|Who is this?
Author: TexasCutie93 PM
Butters has gaps in his memories and everyone is telling him that he keeps acting out of character. Why can't Butters remember anything?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Butters S. & Kenny M. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 27,657 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 06-08-13 - Published: 05-27-12 - id: 8157271
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I woke up, not knowing where I was till I looked around the room and realized that I was in my own bedroom. How did I get here? I can't remember anything from last night. The other boys probably put something in my drink, they were always doing something mischievous like that to me. I looked over to the clock and saw that it said 8 am. I crawled to the other side of my bed and noticed that my cellphone was laying on the floor. I reached out and grabbed it, seeing that I had 20 missed messages and 5 missed calls. I quickly opened my phone and first went to the messages. Most of them were from Ike, while some of them were from Stan and Tweek. Curious as to why Stan would text me, I looked at his message first.
Stan: where r u?
That was all Stan typed. I quickly looked at Ike's and Tweek's messages, too, but they were mostly saying the same thing. They were wandering where I was and what was up with me yesterday. I wish I could remember. I decided to listen to my voice message next. All the calls were from Ike.
"Hey, Butters, where the fuck did you go? Everyone is worried and Cartman is pissed that you broke his tv. What the fuck happened? Call me back as soon as possible!" I looked at my phone in confusion and disbelief. I broke Eric's tv? Why would I do that? I normally try to stay out of trouble and not make a scene. I much rather like to stay in the shadows as much as possible. I really hope my parent's don't find out about this.
I finally crawled out of my bed and down the stairs, looking for any signs of my parent's being home. Luckily, it seemed like they were still out. My parent's have a habit of suddenly disappearing and coming back later, saying they were on vacation or something. I got used to them not being home and stopped freaking out when they weren't when I was 11. I looked over to the calendar and saw that it was Monday.
Oh, crap, school! I was going to be late and ruin my perfect attendance and that for sure would land me into a world of trouble. I quickly ran back up the stairs, tripping a few times along the way. I threw on one of my many blue t-shirts and blue jeans. I grabbed my jacket and my hello kitty backpack, hoping I finished any homework that I might of had. I rushed back downstairs and out my front door, only to jump back when Ike stood on the other side, fist raised like he was about to knock.
"What are you doing, Butters?" Ike asked, pushing past me to come in uninvited.
"What am I doin'? What are ya doin'? We gotta go to school!"
"School?" Ike stared at me for a bit with a confused expression, then all of a sudden he started laughing uncontrollably. Frustrated, I huffed at him in disbelief and turned around, about to make a mad dash to the middle school. "Dude, Butters, calm down! Did you forget that it's summer, now?" I quickly turned around and stared at Ike. How did I forget that school already ended? Now that I think about it, next year I'll be a high schooler. I threw my backpack on the couch, planning to pick it up later, and sat down. Ike sat down next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. For some reason, Ike was a touchy-feeley guy.
"So, are you going to tell me about yesterday?" I rubbed my knuckles together, trying to organize my thoughts.
"I actually don't remember much from yesterday," I honestly tell him. "I remember goin' to Eric's house and when I got there, Tweek was gettin' bullied by Eric. I don't think Craig was there, because I looked everywhere for him. Then, I...woke up in my bed this morning?" Ike stared at me in disbelief.
"Dude, you've gotta be kidding! You blew up at Cartman, yelling and cussing at him, and then you pushed his tv off the wall, breaking it. You ran out, laughing, afterwards and when I tried to go out and find you, you dissappeared. I kept calling and texting you and you wouldn't answer. Tweek and Stan even tried contacting you." I did all that? Oh, geez, I really hope nobody tells my parents.
"I think, maybe, Eric put something in my drink, because I honestly don't remember doing any of that and I wouldn't do that if I was sober."
"Yeah, maybe." Ike stood up all of a sudden and went the refrigerator. "Oh, hey, Cartman's birthday is tomorrow and he's having a hug party! He's inviting everyone. It's going to be at Stark's Pond with tons of beer and illegals!" I don't normally drink or do drugs, but going to watch everyone else make a fool out of themselves, instead of me, is always fun.
"I'm sure Eric doesn't want me to go."
"Fuck Cartman! He'll probably be so wasted, he won't even notice. You have to come, dude, you are one of the few upperclassmen that actually hangs out with me, without treating me like a little kid." Ike is actually way younger than me, but he's only a couple of grades below me, because he's a genius and he even acts more mature than most of my classmates.
"Fine." I agreed, which made Ike smile and give me a side-ways hug. "What time is the party?"
"It starts at 5 pm, so we should go around 6:30." I laughed at Ike's logic that you should always arrive late to a party. "So, today, Kyle is going to the movies with Stan and Kenny, wanna come?"
"They're not mad at me for yesterday, are they?"
"Nah, Kyle was laughing the whole time and Stan was more worried about you and the other guests, trying to keep Cartman from killing someone. Kenny was too high to really have a proper reaction, but I'm sure he probably would of just laughed, too."
"And Eric isn't comin'?"
"Nope, he's planning everything for tomorrow."
"Alright, but let me get ready, first." I ran back up the stairs and to the restroom. I was glad that we didn't have school, because I didn't have time to brush my teeth and wash my face earlier.
