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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Ben_Braeden/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Ben_Braeden, Dean_Winchester, Lisa_Braeden
  Additional Tags:
      Community:_blindfold_spn, Cross-Generation_Relationship, Underage_Sex,
      Impregnation, First_Time, Secret_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-25 Words: 2739
****** Daddy Issues ******
by Edwardina
Summary
     prompt: Ben has a secret. Before he left, Dean got him pregnant. Ben
     has been able to hide his condition but now it's practically
     impossible since he's so young and the baby is just so big. I'd
     prefer if male pregnancy is not common and this happens through
     supernatural means. Everyone else thinks he's gotten fat. Ben knows
     what's going on and gets off from the idea of being knocked up with
     Dean's baby.
Notes
     Written for blindfold_spn and originally posted here.
     This is a doozy. I didn't mean to write everything I did. I didn't
     realize giving it some context would really just make it become a
     weird warped first time scenario. So I don't feel like it was a
     particularly successful fill; I didn't really get to have Ben kinking
     out a lot over being pregnant, and never mind the lactation that was
     mentioned... but I did like writing Ben and Lisa.
     (If I could go back, I'd change the title of this. Generic titles are
     great for quickie blindfold fills in the moment, but not so much
     later on.)
"Ben!"
"Shit," escapes Ben's lips, and he nearly drops the bandage into the bathroom
sink.
His mom's right outside the door, lecturing it. She's had coffee. "Benjamin
Braeden, you have one minute before I open this door and haul you out. You
can't be late for school again. Not after all those absences at the beginning
of the year. Do you hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear you!" Ben yells. He can't help but break out into a cold sweat
when his mom is onto him, even if she doesn't know exactly what she's onto. The
tight bind he had going is unraveling, and he yanks at it, afraid his mom will
open the door even though he shoved the hamper in front of it. "I'm just
brushing my teeth!"
He shoves the knob on the sink on so cold water rushing will cover the sound of
him struggling to get the ACE bandage as tight around his chest as possible.
The bandage doesn't exactly help. He knows he'll still get called "bitch tits"
by the same kind of mean kids who used to steal his DS back in Cicero, and his
stomach will still poke out his Transformers t-shirt, but at least he won't be
so... bouncy, or something. At least he'll look a little more like a dude, and
it'll be an extra layer in case his nipples get wet.
The wrap job he does is slap-dash, and he pulls on his t-shirt and then one of
the jackets Dean left behind when he went back to work at his real job. It
hangs off him, but it covers up his stomach, and helps him feel safe. The
jacket smells like Dean, too, just like him, like being hugged by him. The
smell is the most comforting thing Ben has ever smelled, but it gets to him,
too. He stands there in front of the sink for an extra few seconds, staring at
his face in the mirror and daring to reach around his belly and brush fingers
over the bulge of his dick in his jeans. He gets stiffies for no reason all the
time lately. Just sitting in class and getting a whiff of Dean's cologne from
the inside of his jacket is enough to make him hard enough to curl his toes
like he's about to come in his pants.
"Ben! We are leaving now!"
"Coming," blurts Ben. He shuts off the water, yanks the bathroom door open, and
tries to hurry as much as he can, hefting his backpack in one hand. It's not as
easy to get around when you're pregnant.
The car ride is quiet, except for the 80s/90s station his mom tunes into every
morning, but Ben can feel that his mom wants to talk to him. At this point, she
doesn't know exactly what to say. She's tried to lightly suggest that they go
grocery shopping together and pick out healthy snacks, tried to get him to sign
up for football and soccer, even suggested he do yoga with her. He heard her
talking on the phone with his aunt, saying, He's probably putting on weight
because he's about to shoot up. He hasn't really had a huge growth spurt yet.
Yeah, I'll try not to worry. But Ben's just gotten bigger since then.
