Stutters 🧌

STAN 😟

(It might not make sense at the start but they were assigned a school project on the people of South Park >:P)

The fact that a person born in the most treacherous icky town ever could be so sweet and innocent is insane to me.

"He has to have a bad side"

"Maybe he's addicted to porn"

"Ew wtf why would you think that"

"He looks like he would"

"...now that you say that"

I snap out of deep thought and look at the 3 guys sitting next to me, " Stop trying to find bad qualities about him we need to find a person that's better than everyone and it's important that he's a clean slate,".

"You make it seem like this is a cult and we need butters as a sacrifice"

"Shut up Kyle I need the A or I fail"

"Loser"

"Kyle's right though, Stan your being a little weird about this we could just go up and ask butters he would most likely tell us or his reaction would rat him out"

"Aww man I thought you were gonna say that I was right about Stan being stupid not wiz out on us"

"Shut up fatass"

"ya wanna go ask or no?"

"I guess..."

"Also Stan stop grumbling it's kinda annoying"

"Yea man who shat in your cheerios"

"Your mom"

"Ew Sheila would blow up those cheerios"

"CARTMAN WTF"

"Nehkehe"

Tolkien snickers at the 2 boys that looked ready to brawl to the death. He then looked at Stan and smiles, "come on lets go find butters".
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After scurrying around the school for a little bit we find butters sitting with tweek whispering in his ear. As we make our way closer to them they both turn they're heads towards us.

Butters being the sweet kid he is starts to smile happily, his cheeks tinted with pink, genuinely happy to see me and Tolkien. Tweek on the other hand became nervous and jittery, looking as though he was thinking of all the possibilities of escape routes.

"Heya fellas!" Butters cheers as we finally stop in front of the table they were sitting down at. "Hey," Tolkien and I both say in monotony but not truly mean. Tolkien waves a bit at Tweek making him squeak and cower his head under the table.

Tweek is a pretty weird kid supposably his parents drug his coffee and I'm pretty sure he might have undiagnosed Tourettes. I feel bad for the kid. Life dependence on a substance isn't really healthy, I would know.

Butters glances over at Tweek and pats his back reassuring him with a grin. Tweek giggles at Butters stupid face and relaxes a bit.

"Umm Butters we have a couple questions for you if that's alright?" Tolkien murmurs not wanting to stress Tweek more. Butters glances back over at us silently thanking Tolkien for lowering his voice with another of his smiles, "Sure guys, I would kindly answer a few,".

Butters was such a sweet dude always smiling. The way his eyes creased upward when he grinned made me want to scream. His light blonde hair that shaped his head so perfectly you would think if he had any other hair style he'd look like a buffoon but then you think about if again and your like "no he would look cute in any hair style". Butters was a-  "STAN!".

I jump looking at Tolkien with concern. "Huh," I question. "You were staring at butters creepily, he said it was making him uncomfortable," Tolkien states. I look back to see both the blondes had left and I sigh sadly. "Sorry,". "Don't apologize to me you weren't staring at me," Tolkien scolds softly. "We're you at least able to get some answers from him?" I sigh rubbing my neck. "Not really,".

"Oh..,".

"You know Stan your kinda weird,".

"Thanks,".

"Hehe,".

"Ew Tolkien never "hehe again,".

We both meet each others eyes and die laughing.