Author's Note: Hello, my faithful readers!

Let me start out by saying that I am truly, very, GREATLY sorry for the LOOOONNNNGGGG, drawn out wait for this.

I was originally gonna make this into two separate chapters, but I figured that would have been too cruel for you. You guys HAVE been waiting quite some time (nervous laughter). Just, um, enjoy and such. Thank you!

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Part 6: Somebody to Love

She waited for what seemed like a lifetime to hear the next words that came out of her son's mouth.

"Mom," he began as he neared her, "I. . .I've been wanting to tell you and dad about something that I've been keeping from you for a while now."

"W-what is it, Stanley?" she asked tentatively. Her heart pounded as a million thoughts swept across her mind, but she knew what it was he wanted to say. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down. It's nothing bad, she reminded herself. It's just about him and Kyle. That's it.

"Kyle and I have been-"

"Sharon!" Randy called from upstairs. "Do you know where my brown pants went? I need them for work tomorrow!"

Stan froze and Sharon saw it. She hurried with an answer. "Check your drawers, Randy!" She turned her attention to Stan again. I'm here, Stanley, she thought. I won't leave until you tell me.

Stan looked as if he had lost his nerve.

"Don't mind your father just tell me," she said encouragingly.

Stan took a deep breath, but now he couldn't even open his mouth to speak aloud the words she had been waiting for.

"Tell me, Stanley," she urged. "What was it that you were going to say?"

Don't be afraid anymore, she thought.


"It's nothing!" he said and ran back upstairs.

"Stanly!" she called, but it was too late. With a sigh she wondered how much longer she'd have to wait for him to finally come out and say it. "All you have to do is say it and I won't be disappointed."

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Stan closed the door behind him and leaned his head against the wood. He cursed himself for freezing up the way he did. He wanted this to be over. He wanted to tell her, but his father. . .if he told his mom now it would only be a matter of time before his dad found out and he wasn't sure he could take the disappointment so soon.

He pounded on the door with his fist and cursed himself again.

"Damn it!"

When, Stan? he asked himself. When will you grow some balls?

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Kenny stealthily ventured about around Butters' house. He had waited until ten minutes after the lights in the house had all gone off to sneak out of the bushes. His goal for the night: get in Butters' pants.

First (and probably most important), he had to get in the house and into Butters' room without waking his parents.

Second, he' d have to apologize, blah, blah, blah.

And last, but not least, he had to have his way with him.

Oh, yeah. . .Kenny closed his eyes, licking his lips, tasting Butters' sweet-

He looked up at the distant window and thought It'd be easier to climb the wall then break in through the front door. He began to climb the side of the house and carefully made his way to the window. He grabbed on tight and opened it as fast as he could. Butters shifted in bed as the breeze wafted in. Then, at the count of three Kenny tossed himself inside. He was in too much of a hurry. He got up and shut the door, but in all his haste, he slammed the window down on his fingers. He pulled away, yelping as he fell back, taking the computer chair and some books with him. A fat textbook landed on his chest, knocking the wind out of him.

He heard faint rustling and then the sound of someone moving on the bed.

"Wh-who's there? Wh-who is it?"

Butters, Kenny thought. Oh, god, you sound so sexy when you're scared.

It didn't take long for Butters to get out of bed and find Kenny lying on his floor. "Kenny?" he asked, holding a pillow above his head.

Kenny nodded, unable to speak.

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

What am I doing here?! He wanted to say. I'm here to apologize and to have my way with you, that's what!

Butters sat down beside him and helped him up. Kenny grabbed a hold of the other boy's pajamas and leaned into him, trying to breathe. It stung to try, but he needed air. He gasped, but he made no sound. With another desperate attempt to breathe, he opened his mouth and he could feel his lungs opening up. The pain he felt when the air entered his lungs was sharp, but he was relieved.

"Kenny?" Butters asked, a little frantic. "Are you okay?"

Kenny let himself collapse in Butters' arms. "That feels so much better," he replied, coughing a little bit, his voice low and raspy.

"What are you doing here? How'd you get in?"

