His name is Leopold "Butters" Stotch and he is 21 years old. He just moved to South Park, Colorado with his family. He is a sweet and well-mannered guy who constantly tries to please those around him. His name is Kenneth "Kenny" McCormick and he is also 21 years old. He was born and raised in South Park, Colorado. He is an outgoing and carefree guy with zero-fucks-given attitude. This is the story of how they met, became friends, and fell in love. A story full of stupid jokes, yolo moments, essentially crisis... & Smut ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• I hope you enjoy my second story as much as I enjoy writing it. ו°~*°•'\(•_•)/'•°*~°•× WARNING: This story contains strong language and scenes some may find offensive, and sexual content, viewer discretion advised. And also "I don't own South Park or the images used in this story, nor do I own the characters, but I have altered them to fit better into my story."

When butters moves to South Park, he notices that his neighbour is a little odd compared to everyone else. Everybody knows everybody in South Park, but nobody knows much about Kenny. He spends all of his free time in his house and he has no friends at all... that is until he takes an unusual interest in his new neighbour. Kenny has a secret which could put Butters in a lot of danger, possibly even kill him. The amazing cover is done by @CreekIsHeere Smut warning

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.