Kenny was in all ways, brighter than he let on. He was lazy, yes, but he could apply himself if he allowed himself too. But, most of the time he preferred to skip school, smoke behind the gym, avoid the classes he hated. In his life, there were more important things. Karen, for instance.
But, somehow somehow after being forced to paint sets in detention, he found himself coming back to the theater and the art room. It lead to his skipping class to be mostly gym class, math, and all the classes he didnât care for. And thats how he found himself at the end of the day, paint splattered on his favorite only orange parka and bits of dried paint wedged in his mess of blond hair.
He figured he had some time. Karen stayed after school for some club she was partaking in, and he found himself wandering towards the direction of the theater, waiting until Karenâs club dismissed.
The school play was in itâs early stages, Kenny toying around with the idea of trying out. He was leaning more towards doing it, then he wasnât. As long as the guys didnât find outâŚhe knows theyâd probably think itâs gay.
As he shoved in the sketchbook and notebooks into his worn bag, he stumbles over the feet of the other blond. âOof,â Kenny replies, falling over. âWatch where youâre going assââ Eyes look up, and he quickly changes his wording. âOh, hey, Buttercup.â
*ďźâżâ butterstuttrs ââżďź*
Butters had been skipping down the hall in a tutu. Yes a tutu. He had recently auditioned and been accepted into the current school play. Despite Eric having called it âgayâ the night before. Though Butters was optimistic and told himself that he did not have to tell the other boys he was in the play. What was the chances they would watch it anyway? They were not the only ones he had to keep this secret from. His parents. Especially his father would flip if they found out Butters had auditioned for and was casted for the lead female part.
He had only stopped to when he remembered that in his excitement of being casted he had forgotten to change. Then a flash of orange.Â
⬠༠â Ë･â âź âOh hamburgers! Kenny! I-Iâm sorry. âHe stammered over his own words, noticing the poor boy on the floor.
Stotch offered his hand to help Kenny back up to his feet.Â
⬠༠â Ë･â âź âIâm awful sorry.â Buttercup? Well that was a new one. It made him laugh, assuming he had heard Kenny correctly but he would digress. â A-Are you okay, Kenny?â
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