Butters wakes up in somebody's arms. He briefly confused on where he is but then he sees Eric Cartman's sleeping face mushed up against the pillow beside him. Eric looked so peaceful. It was weird.

But somehow, it caused Butters to smile and snuggle up closer to the asshole.

;;;

The rest of the weekend is uneventful. Butters is grounded again for staying over at Eric's without permission so he wasn't allowed to leave until Monday morning to school, which his mom drove him to.

"So," Linda Stotch starts, pulling out of their driveway. "Anything new happening at school?"

"No,"

"Oh, are you sure?" Linda pestered, desperate to learn what was going on in her son's life. He hasn't been talking to her much like he has in past nowadays. "Nothing at all?"

"Well," Butters bites his lip, better now than later. "My friend told me that we were now dating."

Linda chuckles. "Told you?"

"Yeah!" Butters smiles.

"Ah, kids." His mother shakes her head with a fond smile. "Who is this eager lady?"

Butter pales. "Er, uh, Eric Cartman."

Linda slams on the brake and Butters hits his head on the dashboard. She turns to him in a panic. "Eric Cartman? Are you sure Butters?"

Butters rubs his head and then crosses his arms. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

"Oh, Uh nothing, sweetie! I don't care if you're straight or gay, you'll always be my baby. But- but are you sure?" Linda asks, concerned.

"Yeah, mom."

"No, but honey... Eric Cartman?"

"Yes, mom!" Butters huffs, frustrated that his mother didn't trust his judgement. "I happen to like Eric Cartman very much. And he happens to like me!"

Linda sighs. She can hear the hints of anger in his voice so she leaves it at that with a short; "Okay, sweetie. Whatever you want. Would you like to get some breakfast before school?"

Butters' face is probably tinted red from his anger but he cools down a bit. He forces a smile. "Yes please."

;;;

The only time Butters sees Eric during the day is when the brunet shoves him into the lockers and turns around to high five Clyde.

Butters drops all his books and Stan gives him a sad face, helping him pick up his books.

;;;

Butters sits next to Jimmy on the bench, staring out into the football field looking for Cartman's classic 69 jersey.

"H-h-he's next to Cr-craig." Jimmy says, nodding over to the left of the field.

Butters hums in response, frowning when the sees his boyfriend laughing along with something Craig was whispering to him. Craig then points over at Butters, saying something to Eric and causing the bigger boy to push him. The soon comes jogging over.

"You're on, Jimmy." Eric says once over. Jimmy smiles.

"O-oh boy." He says, struggling to get up an walk with his crutches over to the middle. That just shows how untalented their school was. They didn't have enough decent players so they put a crippled kid on their football team.

Eric sits in the spot Jimmy got up from. He looks at Butters with his head cocked to the side and a weird face.

"Are you mad?" He asks, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. Butters looks over at the field and redirects them back to Eric.

"No, but the bruises on my shoulder hurt from being bashed into the locker." Eric flinches, scratching his head.

The brunet frowns. "Uh- sorry. Y'know, about that."

Butters nods but doesn't really understand why Eric is apologizing now. He's done it so many times before.

"I told my mom about us."

Eric squints, horrified. "Why?" But Butters on shrugs.

"Well, don't go tellin' people!" Eric exclaims, gabbing a finger at Butters chest. Butters breathes out hard, putting his hand where the finger was.

"Everyone basically knows, Eric. You can't do one thing in this town with out anyone not knowing!" Butters yelps. "And besides, y-you made it pretty obvious."

Eric looks like he wants to scream, but he doesn't. He just shakes his head and makes his way back to the field.