The morning Kenny and Butters had gotten into a fight. But after Kenny walked away, leaving Butter's to cool off, he didn't talk to him for the rest of the day. Now it was later.

Kenny walked into what he thought was an empty classroom. One hand in his pocket, a lighter in the other hand, fire from its tip. He didn't notice Butter's was also in there. That was until he heard the soft sob and looked up. Seeing Butter's curled up behind a desk cry and shakeing. His stomach sank with guilt.