It's not my fault, he wishes he could say. But that's not the truth. He knows
he caused this. You don't mess with magic. You don't touch it. You don't work
it. You don't research it. It's real stuff and it can mess you up, get you in
trouble. Dean said all that to him, and Ben did it anyway. He'd seen the
devil's traps Dean had drawn on the floor. It's not like he was dumb. He knew
what was going on.
Dean had let him pull back the rug and study a trap once, looking on uneasily
and saying, Don't ever break the line.
After that, Ben had run to his room and drawn the whole thing down on paper the
best he could remember. It was just simple enough for him to draw, but detailed
enough for him to mess up, he guessed. He'd practiced and practiced on notebook
paper for weeks, fascinated and making sure every line was complete and touched
all the other lines, adding his own embellishments sometimes. Then one day he'd
shoved it all under his mattress, where his mom wouldn't find it when she came
in to vacuum his bedroom.
Dean came in to check on him at night, mostly before bed. He'd always just had
a drink, or had one with him. One time he let Ben try a sip of Jack Daniels,
then had laughed when Ben pretended to like it. Sometimes they'd talk baseball
or movies or something, just shooting the shit. Sometimes Dean was sad and just
looked at him for a long time, only to smile and say Not a thing. Night, dude,
if Ben tried to ask what was wrong. He would check on Ben in the morning, too,
and wake him up, asking what he wanted for breakfast.
Sometimes Dean came in the middle of the night. Ben was quiet the first few
times, pretending to be asleep. Finally he said, "I know you're there, Dean."
"Sorry," Dean had said. "I was just thinkin'."
"About me?" Ben asked.
"Yeah, 'bout you. And your mom."
"Whatever you're thinking," Ben said, shoving himself up so he could sit and
face Dean, "I can handle it. I'm not just some kid."
"No. No, you're not. But you're like... I know you're not my kid. And I'm not
trying to be your new dad. But I'm not gonna lie. For me, you're still my kid,
Ben," Dean told him.
It was a balm, a relief, that Dean seemed to think all that stuff too, from the
niggle of You aren't my father to I wish you would be my father. The next time
he woke to Dean leaning in his doorway in the middle of the night, just gazing
over at him, he'd just yawned and lifted his blanket and muttered, "C'mon."
Dean had gingerly sat by him, let Ben toss his blanket over his lap, and
eventually slipped an arm around him and patted his back, rubbed it a little.
It seemed like he expected Ben to drop off to sleep like some toddler instead
of get red in the face and boned up in his pajama pants. It felt like it went
on forever and ever, his heartbeat so hard and so loud in his own ears. He
didn't know what to do about his hard-on. He acted like he didn't have it for a
while, and maybe then, Dean didn't see it. Then he tried to adjust it in his
tighty-whities, tuck it up under the elastic band of it so it wouldn't tent up
the blanket, and from that point on, Dean was totally onto him.
"It's cool," was what Dean had said then, in a low, gruff whisper. "At your
age, it pretty much happens all the time."
"Yeah," Ben had snorted, embarrassed.
"I'll let you go ahead with it and clean the pipes," said Dean, sliding off the
bed and tossing back the last of his drink. "Night, dude."
Ben had been too embarrassed to do it, though. Like, he totally did it other
times, but Dean knew he had that boner, so touching it afterwards, all he could
think about was how Dean had seen it. The next night, though, he was in the
middle of it when his bedroom door creaked and Dean looked in. Ben had gasped
and stopped and burned hot on his mattress. He couldn't even tell Dean to
knock, because Dean never did, and it was like two in the morning, way past his
bedtime.
After a heavy pause, Dean pressed forward. Ben will never forget that moment.
Dean was in his Adidas sweatpants that he made fun of all the time but wore
'cause Ben's mom had picked them out. He had a glass in one hand half-full of
Jack. His feet were bare. He had on a plain white t-shirt that caught all the
moonlight in the room. And he closed Ben's door behind him.
"You want some help?" he'd asked, like Ben was making a freaking sandwich.
