To say that Cartman was pissed was an understatement. He was pacing in his dressing room, waiting to hear something, anything! He wasn't completely heartless (contrary to what most believe) he could understand being nervous and needing an extra five minutes. It was his and Kyle's wedding day, of course there was a need to be nervous.

Sure five minutes he understood.

But it's been a fucking hour.

Eric was starting to worry, he was nervous and very pissed off. Where was that Jew?

There was a knock on his door, about fucking time! "Come in!" He said curtly, looking himself over one more time in the full body mirror making sure that he looked his best. His suit was black and form fitting, which was something he was proud to wear now that he lost nearly all of his weight. Sure he still had a softness to him, but he could always work on that later.

"Eric?" Butters voice came, making the brunette turn to him and the blonde was breathless. He has had a huge crush on Eric since ninth grade, but just before he could make his move, out of no where Kyle took him away. He wanted Eric to be happy, so he never said a word. Kyle and Eric have been so off and on it made Butters head hurt. The first time they broke up, Eric came to him and cried his beautiful amber eyes out. Of course that break in their relationship didn't last, no matter how much Butters wanted it to.

He never thought that they would get married though.

"What is it Butters, have you heard from Kyle?" Eric asked, slight panic in his voice.

Butters avoided eye contact for a minute before looking up and sighing, "He's still not here Eric." The hurt he saw in Eric eyes filled Butters with so much hate for Kyle in that moment. How the hell could he be late to his own wedding and not call?

"What the fuck!" Eric growled, he kicked a near by table a winced at the dull pain in his foot. "Where is that Jew?! Do you have your phone on you Butters?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Hand it over." Eric held out his hand expectantly, waiting for Butters to hand him his phone. Butters fished in the pocket of his own suit until he found his cell phone and handed it to Eric. Eric took it and dialed Kyle's number, waiting for him to pick up as he tapped him foot.

Finally he answered.

"What is it, Butters?" Kyle sounded irradiated, which only served to pissed Eric off more. What was HE pissed about?

"It's not Butters, it's me. Where the fuck are you?!"

"Eric? Oh, um hey."

"Don't 'Hey' me. Answer the question, where are you, or did you forget that you're getting married today?" Eric seethed, gripping the phone in a death like vice.

"No, I didn't forget." There was a pause and Eric could hear Kyle sigh on the other end. "I'm sorry Eric."

"You're going to be if you don't get here."

"No, I mean, I'm sorry because I can't do this." Kyle said and then there was nothing but silence.

"W-What?" Eric could literally feel his heart breaking in his chest, he felt numb and cold, his throat going dry.

"What is it Eric?" Butters asked, but by the look on Eric's face he knew it was nothing good. He didn't mind when the brunette ignored his question.

"I'm sorry Eric, I can't marry you." Then the line went dead.

Eric just stood there for the longest time, his mouth a gape, tears pooling in his eyes with the phone still glued to his ear. Kyle wasn't coming. He didn't want to marry him, Kyle broke up with him for good this time. It wasn't until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he snapped out of his daze and a sob escaped his lips, he put a hand to his mouth to hide them. Tears started to freely fall from his eyes down his cheeks, he felt hallow in his chest.

"Eric?"

"He's not coming." Eric said through a sob, then repeated much louder "He's not coming!" Eric thought he was either going to pass out or puke, maybe both.

Butters eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Kyle wasn't coming? He was leaving Eric at the alter? Butters shoved his hate for the redhead aside, he needed to help his best friend. He took Eric into his arms and held him as he cried his heart out. "It'll be okay Eric."

"Get me out of here."

"Huh?" Butters pulled back to look at Eric to hear him better and the sight broke his heart. His face was flush and covered in tears, his eyes blood shot and puffy from crying. He was a mess.

"Get me out of here! I need to get out of this fucking church! I don't care where, just not here!" Eric all but screamed at the top of his lungs before breaking down and crying again. Butters understood and helped Eric walk out of the church. Everyone started looking with a questioning glance. Stan and Kenny came over asking.

"Dude, what's wrong? This should be the happiest day of your life." Stan spoke, his eyebrows knit together.

"K-K-Ky" Eric tried to talk but he was too much of a heart broken mess to speak right.

"Kyle's not coming." Butters said bluntly with a hint of anger in his voice.

"WHAT!" Both Kenny and Stan exclaimed, shocked that Kyle would do something like this. "What the fuck man, why?" Kenny asked, his hands balling into fist at seeing what Kyle has made of his best friend.

"I don't know, let's get him out of here. We can go to my place." Butters said and everyone nodded. Eventually, Eric's loud sobs turned into quiet sniffling by the time they got to Butters apartment.

When they got their, Butters gave Eric some clothes to change into; thankful that he lost most of his weight, before changing himself. Kenny and Stan just took their suit jackets off.

Butters made tea for everyone, they all sipped at it, except Eric. Eric didn't say a word, not really touching his tea. He was just looking blankly into space.

"Maybe, maybe I can call him?" Stan suggested, thumbing his mug of tea. He never would have thought that Kyle would do something like this, it was a real Cartman move.

Kenny set down his mug with a little more force then necessary. "No, leave the fucker be for the time being."

"Butters?" Eric spoke softly, it was so unlike him that if caught everyone off guard.

"Yes Eric?"

"Do you have anything stronger? Liquor maybe?" Eric asked in the same soft voice, he turned to look at Butters when he asked this and the blonde couldn't believe how broken he looked.

Butters got up to check his fridge, "Um, I'm not sure Eric, I don't think I do." Butters sat back down when he didn't find any alcohol in his fridge. "Sorry."

"Here." Kenny went over to his jacket and pulled out a flask, handing it to Cartman. "Don't know if you'll like it though."

Eric twisted the top off and sniffed it. "Fireball?"

"Yup."

Eric shrugged and took a huge gulp, not caring about the burning in his throat or how it made his stomach feel. He didn't care, he just wanted alcohol. "I have nothing to wear, everything is at the apartment."

"What about your honeymoon clothes?" Stan asked.

"They're here." Eric answered, his voice lifeless.

"Why here?" Kenny questioned quirking an eyebrow.

Butters beat Eric to the question, "He stayed here last night, you know, because it's bad luck to see the other before getting married."

"Guess that doesn't fucking matter." Eric said listlessly as he took another drink from Kenny's flask before handing it back to his childhood friend, who frowned to find it empty but let it go. "I need a smoke." Eric got up and made his way to the kitchen to smoke out the window.

Everyone was pissed off at Kyle. Who does that?! Butters was sitting on his couch, silently curing the day that redheaded monster was born before his gaze went to Eric and softened. He looked like shit to put it bluntly, but Butters always thought that he was good looking no matter what. His silhouette leaning out of Butters kitchen, cigarette in hand with small puffs of smoke leaving his lips, the sun lighting up his face.

To Butters, even though Eric did a lot of nasty things when they were kids, Eric Cartman was the closest thing to being perfect.

Then a light bulb went off in the blondes head. Eric wasn't getting married anymore, he and Kyle were done and Eric was single. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, even if it was one of the worst days in Eric's life, which if Butters could he'd take that pain away.

But maybe, just maybe this is his chance at Eric.

Just maybe.