South Park ships

ᗷᑌᑎᑎY: ᗩᑎᘜ𝘚T

Title~ not meant to be
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: ᴀʀᴛ ʙʏ Yᴇᴏɴᴏᴠᴠɪ(?)
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Butters sat anxiously on his bed. He had been locked in his room all day. The amount of times he was in here was starting to make him hate his room and feel a little claustrophobic. The moon was already high in sky, he hadn't moved once since he was locked in here. The only thing he did was sit and think. He really fucked up this time, and he hoped Kenny wasn't going to have to pay for it.

Butters stood from his bed and made his way to his bedroom door. He gently tried to turn the knob, but to no avail. Butters sighed as he turned to rest his back against the door. He wondered when he would be let out, or if he would ever be let out. The longer he stood there, the more he thought about Kenny. And he just couldn't afford to think of his boyfriend right now. He shook his head. "No..." he quietly muttered as he tried to think of something else. Anything else would be okay.

Butters took in a big shaky breath as he began to walk around the perimeter of his room, his fingertips gently dragging along the wall. He did this in the dark, the only thing lighting up his room was the moonlight coming from his window. As he paced around, he counted his steps. But once he made it to 10, his mind drifted back to Kenny. "God no, please." He whispered to himself as he walked away from the wall and to his closet.

Maybe he could find something to distract himself in there. As he searched through the variety of buckets, he eventually pulled out a flower necklace that he had gotten from his trip with Kenny. He couldn't help but smile at it. But once he had realized once he was doing he quickly chucked it somewhere random and quickly closed his closet. "No. No no. Please don't do this to me."

Butters muttered to himself as he fled to the middle of the room. He needed to get Kenny out of his head. He shouldn't be thinking of him. It's only going to bring more trouble. Butters crouched down to the floor as he covered the sides of his head, as if that would stop the thoughts. Tears fell from his eyes and hit the hardwood floor. "Why? Why can't I-?" Butters trailed off as he watched the tears fall.

He's never hated Kenny so much in his whole life. Who gave him the right to cloud his mind like this? But then again, Butters has never cared so much in his life. He's never felt this anxious in his whole life. And that was beautiful to him. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he does. Butters angrily wiped away his tears, but no matter how much he wiped, more always took their place.

Eventually Butters heard something hit his window. He turned his head in the direction, and at first he saw nothing but the moon. But after a few more minutes it happened again. A rock was thrown at his window. Butters ran over and opened the window as he peered into the darkness. It took him a moment but eventually he was able to make out a familiar orange jacket. "Kenny?" He questioned but quickly covered his mouth.

He heard Kenny muttered something but couldn't really understand what he said. "Stop it! Just go home! I don't want to see you." It pained Butters to say that, but this was what had to be done. Butters saw Kenny tilt his head in confusion but didn't bother to say anything else to him as he closed his window and went back into his room.

Butters held his breath as he tried not to cry, he didn't want to wake up his parents. Butters fanned himself with his hands as he desperately tried to hold it together. He's never missed Kenny so much as he did right now. Kenny was always the one that made him feel better. But deep inside, Butters knew it was better this way. He took in deep breaths through his nose and out through his mouth. But it wasn't working that well. And once again he heard something hit his window.