Cartman and Stan
"Hippy." Cartman spat and Stan smirked.
"Chippy." He replied, holding out the food he'd spent the last half hour getting for the two. He moved closer, sitting on the bench beside him.
"Flippy." Cartman continued the weird game of rhythms and stuck up his middle finger, flipping Stan off. How dare he make him wait.
"Tippy." Stan smirked wider, easily pushing Cartman off the bench and onto the floor. Watching him land in a snowdrift.
"..." Cartman scowled at him, picking himself up and glaring at him. Stan stood, leaving the food on the bench to free both his arms. He grabbed Cartman before he began one of his long and loud complaints. The smirk softened on his face.
"Lippy," He leant in and pressed his lips against the others. Stan was glad to see Cartman's eyes close as he leant into him. Argument skipped for the day. "Now come on or the food will go cold." Stan pulled Cartman back onto the bench, making sure to pick up the food before they sat.
"Jerk." Cartman grabbed the food from his hands. Stan felt the smirk return to his face.
"You love me really." He murmured close to Cartman's ear, watching his face flush from the closeness. A small pout was his reply but Stan was used to it now. He nicked a chip from the packet Cartman had finished opening. "Cheer up or i'll go home." He warned and Cartman scowled leaning his head on Stan's shoulder.
"Do what you want, Hippy." Stan grinned, shifting so his arm was round Cartman's shoulder's.
"I will then... Cartman." A little flinch from Cartman. That was probably the first time Stan had called him by his name and not some odd or insulting nickname.
"Fine..." He mumbled between chips. He seriously wondered sometimes why he had these feelings for Stan but Stan had never treated it like a joke after he did once he'd confessed and Cartman had cried. He glanced over at Stan's happy face. "...Stan."