Hey! Chapter two of my little CartmanxTweek fanfic. I was really surprised at the positive reactions this got! Honestly, I was amazed I got any reviews at all. So, much love to my reviewers, I hope to read from you again in the future. Also, thanks for clearing up the "Style" thing, I can't believe I didn't figure that out myself. I don't remember who it was at the moment that said it, but the "Buttman" comment had me laughing for like 15 minutes. I have a childish sence of humor sometimes. Oh well. Enough with the chitchat, I'm sure y'all want to get on with reading. Maybe.

Oh, and I know it's a bit of a spoiler, but Kenny appears in this, and I decided to add the 'translation' of the Kennyspeak in italic, for those who might like that sort of thing.

Disclaimer: South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. As if you didn't know that already ¬¬.

The night had gone very slowly for Tweek Tweak as he lay on Eric Cartman's floor. It was surprisingly comfortable, but after two hours of non-stop thinking his little mind started taking weird turns and thus he decided to examine Cartman's room. He couldn't really see anything in the dark. The only think he was absolutely certain he recognized correctly were the bed on which Cartman himself was sleeping upon and Cartman's desk and chair. At home, Tweek would find other things to do during the night. But he was too terrified of waking Cartman up for the second time that night to find anything to keep him occupied with. Tweek sighed softly, wondering what time it was. He didn't see an alarm clock, he thought Cartman might have one on the table next to his bed, but if that was the case, it was turned to face Cartman and Tweek was unable to see the time. He twitched, and moved so that he was lying on his side, to try and sleep – again – since Lord knows how long.

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Poke, poke, poke. Nothing. "Tweek."

Harder this time. Poke, poke, poke. Again, nothing.

"TWEEK!" Response.

"Argh!" Tweek shouted. He had somewhat dozed off into a state between sleep and being awake and fully conscious.

"Come on, Twitchy. Mehm said breakfast is ready. Your clothes aren't dry yet so mehm wanted to keep you here until they are. Now COME ON!"

"Y-yes sir!" Tweek replied, quickly getting up, followed by a series of twitches as he went after Cartman.

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Arrived in the kitchen, they saw Mrs. Cartman cheerfully making some pancakes.

"Oh, hello Eric, how did the night go with your little friend?" she asked as she placed a mug of hot chocolate milk infront of her son.

"Fine mehm." He replied and started to softly blow on his chocolate milk to cool it down.

"Would you like some chocolate milk too…? Tweek, was it?"

"Ngh, I'd eh, rather have some c-coffee please… and y-yes, it's Tweek…"

"Alright then." Mrs. Cartman said, followed by a friendly smile to the twitching blonde.

Cartman took a sip of his chocolate milk and spat it out a nanosecond after, followed by a high-pitched girlish scream. He quickly put the mug on the table and leapt towards the sink. He turned on the cold water and let it fill his mouth and then spat it out again. He repeated this three times or so and stopped, glaring at his mother.

"Goddamnit, mehm! I burned my tongue on that fucking chocolate milk! Don't make it so hot!"

"I'm sorry, Eric. I'll put some cold milk in it for you to cool it down, sweetie."

Mrs. Cartman opened the fridge and took out a milk carton, once opened; she poured some milk into Cartman's mug, then placed it back in the fridge.

"Tweek?"

"Agh! – Er, yes Mrs. Cartman?"

"How do you take your coffee?"

"Erm, b-black is just fine Mrs. Cartman. Sometimes I drink tea. But my parents won't let me have any with sugar in it because they say it makes me even more hyper since I have ADD."

Cartman mumbled "addicted dumbass disorder" under his breath.

Mrs. Cartman set a mug of coffee on the table. Tweek grabbed it and greedily drank its contents. Cartman raised an eyebrow at him. Tweek had finished his coffee and put his mug down on the table and politely asked Mrs. Cartman for a refill.

After giving Tweek his refill of coffee, which he chugged down equally fast as the first, Mrs. Cartman set a plate of pancakes infront of each boy. Cartman grinned as he saw that his stack of pancakes was nearly twice as big as Tweek's. Mrs. Cartman knew, ofcourse, that her son has a bigger appetite than most.

Cartman and Tweek both reached for the syrup at the same the same time, causing their hands to touch briefly.

Tweek jerked his hand back with such a force that he shot into the back of his chair, causing the whole thing to fall on the floor with him on it.

Cartman started laughing loudly as Tweek rubbed his head and got off the floor. He raised the chair back to its original position and sat down again, his face turned as red as a tomato.

"Are you alright, Tweek?" Mrs. Cartman asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine…"

"Oh my God…" Cartman said, followed by more laughter. "That was great, Tweek! Excellent morning entertainment!" he wiped away some laughter-tears and poured syrup over his pancakes.

"You're such an idiot, Tweek." He said as he tossed the syrup at him. Tweek caught it and attempted to fake a small laugh. "Heh…er, thanks." He mumbled.

Mrs. Cartman left the room to do the laundry and to put Tweek's clothes in the dryer as the boys ate their breakfast. The rest of it was pretty quiet, aside from Cartman bursting spontaneously into laughter a few times over the previous event.

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The doorbell rang.

"MEHM!" Cartman shouted, "Mehm, someone's at the door!"

"Coming, hun." Mrs. Cartman replied, from the laundry room.

"The damn door won't open itself, mehm! Get your ass over there!"

"I'm here, sweetie." She said from the hallway as she walked to the door and opened it.

"Mnhp mphmph mmphmph." (Hello Mrs. Cartman.)

"Hello there." Mrs. Cartman said to the boy in the orange parka. "Eric! It's another one of your little friends!"

Mrs. Cartman led Kenny to the kitchen. He had been coming over for years, but Mrs. Cartman had made it a habit of doing that.

"Would you like some pancakes too, Kenny? Grab a chair and join in. You can sit next to Tweek."

"Mph mmph!" (Yes please!) He said enthusiastically and sat down as Mrs. Cartman had suggested.

"Mph mh mmph?" (What's up guys?)

"Just the usual, Kenneh." Cartman informed him. "Twitchy spent the night myah. How come you're so hungry, Kenneh? Didn't they feed you again at that poor-house?" he asked, more mockingly than genuinely caring.

"TWEEK!" Cartman said out of the blue.

"Argh! What?! What'd I do?!" He replied, in a panic.

"Tell Kenneh about that fall you made!" He started laughing again at the thought alone.

"Er, well – oh God – I – Cartman and I wanted to grab the syrup at the same time and – sweet Jesus! – I pulled my hand back and – ergh! – fell on the floor…"

Kenny laughed inaudibly in his parka, but continued eating his pancakes rather than remaining in a laughing fit Cartman had yet to get himself out of.

"Mph, mmmmph mph mmph?" (So, shall we go then?)

The end of another chapter! Sorry they're all on the short side, but this was already longer than the first chapter. Again, I'll keep writing whether I get reviews or not, but I did notice they are one hell of a motivation to write more and quicker. Review if you want, flame if you want, or don't leave anything if you want. All fine by me. :)