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(Kenny's POV)

While Butters and I headed over to the Pond, and pretty much the whole time that I was with him, I kept on thinking the same thing: “Why the hell is he trying so hard to spend time with me?” I mean, I know it was probably because he felt sorry for me, but there must have been something more to it. To tell you the truth, the only other reasons that I could think of for someone –which includes Stan, Kyle, Cartman, or anyone else that I’m forced to be in contact with- to hang out with me was either they wanted to get on my good side –when I’m pissed off about something that irritated me or got me heated-, they felt really bad for me cause I had such a fucked up home life and I was to young to smoke weed (since I was only 14 at the time), or they wanted to get a good discount of marijuana from my dad, or Kevin. But that wasn’t really Butters’ angle though; He wanted us to hang out with each other because, well you know, he was a sweet kid, and he still is, obviously.

What I liked about Butters was that no matter how much of an dick you are to him, or if you had to come up with a lame ass excuse so you cant hang out with him or something, he would be so sweet and kind hearted, you wouldn’t believe it. For an example, whenever I tried come up with an excuse for not wanting to, you know, hang out with him, he would just wait patiently the whole time until I finally said something. Anybody else would have felt horrible and say, “You know what, fuck it, never mind! Sorry I bugged you!" And then turn around and go straight back home, cause “that asshole tweeker Kenny McCormick wasn’t going to take me up on my thoughtful offer anyway!” But Butters wasn’t like that at all. Defiantly not Butters. Not in a million years!

Butters and I wandered a bit until we finally came across Starks Pond It seemed really peaceful there, so I thought it would be a perfect place for me and Butters to converse.

“The pond doesn’t look as nice when it in the winter, huh Kenny?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It doesn’t. I like looking at the pond in the spring when the tree is blooming with flowers on it.”

“Since when you care about flowers Kenny,” Butters said sarcastically. “The only flowers you like looking at are the ones on cannabis plants.”

“Oh shut up Butters,” I laughed, pushing him away jokingly. We both finally came to the old bench and sat on it; it was under this big and beautiful weeping willow, although there were no flowers or leaves on it, but the tree still looked very nice covered in snow.

“Oh hamburgers,” Butters blurted out, clutching himself to keep warmer from the cold. “It sure is cold out hear! You’re not cold at all, Kenny?”

“Nope,” I told him. “Not really. Since my house doesn’t really have a heater or anything, I kinda got used to being cold, you know?”

“Aw, really?” he asked, feeling a little bad for me.

“Yeah, unfortunately. When ever me and my brother, sister, and parents watch something on television, all five of us have to try and share one damn blanket!”

“Oh jeez, Kenny,” he said. “That sure must be uncomfortable for you!”

“No, not really,” I said. “To tell you the truth, I actually prefer that. Since we’re all together, you know what I mean?”

“Hehe, yeah,” he told me. We kind of fell silent for a little bit, but I started it back up when I told Butters what I would like to do when I graduate from school, or, if I ever graduated that is.

“I really want to be a police officer when I get older,” I explained to him. “I mean, I just love to protect people, you know? Well, I especially love protecting Karen, cause she’s so fragile and sweet that she can’t protect herself from all the bad shit that happens. And not only her, but anybody that needs some sort of help; like if they have low self esteem, or they have no skills in self protection; protect them from all those rapists, crazy tweekers, and violent people that live here. So that is what I dream to be: a police officer. ”

“Wow Kenny, that is really something,” Butters smiled. “I think that you would make a perfect policeman.” I smiled back at him, and told him, “Aw Butters, you sure do know how to complement someone.”

“It’s the truth though,” he said. “I mean you got all those neat fighting and thinking skills from being Mysterion, they’re actually enough for you to be a really good cop in the future.” He then put his hand on my knee, and continued, “But when that does happen, will, you know, ‘he’ still be around to protect the town? Or you’re sister?”

“Well, of course I will,” I told him. “For now at least.”

“F-For now?” Butters asked a little disappointed about that answer.