"Huh?" Ben had grunted stupidly, still too shocked to form coherent words. At
that, Dean had laughed, a soft huff in the darkness.
"I'll show you," he'd said comfortingly.
It was everything Ben had never known he could or would ever feel. Dean's
weight on his mattress was familiar, and the smell of him really overpowering
'cause he smelled like a guy and Ben had never had one of those around -- not a
guy like Dean, not a guy who lived in the same house as him, made him bacon and
eggs in the morning, a guy who used guy soap instead of girly body wash like
his mom and who shaved, sometimes, and smelled like work and shooting hoops and
sweat and dick. He eased down, touched Ben's face, then reached down and rubbed
Ben's dick through his pajamas, his hand huge and hot.
He asked stuff like, "That okay?" while he was doing it, and Ben nodded
dazedly, burying his face in Dean's chest when it got so overwhelming that his
balls freaked out and clenched. "C'mon, buddy. That's it," Dean muttered, but
he didn't stop like Ben did. He slid his hand into Ben's underwear and wrapped
it around Ben's dick and pumped, making everything go haywire and jizz spurt
out twice, three times, four. Ben had never shot off so much. He was mortified
and ecstatic at the same time, knowing Dean could see it and feel it.
Dean kissed him, then. It was real gentle. Ben had only ever been kissed by
girls in elementary school, usually in secret and on the cheek. This was real.
It was his first kiss. It went by and was over by the time he'd realized it.
"How 'bout that?" Dean had asked. "That gross?"
Been shook his head.
"You wanna kiss me?" Dean wanted to know, and Ben recognized the flirtatious
slant to his voice and shook inside because it was aimed at him. So Ben kissed
him, and they kissed till four-thirty in the morning, when Dean said, "Your
mom'll miss me. I... uh. If you want, I can come back tomorrow night."
"Okay," Ben had said, his heart pounding even harder than ever. His briefs were
stiff from when he'd jizzed them and his dick was full and heavy again. He
wanted to ask Dean if he'd touch it again, but he didn't dare. The next morning
he walked around in a daze. His mom told him to go out on his skateboard. Ben
sat on the curb with it until Dean came home from work, still too dazed to
think about much beyond what had happened and the possibility that it might
happen again.
It did. Dean came at two again, and Ben was hard already. Dean climbed into his
bed next to him and told him, without preamble or any other dicking around, to
pull his pants down. Ben obeyed and got his dick sucked for the first time.
He'd made a crying noise that Dean silenced with one hand over his mouth, which
helped, but he couldn't believe how different it felt to have Dean's mouth all
around him, sucking him down to the root. He couldn't believe Dean was doing
it. It was hard to comprehend that it was real, it was so -- sexual, like what
Ben thought only happened in porn and to adults who were not his mom. He felt
shocks everywhere and tugged at Dean's t-shirt, trying to get him to stop
before Ben shot jizz in his mouth, but Dean was making the rules and didn't
seem to mind when Ben came.
"Don't make noise and I'll do it again," was what Dean said when he
straightened up again and leaned in to kiss Ben's mouth. He did, too, and Ben
smothered his breaths with his own pillow, afraid Dean would stop and go back
to his mom's room. He had to be quiet or Dean would stop all of this.
Eventually he plucked up the courage to touch Dean back, and that was when it
all really happened all at once. The first time he'd gotten covered in Dean's
jizz, it had been an even bigger revelation than he fact that blowjobs were
awesome. There was just so much of it, compared to his loads. It was thick and
white and covered Ben's stomach, and Dean had sighed roughly and said, "You
like that? All that come all over you?" and let Ben rub it around, rub it in,
even though that made for a huge mess and got everything completely sticky and
Ben was still trying to get it off in the shower the next morning.
Dean taught him how to get fingered, how to get finger-fucked and come just
with fingers up his ass, made him crave it even more than blowjobs.
"One night I'm gonna fuck this ass, Ben," Dean had told him, but he didn't.