"Through the window," Kenny answered. "I came to. . .well. . ." He looked the boy up and down. He shook his head. Focus, he scolded himself. Apologize first. He cleared his throat as he sat himself up, trying his best to ignore the pain. "I came to apologize for this afternoon. I didn't mean to . . . jump on you like that. I was just all excited."

Butters blushed a little, trying to fight his habit of rubbing his knuckles together. "W-well, that's okay," he said. There was silence and Kenny couldn't find it in himself to take advantage of him like he had planned.

"I was actually a little worried after you left," Butters confessed. "When you said that I won, it kinda felt like. . ." he shrugged, failing horribly against his habit. He rubbed his knuckled together ". . . you were ending things between us. It confused me and I wasn't sure you'd ever want to see me again." He adverted his eyes and sniffed.

Kenny's forehead wrinkled with curiosity. "Are you . . . are you . . . crying?"

"N-no!" Butters exclaimed. He quickly covered his mouth with both hands and watched the door. They sat in silence, waiting to see if anyone would burst through the door for a few minutes before they looked at each other again.

"You are crying!" Kenny whispered. "Uh, were. Are?"

Butters looked away.

Kenny licked his lips as he inched toward him. "Don't look away," he said gently as he turned Butters' head toward his own.

Butters sniffed again. With the back of his hand he wiped away the snot and tears. Kenny almost laughed. He looked at Butters, mesmerized by his tearful eyes. Kenny leaned forward and licked away a stray tear, making Butters shiver. "You look good enough to eat when you cry," he whispered and then without hesitation he pounced. He captured Butters' lips and drank him in.

Kenny bit down on Butters' bottom lip, making the other boy wince, but when Kenny caressed Butters' lip with his tongue, Butters seemed to forget the pain.

He let out a soft moan that made Kenny pause. He released Butters lip and stared at him. Butters blushed, furiously rubbing his knuckles together. "I . . . I was . . . I . . . you. . ."

Kenny laughed. "You like it," he said.

Butters did not reply. He was too embarrassed.

"You masochist," Kenny teased. "This rough stuff turns you on." He laughed.

"N-no," Butters replied, his voice barely a whisper.

Kenny laughed again. "That's pretty damn sexy," he said, ignoring Butters' reply. "I gotta say I'm pretty turned on myself." He grinned mischievously. "Just lay back." He gently pushed Butters down as he unbuttoned the pajama shirt. Butters struggled, but Kenny managed. He opened the shirt with little difficulty.

"K-Kenny, please-"

Kenny stopped him. "If you're not going to plead for me to continue, don't plead at all because I won't hear of it." He bent his head and lavished Butters with kisses and he caressed the reluctant blond until he gave in. Butters didn't struggle anymore instead he seemed to almost encourage Kenny with small things: gasps, lifting his head for another kiss, the grinding of his hips against his partner, or the trembling of his . . . lips and body. He felt good and he didn't want Kenny to stop. He couldn't even remember why he had been avoiding this. He didn't even care if his parents walked in on them. Well . . . at least not at the moment.

"K-Ken. . .ny. . ." he moaned, wrapping his arms around Kenny's neck. "I-"

Kenny hushed him with a single kiss and then Butters lost himself in a wave of something he had yet to experience as Kenny ventured further down his body, exploring regions that Butters forgot could feel a passionate fire of desire.

The sound of sudden footsteps made Butters jump. He quickly sat up, hitting Kenny's head in the process. Then he suddenly remembered why he had been keeping Kenny so far. He'll leave you once he's done, he thought.

"What the-!"

Butters covered Kenny's mouth before he could finish. "Shh!" They stayed quiet, listening to for the footfalls. The footsteps stopped in front of Butters' door.

Kenny moaned. Butters looked at him and mouthed him to keep quiet. Kenny looked at him, looking as if he couldn't take it. Take what? Kenny looked down and Butters followed his gaze and blushed when he realized that Kenny, poor Kenny, was hard as a rock.

Kenny's eye pleaded with him.

Butters opened his mouth, but he was too embarrassed to say anything.

The footsteps retreated and then there was silence. Butters let out a breath. He looked at Kenny again.

"Please," Kenny mouthed, his eyes pleading.

Butters shook his head.

