Chapter 1

Move, You Piece of Crap!

"C-come on, Eric! Faster!" Butters cried, heart racing.

"I-I can't," Eric moaned, breathing heavily.

"Aw, alright, Eric," Butters cooed, pulling his roller blades to a stop. He wrapped his skinny arm around the out-of-breath brunette, smiling. Flashing lights flickered around them, other skaters passing by them in the rink.

"God damn it, Butters! We've been skating for like an hour!" Eric groaned, hands on his knees.

"We'll sit down for a bit," Butters suggested, tugging at Eric's fat hand. With little effort, he pulled the brunette to a bench on the outskirts of the rink. The fat boy was so light while on skates. It's not that his weight bothered Butters, but being able to help his boyfriend without falling over sure was a great feeling.

Flopping his fat ass onto the bench, Eric let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be off his feet. The sore that filled his feet were finally given the chance to breath.

"Man," Eric huffed. "Are you trying to kill me?" A twisted smile curled up upon the fat boy's face.

"N-no. Of course not, Eric," the blond responded, knocking his knuckles together.

Eric laughed. "Damn it, Butters. We've been dating for what, three years? Can't you figure out when I'm fucking around with you?"

"I guess I gotta work on that," Butters muttered, glancing up at his boyfriend.

"You're damn right, you do!" Leaning back, Eric let out a heavy sigh. "But hey, at least we're having a super fun time, right?"

"Yeah, I sure am," Butters squealed with a large smile on his face. He allowed the chunky boy to wrap his arm around him, placing his head on his shoulder.

"And nothing is going to stop us from having a super awesome time in New York City tomorrow!" Eric continued, planting a warm, wet kiss on his lover.

Butters blushed, smiling as his eyes darted down to his watch. 8:05PM. Damn, if he wanted to be home before curfew, he needed to leave as soon as possible…even though he wanted to spent the entire night with Eric. Well, the date couldn't last forever.

"E-eric. We gotta go!" Butters blurted, back stiffening. "I-I can't be home late, or I'll get grounded!"

"When the hell are you going to stick up for yourself, Butters?" Eric scowled, bending over to untie his skates. His fat fingers fumbled with the laces, irritating him with every passing second. Damn laces.

"I have to listen to my parents, Eric. I just have to." Butters already had his skates stripped off his feet, his slender body already straying away from the bench.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatevah," Eric spat, still having trouble with his laces. "Why won't these fucking things come off?"

"Here, let me help." Tossing his skates aside, Butters knelt down and quickly untied the skates. If he were to get home soon, he needed to work fast. Before his lover could say anything, the blond boy dashed away with the four skates, almost tripping himself.

Eric watched with his dark eyes as Butters threw the skates at an employee and weakly demanded for their shoes. It made the fat boy laugh when Butters tried to be aggressive. It was just too fucking hilarious, and yet somehow adorable to him.

My, had Eric Cartman changed over the past three years. At first, he wasn't exactly comfortable with expressing himself as a homosexual to others. True, he did say that being gay kicked ass, but that didn't mean he was exactly always open with little things, such as kisses or dates. It was just difficult for him to come out of that shell.

Now the fat lard was something new. He could give two shits about who knew he was gay. In fact, he would be one of the douches that made out with his lover in the middle of the hall. It was a double whammy for him. Not only did he get to woo his lover, but he also got to piss off the assholes in his school. It was sweet.

Shaking his head, Eric pulled himself out of his thoughts. His brain returned its focus to Butters, who was making a mad dash towards him, cradling their shoes in his arms. When the boy finally reached him, he threw his shoes at Eric, quickly throwing on his own.

"Jesus tap-dancing Christ," Eric muttered, slipping his feet into his black sneakers. "Are we really running that late again?"

"No," Butters answered, tangling his fingers into the lace as he tied his shoe. "But I don't wanna get grounded before the field trip, Eric!"

"You gotta point," Eric said, standing up. "Let's go."

Sitting together on the bus, Eric and Butters watched as the world flew by out the window. It was about a good hour drive from Denver to South Park; they had a long way to go. Hopefully they would make it before nine o' clock, at least for Butters' sake.

"Thanks for taking me to Super Phun Tyme," Butters cooed, nestling his head into Eric's shoulder.