Not during the night, anyway. It was during the day, after school, when Dean
had come home early from work and his mom had gone to her new Zumba class. Ben
was zoned off in his world cultures homework and wasn't expecting it at all.
Dean was fucking him on the edge of his bed before Ben could really comprehend
any of it. He was used to Dean fingering him, but his dick was another story,
bigger and thicker and hotter, filling his guts up in a way fingers hadn't
ever.
It was different because his mom wasn't asleep down the hall, too. They weren't
under a blanket. Ben didn't even have his Converse off. He could see light
glinting in Dean's hair. He could see his cock, really see it, at least until
it was in him, and then he couldn't see much of anything.
"So much come. All that hot come in your ass, buddy. Gonna feel it inside you."
It excited Ben so bad just to think about it that he came, arms locked around
Dean's neck, saying, "Please. Please," without knowing exactly why.
He knows now that Dean coming inside him got him pregnant. It's true, what they
say. Just one time is all it takes. And after going through some of the books
that Dean had piled up in cardboard boxes in his office and then left there to
go off and work with his partner, he's pretty sure he made it happen with the
symbols he'd embellished himself on the notebook paper and stuffed under his
mattress and forgot about, like a stupid kid.
He isn't telling anyone. Not his mom. Not even Dean.
But he's not sure how much longer he can hide it, and he has no idea what to do
when the baby comes. It's such an unbelievable thought that he can't really
even start to think about it, and in the meantime, he's hornier than ever. It's
like his body is crying out for Dean's in every way, wanting to get fucked
again, wanting Dean to touch his stomach. If there's a baby in there, it knows
it's Dean's and wants its daddy, and in a way, Ben's body is completely Dean's,
now more than ever.
At night, Ben stares at the doorway, waiting for it to open and for Dean to be
there. He gets hard-ons just thinking about everything that's happened and
jerks off every night, one hand one his dick and the other on his stomach,
feeling how round it is and how big the baby's getting. He pulls his t-shirt up
so he isn't hiding it under a jacket. He imagines Dean there with him, there to
be a father to the baby and there to tell him everything's awesome.
"I can walk home," Ben says into the silence.
"Dean wouldn't like that," says his mom, frowning and glancing in the rear-view
mirror. He can see her thinking about him getting the exercise. "...But he's
not here, is he?"
"Nope," says Ben, and puts a casual arm around his belly. The baby gives him a
kick.
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ry) and it was fine till he heard the people ten
people away from them talking. Butters is ashamed to say he did the classic go
down to tie your shoes to look over to see what they were doing. 
Kyle held a girls (Bebe if he were correct) hand as she rested her head on his
shoulder, smile present on her face. They seemed happy together, and it was
almost weird to see really, for didn't they try to date before? Oh whatever, it
wasn't his business to snoop. 
Moving on his snooping to the next boy.
Stan stood next to Kyle, arm wrapped around Wendy's shoulders as they talked
about lord knows what. And if Butters didn't see that coming from miles away
than he didn't know what he should be thinking. For Stan and Wendy, they've
been together since fourth grade, going as far as on and off boyfriend and
girlfriend. Butters just figured they wouldn't be together this long, if he was
being honest. 
Eric Cartman is what truly shocked Butters. For not only was he tall, skinny!
he was hot and handsome too! Eric fucking Cartman, his bully since forever was
there standing with a girl sucking his face, skinny as a football player, and a
jawline that could cut pure fucking metal. Butters was very fucking shocked
about that development.
Moving on! before the shock actually gave him an attack
Kenny stood next to two girls, one hand on each of their boobs as he had both
his arms around both of their shoulders. He was handsome and very hot also. His
jawline being the same if not better than Eric's. Butters had a feeling that he
would see Kenny being a- pervert, yeah lets go with pervert. 
Shaking his head, he stood up to actually move in line, before Token put a hand
on his shoulder stopping him completely. Counting the numbers in his head till
they were even, he turned back to Token to see him nodding his head over to the
group, most likely saying 'lets go on over'. Which was a big fucking 'NO' in
his plans, and actions to actually live his last few years in okay bliss. 