“Well I can’t be Mysterion forever, you know what I mean? Well, of course I’ll still protect people, but probably not as Mysterion. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being him and protecting Karen and South Park, but eventually I’ll stop being Mysterion.”

“Aw, you will?” Butters seemed to be a little surprised that I would say such thing. “That’s not good! Who in the heck will Professor Chaos battle once Mysterion is…well, gone?”

I chuckled a little bit; at the fact that I still had some battles with ‘Professor Chaos’, and we both should have quit playing those damn “games” years ago. But I guess that me and the Professor will still be around to battle each other out and maybe FIGHT TO THE DEATH one day (if that ever happens though).

“Hehehe, yeah, that’s a good point you have,” I answered, still snickering a bit. “Personally, I don’t think that the Professor would last a day with out battling me, personally.”

“Hey, now see here!! Professor Chaos would so last a day without you!! Hell, he would last a month, and he would still bring chaos to this damn town!!”

“Whoa there, take it easy Butters,” I told him; he sure did seem to get offensive! “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that! But, you know, you make it seem like that your Professor Chaos or something.” I was being sarcastic with him, cause I knew already that he was Professor Chaos, but I just play along with it; I loved it when he was in denial that it was he who was the Professor.

“Well, I didn’t mean to freak out like that,” Butters said a little calm now. “But I just don’t like it when someone bad mouths me, I mean Professor Chaos, like that! That’s all. It’s, um, nothing against you or anything.”

“Oh, no no Butters, it’s no problem,” I informed him. “I understand that you like to defend ‘him’. But don’t you think that you went a little overboard like that?”

“Wellllllllll, yeah; I guess I did a little.”

“That was a little?” I laughed a bit at it, and so did he. After we laughed it off, He started to yawn a little bit heavy; now that I think of it, he looked a little like as if he hadn’t slept all night. So I asked him if he was tired at all, and he said, “Yeah, now that I think of it, I am a little tired. I think I got only like five hours of sleep last night.

“Shit Butters,” I said a little surprised; he told me one that usually he is a pretty heavy sleeper. “What did you do?”

“Nothing really,” he told me. “All I did last night was eat some dinner, watched Spongebob Squarepants on TV, and tried to catch up on some school work that I missed weeks ago. It was weird, cause I felt like I had insomnia, and I usually sleep very well other times.” He started to yawn again.

“Aw, you poor little guy must be sleepy, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, starting to get a little droopy eyed. “I actually am a little sleepy.” He then scooted closer over to me and looked at me, and asked me. “K-Kenny? You wouldn’t, um, mind if I laid my head on your, lap?”

I smiled at him and told him, “Of course you can Butters. Go on and rest a little longer.” Butters thanked me, in a tired tone of voice, and gently laid his head onto my lap, closing his slightly pink tired eyes. As he lay there, I decided to have a little rest myself, since I wouldn’t want to get up and disturb his slumber, and the fact that I was getting pretty sleepy myself; I didn’t know weather it was Butters who was getting me sleepy, the splendor of Starks Pond covered in snow that was getting me tired, or maybe the fact that I haven’t gotten high yet was getting me tired. But that didn’t really matter to me why I was sleepy all of the sudden. But I personally think that it was enjoying watching Butters sleep on me. I really don’t want to admit it, but it was the truth.

As I was beginning to doze off, he lifted his head and rested it (next) on my left shoulder, even though he was still sleeping, and got really comfortable in the position he was in. I continued to look at him all conferrable on my shoulder, also looking at the gray and snowy weeping willow, and then at the pond. After that, I was completely asleep, with me and Butters holding on to each other’s hands.

I slowly opened my eyes, and had a big yawn as I stretched my arms and legs out. When my eyes were completely open, I saw that it stopped snowing, and it wasn’t as cold as it was before me and Butters snoozed. Then I looked over at Butters, who was still asleep on my shoulder; he looked like a little puppy sleeping on top of his master, and I didn’t really want to wake him up.

I took out my cell phone to check the time, and it was already 1:00 in the afternoon. “Whoa, damn,” I told myself; him and I slept for over two hours! I slipped my phone back in my parka, and shook him a bit to wake him up.

