselves!" Butters blurted out, then squeaked, his hands flying out cover his mouth. "Oh Jesus… Oh sweet mother of God! Look what you've done now, you… you a-asshole!" Butters hadn't meant to let it slip out. It was a complete accidently slip of the tongue. He hadn't meant to bring up the fact that Kenny was the known manwhore of the South Park High School, and that it was known throughout it that Kenny had slept around quite a lot. He was experienced, and Butters, along with the rest of the school knew that.

Butters flinched, expecting to full wrath of the teen, but when it never came, slowly he peeled his eyes open to see what was wrong. Kenny's face was pale, his lips pursed shut as he stared at the bed spread silently. His eyes were strangely blank, the steely blue dark and brooding. His hands were clenched in fists, the skin stretched taunt over his knuckles.

"K-kenny…?"

"I think it's time to sleep now," he whispered, cutting Butters off.

After a few moments of tense silence, Butters found himself in Kenny Mcormick's bed., in the dark, with the owner of the bed as far on the other side as possible, breathing quietly. They were sharing a bed. They were sharing a bed. The thought kept worming it's way into the teen's head, but he mentally shook it away. It was obvious, by the boy's stony silence and how he had avoided Butters pleading looks, that he hated him now. So Butters lay under the thin sheets on the cheap mattress, springs digging into his back, and tried despretally to hold back the flow of tears. Just as quickly as it had started, his new friendship had ended. Butters was lucky Kenny hadn't forced him out of his house to walk home in the dark alone. He was lucky to just be laying there in the bed.

"Then why don't I feel very lucky…" Butters thought to himself and let one tear escape from his eye. It rolled down his cheek, past the cut there, and collected on his chin. It wobbled, and fell creating a miniscule dark spot on the orange shirt. "This is all your fault, ya know," his conscience reminded him and Butters bit his lip, trying so hard to not let any more tears out. He couldn't help it. Just the whole idea, how happy he had felt when Kenny had said 'friend' signaling a start of a new closer relationship, one that Butters wished he had more of, and suddenly having it ripped away from him. And having it be all is fault. It was too much for the teen. Trying to make himself as quiet as possible, Butters stared up at the ceiling and cried. His small frame shook with sobs, and he felt Kenny tense up across the bed. "Oh great… Now you woke him up. Good going, Butters, you l-little shit."

After a few more awkward moments of stifled sobs, Butters said the first thing that came to mind. "My p-parent's beat me."

Kenny froze, the sheets stretched over his back. Very slowly he relaxed a little, and said in a whisper so quiet Butters wasn't sure if he had really said it. "Really…?"

Butters nodded. "Yeah…" he said even quieter, staring up at the peeling ceiling. For some strange reason, Butters sang a verse in his head of a song that always made him cry. "And I saw my reflection… In a snow covered hill. And the landslide brought me down…" "W-when I'm bad…"

Kenny was silent, his back still turned.

"Well I've been afraid of changing cuz I've built my life around you. But time made you older and children get older and I'm getting older too." "Or if I say something… wrong."

"And if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill, well a landslide brought me down…" "It's mostly my dad really… He hits pretty hard…"

Suddenly, Kenny rolled over to look at Butters, and the boy could see tears shining in his eyes. His breath caught in his throat. Was Kenny, strong tough cocky Kenny from the bad side of town, crying? "Is that why you stutter, Butters…?"

Butters looked at him, and bumped his knuckles together under the sheets. "Well, um y-yah, Kenny. It wah- is…"

Their eyes met, and Kenny frowned. "I'm sorry, man…" he whispered. "That's um… that's a real bummer." He was still crying, now more freely.

They were silent, not quite knowing what to say to each other, but still keeping steady eye contact. And surprisingly… it wasn't awkward, as Butters thought it would be. It was… nice. "I have sex with lots people… at school ya know, cuz I'm self conscience. Ya know… sex is just sex. It makes me feel better… about myself…" Kenny finished his confession that trailed into a whisper that was barely audioable. He looked away. "And I mean… Don't tell anybody I said that… I'll fucking kill you Butters… Seriously man… Cuz I've never, um, told anybody that before…" Butters barely took any notice to the empty threat.

"Well gee Kenny…" he breathed. "Imma not gonna tell anybody that… You can count on me." He meant it, too. "As long as you don't tell people… what I said. I've never told anybody t-that either… Wah- they're nice people, Kenny… But when I g-get outta line… they handle it differently then others… I don't wah- wanna get t-taken away from them…"

Kenny just shrugged, and looked down at the sheets.

"And anyway… It's ok. A-about your… problem I mean. Everybody wants to feel l-loved…"

"Not love, just sex."

"Oh."

"But love's nice, too… I just don't get that a lot ya know…" Kenny had stopped crying, but for once the usually comfortable boy looked embarrassed, something Butters had never seen before.

"Well, gee Kenny, I love you."

"Butters… I'm not a fag," Kenny said a bit too quickly.