His bliss didn't last long. 
Token grabbed his wrist, saying a quiet 'They all missed you' before making
their way over. Butters had a feeling when Token said 'they' he meant 'himself'
for Token was most likely his only friend, if he didn't count Kenny but Kenny
was most likely giving him a pity party friendship. A friendship that was only
there for money, and Butters swears he got paid by Eric to be his friend,
swears it. Also, didn't Token realize they just left their spot in line to go
further down and actually fucking wait even more? Because if he did he was a
dick.  
Butters doesn't need dicks in his life. 
Stopping in front of the group, they all gave Token their own little handshake,
hug, shit. Something that Butters was never allow in when they all were friends
in fourth grade, hell when he was Marajorine there was that someone who didn't
even know him. Yes he heard it, but he knew he was the person to be over
shadowed and outcasted. He knew many things that people didn't think he knew,
thought he was just that dumb blonde who nobody cared about only to call him
when they need something. Butters knew, god did he know. However, seeing them
giving handshakes, hugs, and other shit with each other and other people stung
a little bit. He bets they didn't even realize he fucking left like that,
without anyone knowing that his family were planning on moving. 
Butters will bet money on it. However, he has a bigger problem right about now
for the boys and their girlfriends (or in Kenny's case his friends with
benefits) looking at fucking him. Now butters knew he wasn't that good looking,
he has a few piercings only on his right ear that make him look somewhat
punkish but that's about it with the piercing department. His hair was shaven
on both sides of his head, and even in the back leaving only the top with hair.
He has the rest of his hair swooped to the right side of his head, letting it
curl on itself like a wave as it laid on the side of his head. 
No Butters was far from attractive. 
"Who's this Token?" Eric asks in a somewhat deep, somewhat soft and hoarse
voice. Another thing Butters was not expecting at fucking all from Eric fucking
Cartman, but the world loved to leave him surprised. 
"Dumbass it's-" And before Token could say his name, his identity his kept
secret. (Another thing that makes him remember when he was Professor Chaos and
hiding his identity like nobody fucking knew it was him.) He elbowed him in the
ribs, a low blow but he did. Smiled at them before grabbing Token and walking
off (More like speed running really) out of the cafeteria. He could feel all of
the groups eyes on them, and he had a feeling they were also one of the popular
groups in school so many students stared at him, grabbing and dragging (most
likely another popular kid) away after making a scene. 
This wasn't fucking Hiding! Goddamn it Token!
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry it's short but next chapter should be longer!
***** Die with experience, or embarrassment *****
Chapter Notes
     Back at it again with the updates because I love writing and
     sometimes I just wanna update not at ass o'clock in the morning. No
     beta, because I suck ass so hard. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter
     also, and p.s thank you guys for your comments I love each and every
     one of them no matter if your a silent reader. Love every last one of
     you guys!
     Warnings: cursing, slight angst, dark themes
     Trigger warnings: slight panic attacks or close to ones
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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 Alone in the bathroom stalls was not something Butters finds himself in most
of the time if at all.  Especially with another male, another person with a
penis, someone who was still holding his gut in pain but was finally standing
up straighter. When he finally had, he put a hand on Butters shoulder gently
but firmly holding him still and in place. He gave Butters a look that could
kill him if, again, it could. To say Butters feared for his life would be an
understatement, he did, but he had to not show it. He failed that one simple
task when Token only sighed before looking him dead ass in the eyes. 
"What the fuck was that Butters?" Token questions, raising an eyebrow with a
look that just said 'try to tell me stupid, I dare you!'. Butters really
contemplated lying, or actually saying something stupid, but alas he shouldn't
do that. 
Plus he was taught better than that, meaning; he got his ass whipped if he
tried to. 