Kenny groaned. "Fuck!" he said under his breath. He carefully got up. "Well, I gotta take care of this. . ." he said, motioning toward his crotch.

Butters quickly reached out and grabbed Kenny's arm. "Wait!" he said. "My dad might still be up."

Kenny didn't bother asking Butters how he knew it had been his dad out there in the first place. He just looked at the kneeling boy in front of him. Fuck, man! What he wouldn't give to just pounce on him now. "What the hell do you expect me to do with this. . .thing?"

Butters looked about in a panic. "Uh. . .here!" he said hurriedly. "Do it here." He looked up at Kenny again like a puppy that just performed a trick on command and waited for a treat.

Kenny stared. "Right here?" he asked and Butters nodded. "With you in the room?"

Butters nodded again, slowly this time.

"While you watch me?" Kenny asked.

"What?!" Butters looked at him, horrified. "N-no! I-I'll be looking away."

Kenny sighed. "I thought you were hitting on me," he said. "I was getting excited."

Butters' face turned beet red. Kenny shrugged and Butters turned away just as Kenny pulled down his pants. He kept his eyes on his lap. Should he say something? No, maybe talking was a bad idea. So, he sat in uncomfortable silence and then he could hear Kenny's irregular breathing. The more he paid attention, the more he could hear every sound. It made him a little uncomfortable, but. . .in a good sort of way. He wasn't really sure why, but he felt it wasn't entirely bad. Butters was actually getting a little antsy, like he had to be moving. He couldn't stop shifting and the more he shifted the more sensitive he became in the general region between his legs. He wasn't sure what to do, but he unconsciously reached in his pants. He began to rub himself. He felt like he was doing something wrong, something shameful and dirty, but it felt too good to stop.

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The sun shone brightly through the curtains of the unfamiliar room. Kenny opened his eyes and sat up in bed. He looked about, confused for a moment. When his eyes came across the sleeping Butters, he remembered where he was. He sighed, lying back down on the bed. He was grateful to Butters for allowing him in the bed, despite his better judgment.

The events of the previous night came rushing back and Kenny could feel his nether region tingle. Butters had actually jerked off! He almost laughed, but it was amazing. I turned him on, he said proudly. Yeah, I'm one sexy son of a bitch. He thought back on the previous night. Butters face and the sound of his voice. He didn't realize he was drooling until he felt it on his chin. He quickly wiped it away and then looked at Butters. Butters' back was turned to his. Kenny leaned down and gently kissed his shoulder. The blond shifted in his sleep and then his eyes opened. He rolled over to face Kenny.

Kenny smiled wickedly. "Morning," he greeted as Butters sat up. He looked down, his knuckles meeting.

"G-good morning," Butters replied shyly.

Kenny laughed. "Well," he began, "you definitely enjoyed yourself last night."

Butters turned away and Kenny continued laughing.

"You know," Kenny said, "It was my intention to take advantage of you all along." He leaned forward and seductively stuck his tongue in Butters ear. Butters flinched and then he could feel Kenny's smirk on his ear. He tried pulling away, but Kenny pulled him back. Kenny's hand moved between Butters' legs. The boy jumped and tired to get away, but Kenny was strong.

"This time," Kenny whispered, biting his ear, "let me try."

Butters whimpered and then. . .


It was his dad. Again! They both froze.

"Butters! You awake?"

They could feel the man's footsteps approaching the door and on impulse, Kenny jumped up and dashed for the door just as it opened a little. He slammed the door shut and locked it. His heart pounded in his chest as the man jingled the knob. "Butters!" he called, banging on the door. "Open this door!" His angry voice was enough to send chills down Butters' spine.

"I. . .I'm naked!" he said. "I m-mean, I'm ch-changing!"

The door knob stopped moving and then came his father's voice again, "Oh." He paused. "Well, don't miss your bus. And breakfast is waiting."

"O-okay, dad."

Satisfied, the man walked away. Kenny waited until he heard the man's footsteps down the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief and then walked back to Butters. He sat down, letting out another breath. He looked about and caught sight of the smeared sheet on the floor. "Uh, sorry," he apologized. Kenny had been quick to reach for something before he and Butters both exploded. The thing is, he didn't realize it was Butters' sheet that he grabbed and tossed between them until after.

