Later that night, Butters gets a text message.

'FAG, get the fuck over here.'

The number isn't saved into his contacts so he doesn't know who the text was from, but he had a pretty good clue.

Butters makes a strangled sound looking over at the clock. 9:34pm. He'd be grounded if he went over to Eric's house this late. He usually always goes over to Eric's for a sleepover but not in the past few months. Eric's been jumpy and an extra asshole to him. It was weird that now that they were 'boyfriend's', Eric all of a sudden wanted to hang out with Butters.

Correction, this whole fucking situation was weird.

Butters bit his nails as he decided he should go, grabbing his coat.

;;;

"About time you got here." Eric rolls his eyes as he throws the door open for Butters. The blond walks in timidly, head down. The door slams shut and causes Butters to jump and shut and chase behind Eric who was walking up the stairs.

Eric smirks but doesn't say anything. He walks up the stairs and to his room but stops at the door. He nibbles on his lip nervously and opens the door- for Butters. Butters is so fucking surprised that he stops dead in his tracks. Eric rolls his eyes again.

"You gonna go in or-?"

Butters blinks again but scurries in the room. Once in, Eric closes the door and plops himself down on his bed. Butters stands near the bed in fear of being pummeled if he took a seat. Eric frowns.

"Sit," He says, making room for him next to the broad boy. Butters bites his lip and sits next to Eric- but almost a ruler length away. Eric frowns, again, but outta frustration. He cuddles up next to Butters and awkwardly puts his arm around the blond. Butters can only imagine his eyes being the size of saucers.

"Uh, you look, um, less faggy today, pussy."

"Thank you, Eric."

There's a minute or two of awkward silence as Butters watches the small tv in the corner if the room, muted and the only source of light, and Cartman bites his lip to shreds.

"Listen here, Butters..." Butters whips his head around to look at Eric's piercing eyes. "I like you."

Butters nods his head slowly. "I-I like you too."

Eric smiles real relieved, but then covers it with a cough. "I, uh, spoke to Kahl and Stan and they think I'm up to something, and I'm not! You got that?!" Eric points a finger at Butters and Butters flinched. Cartman quickly puts his finger down because he wasn't trying to sound so mean. "I, uh, mean got it?"

Butters nods.

"Good, I just don't know how to- erm..." This is was fucking embarrassing, thank God that the lights were off and the little tv didn't do shit. "Don't really know how to treat someone like I like them? Or, um, I don't know how to do... This."

"You don't know how to be nice to someone?"

"Yes," Cartman says relieved that Butters got it but then actually heard what he said. "NO! I know how to be nice to someone, fag."

Butters holds back a smirk. "Y-you don't know how to treat a boyfriend?"

Eric smiles. "Yeah, that's it."

"Well- well, first you gotta ask them out, not tell them that you are now dating them."

"I was nervous, okay!" Eric exclaims, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Eric," Butters says quietly so that the bigger boy would look over. "I have bruises on my shoulders."

Eric frowns.

"And two, you can't keep callin' me a fag, or a pussy. If you like me, you should call me, uh, darling or love or sugar or light of my life." Butters explains.

Eric scoffs. "I ain't calling you light of my life you son of a bitch-"

"Eric!"

Eric pales. "Sorry, sorry. Force of habit."

"It's okay, at least you apologized." Butters smiles and then yawns, curling up into Cartman's side. He must've been really fucking tired, seeing how he was curling up into his bully's side. Well, the bully he was in love with.

Cartman holds his breath when Butters does so, but when he hears soft snores he lets it out.