Rubbing his hands together, he felt his body twitching to give a response. God
did he feel like Tweek when he did this, and he didn't even have coffee with
meth in it. His body was just naturally like this, not to say Tweek's wasn't
but- Oh god he is going down a hole, and he can't get out. 
"I-I don't want the fella's to u-uh know I'm back." Butters stutters out,
trying to stop himself from peeing himself when they were in the bathroom, and
also biting his lip so hard to bleed. He nailed both.
Hell yeah! One point for Butters!
The look Token graced him with was a look of disbelief. Butters knew that look
well, very well, and damn it did he want it away from him. He had enough of
those eyes set on him constantly. Butters just wanted those eyes to go away!
why wouldn't they go away? Stop it Butters, you're gonna give yourself a panic
attack and nobody wants that now, not even yourself. Looking at Token, he gave
him a tight smile, so fake it looked plastic. 
He always hated barbies. 
"Why though? You honest to god don't make sense Butters."
Oh boy did Token sounded exhausted with him already, oh boy, don't panic
Butters think happy thoughts. You don't want to get (another?) one of those
panic attacks like you just almost did before. Just think of Chaos, and
Mysterion, your baby boys at home waiting for you to get home. So cute and
sweet, climbing on your arms as you try to keep from giggling because their
feed like to tickle your skin. 
Oh hamburgers did Butters need help.
"We never really were friends, so- uh, oh-oh boy, I don't want to see them." He
got out before he had a stroke. God was Butters heart racing, pounding against
his chest as he tried to get breathe into his body. Lord was it hard to breathe
right about now. 
Butters was never very good with confrontations. 
Anyways! Moving on before, again, he had a panic attack that was already
brewing. 
Token gave a grunt of a response before bringing his arms cross his chest, a
response to not let anyone in to protect your heart something Butters found out
in a book once, before nodding towards the door. 
"Let's go before it's to long for it to look gay." Oh hamburgers, gotta act
fast!
"Bu-But we aren't gay though." His damn stutter was gonna give him away, he
really needs to work on it, even if he has been for all his life. His life was
doomed to just being a stuttering mess wasn't it?
"My point exactly Butters." And damn it if he wanted to hear the sigh and
somewhat sad voice of Token Black, but he would only be fooling himself.
Butters couldn't be the only gay, er maybe bi, sexual here, could he?
Damn it if he was.
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Trying to get through a crowd of teens also trying to make their way to their
classes was not a sport Butters was good at. For one, he let everyone go in
front of him he was honest to god to nice. For the second reason is because he
saw the 'ones' group and well he hide underneath the other teens trying not to
be spotted. Now most people would just give up, act natural, but every time
Butters tried to "act natural" people found his ass. And damn it if he didn't
want to be caught. 
Butters thanked whatever god that was up there when he actually found the gym
without Tokens help, Token having to leave because he was student body
president and he had a random meeting he didn't know he had to attend to, and
Butters was left alone to fend for himself. He found the gym before the final
bell rang. Now he would be proud if not for the fact that he had gym with Kyle
fucking Broflovski, putting a screw in his plans. Seeing him talking to the
person beside him, taking his shirt off than pants, Butters went to look for a
teacher in the office that was inside the changing room. 
He needed to meet the man who will give him a locker for gym, buy his clothes,
and not look like the total "new kid' asshole. Looking without clothes, and
without a locker, holding your backpack was a total 'Hi, I'm the new kid' look.
And damn it, he was hiding for a reason. He's stated this many times today
already, he needed to hide. So making sure Kyle doesn't spot him as he make his
way to the office, he sighs when he actually makes it without him looking at
him, and actually gets into the office without anyone even giving him a
sideways glance.
Huh, maybe he didn't need to hide this time-
"LEOPOLD SCOTCH CORRECT? IF YOU ARE THE NEW KID,  WELCOME TO MY OFFICE NEW
KID!" his gym teacher, Mr. Flush, (A name that Butters shamefully laughed at)
yelled out for the world. God fucking damn it! If he wasn't deaf, he was
caught, and if he wasn't caught, he was most certainly deaf. Goddamn, you'd
think you'd not shout like a fucking banshee. 
