Let me get what I want...(ON GOING)

I have a bestfriend (Butters)

         Holy smokes, I think I have a best friend!
      But he looks sad. I mean jeez, I would be too
    Hopefully, I can make him feel better, poor fella

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If I'm gonna be honest, I'm not sure if my friends are my friends. And if my parents are good, or even decent ones.

I've always been told what I am, and what I have to do. What everything is, and now I don't even know who I am.

I'm Leopold Butters Stotch and I...

What?

And I what?

Nothing is interesting about me, I'm just a kid. But if even bein a kid makes people hate you. Then what am I supposed to be? Everybody wants me to be what THEY want. They want me to be stupid, gullible, and easy to manipulate. The worst part is, I am like that. I am gullible and I'm naive.

Nobody takes me seriously. Who could blame them? It's my fault anyway.

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I felt Bradley's slightly slimmer hand hold my own. I glanced at the taller boy and started to observe. He has honey-colored hair, his cheeks are a pinkish hue and his eyes are like a puppy's.

Bradley clears his throat

"S-so uhm..." he spoke nervously

"Yeah, Bradley?"

Silence falls between us. Hmmm, did I look at him weirdly? Or maybe he's going to say I'm annoying. I hope not, gee he's a good guy. I'd hate to not be his friend. I felt his thumb caresses my own. This is new. Nobody has done this before but, I enjoy it. Comforting in a silly way.

Bradley takes a deep breath

"I really like you, I feel like I can tell you anything without feeling judged. You- you're great butters" his voice gets quieter at the end. He looks away and tears up.

"W-why are you crying?" I immediately hug Bradley, I do this often. It seems to make people much happier, and also I enjoy people hugging me back.

"Because it's a sin, I *can't* like you," The lankier boy said through tears.

What's wrong with liking someone? I like all my friends. I like Bradley too, darn this camp is real strict. Does God genuinely hate it when people become friends and like each other? It's not like we're gonna get married, how silly would that be?

"But- I like you too Bradley?" I say questioning what this camp is really about.

"Wait." He stops for a moment and looks at me straight in the eyes "Y-you do? You like like me??"

"Well, sure! I like like you" I soothingly giggle to give Bradley some reassurance and help lighten up the mood

"So... what do we do now?" He smiles happily and blushes. I've never seen him this happy before, he hugs me. Woah, usually I'm the one giving hugs. The only other person who really hugged me was Kenny.

"What do you mean?"

"Well since we both, like each other. What should we do now?"

"Uhm, be best friends? I dunno. We could just be like normal" I chuckle softly. Thinking Bradley was asking silly questions.

"Oh... that's what you thought I meant," Bradley says under his breath. His smile faded and he backed away slightly. I heard Bradley clearing his throat.

"What do you think I meant?" I question.

"U-uh nothing" he chuckles awkwardly, "I'm just glad we're... best friends." He avoids eye contact with me. That's peculiar.

"Me too Bradley!" We hug once more, I love these hugs. It makes me feel wanted.

I've never really had a best, best friend. Usually, the ones I had used me, made fun of me, or moved away. The real friends I have are Kenny, Timmy, Jimmy, and somewhat Tweek and Craig. Bebe, we were okay with each other but, we kinda aren't on I guess you would call good terms. But that's partially my fault, okay it's my fault, whatever.
Bradley makes me feel like I'm a person, isn't that odd? Nobody has listened to me, not like how Bradley does. He's definitely best friend material.

"It's getting pretty late, I don't want the director to get upset at us..." Bradley's voice is quiet, he's very soft-spoken. Intriguing

"Oh alright, I call talk bunk!" I giggle and climb up the bed and lay down on the thin mattress. It feels like a prison. do they even wash the bedsheets?

The taller boy chuckles slightly and lays down on the bottom bunk. He turns off the lamp before mumbling "Goodnight butters.."

"Goodnight Bradley, sweet dreams," I say softly before leaning on my side to get comfortable. My eyes closed with a flutter.

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