The Arts of being a Prostitute ✔️

Chapter 9

All the girls was asleep on either the couch or on the floor. I felt no progress in becoming friends with Red or Heidi. Bebe on the other hand was different. She liked me a lot and I liked her too.
A few hours passed and for some reason I couldn't sleep. I snuck around all the girls and into Bebe's room. I decided to text Kenny. I know he'll probably won't answer but it's worth a shot.

Hey (AN: Italics is Butters)

Hey (AN: Bold is Kenny)

"Woah, that was quick," I said.

Who is this?

Oops, sorry XD :P. It's me, Mars.

Mars? How did you get my number?

Token gave it to me. I assumed all the girls had your number.

Yeah they do. Sorry I forgot to give it to you XP. But hey. Are you free by any chance?

Free? As in, on a date free?

Yes

My face was bright red. This turned from the worst day, to the best day. I got asked out by Kenny McCormick. I need to play it cool though.

And why would I go on a date with a handsome guy like you? Is it even appropriate for you to try and hit on one of your bitches?

Mars, you're different. Like, reallly different. I can't stop thinking about you. I want to be with you. But we'll have to keep it in secret or the other guys would know and take you away from me. Plus, I always have my way~

"Woah... okay, be cool Butters. Just reply."

Such a bad boy~. You're so cute, I can't say no. I guess, I'm free next Saturday.

Nice to hear you have a different opinion on me. See you Saturday~

I assumed he went to bed and I got comfortable in Bebe's. I can't wait for Saturday.

•••(a certain bully POV)

"Stan, are you sure that was Butters you saw?" Said the fat ass, walking back and fourth from his stupid office.
Me and Cartman wasn't on good levels after he told me to break up with Wendy. He still likes her and I know it. But their is no fucking way I'm giving up that girl.

"Yeah, in a dress, at Bebe's house, looking like a trap. Can I go home now?" He took a double take on the picture I showed him. I may or may not have snagged a photo of him on my way out.

"That's the girl,"

"What girl? The girl you saw going to Kenny's the other day?" I asked. He nodded.

"Man, he looks hotter then Wendy." I pushed him to the ground. He started laughing but I didn't find it funny.

"Don't compare my hot girlfriend, Wendy to that faggot boy, Butters,"

"Sorry, geez take a joke Stanley."

I hate this dude. I don't see why I still hang out with him. Everyone I know grew apart from me because of him, even my best friend Kyle. He's the reason Kyle and I never talked and always got into fights. He probably said something that I didn't say to make him mad at me. Kyle kept telling rumors that I called him a faggot because of Cartman. Ever since then we've been fighting that he left the group.

"So what's the plan? How are you gonna catch him?" He asked.

"Me?"

"Yeah you. You're the one who noticed it was Butters,"

"But you saw him first, if anything you should expose him to Kenny." We both looked at each other.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

"Yes,"

"Good. But before we do anything. We need to see if Kenny and Butters are dating. And then, boom, we expose him."

"And kill him," said Cartman.

"Yes and kill- wait what!? No we're not killing anyone!"

"That faggot has been around for to long. He took your best friend away from you, he's taking Wendy away from you. He took everything good from you." Cartman was the one that took everything from me. But I agreed anyway. Theirs no way he would have the balls to kill him.

•••(back to the queen of trap queen)

After the sleep over was... over, ha, I took the bus back to my dorm. I had a warm feeling in my heart and gentle butterflies stabbing me on the inside. I remember feeling this feeling before since Elementary School. I guess it's nervousness mixed with love. Why would I be nervous? I can trust Kenny- can I? He doesn't know my secret yet... I... I'm going to tell him. On our date. But he'll have to keep it a secret from the other girls and the other guys. The only question is, how would I tell him?