“Hey Butters, come on. Wake up.” He really was a heavy sleeper. I thought he was kidding when he said that. “Come on Goldilocks, wake your ass up!” I had to shake him a couple of time before he finally woke up; he opened his eyes and yawned a bit, and said, “Oh, hey Kenny.”

“Hey there buddy,” I told him, putting my arm around him. “So did you have a nice rest, there?”

He stretched out a bit, and told me, “Yeah; I slept pretty darn good. I didn’t know that I was that tired. Say, um, what time is it?”

“Well, it’s 1:00 in the afternoon. You and I have been asleep for a good two hours.” Butters noticed that I said ‘you and I’, so he then asked me if I slept with him as well, and I told him that I did. “I guess watching you sleep made me think about how tired I was.”

“Oh, well I’m sorry that my sleepiness made you….. um, sleepy.” I told him that he didn’t need to apologies to me. I also told him that it felt really good having a nice, long rest. “So, don’t worry about it.” I changed the subject and asked him, “So, what do you say that we head back to our homes now, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess we can go back home now,” he told me as he adjusted his Hello Kitty ear muffs. “I wouldn’t want my parents to have a hissy fit.”

We both sat up from the bench –but it was kinda hard to, since our legs felt like noodles from lying on the bench for so long- and start to walk back into the suburb part of South Park, where all our houses were, and it wasn’t that far from Starks Pond.

We walked for several minutes until we both came to Butters’ house. “Well Kenny,” he said to me with a smile. “I sure did have a swell time with you.”

“So did I Butters. You and I will defiantly have to meet up on Saturdays a lot more often. Like, how does next Saturday sound to you?”

“Aw man Kenny,” he said all exited. “I would absolutely love that!! Do you really mean it?!” I laughed a bit seeing Butters all happy like that; I then told him, “Of course I mean it. If it makes you happy, than that’s all good with me.” He then gave be a big bear hug; when he did, I was gonna tell him to get the hell off me (“Okay Butters, your happy! Now get the fuck off of me!!”), but I didn’t. Instead, I hugged him back, and it kinda felt good, to tell you the truth.

We eventually separated from our hugging, and I said to him, “Sooooooo then, I will see you at school on Monday.”

“Heheh, okay Kenny. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.” He opened the door to his house and walked in. He turned around to look at me, and said, “Thank Kenny for this wonderful day. I really appreciate it.”

I jokingly made a bow to him, and told him, “You are most welcome Mr. Leopold Stotch.” Butters smiled at me, then finally went inside his house and closed the door behind him. I turned around and then walked back home.

I walked inside, and I saw my mother on the couch, watching The Jerry Springer Show on our television.

“Hey there mom,” I said a little quiet, not wanting to wake up anybody who was still sleeping; you know, the walls in my house look pretty solid, but they’re slightly thin.

She paid her attention away fro the TV and over to me. “He there Kenny,” she told me. “Where on Earth have you been? You’ve been gone all morning practically.”

“Well, I had a nice long walk with my friend Butters,” I explained as I walked over to the couch to lay with her. “We walked around the town and over to Starks Pond, where we both rested for a while.”

“Oh, well that’s nice,” she said. “I guess you finally came to your senses and finally spent some time with that poor kid, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I looked around and saw that my dad and siblings weren’t here. “Say, where is everybody anyway?”

“Your asshole father is in our room snoozing, along with your brother in his room. And Karen is at the Tucker’s house playing with her friend Ruby. So I guess it’s just you and me.”

“Hehehe, yeah,” I snickered. “It sure is nice”. I went over to the TV to turn the volume a little louder. My mom and I both laughed as we saw a woman and a transsexual brawling on Jerry Springer. It sure did seem peaceful without mom or dad going at it like those two on the TV were.

Ever since that day, when ever Butters showed up at my door step at 9:00 in the morning, I would be sure to go walking with him, and me and him have been doing it every Saturday since.