Butters smiled. "It's okay," he replied. His knuckles collided gently. "It's not like you did it all by yourself." He blushed and Kenny smiled.

"Yeah," Kenny said. "You contributed to that."

Butters didn't say anything. He didn't want to.

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Kenny made it to school by the end of third period. He had stayed behind long after Butters had gone, waiting in the room until his mother finally left the house. Butters' dad left before Butters went to school, so he was no threat.

Now he sat with Stan and Kyle at the usual table.

"Yeah," he said, feeling better than he had been in a few days.

"Well. . ." Kyle began. "Congratulations. . .I guess."

Kenny nodded happily.

"That's good for you, dude," Stan said, sounding genuinely happy for him. "It's a step, I guess."

Kenny eyed Stan. He looked from one to the other. Stan was usually at ease, but lately he had been unusually uneasy, especially, now-a-days. Today, though, something was different. He was uneasy again, but it felt like he was a little more uncertain. "Did something. . .happen?" He looked at Stan again, questioningly.

Stan looked down. "I almost told her," he confessed and he didn't have to elaborate any more because Kenny knew what he was talking about.

"No way," he said, his eyes opening wide. "You froze up at the last second, didn't you?"

Stan nodded.

Kenny reached over the table and pulled Stan in arms. "Oh, my lovely little man!" he exclaimed. "It'll take some time, but for now don't take it to heart. When you're ready you'll tell them."

"Knock it off, Kenny!" Stan warned, but the threat wasn't there, he was too busy trying to keep from falling apart.

Kenny released him and sat back down. "I'm just trying to help you, dude."

Stan sighed. "I know. I'm sorry," he replied.

"It's all right," Kenny said with a smile. "You're upset. It's cool."

Kyle rubbed the back of his neck. " You don't have to tell them now, you know," Kyle said. He knew the sooner Stan spoke, the sooner he'd have to start talking too and he wasn't so sure he was ready for that himself just yet.

"You're just afraid of your mom," Kenny laughed.

"You know how my mom is!" he shouted. "I need Stan's courage." He looked to Stan and smiled weakly.

After a short silence Kenny said, "Or maybe something else."

"Yeah, maybe," Kyle played along, laughing when Kenny laughed. The sound of Stan's voice almost made him jump, but Kenny was glad to hear him play along.

"Come over tonight and you just might get that 'something else'," Stan joked. He finally felt the air lighten. Kenny's stupid come ons, jokes or not, always seemed to brighten the mood. He was thankful for him, for once.

This stopped Kenny's laughter. With a serious express, he leaned forward and asked, "Can I watch?"

Stan shoved Kenny back and laughed it off as he rolled his eyes. "You're a fucking pervert."

"I am dead serious!" Kenny exclaimed. "Please, let me watch!"

"Don't piss me off, Kenny," Stan warned. "I'm finally in a good mood, but just because I am doesn't mean I'm gonna take your-"

"Calm yourself, dude!" Kenny said. "You know me. . .I kid!"

"Maybe a little too much," Kyle commented. "And seriously. Why the hell would we ever let you watch? That's just not cool."

"Says you," Kenny countered. "You'd be saying different if you were me."

"Hm," Kyle said. "Then it's great that I'm not you."

Kyle and Stan laughed. Kenny joined them only after seeing Stan's lighter mood. It was better when he wasn't so weighed down by his worries, but he knew this wouldn't last for long. He just hoped that things would turn out all right. Stan was a great person and he deserved to have somebody to love openly and not just behind closed doors.

They all did.

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"Why aren't you over there?" came the icy voice of the "friend" Butters had made recently.

Butters flushed as a picture of him and Kenny from last night invaded his thoughts. Initially, he hadn't gone over because he was embarrassed. Then, it was because Kenny had hugged Stan and it looked as though he was busy. After that, it was because it didn't seem he'd fit in. Now. . .well now the reason was the same as the first: he was embarrassed. Too embarrassed to sit there knowing Stan and Kyle knew of the shameful, dirty thing he'd done last night. Kenny told them, Butters knew he did.

"I. . .I was just. . .I. . ." his voice trailed off.

