"Stop it," I say.

Kenny rolls his eyes, keeping the door open.

"But I thought we were married," he says, fake hurt.

"Oh go fuck a duck," I say.

"First of all, that's illegal. Second of all, why would I fuck a duck?" He says.

I sigh and get in.

"Thank you," I say.

He smiles and closes the door behind us.

"Hi," Stan says, walking up to us.

"Hey Stan," I answer, waving.

"Is Butterfly coming?" Kenny asks.

"Way ahead of you, Ken," Butters says, closing the door again.

"Hi Leo," I say.

"Hey Ky. How was English?" Butters asks.

"I don't want to talk about it," I say.

Kenny laughs, putting an arm around me.

"Don't take, what Kenny says out of context," I say.

"Do you not want to talk about our love? I'm hurt," Kenny says.

I sigh.

"Don't you fucking dare," I say.

"I thought you were my wife," he says.

"You're an asshole," I say.

"But you love me! How dare you?" He asks.

"We had acting because that's a type of English and we had to make scenes. We did a proposal scene and he has called me his wife ever since. It's really pissing me off," I say.

"What can I say?" Kenny asks.

"You can SHUT THE FUCK UP," I say.

Kenny smirks.

"But where is the fun in that, My wife?" He asks.

"I hate your guts. You know that?" I ask.

"What a beautiful romance," Stan says, laughing.

"Run," I say.

"I don't think I will," Stan says.

I roll my eyes.

"Seven," I say.

"4847," Kenny says.

"Leo, you're officially the best person out of you three," I say.

"Thanks, Kyle," Butters says.

"Stan, now you've been promoted to, in my opinion, the best person," Kenny says.

"Thanks, you too," Stan.

"Do you wanna come over today?" I ask.

"Is your mom not going to be pissed?" Stan asks.

"I mean, we have a lot to do this week, she'll understand," I say.

"We've got practice today, remember?" Kenny asks.

"To four?" I ask.

"No, we have extra this week. Six," Kenny says.

Stan punches the wall closest to him.

"Not again. Those days are fucking terrible," he says, not pleased with the idea.

"Plus, you have theatre today," Kenny says, directed towards me.

"Two hours, normally, I'd be done around the same time as you two," I say.

"Yeah, not today. Dad wants me home by 5," Butters says.

"Good luck, Leo," I say.

"He didn't seem like I did something wrong, at least I hope I didn't do anything wrong. Might be something else," Butters says.

"You never do anything wrong, Butterfly. Your dad is fucking delusional," Kenny says.

"Remember the time we were at Leo's house and Leo's dad grounded all of us? It was fucking amazing," I say.

"Dad was pretty pissed," Stan says.

"Well. Wednesday?" I ask.

"We are until... fuck, I gotta ask Nichole, she has it pretty much tattooed into her mind," Kenny says.

"Mr. Suckavittu send a message. Which it's pretty stupid of him, you wouldn't get it," Stan says.

"Hey! I can just skip and say I didn't get the message," Kenny says.

"No, he will probably tell you today. Anyway, we are until five," Stan says.

"Then I can't come, work's at half past six," Kenny says.

"Stan? Are you free?" I ask.

"Yeah, I am," Stan says.

"Okay. Wanna stay over then?" I ask.

"Sure," Stan says.

"Yeah, and we are seeing on Friday as well," I say.

"Do you really have to go to the book festival?" Kenny asks.

"On Thursday? Yes," I say.

"Why? Wouldn't it be more fun to hang out with us?" Kenny asks.

"It's not about 'fun', it's about the fact the theatre is going and I wanna go with them," I say.

"Wendy mentioned it, she's coming with you to spy on you in case you do something stupid, with Craig," Butters says.

Kenny laughs.

"Craig's there for Tweek, he wouldn't give a shit otherwise," he says.

"Club's today. I completely forgot," Butters says.

"Really? Leo. How did you forget?" I ask.

"Hey! In my defence, I've been thinking about school council stuff," Butters says.

"Oh do tell," Kenny says.

"Just about the 'work day'. We don't know, what the money will get used for," Butters says.

"I mean, I'll gladly take it. With good luck, we might get weeks food with it," Kenny says.

"You must not quite get, how big this is going to be. We might all together get 1000 with good luck, the next town will be coming as well," Butters says.

"That's more than one weeks food. Holy fuck," Kenny says.

Butters nods.

"Is your way of thinking, how much food costs?" Stan asks.

"Okay. You don't know half of how hard it is, when summer comes or winter break. It's absolute hell," Kenny says.

"You can come to mine, if it's really hard," I say.

Stan nods.

"I mean, I'm not the one to complain, but we could do with pretty much anything," Kenny says.

His serious face turns into a smile.

"Well. We are in the way," he says.

Stan nods before turning to me.

"He's got something going on," he says, quietly.

I nod.

"But he doesn't want to talk about it," I answer.

He nods.

"What are you two talking about?" Butters asks.

"I'm worried about him," Stan says, nodding towards Kenny.

"Yeah, that's not like him," Butters says.

"You coming?" Kenny asks.

He's trying so hard to smile, but he looks bothered at the same time.

"Yeah, sure," Stan says.

He walks off to Kenny.

"Should we ask him?" Butters asks.

"Leo, you know him. He doesn't like showing that he is bothered until he is either done with it or it hurts someone else," I say.

"I guess," Butters says.

"Butterfly, Ky? You coming?" Kenny asks.

"Yeah yeah," I say.

I get over as well, Butters right behind me.

"So. How was the council meeting?" Kenny asks.