Calm Butters, be calm, you'll be fine. 
Looking behind himself to see a few boys looking at him, but no red head
rushing in to pound him in, Kyle was always the one with anger issues but than
again it could have been just for Eric. Eric had a certain button he always
pushed on Kyle that got him wired up, and ready to kill the kid. Butters never
knew why they were friends or how they became friends but he will not touch
that with an hundred inch pole, no sir.
Nodding his head at the coach, his gym teacher, the man only grinned at him
before standing up and patting him on the back with the strength of a ten
thousand hand beating into him. Flinching from the pain on his back, shooting
up his back, he fought to keep the pain off his face and grinned with another
fake smile. He did a lot of fake smiles coming back to this god forsaken town. 
He should have stayed in Florida.
Getting his p.e clothes, he nodded his thanks to the man that was to busy
trying looking at himself in the mirror, before making his way to his assigned
locker, which just so happened to be four lockers from Kyle. Thank god he was
leaving just as Butters made his way to his new locker, Butters need a schedule
to make sure he didn't accidentally bump into the red head, leading to his
identity to come out into the open. Making sure the noise was more quiet than
it should be in the locker room, that's when he changed into his p.e clothes. 
He didn't want anyone to look at him when he was changing, makes him
uncomfortable with their eyes on him, makes him so fucking uneasy. Maybe he was
paranoid, another thing he got from Tweek, but damn if Tweek wasn't wrong about
the government trying to kill them. Better safe than sorry, his words to live
by. Biting his way as he made his way out when he was done changing, he played
with his hands also as he sat down on the bleachers. Away from a certain red
head, but sitting next to the- well Butters be damned, he sat right next to the
goth kids.
Smiling at them, Pete gave him a scowl before turning back to his group of
friends. Butters scratched at his arm gently to stop the grimace he was almost
about to do when he did that, he only smiled at him. Was a smile all rainbow
and sunshine that they couldn't stand to look at him? Because he was sure a
smile was only a smile and not the sun or light itself. Than again, these were
the goths, they liked to be assholes to non-conformist. See he knew his goth
shit, Butters was smart cookie! He just wanted p.e to be over and down with, he
had one last class till he was done with his first day, and damn it he was
ready for the day to be over and down with. 
God have mercy if he got here if they had to run the mile today, otherwise,
rest his soul.
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School was over and down with, and he walked next to Token who was tasked with
bringing him to the office again to hand in the paper his teachers signed.
Butters was ready to head home, do his homework, eat, than go straight to bed.
Hiding from everyone, literally, was exhausting and if he kept doing this he
would surely die at an early age. Now was it worth it? yes, yes it was.
Token, bless his straight soul, opened the door for him like the gentlemen he
was or like Butters like to picture everyone being for him, only to stop dead
ass in the middle of actually in the office. For there standing like best of
friends that they always been was none other than the gang all together
laughing at the secretary who told them to 'sit the hell down or get more
detention'. You guessed it, Eric, Kyle, Stan, and Kenny, all stood there
together laughing as the gave her the finger together before sitting down and
talking among themselves. Eyes wide in horror, Token gave his a pat on the
shoulder, with a look of pity.
Screw you too Token! Gentlemen Butters ass!
Butters, however,  felt his breathe leave when Kyle met his eyes before
standing up, eyes blown as he pointed at him and than Token. He didn't look
anger or have a look of recognition. Oh no, he did something else, pointed his
ass out.
"Hey, it's the kid who elbowed Token at lunch!" 
Damn it Kyle! You had one job, and that's to not point his ass out and ignoring
his existence! One job Kyle, one job! First day and he kept getting spotted or
someone trying to point him out. This was gonna be harder than it looked, since
it was only the first day, and Butters seemed to not be a good spy.
Fuck all things holy. Fuck him in the ass.
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