The boy shook his head. He already knew. How did he know?

"Something happened, didn't it?"

Butters adverted his eyes, ashamed of himself.

"It's obvious, what with you more you than usual," the boy said, his face contorting in disgust at the thought.

"Buh-but Kenny was real nice," Butters reasoned. "He was. . .gentle with me. . ." He thought about it for a moment.

The boy leaned forward just slightly, waiting for his explanation.

". . .w-well. . .he was rough at first. . ."

The boy leaned back and nodded, not quite satisfied but convinced that he was right about Kenny.

Finally he spoke: "It's too late, Butters," he said. "You can't make excuses for him. What's done is done and now he'll. . .just throw you away. He has no more use for you, Butters. He already took what he wanted. What more is left?"

Butters did not answer the question presented to him. Instead, he kept his eyes on his shoes. Hot tears stung the corners of his eyes and finally he looked up, spotted Kenny, and cried.

"But we didn't do anything," Butters said. "I didn't let him get very far."

The boy looked at him with confused eyes. "But you said-"

"I-I was talking about. . ." his voice faded, his cheeks reddening. "I thought you knew what I was talking about."

The boy shook his head and Butters just continued to cry. "A-after all of th-that," Butters sobbed, "h-he's still gonna leave me?"

The boy didn't even know what to say. What the hell was Butters even talking about?!

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"Uh, Kenny," Kyle said, looking off to his right. "Isn't that Butters?"

Kenny turned around. "Yeah," Kenny said.

"Is he crying?" Stan asked. They were all silent for a moment. "Dude. . .he's crying."

"Is that. . .Craig he's with?" Kyle asked.

"I didn't know they were even friends," Stan added.

Kenny turned in his seat. "They're not," he answered, standing. After elementary school people went their own ways, making new friends, and new circles. Some circles stayed the same, some grew, some merged and the others were just torn apart completely. Craig was one of the guys who joined a new group, one that didn't associate much with Kenny's gang. And if they were friends, Kenny would know. He'd been with Butters long enough to know who his friends were and who weren't.

Kenny didn't have to think twice. In a heart beat Kenny's feet were moving. He shoved through the cafeteria, making his way toward Butters and Craig and it didn't take long for Kenny to make it to the two. He stood in front of Butters and grabbed Craig by the collar of his shirt. Craig was ready to say something, but he wasn't quick enough. In an instant Kenny punched him and then Craig fought back.

Kyle and Stan were quick to try and get between the two, but they ended up in the brawl themselves. Everything went so fast, there was barely any time to think in between it all. Someone fell and then someone else kicked whoever fell and then someone else jumped on the other someone else who kicked the someone who fell. No one really knew who was hitting who and no one knew how to stop.

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In the principle's office, no one spoke. The principal had stepped out for a bit, so they sat waiting for his return.

Kenny was seething. He didn't look at anyone. This day should have been a carefree day, he thought. I'm getting so close to nailing Butters! But he made Butters cry that stupid son of a-

"Kenny," Stan whispered harshly. "Don't."

Apparently, Kenny had made his move without even having any realization of it, but Stan's objection suddenly angered him more. I don't want to be treated like a little kid! I have sex! Kids don't have sex!

He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Just stay calm, he said to himself.

After a long pause, Kenny was determined to find out why this bastard made Butters cry.

"Why did you do it?"

Kenny turned, surprised to hear Stan's voice.

"And why the hell did you have to take us down with you?" Kyle asked under his breath, but this question was not meant for Craig like Stan's question was.

"He didn't do it on purpose," Butters said. "He's m-my friend."

"Since when?!" Kenny demanded. "I don't ever remember-"

"He was helping me," Butters said gently. "When you wanted to. . .with me. . ." His voice drifted off, but it only made Kenny angrier.

" 'Helping you' ?" he asked. Kenny's mind began to wander. "In what way exactly?"

"O-oh, nothing bad!" Butters said quickly, getting what Kenny was getting at for a change.

"I told him not to let you touch him," Craig answered, frustrated with the conversation.

"That should not have been any of your concern," Kyle said.

Craig rolled his eyes and then he laughed. "I knew how frustrated Kenny would get without sex. I thought he deserved it. He needed to stop fucking around."

