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Chapter 17.- Melancholy.

Butters woke up in the morning. He felt sore in parts which he didn't even know he had, but, somehow, he felt happy and satisfied. He tried to feel something around him, but when he didn't feel anyone, he opened his eyes and his happy face turned into a sad one.

-Kenny?-he called, without getting any answer. Had he left him in the middle of the night?

He observed the room and there wasn't any trace of his clothes, nothing to show that he had been there the last night other than the pain he felt in those private parts. The boy felt a knot in his throat. He didn't want to believe that what happened with Kenny hadn't meant anything for him. The fact that his friends had told him that all he wanted was a fuck didn't mean that it was true, did it? He really thought he had seen something in Kenny's eyes last night, something that told him that Kenny felt something for him, but…maybe he had been wrong, because, if not, what would be the reason to leave him all alone? Was that the way to tell him that what happened was only a one-time thing? (Although it really happened two times).

Hot tears slid down Butters' cheeks. Maybe Cartman was right. How could someone like Kenny be interested in someone like him? Kenny McCormik was a legend in school, a daring guy and he always looked so cool. Nevertheless, he, he was the good Butters Stotch, who never broke the rules, who you could confide in, who let you copy the homework, who you could play with and mock without anything happening. No, Kenny couldn't have done that, there had to be some explanation. Dizzy and stumbling, he walked to the bathroom. He was sticky and although he would have loved to wake up that morning in Kenny's arms, without him, everything seemed dirty. He took a bath, trying to erase the sad thoughts that filled his head.

When he came out, he picked his things and dressed. He had to go to school and with what happened, he wasn't in the mood. He still felt that knot in his throat and he didn't know if he would be able to do it. Finally, he decided to do it. If he didn't face it now, it would have to be another day, so it was best if he did it now. After all, the pain he felt meant that he had felt something very beautiful before. It made him feel alive, sad, infinitely sad but alive. He had to take the good things with the bad. That was what he had said many years ago, but he never thought he would feel that pain that burned his soul. He loved him too much. He pressed his hands against his eyes, trying not to cry, grabbed his schoolbag and walked to school. No would be able to say that Leopold "Butters" Stotch was a coward.

Stan sighed for the ninth time. He hated to be in bad terms with Kyle. Not being able to go pick him up to walk together to school was like torture. Anyway, he had already imagined he wouldn't want to be something more than his friend he would have to get used to the idea, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt, damnit. Why did everything always have to be so complicated? Why hadn't he realized his feeling before? H should have done something about it. Maybe he still could do something about it, he had to go with him and tell him…what?

-Arrrg!-he messed his hair up before putting on his always faithful hat. He grabbed his things. Then he opened his house door and right there was Kyle, pacing left and right just in front of his house.

-I should tell him "Hi Stan, I'm fine with you liking Butters, but I thought that you and me… what?" No, just no. I just have to try to make things go back to normal and tell him that I care about him and that I wish him the best and that…But if I say that, then-

-Kyle?

-Not now Stan, I'm trying to think what to tell you-started to say the redhead, then stopped pacing and turned to look at him-S…Stan?-the boy greeted him with a wave. The boy of the green hat blushed slightly-I…just…

-Who said I liked Butters?-Stan asked finally with a frown, seeing that his friend apparently lost his voice.

-You said it.

-WHAT?! When?-asked the boy, shocked.

-Yesterday you said that Butters was cute and smart and…

-Well, he is-Kyle frowned and tried to hide the angry gesture that was, however, very noticeable-What's the matter?-asked Stan, concerned.

In other part of South Park , Clyde walked out of his house, his head lowered. Yesterday Butters had rejected him, he just touched him and he immediately backed off. He didn't know what to think about it. Kenny couldn't be of the faithful type and even if he wanted to play with him in that moment, that didn't mean that he wanted to be like a steady couple. Kenny didn't love Butters, bet he did, and Clyde was determined to, by any means possible, make himself noticeable in front of his blonde friend. After all, he was worthy and he was going to fight so his friend finally realized that what a good mate he could be. He would have to do any possible thing to accomplish it, and what better than going to pick him up at his house to walk to school together. He had never done that, but with the cute boy that Butters was, he was sure that he would want to keep him company, and what if it was such a little thing? Many relationships had started with even less, so that was the way to make himself more noticeable. A little livelier, he went to the Stotch's house. In the same moment he arrived, he was able to see Butters coming out of his house, having tear traces in his cheeks.

-Do you feel bad, Butters?-asked him the boy after running to be closer to him. The blonde looked at him, confused for some seconds.

-No, no, thank you Clyde-he said, trying to wipe the tears that brimmed on his eyes again.

