Day Seven: Canada, aye?

I'm an observer.

I don't mind though! I love hanging out with my friends, even if I don't really know them that well. They're all really nice people and have great personalities!

"Tweek, come on! I was just kidding!" whined Clyde, while Craig gave him a sharp and rather threatening glare.

Tweek hid under the bed…again, "B-But you said you -nngh- were a vampire!" he yelped again, "You mi-might suck my blood! Jesus, that's way too much pressure, man!"

Tweek and me are the best of friends! We weren't really friends in elementary school because his twitches used to scare me, like I thought he was some crazy freak! Then during sixth grade we started hanging out more. It was random, but it was good, actually I remember the day we became friends like it was just yesterday...

"Sweet Jesus!" I looked around confused, where did that sound come from? It sounds familiar?

I scanned the park and instantly saw a freaked out blonde. Hmm? Kind of like looking in the mirror, so to speak. Well I now I feel sympathetic towards the boy, I just have to help him! I mean, he's just sitting on the ground, bawling his eyes out!

I nervously walked over to the hysterical blonde and gave him a shy smile, "Hi, I'm Butters!"

He looked up at me with a mixture of shock and pure fear. For a minute I thought he'd jump up and attack me, but instead he just wiped his tears and stood up catiously, "W-well, I'm Tweek."

"We're both in the same gym class!" I smiled with real happiness. People don't often talk to me, so making a new friend is a good idea!

"Oh geez! We're pl-playing dodgeball! Just -nngh- imagine getting hit in the h-head with one of balls and then you're screwed! Because Pip throws the ball -nngh- really REALLY fast a-and I'll end up with head trama! I'll go into a como! I'm too young to go into a coma, man!"

"That's a whole lot of pressure!" I nodded along listening to him.

"Too much!"

"Well, why were y-you cryin'?" I asked, I hope I'm not prying into his personal life or anything!

"The squirell has it out for me, man! I-I was just sitting -nngh- below the tree, drinking coffee and then -nngh- out of nowhere a killer squirell attacked me!" I tilted my head in confussion, squirells are gentle creatures, right? "He pelted me with acorns! He's evil! And he's in cahoots with the underpants gnomes!"

"I see?"

I enjoy hanging out with Tweek, he reminds me that I'm still sane.

Craig shoved Clyde and sent him toppling to the ground- it looked awfully painful. "The only one sucking you, would be me." Craig smirked as he helped Tweek out from under the bed.

I've never really had a one on one conversation with Craig before but sometimes he is too scary to confront. I remember during freshman year Tweek developed his crush on Craig, he used to talk all about how amazing he was. This was before me and Bebe had even said two words to Craig, so we used to be very confused as to why Tweek, an energetic bunny, would like Craig, a plank of wood.

Tweek said Craig was so funny, but whenever I saw him he just flipped me off and didn't mumble a word. It doesn't bother me though, because Tweek is my best friend and Craig is the nicest to him! It makes me happy to know he's taking good care of my buddy.

That's really all I know about Craig: Tweek's head over heals for the fella, he wears a blue chullo and he flips people off. Oh and my parents say he's bad news and to stay away from that trouble maker.

"So what you're saying, Craig, is you're the vampire?" Token said with a wide grin as he helped Clyde up and they laughed at the now seriously ticked off boy.

Token hardly talks to me, but I figure he's busy keeping Clyde in line. They're really good friends! Actually I'd even say they're best friends. They're always with one another no matter what, I see them with each other at their lockers, at the lunch table, walking down the halls, sitting on the bus together, they're just two fellas stuck like glue. Gosh, they might even be lovers!

Oh gee-whiz, Bebe wouldn't like that one bit!

"Clyde, go eat a taco." I guess that could be considered a comeback…

"Craig, go suck some blood." Clyde shot back. I guess this is a really bad comeback war…

Clyde's really hyper and silly. I may not be extremely close to him or nothing but we still consider each other friends. We used to be in the same math class sophomore year- he sat behind me. When he wasn't sleeping he used to shoot spit balls at Pip- I thought that was awfully mean, Pip never did nothing wrong! I was mean too…I used to laugh along and smile with Clyde. I thought we were bonding, you know? Though when we do have conversations all he really says is that I'd be hot as a girl. I don't plan on telling Kenny that…

Kenny is the nicest person I know! He's my best friend and has been since seventh grade. We we're kind of friends in elementary school, but normally he picked on me and hung out with Cartman a lot. I figure that's why he was so harsh before. In middle school Kenny really sprouted out of his shell! He started talking to more than just his main three friends, he's now close to EVERYONE on the bus.

"I got it!" I jumped a little when Kenny wiggled our seat cushion. I rubbed my knuckles and looked up at him with curious eyes. He said my eyes are like puddles, not oceans, puddles- I didn't question him, he was drunk. "Canada."

"Canada?" I repeated.

