No, I love you. | BRATTERS |

OH.

One week.

It had been one week since Bradly had ghosted Butters.

Butters had gone home, grounded for "longer than he could ever imagine" as his dad had said.

Bradley had locked himself in his room. He hadn't left since. No one knew where he was other than his family; who of course hadn't attempted to get him out.

BUTTERS POV:

I laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling that i had now memorized every indent and detail of. I've been grounded so much, I knew this room more than anyone I'd ever met.

Gee, that's a scary thought..

But sitting in this room this past week.. has made me realize something.

I'm not exactly sure what, actually.

Bradley. I missed him, a lot. More than I ever had missed someone.. if I'm telling the whole truth.

I wanted- no, needed to understand what went wrong. And what the flip that camp was about!

Sorry for the tone, but I'm sick of it!

Dad is at work, and who knows where Mom is, she had been acting a little silly again, ever since I got into that camp.

"hmmm..."

Suddenly, he got the perfect idea.

Butters sprinted downstairs and headed on to the family computer. He looked up the camp, read about it, and looked up the things he didn't understand. (all of it)

.....

"My parents thought I was kissing on other boys!?"

Geez, this was a huge misunderstanding..

Everything made since then. The camp, Bradley acting strange, the kiss..

The kiss.

Bradley liked liked Butters.

"Well I like you too, Bradley!"

"You do?!"

"Yeah!"

"You like like me?!"

"Sure, I like like you a lot lot!!"

....

"I have to find Bradley."