-Was Kenny the one that put you like this?-muttered the boy frowning, very angry. Upon hearing the name, without noticing, Butters gripped his heart, squeezing it with his hand.

-No, Kenny didn't do anything-whispered the boy, visibly nervous, while swallowing saliva difficultly.

-Don't defend him Butters, especially not after he made you cry.

-No, he…he didn't make me cry, it was my fault because…

That showed the kind of person that Butters was. Even after that guy had made him cry, just like everyone knew he would, he was defending him. It couldn't be, that boy was already in love with Kenny. That idiot didn't deserve him, and if he made him cry after only a week of chasing after him; no, not a week, only five days and he had already broken his heart. That bastard wasn't worth the aggravation.

-Leave it at that Butters. Don't suffer, I'm here. I will protect you Let me hug you-he said as he embraced the trembling body in his arms. The boy hung onto him, grabbing the sleeves of that brown sweater while he let his cry out on his shoulder.

Kenny had woken up at early morning. He had died the last night, yes, bet he felt as light as a feather. Being in love really did wonders, but even more the guy he was in love with. He smiled widely. There couldn't be a better boy in the world than Butters. He was smart and handsome and fitted his body perfectly. Little by little, he would instruct him in the pleasures of sex and that was something that, only thinking about it, made his penis grow more that it ever had thinking about anyone else. Besides, the sex of the last night had been great. No, it hadn't been sex. His heart beat rapidly. They had made love. For the fist time in his life, he had made love and it had felt damn excellent.

He sighed. Well, he would have to get accustomed to those sighs that came every time he thought about Butters. To the wet dreams with his blonde too, but thinking that he could make them all come true made him feel damn good.

He stretched in his bed like a cat. The morning would come soon and he would be able to see him again. He would go to look for him at his house. He hoped that the fact that he had left him alone for a few moments wouldn't bother him much. Then, he started to remember. Moments of his life ran in front of his eyes as if he was living them again. Moments in which Butters had been in his mind, and even then he didn't realize what he felt for the boy. He has just found himself watching him with the corner of his eye, enjoying the color of his lips, his well-built ass (although he usually watched all the girls and boys of South Park , only to not miss anything good). But it was different with his blonde. In some way, he had always tried to protect him, like that time when the boy had been in the bathroom and had to escape from the Hallway monitor so he wouldn't be scolded, because he knew the problems that would be with his parents if they found him arriving late to class.

Flash-back

-Oh, Ke…Kenny. What are you doing here?-asked him the boy when he bumped into him in a corner.

-I'm going to smoke at the back of the school-he answered-What are you doing here Butters? It's very weird for you to arrive late to class. Be careful, because Cartman is the Hallway Monitor and he gets very strict when he does that.

-Oh, I forgot about that. But I had to go to the bathroom, or I wouldn't be able to be at peace in the classroom-commented the boy of the sky-blue sweater.

Kenny smiled, imagining Butters' bare ass. That had to be a good vision, after all, Butters seemed to have skin as soft as a baby's. He shook his head. He shouldn't think about Butters like that. He didn't know why, but he thought that it was very perverted (even if he was an expert in the matter) to think like that about the blonde.

-Come with me-said the boy of the orange parka, grabbing his arm-I'll help you to escape from Cartman-the boy looked at him, his eyes shinning with joy.

-Really?

-Yes, c'mon.

He led him through some deserted hallways until he was finally able to make him arrive to where the classroom was.

-Tha…Thank you so much Kenny. Are you coming in?-asked the boy. Kenny shook his head.

-No, I think I need a smoke before facing the teacher.

-O…OK, thank you-he said giving him a hug that left Kenny stunned for a few seconds and with a weird sensation inside of him. He tried to forget about that and kept walking. Cartman would be pissed if he found out what he had done.

End of Flash-back

And now he didn't have to imagine how his ass was. He smiled, totally content. Butters had always been his interest, he had always been the only one, but he hadn't realized that. He had fallen in love with Butters, with the sound of his laughter, of his way to smile and simply of everything of him. God, he loved him so much. He sighed again as he watched the light illuminating his room. He started to fix himself to go to school, if he wanted to go for his boy before going to school, he would have to hurry up. When he was ready, he walked out of his house. He now noticed that his house was a little far from the Stotch's, after all, they lived in the medium-class families part of the city while he lived in the ghetto, but he didn't mind as long as he could see him soon.

The smile in his face was getting bigger as he got closer to Butters' house. Would he have to tell him that he loved him? That made him very nervous. He had never told that to anyone, but he would have to do it. The blonde deserved to hear it, and he was sure that he was a person that would appreciate the words that came out of his mouth. Finally, he arrived to where his boy lived and the first thing he saw was Butters hugging Clyde .

"What the fuck was going on?" Wondered the boy of the orange parka, frowning.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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