"Yeah, let's go to Canada!" Kenny exclaimed enthusiastically.

Craig rolled his eyes and flipped Kenny off, "Dude, Canada is a disgrace."

"What are you talking about?" asked Kyle annoyed.

"They sent us Justin Bieber, man!" Tweek twitched and pulled at his hair. He's informed me that Lady Gaga scares the shit out of him because she's like an alien, Snooki scares him because she might rape him and Justin Bieber's hair is going to take over the world.

"I'll never forgive them for that." said Stan with a snide grin.

"Yeah, so fuck Canada." Craig finished monotonously.

"Fuck you, Craig. My brother is Canadian." Kyle spat harshly and glared at Stan too.

"They sent us a Jewish Canadian. Well that settles it, fuck Canada!" Eric said casually as he ate cheesie poofs.

Kyle turned red with anger and was ready to flip out, I felt this was a good time to intervene, "B-But Canada has better television! R-right, Eric? I mean you hate Family Guy because it's a cocksucker show, th-that's what you told me!"

Kenny smiled, "Plus don't you want to try Canadian bacon?"

"Bacon?" Eric thought for a moment and sucked the cheese off his fingers, "Fine, let's go to Canada."

"Fine, eet weell take several hourz." Christophe said as he ignited the wheel. I don't really know Christophe either, but then again nobody really knows him. Bebe is friends with him and Kyle is awfully close to him, but I don't think any of us have ever been real good friends with him.

"Alrighty, Butters, let me do your make up!" Bebe smiled happily as she jumped out of her seat to retrieve the beauty products. As much as I want to say I hate her doing my make up and combing my hair, I can't. I love when she dresses me up! I feel so pretty afterwards and Kenny pays more attention to me.

I smiled and nodded, "Okay, Bebe!"

Kenny wrapped his arm around me and kissed my cheek, "Make up is rather hot, but don't let anyone else have yah."

I smiled in response, "Thanks, Kenny! I promise I'm all yours."

Kenny's the nicest person to me and probably the only one for me! The very first night we went on the trip, before we made the pact, he told me a secret.

"Hiya, Ken!" I smiled happily as I galloped down my pathway to meet up with the orange clad boy.

"Hey, Buttercup." He smiled back at me- he had his hood down. Kenny really does have a nice smile. Seeing his actual facial features is much nicer than seeing his usual hood. He grabbed my duffle bag and we began our walk to Bebe's house.

"I'm really excited!" I said as I rubbed my hands nervously together. I hope there won't be too much drama! When I watch reality TV shows where everyone is living in the same house there's always a whole leap of drama. I sure don't want that!

"I'm going to suggest a certain pact tonight." I looked over at Kenny, due to the fact that he wasn't being his usual flirtatious or goofy self.

"Wh-what kinda pact?" I asked curiously and you know…nervously.

"A dating pact. One where everyone agrees not to have permanent couples. So one minute someone could go kiss Kyle then the next second they could be fucking Wendy. No limitations." he explained, still serious. You would think he would be erotic, I mean this is Kenny we're talking about!

I stared at him confused, "That's n-nice. A bit slutty though…"

He chuckled lightly and put his arm around me, "Exactly."

"So you want me to agree to it? 'Cause my parents would be awful sore if they found out I was being a whore."

Kenny stiffened his grip on me and pulled me closer, "No." I quirked a brow and looked around in confusion, what does he want me to do? "I want you to pretend to agree to the pact. You nod and go along with it, but-" he paused and stopped walking. I felt him grab me and face me towards him, now staring directly into his eyes, "The only person I want you kissing is me. The only person I want you flirting with is me. The only person I want you fucking is me."

All I remember thinking after that is someone really cared about me. Someone wants me all to themselves. And boy howdy did that feel good!

So now I stay side by side with Kenny.

"I'm in five layers of clothes, did I mention it's summer." whined Bebe for the millionth time. Shucks, I'm not trying to be mean or nothing, but ever since we decided to go skiing, tubing and snowboarding down the mountains she's been complaining. She doesn't like the idea of wearing thousands of clothes, "You will not be able to see my sexy curves! I look like a marshmallow!"

"Not to mention with your coordination you'll probably face plant and roll down the hill." Kyle smirked at the blonde but she just scoffed.

"As long as, Darsh, helps me." she smirked at Stan.

Kyle laughed and Stan just rolled his eyes, "Dude, he stole Heather from me!"

I noticed Wendy tuning in and sneering at the mention of another girls name. I think Stan and Wendy should just break up! I don't wanna get into other people's business or nothing, but Wendy had sex with Cartman while Stan hasn't done nothing but tell her how amazing she is. That's just bitchy.

"Hey, assholes, we have the skis and snowboards." said Craig as he handed Tweek a set of skis.

"What about tubing?" asked Wendy curiously.

