- Love, Butters.

(27) Just Friends

[Marjorine/Butters' POV]
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Butters: bradley
hey
please
Pls answer
I'm worried
Pls don't do anything bad to urself
I still need u here
Ur the only person I can trust right now

I frantically texted Bradley on the way home. Worry filled my heart.

Please, answer.

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Bradley: hi.

Butters: bradley
Thank goodness
U okay?

Bradley: uh yeah
I'm okay now

Butters: I just want to talk,
I'm not mad, promise.

The speech bubble appeared and disappeared many times, indicating that Bradley was having a hard time coming up with a response. Starting to feel sympathetic for him, I decided to give him some time.

Butters: tomorrow,
Meet me at South Park High before school.
The right side of the school.

And with that, I logged off.

I flopped onto my bed, exhausted. I really hope this works out. I wasn't joking when I said he was somebody I could trust.

I sigh. My heart is telling me to have a mental breakdown right about now.. but my brain is telling me to save it for later.

Geez, I wish I could be a little kid again. Things were so much easier back then.

I tuck myself into bed once more, and drifted off to sleep.

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"Kenny, your AR is so low!," Cartman pointed out, laughing. "Fucking loser."

Kenny glares at him. "Shut the fuck up, you're going to ruin my luck for my roll for my 'mommy'!"

"Can you guys shut the hell up?," Kyle said grumpily. I wonder why Kyle's in a bad mood.. Maybe it's because Stan isn't here today.

I honestly had no clue what kind of game they were playing on their phones. Some game called... Something Impact. Well, its not like I should care anyway, the only games I play on my phone were Hello Kitty games.

Speaking of phones, I think this is a good time to go.

I say, "I'm gonna go now." I fidget with my fingers. "I gotta.. Help a teacher with something."

"Yeah, cool. Bye," Cartman replied quickly while Kenny and Kyle actually say a proper goodbye.

I was still unsure whether he'll actually be there.. But it's worth a shot to check right?

I rush over to the side of the school. I examined my surroundings, seeing nobody but the wind. Almost like a paper plane, my hopes were driven to the ground.