After that afternoon, everything seemed to go smoothly for the rest of the week leading up to Friday, which Eric did end up going to Butters house for the night. He felt a little bad about him getting beat up, but he also wanted to brush up on his gaming before playing Kyle tomorrow.

Sitting on Butters couch, game controller in hand, Eric did his best to beat Butters at the game. He always told himself that if he could beat Butters, then he could go against Kyle; don't ask why, he just did, when Butters wasn't grounded he played his Xbox a lot when the fellas weren't around. Right now they were playing some random racing game and Eric was close to winning. "So, Butters."

"Yeah Eric?" Butters questioned only taking his eyes off the screen for a moment to look at his friend.

"You are one hundred and ten perfect sure, that you did nothing to piss off Kahl the other day?" Eric asked, his eyes never leaving the TV as he passed Butters and got into first place. He heard the blonde sigh beside him, he paused the game to look at him. "What?"

"Eric, for the last time, no, I didn't do anything. You were there, he just seemed like he was possessed or something." Butters said looking over at Eric, who looked like a mixture of mad and confused. It was cute. "You've been asking me all week."

"Jesus Christ Butters, I'm just trying to make sense of why the Jew would flip his shit for no good reason. Maybe he'll tell me tomorrow." Eric resumed the game and crossed the finish line, winning the game. "Yeah! Suck my balls loser!" Eric gloated.

"Tomorrow?" Butters asked, ignoring Erics victory for what he first said.

"Yeah, I'm going to his house tomorrow to kick his ass at Xbox, that's why I'm here, to brush up on my skills. It's been a while." Eric rubbed the back of his neck, looking away for a moment before adding "Also, I wanna know what crawled up his Jew ass and died." Eric couldn't help it, he had been watching Kyle all week and the ginger just wasn't himself. He was rude to teachers, fought almost all day with Stan until the hippie looked to be near tears and openly and subtly flirted with Eric when he thought no one was looking.

And not just innocent flirting either, some stuff was very rated R.

Just thinking of some of the things Kyle said made his face heat up. Damn Jew.

"Come on, I need to keep practicing if I'm going to beat that filthy Jew-rat at Xbox."

"Eric, it's almost two in the morning, we've been playing all night. Shouldn't we sleep?" Butters asked feeling very tired, eyes burning from staring at a screen for hours on end. "I don't want my parents to come down and see that we are still up, they might ground me."

"Butters, they would ground you for breathing if they could." Eric said starting up a new game, ignoring the fact that he should get some rest before tomorrow. "Just one more before bed, alright?"

Sighing, Butters agreed to one more game. He was such a pushover when it came to Eric.

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Erics eyes were drooping, sleep wanting to take him over. He needed to sleep before he went over to Kyles before lunch. Just as he closed his eyes and leaned back into the couch, feeling himself drift away to the land of sleep and dreams, his phone went off. Snapping his eyes open, he glared at the small rectangular device that stole his sleep from him. His eyes widened when he saw who the text was from: Kyle.

Jew: You're still coming over right? My parents are gone ;)

Eric swallowed thickly, checking the time, his eyes nearly fell out of his skull. It was eleven thirty! Fuck, he was going to be late! He texted back quickly saying that he was on his way, pocketing his phone he looked over at Butters; the blonde had passed out a few hours ago and was still sound asleep slumped on his corner of the couch.

Leaving without a word, Eric left Butters house and walked over to Kyles. He was moving slower than normal do to the lack of sleep. When he finally got there, he knocked on the door and waited impatiently for the Jew to answer the door. He could just walk in, but he wasn't in the mood to start anything with Kyle with little to no sleep. After what seemed like forever, Kyle finally answered the door and gave him a small smirk.

That's also something new he has seemed to be doing all week; smirking, not smiling.

"Cartman, you're late." Kyle deadpanned but it was meant as a joke.

Eric rolled his tired burning eyes. "Whatever Jew, you ready to do this?" The last part came out like a yawn, making his amber eyes water slightly. Walking inside, Eric sat down on the couch, trying his best to stay awake. Fuck he was tired.

"You sure you wanna do this? You look like you're about to pass out." Kyle said taking the seat next to Eric, almost touching legs.

"I'm fine." Eric snapped, but it lost most of it's fierceness from him yawning once again. Maybe he should have listened to Butters when he said go to bed...

"Why so tired?"

"I stayed up gaming with Butters." Eric answered, unaware of the sudden change of mood the other person took on by the mention of the blondes name.

"Butters?" Kyle grit out, trying to keep his anger at bay. It doesn't mean anything, he kept telling himself.

"Yeah. By the way, what the fuck?"

"What?"

"Why did you attack him?" Eric asked, his eyes feeling heavier by the second.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Kyle asked suddenly, making Eric frown. Kyle was avoiding the question. "I have tea." Tea sounded really nice...

"Sure, tea sounds nice." Kyle then got up and went to the kitchen to make some tea, leaving Eric alone to try and stay awake. He then heard some thumping coming from the basement. He frowned some more, didn't Kyle say his bitch mom and Jew dad were gone? "Kahl?"

"Yeah?" He called from the kitchen, walking back to the living room with two mugs of tea in his hand.

"I thought you said your parent left?"

Kyle frowned slightly, "They did." The thumping started up again.

"Then what's that Kahl?"

"We have rats." Eric couldn't help the little amount of giggles that bubbled up inside of him. The Jew had rats. Jew-Rats. Taking his tea from Kyle, Eric sipped at it. The tea was perfect, made him feel all nice and warm, he could go right to sleep. "You can nap if you want, I don't mind." Kyle suggested, his smirk coming back to his face, but just a tad smaller.

Yawning, Eric looked at him "You sure?"

"Positive."

With that, Eric took one last gulp of his tea before putting it on the coffee table and curling up into a ball on the couch. Nearly falling asleep as soon as his eyes closed, he sighed in contentment fading into unconsciousness.

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Kyle smiled down at the sleeping form on his couch. He was so adorable when he was asleep. Reaching over, he brushed some tousled brown hair away from the others closed amber eyes, who snuggled further into the couch with a sigh. So cute.

Hearing the thumping from the basement again made Kyle frown and pull his hand away. Rage filled inside of him at the thought of what was in the basement. Didn't he ever give up? Know when to be quiet? Carefully getting up, not wanting to bother the sleeping Cartman on his couch, Kyle walked over to the basement door, unlocked it and marched down the stairs. "Can't you shut the fuck up for one minute!" He raged at his captive, who glared hotly at him.

"Mmhm mmhmm mmm!" The other mumbled through their gag, trying with all his might to get out of his binds.

Kyle rolled his eyes, he yanked the gag out of the others mouth. "What?"

"I said, you won't get away with this you evil impersonation!" The Kyle of this universe shouted before having a hand similar to his own being clamped down over his mouth.

"Shut up!" Evil Kyle hissed. "You could wake him." When all he got was a muffled 'who?' he smirked down evilly at his good counterpart. "Cartman, of course." He answered, loving the sight of the Good Kyles eyes go wide. Everything was going exactly how he wanted.

Almost.

A/N: Review please! :D