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(Kenny's POV)

While Butters and I headed over to the Pond, and pretty much the whole time that I was with him, I kept on thinking the same thing: “Why the hell is he trying so hard to spend time with me?” I mean, I know it was probably because he felt sorry for me, but there must have been something more to it. To tell you the truth, the only other reasons that I could think of for someone –which includes Stan, Kyle, Cartman, or anyone else that I’m forced to be in contact with- to hang out with me was either they wanted to get on my good side –when I’m pissed off about something that irritated me or got me heated-, they felt really bad for me cause I had such a fucked up home life and I was to young to smoke weed (since I was only 14 at the time), or they wanted to get a good discount of marijuana from my dad, or Kevin. But that wasn’t really Butters’ angle though; He wanted us to hang out with each other because, well you know, he was a sweet kid, and he still is, obviously.

What I liked about Butters was that no matter how much of an dick you are to him, or if you had to come up with a lame ass excuse so you cant hang out with him or something, he would be so sweet and kind hearted, you wouldn’t believe it. For an example, whenever I tried come up with an excuse for not wanting to, you know, hang out with him, he would just wait patiently the whole time until I finally said something. Anybody else would have felt horrible and say, “You know what, fuck it, never mind! Sorry I bugged you!" And then turn around and go straight back home, cause “that asshole tweeker Kenny McCormick wasn’t going to take me up on my thoughtful offer anyway!” But Butters wasn’t like that at all. Defiantly not Butters. Not in a million years!

Butters and I wandered a bit until we finally came across Starks Pond It seemed really peaceful there, so I thought it would be a perfect place for me and Butters to converse.

“The pond doesn’t look as nice when it in the winter, huh Kenny?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It doesn’t. I like looking at the pond in the spring when the tree is blooming with flowers on it.”

“Since when you care about flowers Kenny,” Butters said sarcastically. “The only flowers you like looking at are the ones on cannabis plants.”

“Oh shut up Butters,” I laughed, pushing him away jokingly. We both finally came to the old bench and sat on it; it was under this big and beautiful weeping willow, although there were no flowers or leaves on it, but the tree still looked very nice covered in snow.

“Oh hamburgers,” Butters blurted out, clutching himself to keep warmer from the cold. “It sure is cold out hear! You’re not cold at all, Kenny?”

“Nope,” I told him. “Not really. Since my house doesn’t really have a heater or anything, I kinda got used to being cold, you know?”

“Aw, really?” he asked, feeling a little bad for me.

“Yeah, unfortunately. When ever me and my brother, sister, and parents watch something on television, all five of us have to try and share one damn blanket!”

“Oh jeez, Kenny,” he said. “That sure must be uncomfortable for you!”

“No, not really,” I said. “To tell you the truth, I actually prefer that. Since we’re all together, you know what I mean?”

“Hehe, yeah,” he told me. We kind of fell silent for a little bit, but I started it back up when I told Butters what I would like to do when I graduate from school, or, if I ever graduated that is.

“I really want to be a police officer when I get older,” I explained to him. “I mean, I just love to protect people, you know? Well, I especially love protecting Karen, cause she’s so fragile and sweet that she can’t protect herself from all the bad shit that happens. And not only her, but anybody that needs some sort of help; like if they have low self esteem, or they have no skills in self protection; protect them from all those rapists, crazy tweekers, and violent people that live here. So that is what I dream to be: a police officer. ”

“Wow Kenny, that is really something,” Butters smiled. “I think that you would make a perfect policeman.” I smiled back at him, and told him, “Aw Butters, you sure do know how to complement someone.”

“It’s the truth though,” he said. “I mean you got all those neat fighting and thinking skills from being Mysterion, they’re actually enough for you to be a really good cop in the future.” He then put his hand on my knee, and continued, “But when that does happen, will, you know, ‘he’ still be around to protect the town? Or you’re sister?”

“Well, of course I will,” I told him. “For now at least.”

“F-For now?” Butters asked a little disappointed about that answer.