"Not a problem," Eric murmured, wrapping a thick arm around Butters, proceeding with a warm kiss to the cheek.

As if half panicked, the blond glanced at his watch again: 8:32PM. Time had flown by quickly, but they still had another half hour before they reached South Park. Couldn't this hunk of junk move any faster?

"Hey!" Eric screamed, grasping attention from the bus driver. "Can't you make this fucking turd go faster?"

"I'm going as fast as the speed limit signs will let me, you little shit!" the bus driver barked back. "If you don't like it, then you can just get off of this damn bus!"

Eric didn't have the time for that. Normally, he would protest against the bitch. He didn't want to risk getting thrown off the bus, though; not with the risk of Butters getting grounded just before the big field trip. With a heavy groan, Eric shifted his eyes out the window, watching the landscape flash by. Without much thought, the fat boy kept a firm grip around his boyfriend's hand.

The two boys waited it out, huddling together on the hard seat. Not much conversation passed through their lips, as just each other's company was good enough for them. Eventually, Butters began to nod into a light sleep, resting his head on Eric's fat shoulder. After what felt like centuries, the bus came to a stop.

"This is the stop for South Park! Get off my fucking bus!" the bus driver snarled, glaring back at Eric and Butters.

"About fucking time, you bitch!" Eric roared, nudging the blond boy awake.

The two exited the bus together, happy as the yellow turd sped away. Finally, they were back in South Park.

Butters glanced at his watch: 8:50PM. "Hamburgers! I'm gonna be late if I don't hurry soon!"

Allowing Butters to take lead, Eric swiftly followed his lover as their feet crunched in the snow below. It was almost impossible for the fat boy to keep up. After a couple minutes, Eric finally gave up.

"Butters!" he huffed, trying to catch his breath.

Spinning around, Butters eyed Eric with concern. "Wh-what is it?"

"Go on without me!" he began, holding his knees with his fat hands. "I can't keep up."

"Thanks, Eric," Butters chirped, giving Eric a light peck on the cheek. "I love you."

"Ich liebe dich," Eric muttered with a German accent.

"Wh-what's that mean?"

"It's German for 'I love you'. Now get your ass home before you're grounded!" Eric ordered.

With a slight nod, Butters leapt into a mad dash, moving as fast as his legs would allow him. The snow was thick, making it difficult to travel in. That didn't stop him, though. He needed to get home, and fast! Quickly, the boy glanced at his watch as he ran: 8:59PM. He didn't have much time! He needed to get home!

Finally, the sight of a familiar, burnt umber house caught his sight. He was almost there! Just a few more yards, and he was home free! His feet ran across his yard, leaving deep tracks behind. Fumbling through his pocket, the blond searched for the house key. After a couple sweat-bearing seconds, the boy threw the key out of his pocket and into the door-knob. His wrist twisted the sucker and he kicked the wooden board open! Finally, home!

With a big grin on his face, Butters glanced at his watch: 9:01PM. His smile drooped down as quickly as it took for Eric to explode when called fat.

"Butters!" Stephen Stotch boomed, entering the room. "It's a minute past curfew! You know you're supposed to be here at nine o'clock exactly! Not a minute later!"

"S-sorry, sir," Butters mumbled, dropping his head down. "I-I tried to get here as fast as I could."

"I don't want to hear any excuses! You are grounded, mister!"

Horror flooded the fourteen-year-old's face. "Bu-but, Dad! My field trip!"

"No 'buts', Butters. You'll just have to get a refund and miss it. And if you don't get a refund, you are grounded for an extra week!" A dark glare shot out from Stephen's face. His son was just horrible at keeping track of time. Why couldn't he learn to be more timely? Well, the only way he would learn anything was to be grounded, just as he always had been when he misbehaved.

"I-I'll try and get that re-refund," Butters choked, knocking his knuckles together.

"You won't try, you will do! Now go upstairs and get ready for bed!"

"Yes, sir" Butters mumbled, dragging his slim body up the stair-case.

Don't worry...More "action" will happen later on...TRUST ME. There are a few reasons why "Disobey Disorder" fits as a title in this fan fiction. Sorry this is off to a slow start...
And I really wanted to title this chapter "I Should've Never Gotten on a GOd Damn Bus!"