"Well, Bunny. Looks like we definitely got a part in the play, eh?" I chuckled nervously, trying to break the awkward silence that had fallen between us on our way to lunch. "Yeppers!" he quipped, smiling weakly. I frowned. Had I done something wrong? I opened my mouth to ask but noticed Cartman hanging around his locker, though it was closed and his book bag was seated on the floor by his feet. When he saw me he bore into me with his chocolate brown eyes, a silent plea of "come here". I nodded, holding up one finger to say a soundless "one moment". I turned to Butters, who had a slight frown crinkling his pretty pale face. "Go on ahead. I'll be along." I said softly, relishing the smile he gave me as an answer.

"What's up fat ass?" I asked, taking the cigarette he handed me when I had come close enough. Sure, we weren't supposed to smoke on school property, but when were things the way they were supposed to be in South Park? I had a feeling that the conversation about to happen was about one of those things that was not as everyone expected them to be. He glared at me, but he had long ago given up on trying to get anyone to stop calling him that. Sure, he'd lost his excessive weight, but the nick name "fat ass" just kinda stuck. Unfortunately for him. "Heard Stan mentioning something about going out later?" He asked, glancing around like he didn't want anyone to see us speaking. "Um yeah. You coming?" I asked boredly, scratching the side of my head. "Yeah… about that…" he mumbled, averting his eyes from me. So that's why he was acting suspicious. Stan mentioned it. He just didn't invite Cartman. I smirked, shifting my weight onto my left leg. "You want me to invite you?" I asked, chuckling as he glared at me. "Why should I?" I asked, slipping my hands into the pocket of my parka. "I'll give you lunch money for a month. And let you borrow my X-cube." He said, averting his eyes again and glaring at the lunchroom door. I rubbed my chin, contemplating. I had planned on inviting him the moment I figured that that was what he wanted, but doing a good deed and getting a months worth of free lunch and a gaming system was just too good of a deal to turn down. "deal." I said, shaking his hand and paying no attention as to why he wanted to tag along so badly.

The lardass was strangely quiet during lunch that day. I saw him tense up as I mentioned the dinner plans to Stan, who begrudgingly accepted to allow Cartman to tag along. Kyle wasn't at lunch today, probably working extra in the library again. That kid, man… anyway I had Bunny sit next to me, much to the surprise of Stan and Cartman, though they didn't oppose. At some point they even attempted to get Butters to engage in civil conversation. It was really nice. I kept having to resist the urge to put my arms around Bunny's shoulders. "So why'd you fight Clyde, Kenny?" Stan eventually asked, apparently oblivious to my glare of anger and the way Bunny suddenly got uncomfortable. "He was being an ass hole." I grumbled, glancing at Butters, hoping he was alright. "Yeah, well so is Cartman" Stan paused, shooting an unusually hateful glance at said brunette, "you have never fought him" I sighed. "He did something that really pissed me off." I said, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice. "I was… uh…. I was gonna go see him today, Ken…" Butters mumbled, pushing his chair back from the table quickly. "B…Bunny?" I stammered. "I have to go…" Butters stammered, turning and running off from the crowded cafeteria, bumping into people and shakily apologizing. "Geez… what's his problem?" Cartman asked with a bored look and a fork full of potatoes inches from his mouth.

Buzzzzzzz….. Buzzzzzzz….. I sighed, picking up my phone and looking at the picture on the screen. It was Mary Pavlovich. The tart I mentioned earlier. I slid the little green phone icon to the right and pressed the cold metal and fiberglass to my ear. "Hiya, Ken! I was wondering if you'd like to go to the movies?" she asked. Her voice was high pitched and grated my ears. Nothing like Butters' little angle voice. I chided myself inwardly for thinking of him for the hundredth time. He loved Clyde. No room for me there. "Sure Mary. When?"

"Why did you invite that ass hat?" Stan snapped as I climbed into his Volkswagen. "We grew up with him. Thought it'd be nice to get the group together again." I yawned. I felt really tired. Butters had been on my mind since the conversation in the cafeteria and it was beginning to take a serious toll on me. "We all hang out a lot." He glared, disbelief in his eyes, yet dropped it. "Get in the back. I want Kyle to sit up front with me." Stan grumbled and I chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. So you can make goo goo eyes under the street lights." I teased, laughing when he swerved unintentionally as he freaked out a bit. We pulled up in front of Cartman's house, seeing him sitting on his stoop, a small orange light illuminating his face. I didn't really like that Cartman smoked. I'm immortal. My lung dies and I'll get a new one tomorrow. But Cartman was just a human (an incredibly lucky human, as were Stan and Kyle). He stood when he saw us coming near, making his way through the unplowed walk way of his yard, stomping through the snow. He yanked the car's back seat door open unceremoniously and dropped himself on the seat beside me, causing the whole car to lean with the added weight. Stan sighed quietly, roughly shoving the gear stick into drive and accelerating. We had to honk the horn when we got to Kyle's house. And a few seconds after, the little ginger Jew came running down his nicely snow-cleared walkway. Stan gestured to the passenger seat and Kyle nodded, crossing in front of the car. He pulled the door open tenderly, then his eyes widened when he saw who was seated next to me. He turned and shot Stan a confused look, but then seemed to dismiss it as he sat in the passenger seat. I grinned and looked down at my phone, quickly typing a reply to one of Mary's messages.