- Love, Butters.

(25) Bradley

[Marjorine/Butters' POV]
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I wipe the steam off of my bathroom mirror to take a look at myself.

"Handsome as always, Leopold," I complimented myself jokingly as I put on my pajamas.

A long bath was just what I needed. Because I totally did not cry in the shower for an hour straight after what happened today. No siree.

I throw myself onto my bed, getting comfortable. Yeah, I live in a apartment. Some of you might think that I would be too broke, but I'm not!

My dad actually gave me allowance for doing chores around the house. And not to brag, I made a lots of money from that. I was practically set for a long time.

I grab my Hello Kitty plush from the bedside table and squeeze it tightly. "Isn't this great, Kitty?" I smile to myself at my accomplishments.

This plush has been by my side for years. Even though most of time it's collected dust in my closet.

P.S. It's because of my parents.. If you couldn't get it.

I tuck her and myself in the blankets and turn on the TV to watch something. Didn't know what specifically, but maybe there was going to something good to watch on NetflixisMid.

After at least a few minutes, I heard a ding from my phone. Huh, I wonder who's texting me at this time. (Near 9 PM btw)

I crawl over to get my phone and check my notifications.

From Messaginges
(***) ***-****
Hey
Hi
Helo
Is thsi hutters new number
butters*
sorry

Using my observation skills, I could tell this was definitely not some sort of spam messenger. Also, does this person not know about my death?

I contemplated whether to answer back, but eventually I gave way and texted out a message.

Butters: who is this

(***) ***-****: its bradley
from gay camp remember

Oh yeah.. Bradley.

Not that I didn't like the fella or anything, it's just that we stopped talking for a few months due to my plan. I still did feel a lil guilty for 'ghosting' him like that.

Butters: oh yea

Bradley: mhm
u r butters righ

Butters: yeah

Shoot, I texted that without thinking! Saying that this was the wrong number for 'Butters' was probably the right choice, but it hurt my heart to lie in Bradley's face.

Bradley was like, my all time best friend. At least, online, since he lived somewhere that wasn't South Park.

Bradley: good
do u wann meet up
?

Butters: meet up how?
don't u live somewhere else?

Bradley: about that
my parents decided to move in with my grandparents who live in South Park like 2 weeks ago
u go to South Park High right?

Butters: yeah
that's great brads

Bradley: mhm
can we meet up at the park
I want to catch up with u
:)

I know I'm being really careless right now, but it is possible that no one will ever find out about me. It's not wrong to not want to spend time with your buddy, right?