'Member? (Kenny and Butters)

8 - Whine

-Butters POV-

I, Butters Stotch, broke Kenny McCormick. I was kneeling next to him with blood coming down my arm with the three cuts I had made. Kenny had his head in his hands full on crying. He stops and wipes his tears off, his eyes are more puffy and red then mine ever get. Probably because his eyes aren't used to tears.

He lifts me up, bridal style, and takes me to the bathroom. He sets me down beside the sink. He gets some toilet paper while still having tears leave his eyes and cleans my arm off. He applied pressure so it would stop. He takes out some bandage and wraps my arm, covering the cuts. He tapes the bandage together and it matches my other one except it's newer. Kenny looking down, takes both of my hands. I'm sitting beside the sink still, looking down at Kenny.

"Why do you blame yourself? Why do you think nobody cares? Why do you want to die? God is showing you that you are strong enough to be homo flexible. He is showing you that he made you special. Your father cares, that's why he left. Your mother cares, that's why she stayed. I care, that's why I came back. But why do you blame yourself?" Kenny says, as his tears fall off his face onto both of our hands.

"I don't know." Was all that could come out. I started heavily crying and I put my head on Kenny's and we just stayed there for a bit. He helped me down and he hugged me and I hugged back. Both of us crying heavily. We both ran out of tears and we stood there. Kenny let go and put his hands on my shoulders.

"I will always care about you. I am always here for you. I'm here to stay." Kenny said. I smiled with tears in my eyes.

"You need to talk to your mom and settle things with her. You have to understand that she's not used to the whole gay thing, and she doesn't need to understand it to support it, and she does. She was just asking if she needed to do anything else. And you can't blame her for wishing to change you sometimes, since you want to die sometimes it's kinda like the same thing." Kenny says, sadly. I nod and run down the stairs to see my mother crying I run up to her and hug her.

"I'm sorry, mom. I keep forgetting that you grew up in a homophobic home and you don't understand, but you don't need to understand. I'll figure this out on my own. But I love you for being supportive and being there for me." I say, hugging my mother.

"I'm sorry too, Butters. I shouldn't have said that I wanted to change you. I never want to change you because you wouldn't be here right now hugging me, you'd probably be moved out with some slut if you weren't the same. And goddammit Butters I love you more than anything in the world. I'll do anything just to see you smile. And that's why I let Kenny stay with us. I've never seen you so happy before Kenny came back. And I just needed you to be happy." She said, still hugging me, as she stops crying.

My mom even noticed how happy I was when Kenny was around. Was it that noticeable? Does she know I like him that way?! I hope not. But if she noticed, did Kenny? I let go from the hug to look at her

"I need to go to bed, but I hope you aren't mad at me anymore. I love you, mom."

"I was never mad, Butters. Good night my boy, I love you." She says, smiling as she sits back on the couch. I seen that Kenny came downstairs and was watching us the whole time, I rub the back of my neck as I go back upstairs into my room. I pick up the knife off my dresser and clean it off with a paper towel. I throw it in my garbage can and wipe off my dresser and throw it away. Kenny stood in the doorway, rubbing his puffy red eyes. I look back at him before I take out my Hello Kitty pajama pants.

"You need anything before I go to bed?" Kenny asks.

"No, I'm okay. Thank you, Kenny." I say, smiling. He smiles and walks away to his room. I take my skinny jeans off and throw them in my hamper. I step into my Hello Kitty pajama pants and pull them up over my thin, scrawny waist. I take off my light blue hoodie, revealing my white spaghetti tank top. I hear a loud whine coming from outside my door. I walk out my door and turn the hallway light on, and nobody's there. I'm probably just going crazy.

I shut off the light and go back into my room. I climb into bed and snuggle with my sheets and start trying to sleep.

-Kenny's POV-

That was so close. If I would've got caught looking into Butters room while he was changing, I don't know how I would've got out of that one. He just looked so adorable. But I was hoping for no tank top so I just couldn't help myself but to whine. I'm so glad he didn't catch me I would've just been dead.

"Kenny, are you asleep?" Butters asks, standing in the doorway. I shake my head but then remember he can't see me.

"No, why aren't you?" I asked, sitting up.

"Can't." Butters says, walking over and sitting at the edge of my new bed.

"Well, whatcha wanna do then?" I ask, looking toward him.

"Can I- um never mind. I'll just try to sleep again, sorry." Butters says getting up. I grab his arm and pull him back, softly.

"No, what were you going to say?" I ask.

-Butters POV-

I was so glad he couldn't see me blushing because of the dark. But I was just stupid for going in there in the first place.

"It was nothing, good night." I said, trying to get up, but Kenny still had his hand wrapped around my arm.

"Please tell me." Kenny said, calmly.

"Can I sleep with you? I just can't sleep alone, knowing that you're here. I know it's stupid, so I'll just go back, just let me go." I say, embarrassingly.

"Yes." Kenny said, scooting over and patting the bed space next to him. I smile and jump in and under the covers. I snuggle up with the blanket and I feel something really warm on my back. It wasn't extremely hot but it was calming and protective. It was Kenny with his bare stomach on my white see-through tank top with one hand wrapped around me and the other used to keep his propped up. I leaned back into him and used one arm to prop myself up and the other was laying on the pillow in front of me.

Kenny's so nice.