My Very Own One-shots Book

It Was Suppose To Be A One Night Stand.:Michael x Butters

A.N.:This one might get a little sad.

Butters was cooking breakfast wearing nothing but his lacey panties and a shirt that smelled like cigarettes. That shirt happen to belong to Michael a.k.a The Tall Goth. Butters kept wincing sore from the night before.

Michael woke up to the smell of pancakes. It was strange he didn't think anyone would be home. He had a pounding headache. He groaned and got up. He looked around the room. He found someone else's clothes. He knew he slept with someone but who.

He slipped on a pair of his briefs and sweat pants. He walked downstairs. He was meet with a happy and humming Butters. In that moment he knew he fucked up.

"I made you coffee and breakfast."

Michael sat. The food looked delicious but all he wanted to do was take an aspirin and sleep. He couldn't help but feel guilty for he did. Butters was certainly drunk last night like he was. Everyone get drunk at a party especially at Token's parties.

Butters was so happy. He finally got to spend time with the man of his dreams. He giggled and walked over trying not to show how sore he was. He wrapped his arm around Michael's shoulders and smiled.

"I'm glad you're finally up my sleepyhead."

"Butters, what do you remember from last night?"

"Everything. It was so magical. Best night ever. "

"Tell me why."

"Well first I was sad that my friend Bradley couldn't come so I was sitting in the garden and you came out for a smoke. So I asked for a cigarette and told me no. I got upset and pouted and then-"

"Get to the point."

"Well after you had a few drinks inside you said you wanted to go home to spend time with me. The whole ride home you were telling me all these sweet things. Then we," Butters blushed, "t-then we went to your room and we did the thing among other thing and then after you told me you loved me."

Michael trued to focus and tried to remember. He wanted to know everything he said durning the car ride and everything after. He was snapped out of his thoughts when Butters kissed him.

After Butters pulled away he went over to the sink and washed dishes. He hummed a happy little tune. He had every right to be. The man of his dreams showered him with sweet talk, he said I love you, they made love and it was so good. Every second of it.

"Butters I'm gonna go upstairs I don't feel good."

"Okay babe I'll handle everything!"

Michael went upstairs and laid in his bed. He noticed there was glitter lotion on his bed which was most likely from Butters and last night events. He groaned. He couldn't be live he couldn't remember. He couldn't believe Butters let him do that or that he stayed. Stupid Butters. He didn't realize it was all fake. It was just get himself laid. It was just suppose to be a one night stand. He was too drunk to remember.

Butters went upstairs carrying a glass of water and a aspirin. He smiled happy to help. He peeked in. He saw Michael laying there. He appeared to be deep in thought.

"Michael baby?"

"Huh. Oh hey Butters."

"I brought you a water and a aspirin."

"Um. Thanks."

Michael sat up and took a deep breath. He had to tell him. He quickly took the pill and down the glass of water. He felt pressure on the bed.

"Hey baby can we cuddle a bit. We both need some sleep."

"No."

"Aww why not?"