Kenny stood up, ready to fight, but Stan caught him before he did anything stupid. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"You are!" Craig shouted, standing himself. "You fucked with Tweek!"

Kenny was taken aback. "Tweek?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know," Craig said. "Tweek told me all about how you tricked him into sleeping with you!"

Stan looked at him. "You did that?"

"At that party in September," Kyle said, shaking his head remembering it himself.

"Oh, yeah," Kenny said. He laughed. "I got so trashed that night. I don't remember all of it."

Craig grabbed Kenny's shirt and punched him hard. Kenny fell, but that didn't stop him. He shot up and-

Butters stepped in between them. He shook his head. "No more," he said. "P-please."

Kenny looked at him then looked away. How could he deny him? The poor kid had a black eye and a bruise on his chin and a cut on his lip. Butters was the one to fall first. He tripped and was tossed into the fight. He probably had more bruises on his body. Hm, Kenny thought. I'll have to nurse him later. He almost smirked.

Butters turned to Craig. "So then you w-weren't really helping me?"

"Hell, no," Craig said. "I wanted to get back at Kenny for sleeping with Tweek. I thought I'd use you and deprive Kenny of the thing he needed most."

Butters stared, waiting.

"Sex!" Craig shouted. "If you didn't give it up, he'd be suffering. It would most likely cause you two to fight and Kenny would lash out at you most." Craig shrugged. "I just figured if Kenny was lashing out at you it would hurt him. He's into you."

Craig sat back down. "I've been watching Kenny for awhile and I noticed the way he is with you." Craig looked at Kenny and then at Butters. "Despite himself, he really likes you and I knew that breaking you two apart the way I did would break him down. I wanted him to be miserable. I knew no sex would be the key."

"All this because Kenny slept with Tweek?" Kyle asked.

"Tweek is mine!" Craig roared. "And I hate you for doing that to him. You laid him and then you were done with him. You treated him like shit and I had to get you back."

Kenny thought back for a moment. You two are the hottest thing since. . .I don't know. . .Tweek and Craig. He thought he'd laugh. I made such a nice comment about them too and look what I get in return.

"This isn't funny!" Craig shouted. He looked about ready to pounce, but the principle came in.

"That's enough!" The man pushed the boys away and made them all sit. "I will not tolerate any fighting in my school, do you understand?" He looked from one to the other. "And because you two started this fight-" he said, indicating Craig and Kenny "-you'll both be suspended for a week."

They both stood to arguer, but the man dismissed them. "I was going to give you two weeks, but someone vouched for the both of you."

"Who would vouch for either of them?" Stan asked, his voice a whisper.

"Don't know," Kyle replied.

Who did speak on their behalf? Kenny wondered.

"As for you two," the principle began turning to Stan and Kyle. "You get three days in-school suspension." He stopped Stan and Kyle from their rebuttal.

"I lowered this, too," he said. "You were originally supposed to get a week, but it didn't seem fair to your friend out there, especially because you didn't start it. You went in trying to help a friend."

"Uh," Butters uttered. "W-what about me, sir?"

The man looked at Butters for a moment. "Well, a lot of the kids say you were just an innocent victim. You fell and you were just swept up in all of it. Is that true?"

Butters looked down, he wasn't sure what to say. He didn't think he deserved to be off the hook if the others were being punished. He lifted his head ready to deny what the principle said when Kyle spoke up.

"It's true," he said. "I accidently kicked him, I think. I thought it was Craig." He didn't look at Butters, but the apology was meant for him. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Buttes said softly and the principle acknowledged this as the confirmation he was looking for.

"Great," he said. "Now get out of my office and don't come back."

They boys stood as they nodded and they filed out of the man's room.

"G-geez," came a familiar voice. "What the hell happened?"

Kenny looked up. Tweek stood there in his horribly buttoned green shirt, his hair a mess, twitching as usual. Kenny smiled. So he was the one, he thought.

"So you kicked each others' asses and didn't bother to let me in on it?" Cartman said.

Stan sighed as Kyle shook his head. Kenny rolled his eyes. "Oh, please," Kyle said. "You wouldn't have lasted, you fat fuck."

