My Very Own One-shots Book

Alone Michael x Butters

A.N.: Enjoy my lovelies. 

Alone. That was the only way to describe Michael  He was surrounded by people but no one notices him Not even his so called friends. He know he shouldn't spend his youth like this but he gave up. He has no hope and nothing to look forward to besides a sweet release of death. He took a long drag of his cigarette. It was one of the few things he can tolerate.

   Pete was once again complaining. He flipped his frindges and continues to rant. This annoyed Michael to no end. Complaining was so pointless. He and his friends sat behind the school and smoked. He was way underage but he didn't care. He listen to the squabble of his friends. He couldn't care less about them. Pete was a whiny bitch, Henrietta was a fat attention whore with no real problems and Firkle was an annoying brat that tried to hard. Michael was sick of them all.

   Everyone around him weren't much better. They were just starting to learn what he has know for years. He world is completely shit and nothing will change that. He crushed his cigarette and went inside the school. The halls were empty just how he liked it. Then as he turn the corner he seen a boy with blond hair. He was curled up waiting for the next hit from the fat one.

The fat boy screamed and kicked the smaller one. Michael didn't know what came over him but he wanted over and punched the fat one square in the jaw causing him to stumble back. The obesed child ran off crying. The small blond boy looked up at Michael. His ocean blue eyes filled with pain and fear. He had a black eye and a cut on his lip. Michael turn and looked at the shorter male. He crouched down causing the blond to flinch afraid of v.    what the tall goth boy might do.

"Are you okay?" Michael voice was gentle but raspy.

"Y-yeah. Cartman does this a lot so I'm pretty use to it," the blond replied.

"Let's get you to the nurse."

"N-no. She'll call my parents and I'll get grounded again!"

"Then at least go to the bathroom and clean up."

The blond nodded and got up shaking a bit. He walked wincing in pain. Michael walked beside him. Five minutes till everyone had to go back to class not like Michael cared. The boys walked into the bathroom and Michael helped the boy clean up.

The bell rang and they left the bathroom. The shorter boy tugged on Michael's trench coat. Michael looked down a bit confused. The boy rubbed his knuckles together.

"What go you want?" Michael tone was a bit harsh.

The boy flinched from Michael tone, "I just w-wanted to say thank you."

Michael was a bit shocked,"uh you're welcome..."

"Butters. Call me Butters."

"Well then you're welcome Butters."

Butters smiled and hugged the goth before running off to his class. Michael was dumbfounded. What the fuck just happen. Michael isn't nice, he isn't helpful he certainly doesn't get hugs from little blond conformist.

"Who the fuck was that?" Asked a male voice from behind him.

Michael turn around, "none of your business Red."