"Thanks for coming with me, Butters," Clyde says.

"Don't worry, I would probably wouldn't have gone at all, if you didn't ask me," I say.

"What if one of your gang asked you?" Clyde asks.

"But they didn't, so, no worry about that," I say.

"I thought Kenny would've, at least. I don't know, maybe Stan or Kyle," Clyde says.

"But they didn't, so, no worry about that," I say.

"I guess. They should've, everyone wants to see you together, well, Cartman doesn't, but his jealous ass doesn't really matter here," Clyde says.

"Jealous? No, he's not jealous. He just wants to fuck everyone's life up," I say.

"I don't think so. I think he might have a little crush. But to be honest, he's handling it like a little kid, so, I don't feel bad for him," Clyde says.

"Crush? On Kyle?" I ask.

"Oh even you see it. But I think he might like you as well, not to mention Wendy," Clyde says.

"Damn. Two people that hate Eric's guts... he hasn't got luck," I say.

"Are you saying you don't hate him?" Clyde asks.

"No, I hate him, absolutely. Just don't let that get out. I kinda want to seem like naive little idiot, but I'm really not," I say.

"Oh? Really now?" Clyde asks.

"Yes. I've grown up here, just like everyone else. You can't really be innocent in South Park," I say.

"True. Being innocent here is being the black sheep-oh God- is that racist?" Clyde asks.

I laugh, shaking my head.

"I don't think it is. Honestly. If you look out for everything you say, life is no fun. Nobody heard it but me and I don't think it's racist. You don't need to turn attention to it," I say.

"I guess. I just don't want to seem racist, like, not at all," Clyde says.

"You've got Token and Nichole. I mean, you should ask them, is something is racist. Not me, probably the whitest guy in existence," I say.

We continue to watch everyone that's dancing.

"If you want to dance-," Clyde starts.

"I don't think I really want to, not right now," I say.

"If this was a story, Kenny would come to ask you to dance right as you said it," Clyde says.

"Life is a story, so, this is a story. But no, not always. Another cliché would be finding 'the Prince Charming'. To be honest, I wouldn't want for that to happen. At all. First of all, I'm not the fucking princess, I wanna be the prince," I say.

He laughs.

"And I'd love to be the princess, but I'm pretty sure I'm not very interesting," Clyde says.

"You're interesting! I promise! If you want someone to ask you out, try. If it's a fun night, maybe it goes somewhere," I say.

"That's kinda the problem here. I don't know, who is that someone. To be honest, maybe I'll just have my tacos and die alone," Clyde says.

"Oh come on, there is someone at some point. It doesn't have to be yet, you might need to wait. Maybe they will need to change before it happens. Not everyone has grown up yet. You've just got bad examples all around you. Nobody here has really found their partner after the age of 14. But it's fine to need time, sometimes it's just that, you need to live and figure out everything before you can find 'the one' or the ones," I say.

"Well, I mean, I really wanna figure out my life with someone by my side. You know?" Clyde asks.

"True, but sometimes the world has other, different plans. But we need to live to, when we die, remember things back. Finding someone that is the one is nowhere near the most important thing in our lifetimes," I say.

"I guess?" Clyde asks.

"How about you leave me here and go talk to someone, just for the fun of it?" I ask.

"I don't know. Maybe? I just don't know, who to talk to," Clyde says.

The dancers change partners, leading to a very awkward Token and Kyle dance and Bebe and Wendy dancing.

"Well, there's some action going on," I say, nodding to the girls.

Clyde nods.

"That's the cutest thing," Clyde says.

I nod, laughing.

"Oh. Oh," Clyde says.

He points back to the girls, who are not as much dancing as starring at each other while smiling.

"Okay, that's love, if I've ever seen it," I say.

Clyde nods.

"But I can see some other love as well," he says.

He points to Kenny and Stan. Though they are not being as well... obvious, they're still incredibly obvious.

"Fucking God. Will they just kiss?" I ask, quietly.

"Butters, you've never voiced my inner thoughts quite as much as you just did," Clyde says.

I roll my eyes.

"I gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I need to drink," I say.

"You haven't even danced," Clyde says.

"Yeah, but my empathy is making my feet hurt like hell," I say.

"Oh okay," Clyde says.

I leave the gym, into the bathrooms. Just seconds after me, or maybe a minute, Kyle walks in.

"Fucking Stenny. They're being goals again," Kyle says.

"True," I say.

"I so badly wanted to push them. Like, seriously. And I'm pretty sure Kenny tried to kiss him. I feel like I'm in a fucking LGBTQA drama movie. Like, can you not? I just wanna see two guys kiss," Kyle says.

Oh Stan, you're genius... a fucking bastard, but a genius bastard.

"Trust me, I want to see that too," I say.

"We are going together on the sixth, right?" Kyle asks.

"Yes," I say.

"Oh my fucking God. Stan is a fucking asshole," Kyle says.

"Oh trust me. I think so too," I say.

Kyle nods, staying still for a moment.

"Kyle?" I ask.

Kyle kisses my cheek before leaving the fuck out. I roll my eyes and leave the bathroom, going back to the gym to see Eric and Clyde talking.