He flushed. "I-I meant as a friend…"

"Oh…" Was that… Was that a hint of disappointment in Kenny's voice? No… No it couldn't be. It was simply just Butter's imagination playing tricks on him. That was impossible.

"Yah…" Suddenly, it got real awkward real fast. "Dangit, Butters! Why do you always ruin everything!"

"Hey Butters…?"

"Yeah?"

"How come we were so mean to you back in elementary school…?" Butters could tell it was a rhetorical question, so he intently continued to listen, actually feeling curious himself for the answer. Yes, why were so mean to the boy back then? "I mean… I know it was mostly Cartman and stuff, but I mean we all just kinda… let it happen. Nobody really did anything to stop him, ya know?" Oh how Butters knew. "And like… that whole ninja star thing… Jesus Christ I'm really sorry about that, man…" Butters heard his voice crack, and he bit his lip. "Do something, dumby!" his conscience cried out.

"Awww, Ken. D-don't cry… It was ok, really! It turned out fine, right?" he tried to comfort the crying fifteen year old.

"Yeah, I know! But I mean… Nobody even cared about that either! They were only concerned about fucking Cartman being fucking naked on TV! Nobody even cared that a little boy had a fucking ninja star in his eye!" Kenny sobbed, and Butters panicked. He had never seen the teen cry this much in his entire life. He had always thought of Kenny as that emotionless whore of a boy, who had Eric's title of best friend, one which Butters had always envied, the towns poor kid who lived near the train tracks. This was a whole new side of Kenny he had never seen before. It was weird… It was like you thought you knew someone, and then you're whole perspective of them changes. "T-this is so trippy," Butters decided, then reached out to pat Kenny awkwardly on the shoulder.

"Hey Kenny… P-please don't cry… My dad says c-cryings for wah- little girls and babies… You're tough, K-kenny…" he trailed off as the wailing boy took his awkward pat as a sign to reach out and cling to Butters. He grabbed onto the boy and hugged him tightly, still crying into his over sized T shirt. Butters flushed. "Oh hamburgers…" He patted Kenny's back again and said, "There t-there… wah- let it all out… It's gonna be ok…" This was all a little too… weird for him. Usually Butters was the one crying… being comforted… "It'll b-be wah- fine… Honest, Kenny…"

"But… I feel so bad, ok? I mean… How do you live with yourself?"

Butters frowned and stopped patting him. "Well… Gee thanks, Kenny."

"No!" the teen wailed. "I didn't mean it like that…" He looked up and steely blue eyes met pale ones. "I mean… I'm serious. How do you live like that? The stuttering… And I mean I know our school's full of fucktards and all… but I mean you're Butters! Jesus… I mean it's always, kinda been on my mind, ya know… But how do you handle it?"

"Being bullied…?"

"Yeah!"

"Well gee… I dunno… I kinda just ignore it ya k-know…? I mean… ya it's bad… But I explained this to S-stan once… After I got dumped by that Lexus girl ya know… From Raisins?" Kenny nodded. "Everyt-time somebody hurts my feelings… Everytime my d-dad hits me when I'm bad… Yeah It makes me feel pretty…. Well pretty wah- shitty honestly. But wah- I know like… however sad I'm feeling then… that means I'm human ya know? It means that if I'm that sad, there's always gonna be a happy to m-match that right? There's wah- always an opposite to everything. Black and white. Big and small. Sad and happy. So… I mean like I said. For however sad I am, there's an equal feeling of h-happy. Just knowing wah- that helps me to keep going!" Butters smiled a little. "Knowing that feelings there… That i-it's possible to get… It keeps me going. Wah- that's how I handle it," he finished quietly, whispering it into Kenny's hair that was muffled against his face.

Kenny was silent. He had stopped crying, and was now just hugging Butters tiny midsection and looking down blankly. Then he looked up and met the other boy's eyes. "Butters?" he finally said.

"Hmm y-yeah Ken?"

"You're a good friend…" he whispered. "Much better… then um… Cartman."

"But Eric's his best friend…" Butters thought to himself, feeling a bubble of hope grow in his chest. "Gee… Thanks, Kenny. You're a good f-friend, too!" Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, Butters shifted his neck a little to give Kenny a peck to the forehead. It was a friendly gesture. A non-gay friendly gesture…

Kenny was again… silent. No rude comment about fags. No ew get away form me. Just silence. After a few moments of feeling Kenny's rumbling breath, his heaving chest next to Butters, the teen realized the other had fallen asleep. Moving him over a little to get more comfortable, but still keeping their close proximity, Butters cuddled up in the sheets and curled into Kenny's sleeping form. "Good n-night… friend," he whispered and shut his eyes.

So how was that? Good hopefully. Anyway... Sorry if they seemed OOC, especially Kenny. He really actually pretty badass, but that was just his vulnerable side coming out, which it often does around Butters... Please Review? It makes me wanna keep writing...Even just a simple little "Keep writing" X'D Haha If you can spare the time. Buh bai~