When I was finally done and was happy with my appearance, I made my way down the stairs, for the fifth time this morning.
"Are you done, princess?" I stuck my tongue out at Ike, who made a funny face back at me.
We made our way to the theater, where Stan, Kyle, and Kenny were waiting by the ticket booth.
"Hey, Butters, are you okay?" Stan asked as we approached them.
"Yeah, I really don't remember much from yesterday." I confess.
"Dude, it was fucking sick!" Kenny said. "I think I might have fallen in love with you." He smirked and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I knew he was just joking and he flirts with everyone, but I have had a crush on him for a few years now. Nobody knows, except for Ike and Tweek. Ike, who is extremely observant, noticed in the first month my crush started, but he promised not to say anything. Not that it stops him from teasing me about it whenever he gets the chance. Tweek actually found out when I accidentally handed him my journal instead of my homework. He felt so bad, that he came out and told me about his crush on Craig and we promised each other to keep quiet about our secrets.
"Maybe you two should date! It would be so cute!" I punched Ike in the shoulder to make him shut up and laughed nervously when everyone stared at me. Luckily, Kyle and Stan didn't say anything and Kenny just laughed along.
When the movie was over, we all agreed to go hang out at Stan's.
"Well, hello boys, I just made a batch of cookies! You can all help yourselves," Sharon said when we all came in. Kenny immediately rushed over to the cookies and took over half of them and shoved some of them in his pockets, presumably for Karen.
"Dude, Kenny, save some for us!" Kyle complained, taking one of the cookies.
"I'm just saving you, Kyle! I don't want you to have a diabetic attack!" Kyle just rolled his eyes and took a seat on the couch with Stan following behind him.
"Mmm, I love your cookies, Sharon!" Ike exclaimed, taking a few more himself.
"Why, thank you, Ike! Butters, don't feel shy and take some, too." I smiled and nodded, shuffling over to the platter of cookies.
"So, do you really not remember yesterday?" Kenny asked after I took a small bite from a cookie.
"Yeah, I think Eric might have done somethin' to my drink."
"Hm, yeah, that sounds like something he would do. Are you going to the party tomorrow." I nodded, continuing to nibble on the cookie.
"Don't worry, if Cartman tries to do something to you, I'll beat the shit out of him!" I normally don't agree with violence, but having Kenny say he'll beat someone up for me made me smile and blush. I don't think he noticed, though, because he just went over to Kyle and them and took one of the empty spots on the couch.
I sat down next to Ike on the floor as we watched some kind of documentary on the tv.
"Are you gonna finish that cookie?" Ike asked me. I looked down and noticed I was still holding the cookie that was only half eaten. I shook my head and handed the cookie over to Ike, who happily ate the whole thing. For some reason, I haven't been all that hungry lately.
After spending the whole day at Stan's, I felt really tired. I looked over to the clock and it read 8pm, which is odd, because I'm normally not this tired this early.
"Guys, I think I'm gonna go home. I feel real tired." I said, getting up from the table. We had been playing card games and I was losing pretty badly.
"Let me walk you home!" Ike said, standing up, too.
"You can't! Mom doesn't want you out by yourself this late." Kyle argued, pulling Ike back down, while Ike mocked him.
"I'll take him home." I looked over and saw Kenny standing up. I felt my eyes go wider and my heart speed up. Kenny was going to walk me home! This was kinda like a date...well not really, but I'm still so happy!
The walk home was mostly silent, except for Kenny's singing. He had a lovely voice and I wouldn't mind hearing him sing all the time. After we got to my house, Kenny just waved goodbye and left. I unlocked my door and made my way to my room. I fell on my bed and could feel myself already falling asleep.
Where am I? How did I get here? What am I wearing? Is this a dream? I pinched myself, trying to wake up, but I felt the pain and knew I was awake. I looked around and just saw tons of trees, like I was in a forest. I looked down and saw I was wearing a blue dress with green ruffles. I felt something on my head and reached for my hair, I yelped when my hair fell off and landed on the ground. Then, I noticed it was only a long, blonde wig. Why am I dressed like a girl? The first thought that popped into my head was Eric. Did he do this to me? I tried to remember the last thing I was doing. Kenny walked me home and then I went to bed. Did someone poison me and then dress me up as a girl, dragging me out into the middle of an unknown forest? Why would someone do this to me? I tried to be a quite boy who stayed out of trouble, so why would anyone do something so horrible to me. I wanted to call someone, but when I looked for my phone, I didn't have it on me.
Well, nothing was going to be accomplished from just sitting around. I started walking forward, hoping I wasn't just getting deeper into the forest. Then I heard music and laughter. I walked in the direction of the noise and when I came up to it, I noticed that it was a party. Eric's party. Have I been knocked out for that long? I didn't want everyone to see me dressed like this, because I knew it was just going to earn me more bullying. I quietly made my way around the party, keeping to dark areas, so no one would see me.
When I got to my house, I was happy to realize that the door was unlock. After I made sure the door was safely locked, I went to the downstair's bathroom and looked into the mirror. I had make up on and I really looked like a girl, excluding the hair that I dropped earlier. I went upstairs, suddenly feeling really tired and decided to worry about this tomorrow.