Kyutters Oneshots

Watching the Clock

Kyle's POV

I'm sleeping over at my friend Butters' house, I have been for a long time. I've been sleeping over at his house for about a month. My parents have been gone for a while now. I dont know what the hell they could be doing for them to be gone this long.
I looked over at Butters. He had fallen asleep before me, which makes sense since it's 4:15 in the morning. At my house, my bedtime is 8:30, but I usually stay up way later. My parents are pretty strict when it comes to electronics, so I dont usually have my phone with me. But I dont need my phone, I have my head. I look at Butters again, then at the clock again. Its 5:34. How am I not tired? I feel like I should be tired, but I'm wide awake.
Butters shuffles in his sleep a lot. I wonder if he has a lot of nightmares. Or is just a restless sleeper. Either way, I'm worried about him. Sometimes I feel like I worry about him more than I should. I just feel like I need to protect him, I guess.
I look at my friend again and he is tossing lightly and whining in his sleep. I conclude that he is definitely having a nightmare. I'm very tempted to wake him up, because I hate to see him suffer, but I read somewhere that you shouldn't wake someone up if they're having a bad dream. I dont want to make Butters any more upset, so I start to talk to him while he's sleeping. I try to be as soothing as possible. Butters is now calming down, and I'm happy again.
I look at the clock. Its 6:47. I'm not shocked anymore that I've stayed up so late, as I've stayed up all night before. I look down at Butters again. He looks so peaceful, that makes me happy. Looking at Butters' hair I notice how soft it looks. I reach over and feel the top of his head and I go through his hair for a while. I was right, he does have really soft hair.
It's 7:06. The sun is beginning to rise. I hear some birds chirping outside. Today is Sunday, so Butters can sleep in all he wants. I think that that's the only good thing his parents do, is they let him sleep in on weekends. Butters' parents are horribly strict and unkind. I've heard from Butters that his dad beats him when he does something really 'bad.' Butters says it's out of love, but I know that that's bullshit. I hate Butters' dad more than his mom though. I know that she hates being in this situation just as much as Butters does, but shes too scared to do anything about it.
It's 7:25. The sun in coming up more now. Butters is stirring in his bed. I think he's waking up. He slowly opens his baby-blue eyes and looks into mine. He smiles at me softly and I smile back.

"Good morning." He says groggily. His soft southern accent sounds so much cuter when he's just woken up. "Good morning, Butters." I reply. "What do you want for breakfast? I'll make us something."
"Pancakes would be nice." Butters said sweetly. He cleared his throat and got out of bed, ready to start another day with his best friend.
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AN: hope u liked it! This is one of my favorite ships even tho its a little crack. Oh well, I think it's cute. Anyways, I'll be trying to upload as frequently as I can :)