Kenny x Butters [Simple Syrup COMPLETED]

[ Buttercup ]

Butters got woken up to sound of the vacuum cleaner coming from the other side of his bedroom door. He let out a groan while mentally wished his mom wasn't such a neat freak. He grabbed his blanket, pulled it over his head, trying to catch some more z's... Unfortunately, Butters was a light sleeper. He just couldn't ignore the noise so he was fully awake by that point. He ran his hands on his face and let out an annoyed grunt. He slowly sat up and looked around.

It's been a week and I'm still not used to this place... He thought.

He leaned against the bed frame headboard and let out a yawn. Then dragged himself out the bed, bent down and reach for his sweatpants that was laying the floor. He liked to sleep in his boxers. Wearing pants to bed caused him to sweat under the blanket, even when it was extremely cold outside. It made him feel uncomfortable...

After he put on the sweatpants, he stretched his arms and legs, then he twisted his torso and hip to crack them, letting out sigh of relief.

"Butters, sweetie, are you up?" Mrs. Stotch knocked on her son's door. His parents have finally learned to respect the privacy and stopped overstepping the boundaries of their 21 years old son. "honey, breakfast is ready. Mommy needs to vacuum your room, please wake up"

"'morning..." The blonde boy said when he opened the door as a yawn escaped from his mouth. His hair was messy and his voice was a bit hoarse. He rubbed his eyes and yawn once more, "mom... I'm still sleepy..."

"Sweetie, just because you don't have classes doesn't mean that you can sleep in" Linda said while brushing her son's hair with her fingers, then gave him a peck on his forehead. Butters scowled at her and tried to break free from her touch "You're so cute when you're all cranky!"

"Stop it..." He muttered softly, looked at his mother's face, still rubbing his eyes slightly. Then he realized something... Something that made him feel a bit confused. "mom? Why aren't you at work?"

"Oh that's because mommy asked for two weeks off to settle into our new house!" She replied with a giggle, and while she's smiling lovingly at her son she continued, "Your father wanted to take some time off as well, but he lost at rock-paper-scissor... So, mommy gets to stay home!"

Butters gave her a half smile, being sleepy and all, and didn't feel like making any comments regarding his parents' childish behavior. They would rock-paper-scissor to almost anything. For fuck's sake, they rock-paper-scissor to decide whose turn would be to file their yearly tax returns. The young blonde dude sigh and stepped aside to let his mom into his room so she could vacuum the place. He walked to his night stand and unplugged the charger for his phone. Then he headed downstairs for breakfast.

He walked into the kitchen and looked at the dinning table. There were stacks of pancakes, a fruit bowl, a pot of hot coffee, and a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. His mom tend to go overboard; she was a perfect housewife, not only that, she also used to be a great stay-at-home mother. Well... As great as she could be. No one is perfect.

Butters pulled out the chair, sat down, and grabbed the plate full of pancakes. He stabbed into a slice with the fork and placed it on his own plate. He reached for the maple and boysenberry syrup. He pour the sticky substance all over the cake and cut into a bite size bits. He was about to put the yummy sweet into his mouth but froze when he heard the doorbell. He sighed and put down the fork.

The doorbell kept ringing the whole time while Butters walked toward the front door. He was still sleepy and cranky so he began to feel a bit irritated by the repetitive noise. He grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, and opened the door. He froze for moment due to the sighted of the person standing right in front of him. He held his breath. His eyes got so big, it felt like they were about to pop out.