Stutters 🧌

BUTTERS 🚽

It was the next day of school, sadly Tweek couldn't make it today. He said his tics were hurting him to much and that he didn't wanna deal with the word structure of daily conversations.

I promised myself I would go by the store and get him something. Tweek doesn't like sympathetic gestures because he says there is no point in feeling sorry for him, but I like to just get him "I missed you pookie" gifts when I feel like it. :)

As I make my way down the sidewalk to school I see a group of people crowding around the entrance of it. One of them was Tweek's new friend, Craig. I liked him his voice sounds goofy.

I shimmied myself closer trying the eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Have you noticed Stan?"

"Yeah I have he's been acting..."

"Strange"

"I wonder what's wrong with him"

"Kyle why don't you try to talk with him"

"I guess I could"

"Have you even seen him at school yet"

"Nope"

"Oh hey butters!"

My eyes widen as Tolkien waves making the whole group of people turn to me. "Uhh...hi!" I yip trying to make an excuse why I looked like I was spying. "Soo I heard you fellas are worried about Stan, what happened?" I say concerned. I don't know why I was worried. I guess it's just nice to care about people more than you usually do at moments.

"We don't even know," Kyle sighs, "I've been trying to put my finger on it but I just can't figure it out,". Right as I began to reply to Kyle a figure walks past the group. "STAN!" Everyone yells even me for some reason. It's kinda fun being with this many people even if it's nerve racking sometimes.

"Sup," Stan says pointing at all of us with finger guns and grinning a little wince peeking through as he moved his fingers up and down. I look around but it seemed like nobody else noticed his face. He looked hurt. All the other guys started rambling to Stan about random stupid crap. Starting to feel unwelcome not because people were being mean but because I wasn't actually friends with anyone I left.

I wonder why Stan looked in pain. What happened. Also why am I so worried about him. Errm. Ughh. Why can't Tweek be here.

I sat down at a bench waiting for the bell to ring so I could head to my first class. I scrolled through Pinterest looking a minion memes. I snorted at one and saved it to my board as I heard footsteps come from behind me. I peer back to see a short kid in a orange parka. "Hey Kenny!" I smile glancing at his eyes for an answer but kenny surprising me, unzips the top of his parka a pulls his hood down, exposing his head.

"Hey buttcheek watcha laughing at," he says in a buck toothed country accent. I laugh tearing up at his inability to impersonate people. He sits down next to me not to close to but not to far. I open my phone and show him my screen he looks up and me with his knocked out tooth grin and starts giggling.

I watch him as his laugh get louder and louder until he flops onto the floor and starts tossing himself around. Attracting attention from quite a few classmates. I begin to wheeze at how unfunny the joke actually was.

After what seemed like a year of choking laughs we both calmed down and make I contact. "Dude," he paused, "That was the funniest shit I've ever seen in my life,". "Kenny it wasn't even that funny," I facepalm myself as Kenny starts laughing to himself once again.

"Wait quick question Ken, has the bell rung yet?" I ask looking down at my phone screen.

"FLYING CUPCAKES KENNY WE MISSED LIKE 3 PERIODS ALREADY!," I exclaim jumping from my seat.

"HKAhAhA," Kenny chokes laughing so loudly it looked like it hurt, "FLYING CUPCAKES!".
Tears stream from his eyes as he throws a laughing fit on the floor. My mind takes a minute to process, "Don't take this to offense but are you high Kenny?".
"Mmhp," he nods his head while his face lays smushed in the wet dewy grass.

I grab his hand and lift him up. He grins and starts to dust himself off as I grab my bag. When he's finished I grab his wrist and floor it to the next class. The only thing on my mind "I'm gonna be so grounded when I get home".