"Aye!" Cartman exclaimed. "You guys wouldn't have been able to take me on."

Kyle scoffed. "Yeah, right," he said. "One punch and you'd be down, fat ass!"

"You want to fight right now?"

"I don't want to waist my time," Kyle said walking away. Stan sat back and watched the exchange. This hadn't happened in a while. Why not savor the moment? Things seemed to be getting back to normal for once.

"Pussy!" Cartman shouted.

"Go eat some Cheesy Puffs, fat shit."


Everyone looked up to see Butters' dad rushing down the hall toward them.

"Oh, hamburgers," Butters said.

"What happened, Butters?" the man asked. "I get a call from your school about a fight? Look at you!"

"It was my fault," Kenny said, taking a step forward.

The man looked to Kenny and shook his head. "I knew you were no good. I told Butters to stop hanging around you, but he wouldn't listen to me. Just wait till we get home, Butters, I'll-"

"It was me," Craig spoke up and everyone stopped. "I started arguing with Butters and he started crying. Kenny saw us and came to Butters' defense. We started fighting and Kyle and Stan came in to help Kenny and Butters fell and he. . ."

"He got swept up in it all," Tweek finished, his right eye and shoulder twitching.

"I see," Mr. Stotch turned to Kenny again. "I guess. . .I owe you an apology." But he still didn't seem too pleased. He went in to the principle's office, ignoring his son and the other boys.

"Don't expect me to do that again," Craig said. "Come on, Tweek. Let's go make out." Craig began to walk away and Tweek followed close behind.

"Thanks," Kenny called after a moments pause. "And Tweek. . ." the boy turned around. "Sorry about. . .that party and thanks for helping us out back there."

Tweek nodded and then he and Craig walked away.

"What a day," Stan said. He patted Kenny on the back. "Come on."

They all walked back to the cafeteria. They sat there until their parents came to take them home.

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"This is it, Stan," Kenny encouraged. He rubbed his shoulders. "You can do this. It's your mom, dude."

Kyle put a gentle hand on Stan's shoulder. "I'm here with you, so don't be so nervous."

Stan nodded.

"I'm here too, Stan," Butters said.

"What do you have to eat in here?" Cartman asked, looking through the cupboards and then the fridge.

"Did he really have to be here?" Stan asked, standing up. "What are you even doing here?"

"I was invited!" Cartman said back, taking a bite out of a slice of pie he found in the fridge.

Kyle sighed. "When I extended an invitation to Butters during lunch, that didn't mean that you were invited, too," he said. "So, I think you should leave before I fucking kick you out!"

Cartman was ready to say something in return, but the door opened.

"Stanley?" Mrs. Marsh came into the kitchen. "Hello, boys."

"Hi, Mrs. Marsh," they greeted in unison.

"What's the matter?" she asked, looking at Stan. "You worried me on the phone. You didn't say much."

"I. . ." he swallowed. "I have something to say to you."

She looked at him and sat down. "Are you in trouble?"

Stan shook his head. He pulled out a chair and sat down in front of her. "No, mom," he said. "Just listen."

"I'm listening, Stan," she said.

He took a deep breath. He could feel Kyle's hand on his shoulder and then Kenny's. Butters came to stand beside him and Cartman sat down. He closed his eyes and slowly took another deep breath. He was with friends now. They were supporting him. Just come out and say it, Stan. Once it's out there, you'll be free.

He looked up. "Kyle and I. . ." Kyle lightly squeezed his shoulder. "We've been. . .together for a while." He let out a breath and then he felt as if the world had been lifted off his shoulders and his chest cleared. He leaned back, relieved to have it out. It felt good, but then his mother didn't say anything and when her tears began to stream down her face, Stan began to panic.

In seconds Sharon was hugging her son. "I'm so proud of you, Stanley!" she exclaimed. "And I promise I will talk to your father with you when you're ready to tell him, too."

Dumbstruck he stared at her when she pulled away from him to look at him in the face.

"Y-you're not. . .?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "Never!"

She sighed. "To tell you the truth, I've known for a while now. I put all the pieces together. I'm just so happy you finally told me. I was waiting for you, Stanley."

