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Song at the beginning: "Sealed with a Kiss" by Bobby Vinton

Song at the end: "Lovesong" by The Cure (aka the title song of this story)

What else to say? Welcome back to return reviewers, if there are any… XD And Welcome to any new readers! Oy, new readers! If you haven't already, go click on my name up there and read Vanilla Blue first. Otherwise you might be a little confused. I mean, this IS a sequel, after all…

BTW The point of view shifts each chapter. And the rest is a surprise. :P

Title: Lovesong

Author: Zoshi the Confused
Rating: PG-13 to M (eventually)
Category: South Park

Genre: General/Romance

Contains: (or will contain) Violence, Adult Situations, Swearing, SHOUNEN-AI - BOYLOVE


'Tho we gotta say goodbye for the summer
Darling I promise you this
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss
I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But darling you won't be there
I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Oh let us make a pledge to meet in September
And seal it with a kiss
Guess it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love every day in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

Butters leaned back against the school wall, looking around aimlessly. Kenny had said he was going to show up the first day of school, but, considering he'd been dead for the last five of them, the odds just happened to be against him. Still, Butter's decided to wait anyways, since there was always a chance that the fates had decided otherwise.

He fidgeted with the strap of his book bag nervously. Kenny had been fine for most of the summer, acting out like he usually did, and if Butters hadn't known about the whole situation he wouldn't have seen anything wrong. But the closer and closer the first day of school had gotten, the more and more closed off Kenny had been. Butters frowned to himself, looking around at the students milling around the front steps. He didn't know why he bothered looking, there would certainly had been a reaction by now, anyway.

He turned back to looking out towards the school gates, sighing. He was worried about Kenny, he had no idea how the blond would react if he came to school today and he wasn't here.

Butters frowned. Kyle, KYLE. He'd gotten so used to avoiding his name that he was doing it in his thoughts, too. Argh. He shook his head, deciding that, no matter what, it was time to stop avoiding it. Whether Kyle showed up today or not, he was still going to have his talk with Kenny. It had waited all summer, but it was high time. Yes. Butters was decided.

His attention snapped back as he saw a group of familiar people heading in through the gates. Yes! He pushed off of the wall and headed over, cutting across the school lawn to meet with them.

"Hey guys!" He grinned as he caught up. Cartman rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath as Butters joined them.

"Hey," Stan said, sounding a bit tired. He didn't look like he'd slept that well the night before.

Kenny just nodded somewhere in his general direction, and Butters could see his eyes flicking across the people gathered in front of the school. Butters looked too, but no luck. He moved over to walk next to the other blonde, trying to think of something to say.

"Oh, Kenny, you're here on a first day a'school," Butters grinned brightly, trying to catch his eye. "That's… that's a good sign, huh?"

Kenny looked at him for a moment, puzzled, then, finally, grinned.

"Yeah, I guess it is." He replied. Butters was happy to see that the blonde seemed a little cheered by the thought.

They were nearing the school doors now, most of the kids around them milling about uneasily. The bell was about to ring at any moment, and everyone seemed to be wishing it wouldn't come. Butters didn't quite understand it really. At least coming to school was something to do, at least it was a change of scenery. Butters liked coming to school, if only for the reason that it gave him something other to do than sit at home and think up stories. Well, not like he didn't just sit at school and think up stories too, but at least the place he did it changed. Besides, at school he got to see all his friends, and he got to make new ones. And he got to learn things he wouldn't learn at home because his dad had never gotten cable installed even though all their neighbors had it.

Butters was nodding a hello to another classmate when he felt the pressure change in the air next to him. He turned back, faced forward to see the person who'd been MIA for the past few months.

"Hey guys," Kyle said, grinning at them. He was a little different than before, a little taller, a little thinner. He'd let his hair grow out, and it was longer than it had been before. He had the same thin-framed glasses on, and, surprisingly, the same beat up messenger bag he'd had since he'd started high school.

But it was him.

Kyle was back.

The first person to react was Stan. Dropping his bag to the ground, he let out a loud whoop as he raced forward and threw his arms around his best friend.

"Kyle! Fuck, man, where the hell have you been?! I haven't heard from you in ages! Dude!" Stan burst out, his words almost tumbling over themselves in their hurry to get out his mouth. "Dude, don't do shit like that! I was worried out of my fucking mind!"
"Sorry, dude," Kyle laughed, hugging Stan back for a moment before shoving him away. "Doesn't mean you have to try to squeeze me to death, man…"

"You're such a fucking loser," Stan shot back, throwing a few good-natured punches his way. Kyle easily dodged them, laughing, and finally turned to the rest of the group.

"How's it going?" He said, grinning widely. "What'd I miss?"

"Absoluteleh nothing, jew," Cartman spat, crossing his arms and glaring at the redhead. "Gawd, why the hell did you come back? Ah was finalleh getting used to not having to see your ugleh jew face around."

"Dude," Kyle pointed a finger at him. "Dude, if I wasn't so fucking happy to be back, I would be starting shit with you right now."

