This story came to me last night and I thought it was really funny and cute, I just had to write it out!

Also, I am still working on Apology and Checkmate, but this was just a quick fic to work on until those get updated.

I hope you enjoy my lovelies! And I own nothing.

Butters' POV

Oh jeez, I have such a bad headache, and I don't even know where I am! Last thing I remember was being at Stan's party. Maybe if I could just get up and turn on a light switch? But it feels like there's something really heavy draped across my waist.

Is this an arm? Wait, wha- Eric?

Oh crap! Why is Eric sleeping next to me? And, why am I naked? Why is he naked? Did we…I don't remember last night at all! Did we have sex? I hope not, that be awful. I don't want to not remember our first time together.

Oh hamburgers, he's moving… Should I leave? Will he be sore at me if he sees me here? Does he remember what happened last night? Oh God, he moved his hand so close to my… This isn't good. I can feel his right behind me.

I should leave. But his forehead is right against my shoulder, and he's snoring so quietly. Maybe if I just pretend to be asleep when he wakes up, he won't be so mad at me?

Hey, this isn't a pillow, it's his left arm. I've been lying on his left arm this entire time?

I wonder what happened last night. Did he drug me? Did he know what was going on? That doesn't seem like something Eric would do… Well, it does, but that can't be what happened. And I don't feel like I got drugged, I feel like I just drank too much. Did he get me drunk? No, I got myself drunk.

Did we even have sex? My bottom doesn't feel sore. I mean, I never had sex before, but isn't my bottom suppose to feel sore?

Eric's POV

Fucking bitch as fucking hang over. Fuck this, why do I always drink until I pass out? Fuck. Well, this pillow is surprisingly soft and warm… Wait a minute…Butters?

Why the hell is he naked? Why the hell am I? Why the hell am I holding him?

Shit, did this idiot get me drunk and take advantage of my sweet innocence? The bastard! But…did he? That seems like too complicated a plan, even for this idiot.

Is he still asleep? And where are we? …Oh I think we're in Shelly's room. Oh, glad she's in college or we'd both be dead right now. So this idiot is still asleep? Shit, should I wake him or just try to slip out? Knowing this little faggot I bet he's already awake and pretending to be asleep. What a bitch.

Great, what do I do now? What am I touching? Oh shit, I'm rubbing up against him! Stupid Butters! Why am I holding him so close to me? Fuck, I bet this little bitch is loving this.

But…I'm not hating this? God, my hangover is way too strong for me to be dealing with bullshit like this right now. Well I don't want to be the first one to 'wake up.' Butters got us into this mess, he's going to have to take responsibility. At least he has to buy me some fucking dinner.

Does this style work for you guys, stream of conscious thinking?

Reviews/comments/critiques/etc are much and forever loved!