A/N: The first multi-chaptered fic I ever wrote. Yes, of course, it's Bunny =) Although there is a bit of a STyle side-plot, but that's not the main pairing. Narrated in Kenny's point of view. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

South Park (c) Matt&Trey

No one ever paid attention to little Leopold Stotch. He was invisible, a nobody. The only time anyone ever talked to him was to either torment him, or, in Cartman's case, force him into slave labor. The kid just didn't know how to say no. Even Stan and Kyle picked on him occasionally, and they were hardly mean to anyone.

Perhaps this was the reason I decided to befriend the poor kid.

I had just returned from a particularly long visit to my friends down in Hell. I had been hanging out with Damien for a while, but his overwhelming emo-ness was beginning to drive me insane (not to mention that, as usual, he had kicked me out).

The dynamics in my usual group of friends had changed while I was gone. I noticed it right away. Stan and Kyle kept whispering to each other, being all secretive. Cartman was testier than usual, snapping every time someone so much as spoke to him.

Finally, during lunch, I couldn't take it anymore. I was pissed off and in desperate need of a cigarette. I told my friends I was going for a smoke. Kyle glanced in my direction, Stan mumbled something about cancer, and Cartman only grunted. I rolled my eyes and walked away.

I decided to go to the bathroom furthest from the cafeteria. It was snowing, preventing me from going outside. I decided upon this particular bathroom not because I feared getting caught, but rather because I wanted to be gone for as long a time as possible.

As I pushed open the door to the boy's room, I heard a familiar voice singing rather loudly. Investigating the matter further, I gently pushed the door of the stall that the voice was coming from, which was cracked open slightly.

The small blonde boy sitting inside, holding an apple in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other, jumped as the door swung open.

"Oh, h-hey Kenny," Butters (the aforementioned Leopold's nickname) mumbled, frowning when he saw me.

"Hey Butters…" I started, utterly confused as to why the kid was eating his lunch in the boy's room. "Why are you in here all alone?"

"Well, I don't really have no friends, see, and I-I suppose it's a whole lot less lonely in here by myself than in the cafeteria surrounded by all those other people," Butters explained with a smile so sad it broke my heart.

I frowned, my brow furrowing. "You could always eat with us," I offered.

"What, with Stan and Kyle and Eric? Naw, they don't want me around. They only talk to me when you're gone, and even then they always say, 'well, Kenny would've done it,' or 'why can't you be more like Kenny?' And to tell the truth, I sure am tired of it!" Butters clapped his hands over his mouth, turning red.

I slowly shook my head in disbelief. "You're wrong," I insisted, knowing my friends. "Stan and Kyle won't care. Cartman will act like he cares, but that's when you tell him to shut the hell up and leave you alone."

Butters still remained unconvinced. "Well I-I dunno," he mumbled.

I smiled reassuringly and held out my hand. "Don't worry, I'll be right there with you," I promised. "It'll be fine, you'll see." Butters hesitated, then took my offered hand and followed me back to the cafeteria.

As we came back to the table, I saw things were a bit more normal. Kyle and our favorite fat-ass were having yet another argument. Stan glanced over as I stopped at the table, raising an eyebrow when he saw that I had Butters in tow.

'Don't ask,' I mouthed, taking my seat across from him. Butters nervously accepted the empty one next to me.

"Ay!" Cartman yelled, shifting his gaze from Kyle to Butters. "Who invited the fag?"

"I did," I answered forcefully, glaring at Cartman so that an all-out staring match ensued.

Stan broke the silence with an exasperated sigh. "Just let him stay, he's not hurting anyone," he said.

Cartman's eyes finally broke away from mine with a roll, after which he turned back to his food.

"So anyways," Kyle interjected. "We going to Stan's after school for video games?"

"Oh shit, dude, I just remembered, my mom's having people over or something. Not even I'm supposed to be home, let alone you guys," Stan explained, frowning.

"Well, we can't go to my house, not while they're still putting on the addition," Kyle added. The three of us turned to Cartman.

"Not today," was all the obese teen said.

"Cartman's mom is such a whore she'll probably be over there banging three guys at once," I suggested, followed by laughter from Stan and Kyle.

"Kenny, shut your poor-ass mouth!" Cartman yelled.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, we could always–"

"No. No way. We are not going to your house. You're so hella poor I'll probably just get AIDS or something just by being there."

"Cartman, stop saying hella," Kyle pleaded.

"Shut up, Jew."

"For your information, fat-ass, my house will not give you AIDS. Anyways, I wasn't even going to suggest that. As I was going to say, we could always go down to Stark's Pond. Go fishing or something. We haven't been there in ages."

"Yeah, good idea, Kenny," Stan added. Kyle nodded.

"Fine," Cartman grumbled. "But – but what about that time you died of AIDS?"

"That was sexually transmitted," I replied, winking. Stan and Kyle laughed again, although Kyle gave me a concerned look. I shook my head slightly at him. He knew I got into some bad shit sometimes, but I hadn't in a while, at least.

At last, I remembered something else. "Hey, wanna come with us?" I asked, turning to Butters.

I apparently wasn't the only one who had forgotten about the tiny blonde boy. The three other heads turned to him now. He appeared to have spaced out while staring dreamily at me. He was now glancing nervously between the four of us.

"W-what?" he asked in response to our stares.

"We're going to Stark's Pond after school and I asked if you wanted to come," I explained patiently.

"Jesus, Butters, we were nice enough to let you sit with us, the least you could do is pay attention when we talk to you," Cartman said, annoyed.

"Shut up, fat-ass," Kyle mumbled.

"Aw, gee, Eric, I sure am sorry. Well, I-I would love to go to the pond with you fellas!" Butters said.

I grinned at him. "Awesome."

"Yeah, awesome," Cartman sarcastically repeated under his breath. However, everyone ignored him as Butters smiled back at me.