"So what, Ah'm supposed to fucking count myself luckeh or something?" Cartman snorted.

"Exactly." Kyle replied.

Cartman had another retort ready, but Butters wasn't paying attention. He'd turned his eyes to Kenny, who, at the moment, seemed at a total loss for what to do. Butters couldn't blame him; the guy had spent the last few months waiting patiently for Kyle to come back, only to see him, for the first time, at school, in front of people who had no idea what had happened between them, or why Kyle had disappeared with barely a word. Butters could see practically see the emotions swirling inside him, like smoke caught in a glass bottle.

Kyle had finally gotten Cartman into a corner he couldn't find a way out of, and turned triumphantly to the next person in line.

"Hey Kenny, dude, you're here on the first day?" Kyle grinned. Butters felt more than saw Kenny twitch. As mean as it sounded, he was very glad he wasn't in his position.

"Can't get lucky all the time, eh?" Kenny answered, shrugging. "Whatever, just a bunch of classes doing nothing anyway."

The bell rang suddenly, putting an end to any further conversation as students began streaming in through the doors. The five grouped together, trying to keep from being separated in the crowd. Everyone still needed their schedules, no one knew where they were headed, and every five feet another random person was screaming out greetings to one or two or all of them.

In other words, school had started.

Butters headed out from the cafeteria, humming a wordless tune on his way to the bathroom. The morning had passed uneventfully, and he was in a pretty good mood, considering. He'd expected a little more… something. Hm, but there wasn't much of anything, really. Oh, well, every now and then he'd catch Kenny staring after Kyle as they passed in the hallways, but you couldn't really blame the guy. Butters knew he couldn't, he'd caught himself more than a few times that day alone staring after--

Well, it didn't matter who he'd been staring after. He shook his head, trudging onward through the mostly empty hallways. He'd just reached the last corner when voices reached him. Stopping at the edge, he was about to look around it when he recognized the voices.

"What the fuck are saying?" A strained voice, a hurt voice. Kenny's.

"Look, I told you… I'm sorry, but… things change…" A calm voice, controlled. Kyle's.

"So that's how its going to be, huh? "Things change", what a fucking load of bull shit…"

"…I know its hard to hear…"

"Do you now? Do you really? Fuck, I don't remember you waiting three months, like a fucking idiot, just to hear that everything's fucking over…"

"… I… if its all right… I still… I still wanna be friends…"

"You know what? Do me a favor and go fuck yourself…"

Butters barely managed to dodge back into an open classroom as Kenny stomped past. He couldn't catch a good glimpse of the blonde's face, but Butters had a good idea that it wouldn't have looked pretty. Quietly, he crept out of the classroom, looking in the direction Kenny had taken. The hallway was empty, which only meant that the blonde had been moving much quicker than Butters had thought.

He turned around, creeping along the wall back towards the corner. Peering around it, he saw Kyle leaning against one of the windows, staring out through the glass. He didn't look happy either.

Remembering what he'd just heard, Butters was filled with a sudden, violent urge to do something damaging to the redhead. Gritting his teeth, he managed to keep that feeling back, thought with some difficulty. Getting into trouble the first day of school was definitely not something he wanted to do. Especially not with his dad home on vacation that week.

Butters crept back away from the corner, heading silently back towards the cafeteria. A part of him was silently fuming, and it wasn't until he had reached the cafeteria doors that he realized he never did get to the bathroom.

The room was dark. Broken shutters had been pulled down to keep the sun out, were still pulled low even though the sun had set a while back. Butters moved across the floor slowly, carefully, so he wouldn't trip over anything. Nearing the bed, he pushed a few empty beer bottles aside with his shoe and sat down. He put a hand on the other blonde's shoulder, giving it a shake, but Kenny was out good, and looked like he'd be out for the rest of the night, too.

Butters sighed, looking down at his friend sadly. Patting Kenny's shoulder, he noticed that the blonde had headphones on. Gently, he pulled them off, looking around to see what there were connected to. An old, beat up CD player lay on the floor next to the bed. Picking it up, he saw that there was one track selected to play on repeat. Curiosity getting the best of him, he put the headphones on.

However far away

I will always love you

However long I stay

I will always love you

Whatever words I say

I will always love you

I will always love you

Butters pulled the headphones off, stared at them in his hands for a moment. With a shaky hand he turned the CD player off and set it down, gently, on the floor, well away from anywhere where someone could step on it. He looked over at Kenny again, and a sharp pain ran through his heart. He didn't know what he'd say, didn't know what he'd do, when Kenny woke up and started looking for answers. Started looking for help. Started looking for some way of explaining what had happened, why, how. Butters had tried so hard over the summer to be a person with the answers, to be someone Kenny could turn to whenever he needed it, but at that moment he felt so helpless. He didn't know if he had the answers Kenny needed.

Getting up, he walked around to the other side of the bed and lay down, back to back with his drunken friend, and tried to figure out what he was going to say come tomorrow.