"We'll do that later, hoe." said Cartman out of nowhere. He smirked at me, I blushed a bit, "Butters you should stay on the bunny hill, we don't want you to get hurt or anything."

"Is that a threat?" asked Kenny harshly.

It felt like I shrunk a bit, I don't like when people yell or fight about me, or something related to me in any possible way. "Well, gee fellas, I don't want to go on the big hills! I'll break a leg!"

"What?" shouted Tweek who was already having a nervous breakdown, while he tried to buckle himself into the skis.

"Well let's start skiing, bitches!" Kenny wrapped his arm around me and grinned stupidly.

MONTAGE!

I did my pizza and French fry stance until I saw Tweek swiveling down the hill, screaming for his life, "Oh mother of Christ! LET ME LIVE!"

...

Bebe insisted on going down the big hill with me.

I looked back as we slowly went up the ski lift, "Bebe! We only have one board!"

She blinked at me confused, then smiled- I'm kind of scared…

Moments later she placed the board down, I sat down at the tip and she wrapped herself around me. We flew down the hill laughing the whole time. You know until we hit a hill and went plummeting into a pile of snow.

...

"Craig, be jealous. I have skills!" Clyde bent his knees and started going down the hill. He was doing a real good job and everything!

Craig yawned as he stood straight up on the board, showing absolutely no effort. Yet he still managed to catch up to Clyde and somehow trip the husky brunette, "I wish I had those skills."

Now that was a snide remark.

...

"Bacon? Bacon? BACON!" yelled Eric angrily. I looked over nervously as he came stumbling towards me in his skiis with some Canadian bacon gripped in his hand, "Canadian bacon is just fucking ham! It's fucking ham!"

"Yeah, but it's g-good, right?" I asked as I rubbed my knuckles together.

"Whatever, I fucking hate Canada! Justin Bieber wannabes, fucking ham, stupid snow..."

...

"Come on Buttercup! Time to race!"

Yeah we raced…let's just say I lost and not mention my pathetic crash into an obese woman's backside…

...

Kenny, Clyde and I grabbed one another's tubes and linked together. Gee whiz this is going to be fun! The man pushed us down and we hit an extreme speed.

Clyde's eyes widened and he looked like a crazed meth addict…I sure hope he isn't a meth addict, that would be a downer. "DUDE I'M GONNA UPCHUCK!"

Kenny ceased laughing and quirked a brow a the obnoxious boy, "Upchuck?"

Clyde magically calmed down and nodded with a goofy grin, "It's the formal term for puke."

Now I ruffled my brows, "Isn't that informal?"

"Yeah, don't be an illiterate dumbfuck." said Kenny.

We reached the bottom of the hill and Clyde pouted, "Like I'm gonna listen to the white trash hillbilly and the boy with a speech impediment!"

"I prefer the term redneck." Kenny smirked and turned his attention to me, I blushed again, "You're just jealous you're not as adorable as Buttercup."

Clyde rolled his eyes, "Well I want a pudding cup."

...

Me and Craig stood at the bottom of the hill watching the shaking blonde stand numbly at the top. We shared a worried glance, though his still managing to be more apathetic than mine.

"Come on, Tweekers!" he shouted and we could clearly see the insomniac flinch, "It's only a bunny hill!"

I nodded, "Come on! You can do it!"

We were wrong he went down the hill, hit a nonexistent object and fell. Craig attempted to be a hero and save his blonde but that just resulted in Tweek hitting him with a ski cane thing…

...

I saw Wendy and Cartman get into a fight, now she's hanging out with Token. Possibly just using him to get Cartman jealous, that's how hoes work…

...

"Don't you find it unfair?" I sat beside Eric on the ski lift, now I'm starting to regret it.

"What are you talkin' 'bout, Eric?" I asked somewhat nervous and a tiny bit curious, mostly nervous though. I mean I can feel them butterflies flappin' in my stomach!

"Kenny gets to flirt his ass off, kiss anybody he wants, go around raping chicks, but you can't do any of that UNLESS it's with him."

"I-I don't s-see a problem with it…" I'm stuttering more than usual, oh geez…

"He's got you on a leash, break free." Maybe that would sound like good advice, but there are also two problems. One, it's Eric talking. Two, he sounds rather insincere…

Though maybe he has a point, Kenny does make out with an awful lot of people, I mean I know he flirts with a whole lot of gals and fellas, but that doesn't mean he actually likes them. He's Kenny, that's just what he does.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I reached the bottom of the slope. Kenny grinned at me, "Hey, Buttercup, nice skiing skills." he winked and put his arm around me.

I looked at him, just studying him...Eric may be right...

I just want to give a shout out to EVERYONE who's reviewed this story! :D Because you guys are the ones that keep me updating, if it weren't for the kind reviews then I probably would of quit a while ago xD

My opinion on Butters is pretty shitty, I know in the show he's much more talkative and a bigger role, but I'm making him the observer, more like a thinker :D