“Well I can’t be Mysterion forever, you know what I mean? Well, of course I’ll still protect people, but probably not as Mysterion. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being him and protecting Karen and South Park, but eventually I’ll stop being Mysterion.”

“Aw, you will?” Butters seemed to be a little surprised that I would say such thing. “That’s not good! Who in the heck will Professor Chaos battle once Mysterion is…well, gone?”

I chuckled a little bit; at the fact that I still had some battles with ‘Professor Chaos’, and we both should have quit playing those damn “games” years ago. But I guess that me and the Professor will still be around to battle each other out and maybe FIGHT TO THE DEATH one day (if that ever happens though).

“Hehehe, yeah, that’s a good point you have,” I answered, still snickering a bit. “Personally, I don’t think that the Professor would last a day with out battling me, personally.”

“Hey, now see here!! Professor Chaos would so last a day without you!! Hell, he would last a month, and he would still bring chaos to this damn town!!”

“Whoa there, take it easy Butters,” I told him; he sure did seem to get offensive! “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that! But, you know, you make it seem like that your Professor Chaos or something.” I was being sarcastic with him, cause I knew already that he was Professor Chaos, but I just play along with it; I loved it when he was in denial that it was he who was the Professor.

“Well, I didn’t mean to freak out like that,” Butters said a little calm now. “But I just don’t like it when someone bad mouths me, I mean Professor Chaos, like that! That’s all. It’s, um, nothing against you or anything.”

“Oh, no no Butters, it’s no problem,” I informed him. “I understand that you like to defend ‘him’. But don’t you think that you went a little overboard like that?”

“Wellllllllll, yeah; I guess I did a little.”

“That was a little?” I laughed a bit at it, and so did he. After we laughed it off, He started to yawn a little bit heavy; now that I think of it, he looked a little like as if he hadn’t slept all night. So I asked him if he was tired at all, and he said, “Yeah, now that I think of it, I am a little tired. I think I got only like five hours of sleep last night.

“Shit Butters,” I said a little surprised; he told me one that usually he is a pretty heavy sleeper. “What did you do?”

“Nothing really,” he told me. “All I did last night was eat some dinner, watched Spongebob Squarepants on TV, and tried to catch up on some school work that I missed weeks ago. It was weird, cause I felt like I had insomnia, and I usually sleep very well other times.” He started to yawn again.

“Aw, you poor little guy must be sleepy, huh?”

“Uh, yeah,” he said, starting to get a little droopy eyed. “I actually am a little sleepy.” He then scooted closer over to me and looked at me, and asked me. “K-Kenny? You wouldn’t, um, mind if I laid my head on your, lap?”

I smiled at him and told him, “Of course you can Butters. Go on and rest a little longer.” Butters thanked me, in a tired tone of voice, and gently laid his head onto my lap, closing his slightly pink tired eyes. As he lay there, I decided to have a little rest myself, since I wouldn’t want to get up and disturb his slumber, and the fact that I was getting pretty sleepy myself; I didn’t know weather it was Butters who was getting me sleepy, the splendor of Starks Pond covered in snow that was getting me tired, or maybe the fact that I haven’t gotten high yet was getting me tired. But that didn’t really matter to me why I was sleepy all of the sudden. But I personally think that it was enjoying watching Butters sleep on me. I really don’t want to admit it, but it was the truth.

As I was beginning to doze off, he lifted his head and rested it (next) on my left shoulder, even though he was still sleeping, and got really comfortable in the position he was in. I continued to look at him all conferrable on my shoulder, also looking at the gray and snowy weeping willow, and then at the pond. After that, I was completely asleep, with me and Butters holding on to each other’s hands.

I slowly opened my eyes, and had a big yawn as I stretched my arms and legs out. When my eyes were completely open, I saw that it stopped snowing, and it wasn’t as cold as it was before me and Butters snoozed. Then I looked over at Butters, who was still asleep on my shoulder; he looked like a little puppy sleeping on top of his master, and I didn’t really want to wake him up.

I took out my cell phone to check the time, and it was already 1:00 in the afternoon. “Whoa, damn,” I told myself; him and I slept for over two hours! I slipped my phone back in my parka, and shook him a bit to wake him up.

