(Your 17-year-old Kenny McCormick)

You and your friends had just made it to a party in Kyle's car, and all your friends scattered away, Kyle and Stan together, and Cartman kind of with them but latching on to whoever else he could find. They always leave you, sure, you get it, you always find someone to drunkenly bang by the end of the night before Kyle brings everyone home, but, it still kind of hurt to know your friends just assume you always wanna find someone to fuck rather than actually hang out with them.

You were just walking around, a red solo cup with shitty alcohol inside in hand. Eventually, you spotted Butters, one of your best friends, one of the few people that truly knew you. He had just arrived with Jimmy and Tweek, with Tweek immediately scattering to Crush once he spotted him, and Jimmy somehow finding some girl already to hit on who actually reciprocated. Butters' usual smile faltered for a moment, but he just went on, walking around the house, this only being the third party he's ever gone to that was like this- until you approached him, already slightly boozed.

"Oh-! Hey Ken!"

Butters said with a bit of shock as he saw you go straight to him, not with a girl yet for once, or even a dude, just going straight to him, something Butters was never used to, even though you always ditched whatever you were doing to go to him. The poor boy just wasn't used to being wanted yet.