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. "Did dad. . .?"

She shook her head as Kyle sat down. Kenny stood back. To say that they were surprised would be a severe understatement. "He was suspicious. He knew you were hiding something, but he had no clue what it was." She smiled again and hugged him tight. "Now," she said, turning to Kyle. "You have to stay for dinner tonight."

Kyle opened his mouth, but nothing came out. All he could do was nod.

"And when you find the courage to tell your parents," Sharon said, "I'll be right there to support you both. But. . .let's keep this between us for now. Your mother is. . .a difficult woman."

"I agree," Kyle said. "Thank you." He couldn't explain how he was able to come out and say those four words, but he couldn't speak again after that.

"Are you boys hungry?" she asked. "There are some snacks in that-" Kenny and Cartman rushed for the cupboard Sharon pointed too.

"Okay," she said, turning away. "I'll start on dinner then. Would you all like to stay?"

"Yes!" came the excited shouts from Butters, Kenny and Cartman.

Sharon laughed.

Stan got up and walked into the living room. Kyle followed. "Th-that was. . ." Kyle stuttered. He tried again but nothing came out.

"Unexpected," Stan offered.

Kyle nodded. "I-I thought. . ." He shook his head. "It's good," he said. "This is great."

Stan nodded. "And I feel so much more relaxed."

Kyle smiled. "You look it," he said sweetly as he touched Stan's face. "Does this mean we can make out while your mom's around?"

Stan made a face. "Dude." He shook his head and Kyle laughed.

"I'm kidding," he said. "I wouldn't." He smiled at Stan again. "But. . .I'll be kissing you right now."

Stan grinned. "Go for it."

Kyle smirked. He leaned close, hesitating at first, but then his lips touched Stan's and he kissed him. Stan gladly returned the kiss. "Things are looking up," Kyle said.

Stan nodded. "Yep." And they kissed again as Sharon and the boys laughed in the kitchen.

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The Epilogue Part

Kenny lay himself down on Butters' bed. He smiled as he took in the scent around him. He rolled on his side as Butters came into the room.

"My dad doesn't want you here for long," Butters said as he sat down on his computer chair.

Kenny laughed. "Yeah, of course," he said. Not much had changed, but now at least Mr. Stotch allowed Kenny to come visit Butters every now and then. It was the least he could do for Kenny, given the fact that he came to Butters' aide in school when his son needed the help. But while he stayed, Kenny would have to abide by the house rules. Kenny agreed, reminding himself he was doing this for Butters.

"K-Kenny," Butters said softly.

Kenny looked up. The boy's cheeks were red with embarrassment and he was rubbing his knuckles together. "Hm?"

Butters leaned forward and softly kissed Kenny, but he missed his mouth. Butters had given him an awkward kiss on the chin. Kenny laughed. "Here," he said, pulling Butters down again. "Let me show you how it's done." He pressed their lips together and parted his mouth. His tongue danced inside Butters' mouth, making Butters shiver. Kenny pulled away when he heard the sound of Mr. Stotch's voice thundering from downstairs."

"The McKormick boy has to go home now!"

Kenny laughed as he stood up. He moved toward the door. "I'll be sneaking in tonight," he said. "We are going to finish this."

Butters looked down and nodded. "Okay," he said softly. Kenny looked at him, trying his best not to pounce right now. Wait till tonight, wait till tonight, wait till tonight, wait. . .He turned away. "I'll see you later."

"I-I'll be waiting," Butters called as Kenny shut the door behind him. He wanted to shout. He was so exited. He knew he'd have one hell of a night! He giggled to himself as he ran down the stairs and out the door, excited about the events to come. "It's gonna be so much fun!"

He ran all the way home and sat by the clock and waited for midnight to strike. As soon as both of those hands were on 12, he'd be out and on his way to Butters' house.

Author's Note #2: Woo! That was on long ass chapter. Lol! But it's done! I'm done! I am free! Now I just have to finish my other fics. Lol! I hope you all enjoyed this. I know you've waited for a long time. Sorry, but enjoy and, please, come back for another fic, if you happen to see another one out there. You never know. I just may come back to write another South Park fic. I'll be around