Hate My Guts (Kenny x Butters) [Completed]

14

The next few days were rather uneventful for the gang.

They couldn't get a moment alone with Kenny until Butters was home sick for the last half of the week. It was Friday now, and they had finally managed to get Kenny to give them attention again, yet he was still clearly distracted.

Like now, Stan was trying to get him riled up so they could do some partying over the weekend, but it was like Kenny wasn't hearing him. Stan was starting to get irritated that Kenny was so absorbed into his shitty phone, clearing his throat for about the fourth time that day: "Dude, Ken!"

Blinking at the sound of Stan's voice, Kenny looked up from where he stood in the school's courtyard, to find all of his friends staring at him. He knew he was distracted by Butters' texts, Kenny just didn't think that they would've noticed. "Oh, huh? Sorry, what's up?"

Kyle, who was standing next to Stan and Tolkien with his hands on his hips, pointed to the phone still gripped in his hand. "You've been glued to that thing all week, dude!" Kenny shrugged as he pocketed his phone, avoiding Kyle's knowing eyes. He wasn't having it though, and was prepared to be dramatic to get his point across. "So, you want us around or not?"

The rest of the gang were starting to circle around them now, as they all felt the same as Kyle. Even Craig had his arms crossed over his chest, fighting the urge to choke Kenny out; Craig was trying to be understanding however, since if Tweek started hanging around him more too, he might do the same things. It was still annoying regardless, they had shit to do and their leader couldn't be distracted.

Meanwhile, Kenny was trying not to flip his lid at them for thinking they didn't matter. How many conversations did they have to have about this before they understood? "Of course!" Looking at Wendy, Bebe, Craig, Clyde, Tolkien, Tweek, Stan and Kyle now, Kenny couldn't help but to calm himself at their worried stares. They had the right to be worried when he acted differently, after everything he had put them through recently. "Guys, I'm sorry. I've just been working on my part of the plan."

Stan and Kyle were surprised by this statement, even though it was partly true. Kenny hadn't told anyone else that he was considering the possibility that Butters was from the Irish Mob; as hard as he was falling for him, Kenny couldn't ignore the fact that he had shown up at the exact time that the Mob did. Leo hadn't seemed like he was up to anything, especially after admitting to Kenny he had seen him die, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on.

"Actually," Kenny continued, as he realized that he needed an update on the other parts of his plan. "Stan, Clyde, Tolkien - how's Cartman doing?"

They seemed to relax slightly as Kenny focused on their plans, Clyde rubbing his hands together excitedly as he stepped forward. "Okay, so, this is going to sound totally weird but, we followed Cartman home a few days ago.." He trailed off as he looked to Tolkien and Stan, who nodded at him to continue. "We saw him go across the street to Butters' house. He was there for a while. I don't think we saw anyone else?"

He could've sworn that his blood stopped pumping at those words. Kenny's concerns were valid, and he fucking hated it. Sure, this could've meant that Butters was just as much of a victim of Cartman as the rest of them, though Kenny knew that it was more than that. When it came to his mortal enemy, it was always more than that.

Shaking off those thoughts, Kenny faked a smile as he placed a hand on Clyde's shoulder. "Good job, guys. I'll have to figure out what that means." Kyle scrunched his eyebrows at this, wanting to interject an opinion, only to be cut off by Kenny's eyes flicking to him: "Ky, Tweek, Craig - anything on the Nazis?"

"Yeah, they're fucking assholes." Craig replied flatly, kicking the rocks around him with his usual scowl.

Tweek nodded quickly along with the words, his eyes wide with panic. "T-They know we're onto them, man! I haven't seen them since Wednesday!"