Bebe & Butters – "Foot"

For Rachel.

A/N: This takes place in the episode "Marjorine."


"You have boyish feet." That was the comment that threw the blond boy off.

The words "Well, yeah, it's 'cause I'm a boy," were poised behind his lips before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Espionage. Something about a future-telling device. Dangerous stuff, Butters thought.

It turns out it wasn't so much dangerous as it was boring. Now, these girls—they were the dangerous ones. With sharp tongues for their young ages and the bitter, downward slope of the eyebrow that told you you weren't in for kind words… They could break spirits better than any warrior could. And Butters was especially sensitive.

The first comment, he could handle; he only smiled and shrugged one shoulder, unsure of what to say to the girl before him. However, his resolve was being worn down with every passing minute as Lola joined in to tease, followed by Annie, then, suddenly, everyone else seemed to want in, too.

"God, do you even condition your hair, like, at all?"

"You really oughta put some makeup on…"

"What's up with those ugly nails?"

Butters's lower lip trembled before he even thought about the fact that he was, after all, a boy. He wasn't really disposed to paint his nails or wear makeup, though he figured he could and that it really shouldn't matter either way. It wasn't very nice of these girls to pick on him like that, especially since he'd never done a thing to them, he told himself. Despite his constant reassurance to himself, he still broke down.

He found himself locked in the bathroom at ten o'clock at night, hugging his knees and shuffling his slipper-clad feet against the floor tile. It occurred to him that he really shouldn't have come here, but then he remembered how this was brave—he was doing it for the guys, and that was a good enough reason for his mission, no matter how much he got picked on.

A pretty, lilting voice that he identified as Bebe's arose from outside the bathroom door, effectively bringing him back to the real world. "Hey, kid. Uh…Marjorine. Listen, we're real sorry for what we said. We didn't mean it."

"No, no, it's okay." Butters sniffled, then went on. "I know I'm ugly. I really am…"

"Well, come on out and we'll give you a makeover!"

A pause. Butters stood, unlocked the door, and cracked it open cautiously. "Really?"

"Of course!" Bebe's smile looked honest enough, he supposed. He stepped out, and the girls got to work powdering, plucking, and polishing.

"See?" the blonde said after some time, gesturing with her own newly-painted fingernails to Butters's feet. "You've got cute feet, really."

At that, the boy grinned. "Well, gee whiz…" He chuckled. "Thanks, Bebe."

She leaned over to whisper in his ear. "No problem, Butters."

The boy paled, looked around frantically at the other busied guests, then returned his wide-eyed gaze to Bebe. "You knew?" he whispered back.

The girl nodded, curls bouncing, eyes crinkled with laugh lines. "Uh-huh. I figured it out all on my own. No one else knows."

"You—you won't tell, will ya?" Bebe shook her head, then marked an X with her finger in the air over her heart.

For the briefest of moments, Butters forgot all about his friends waiting outside the house and simply relaxed into this rather exciting, albeit strange, setting. He smiled brightly at the girl beside him. "I really owe you one. You're really nice, ya know that?"

Bebe smiled back. "Thanks. You too, Butters."