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Chapter 18.- The others don't matter, just do it.

-I, I gotta go-said Kyle, turning around. Worried about him leaving, Stan grabbed his arm, saying:

-What's the matter Kyle? Why are you getting like this?

-Because I always believed that if you ever liked a guy, that guy would have to be me, wouldn't it? Why would it have to be Butters?-he asked with his eyes closed, trying to hold back the tears and with his hands fisting because of the shame of saying that aloud.

-Kyle!-said Stan, surprised.

-Forget it, I said nothing.

The boy of the green hat tried to release his arm from his best friend and run off, but the other pulled him close and, looking straight into his eyes, he smiled and, getting their faces closer, he kissed him. Their lips touched in a passionate kiss that they had desired so long ago without even being aware of it. It was comfortable, as if they should have always done that, as if the life they had had until before that moment had been nothing more than a prelude to that union of lips. When they broke that sweet kiss, Kyle felt dizzy and confused while Stan looked overflowed with joy while caressing his friend's cheek with a hand.

-It has always been you Kyle. The only one I have liked is you. The only one I love is you. The only person in my heart yesterday, today and always has been you, Kyle Broflovsky.

The boy, with his cheeks completely red, looked at him with his eyes glazed with an emotion he hadn't even realized he had.

-I, Stan, oh God, I'm so happy-said the boy, with a knot in his throat-I love you Stan. I don't know why I didn't notice. I think that because we always got along so well, hung out, had fun and did everything with each other, I hadn't noticed what I really felt. But only thinking that you were in love with Butters…Well, it made me feel extremely bad, I knew we hadn't made any agreement or anything, but…I think we had to go through something like this to put our relationship in perspective, right?-said while smiling at him.

-Don't look at me like that, Kyle-said Stan suddenly.

-Why?-asked the redhead, surprised.

-Because if you keep looking at me like that. I'll have to kiss you again-Stan smiled at him while Kyle gave him another look-Ok, you asked for it-whispered the boy, pulling him close, squeezing is body against is own and kissing him passionately wile Kyle snaked is arms around is neck

Kenny just stood there, static, seeing the scene unfolding before his eyes. He wasn't able to move for a few seconds. Clyde was hugging his Butters. What the hell was going on? Then, everything seemed to sink into his brain and he arrived to where both boys were. Clyde was the fist one to see him and shot him a dirty glare.

-What the hell are you doing? I believe I had told you to stay away from Butters-said the boy.

The blonde, hearing that voice, seemed to react and, turning around quickly, he looked at the boy of the orange parka with wide eyes. Kenny saw him then and his heart seemed to crack a little. He could perfectly see the trace of tears in Butters eyes, which now were reddened. He could see the way his breathing was labored and that saddened expression that had settled in his face.

-Butters?-asked Kenny, getting a step closer to him, while he felt a knot forming in his throat. He didn't like to see the boy he loved crying and he felt the need to kiss him and, with caresses and kisses, erase any trace of sadness he could have had.

-Oh, Kenny, I…-started to say his blonde, when the boy; which Kenny and Butters, looking at each other, had forgotten, interposed between them.

-Get away from him, Kenny-whispered the boy with a threatening tone.

-You're not gonna tell me what to do, Clyde-answered the boy.

-Well, I'm telling you. You have no shame, after making him cry like that, you believe you have the right to come here and bother him again-Kenny frowned, angry.

-And who told you that you could get your nose in things that don't concern you?-he told him.

Butters seemed to be so dismayed and choking on his tears that he couldn't talk.

-I'm Butters' friend, so I can get my nose into whatever I want if that means protecting a person that is so important to me. You got what you wanted, didn't you? You got all you wanted from Butters, so don't come to mortify him even more. You knew you would break his heart, and even then, you kept chasing after him. Leave him alone already, goddammit. A boy like Butters shouldn't be with trash like you. Let's go Butters-muttered the boy, grabbing the blonde's elbow, who; still in shock, wasn't able to do more than follow him, looking at Kenny, who just stood there, static.

All the things that Clyde said made sense. What damn good thing had he done to deserve being loved by Butters? Kenneth McCormick couldn't move from his place while he saw his blonde, walking away from him more and more. He was walking away from him, walking away from his love, walking away from his heart. Suddenly, tears came to his cheeks. They had always called him a piece of shit, a worthless guy, the town's trash, the pervert, the guy everyone could have fun with but who no one could really take seriously.

However, Butters was an angel. He was always right, he was such a good guy and always thought so highly of people that was scary. He was scared of hurting him and he had done that. He had hurt him. And yes, he had thought that only one night with Butters would be enough, but it wasn't like that. One night with Butters wasn't enough. He needed him. He didn't know if he deserved it, but hell, should he give up at all? Would their destiny be to hurt him always? They barely slept together last night and he had already broken his heart. He had made Butters cry, and that was something he couldn't forgive himself for.