“Hey Butters, come on. Wake up.” He really was a heavy sleeper. I thought he was kidding when he said that. “Come on Goldilocks, wake your ass up!” I had to shake him a couple of time before he finally woke up; he opened his eyes and yawned a bit, and said, “Oh, hey Kenny.”

“Hey there buddy,” I told him, putting my arm around him. “So did you have a nice rest, there?”

He stretched out a bit, and told me, “Yeah; I slept pretty darn good. I didn’t know that I was that tired. Say, um, what time is it?”

“Well, it’s 1:00 in the afternoon. You and I have been asleep for a good two hours.” Butters noticed that I said ‘you and I’, so he then asked me if I slept with him as well, and I told him that I did. “I guess watching you sleep made me think about how tired I was.”

“Oh, well I’m sorry that my sleepiness made you….. um, sleepy.” I told him that he didn’t need to apologies to me. I also told him that it felt really good having a nice, long rest. “So, don’t worry about it.” I changed the subject and asked him, “So, what do you say that we head back to our homes now, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess we can go back home now,” he told me as he adjusted his Hello Kitty ear muffs. “I wouldn’t want my parents to have a hissy fit.”

We both sat up from the bench –but it was kinda hard to, since our legs felt like noodles from lying on the bench for so long- and start to walk back into the suburb part of South Park, where all our houses were, and it wasn’t that far from Starks Pond.

We walked for several minutes until we both came to Butters’ house. “Well Kenny,” he said to me with a smile. “I sure did have a swell time with you.”

“So did I Butters. You and I will defiantly have to meet up on Saturdays a lot more often. Like, how does next Saturday sound to you?”

“Aw man Kenny,” he said all exited. “I would absolutely love that!! Do you really mean it?!” I laughed a bit seeing Butters all happy like that; I then told him, “Of course I mean it. If it makes you happy, than that’s all good with me.” He then gave be a big bear hug; when he did, I was gonna tell him to get the hell off me (“Okay Butters, your happy! Now get the fuck off of me!!”), but I didn’t. Instead, I hugged him back, and it kinda felt good, to tell you the truth.

We eventually separated from our hugging, and I said to him, “Sooooooo then, I will see you at school on Monday.”

“Heheh, okay Kenny. Enjoy the rest of your weekend.” He opened the door to his house and walked in. He turned around to look at me, and said, “Thank Kenny for this wonderful day. I really appreciate it.”

I jokingly made a bow to him, and told him, “You are most welcome Mr. Leopold Stotch.” Butters smiled at me, then finally went inside his house and closed the door behind him. I turned around and then walked back home.

I walked inside, and I saw my mother on the couch, watching The Jerry Springer Show on our television.

“Hey there mom,” I said a little quiet, not wanting to wake up anybody who was still sleeping; you know, the walls in my house look pretty solid, but they’re slightly thin.

She paid her attention away fro the TV and over to me. “He there Kenny,” she told me. “Where on Earth have you been? You’ve been gone all morning practically.”

“Well, I had a nice long walk with my friend Butters,” I explained as I walked over to the couch to lay with her. “We walked around the town and over to Starks Pond, where we both rested for a while.”

“Oh, well that’s nice,” she said. “I guess you finally came to your senses and finally spent some time with that poor kid, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I looked around and saw that my dad and siblings weren’t here. “Say, where is everybody anyway?”

“Your asshole father is in our room snoozing, along with your brother in his room. And Karen is at the Tucker’s house playing with her friend Ruby. So I guess it’s just you and me.”

“Hehehe, yeah,” I snickered. “It sure is nice”. I went over to the TV to turn the volume a little louder. My mom and I both laughed as we saw a woman and a transsexual brawling on Jerry Springer. It sure did seem peaceful without mom or dad going at it like those two on the TV were.

Ever since that day, when ever Butters showed up at my door step at 9:00 in the morning, I would be sure to go walking with him, and me and him have been doing it every Saturday since.