In that moment, Tweek and Craig were on their way to South Park High. Tweek was letting himself be guided by the hand by the boy of the blue hat while, somewhat calmly, he took a sip from his coffee and looked at Craig from the corner of his eye. The boy turned to look at him and smiled at him. The boy with messy blonde hair frowned slightly.

-What's the matter-asked the boy concernedly, stopping

-Why not?-asked the boy and took another gulp of coffee, making a weird gesture.

-Why not what, Tweek?

The boy took another gulp pf coffee to give himself courage and with his cheeks reddened, he told him.

-You didn't kiss me, gah! Forget what I said! Gah!-he turned completely red and tried to let go of his boyfriend, very nervous. Craig smiled widely and pulled him close.

-You wanted me to kiss you?

Tweek met his eyes for a few seconds and then turned his gaze, trembling while, taking another gulp from his cup of coffee, he nodded slightly, trembling a little.

Craig gave a light laugh to then get closer to Tweek and give him a passionate kiss in his mouth, sharing the traces of coffee that the nervous boy was still savoring while, a little more relaxed, he enjoyed the warm kiss he was giving him. Enjoying the particular taste of his boyfriend and the calmness that brought him the mere fact of being in his arms as if nothing could go wrong; as if there, being in Craig's arms, could be sheltered form the world's problems. The arms of the boy of the blue hat were circling his waist and the boy, still holding his cup of coffee in one hand, held with his arm onto Craig's arm.

-Mmmm, you taste delicious, Tweek-whispered the boy with a husky voice into his ear, making him give a start, but he smiled a little more calmly, until something in front of the street caught his attention.

-Kenny!?-Craig; who was still holding him, angry, let go of him.

-What!?-he said, angry.

Then he followed his boyfriend's gaze and noticed that the McCormick boy was just in front of Butters' house and he seemed to be crying, which was easy to identify because his hood, which always looked dry, had wet paths in the part where his cheeks were. They turned to look at the place the boy was looking at and they were able to see Butters and Clyde walking away side by side.

-Something's not right. Shouldn't be Butters the one crying?-Craig whispered suddenly, frowning and then pulling Tweek by the arm in the way of the boy of the orange parka and continued-We have to go see what happened.

Tweek let himself be guided and took another gulp of his coffee.

-Hey McCormick, may I know what the fuck is wrong with you?-said Craig. He wasn't used to subtleties. The boy turned to look at him without even noticing that they were there, he was too deep in thought.

-Gah! Kenny is hypnotized, gah! He's going to die, gah!

-No Tweek, I think he's only shocked about something-said Craig while he caressed his arm to comfort him, which seemed to calm him slightly.

-Bu…Butters, I…I don't deserve him but…I, I love him-Kenny said between sobs, more to himself than for the other boy to hear him.

-Gah! What did you say?! You love Butters!?

-So, our cute friend managed to win you over-said Craig with a smile. Kenny, who finally noticed that the other boy were next to him, blushed and tried to wipe the trails of tears-I know how you feel, Kenny-said the boy of the blue hat with a sigh.

-What do you mean?

-I also believed I didn't deserve Tweek-he muttered in a low voice and looked at his messy blonde by the corner of hi eye, who frowned, having not heard what he said. Kenny, who heard what he said, asked:

-Really?

The boy blushed slightly and, scratching the back of his head, he nodded.

-I liked him, but I felt that; you know, being who I am, I couldn't have anyone as pretty as him-he smiled nervously and turned lo look at the coffee-addicted boy again, which seemed to give him enough courage to keep talking-You know how I was Kenny. We aren't very different and Tweek, well, he's special, and I've always something very different for him that I've never felt for anyone else. And I decided that if he was interested in me and I was his happiness, I would try any thing possible to do it. I would have to make an effort and, for Tweek, everything would be worth it to keep trying to make him happy. So I overcame my fears and decided to go for it for him, and you see, I did it and I'm the happiest guy in the world.

Tweek smiled at him, looking right into his eyes, making Craig give him a tender kiss in his lips, showing him all the feelings he felt for him. When they separated, he turned again to see the boy of the orange parka and told him:

-If what you said is true and your happiness and his are on the line, Why the hell don't try it? Maybe it's the best thing you do in your life. Who can say if you deserve Butters or not? The only thing I know is that you're important to that boy and it seems that he's important to you too. So fuck the others, just do it-he said, embracing Tweek with an arm, smiling to him.

TO BE CONTINUE . . .

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