OMG. This one seems like it could be a little longer than the last two chapters. Then again...probably not. But, oh well. Hope you enjoii!
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park...
Chapter 4 – Sleep (Slightly Inturrupted) (Cartman's POV)
Apparently, Cartman's bedtime tonight would be very, very late. He didn't want to stop playing the game, but he was enormously tired. When he eventually turned it off, Butters was staring blankly at the ceiling, smiling silently. Kenny used to do the same thing, everytime he was over at Cartman's house…shit.
"Er, Butters? What're you doing?" Cartman said quietly. Butters smile faded and he sat up.
"J-just thinking."
"Oh, well, uh, I'm going to bed."
"Where d'you want me to sleep?"
"I don't care."
"C-could I j-just sleep here?"
"Sure, whatever." Cartman threw Butters a blanket, then sat down on the edge of his bed. Butters pushed the blanket under him and laid back, continuing to stare idly at the ceiling. Cartman was getting really unnerved by this.
"Okay, seriously, why in hell are you doing that?"
"D-doing what?"
"Staring at the ceiling! Is there something there I should know about?"
"N-no…"
"Then why are you doing it?"
"It helps me th-think."
"What're you thinking about?" Butters blushed slightly, and Cartman ignored it.
"N-nothing, just st-stuff."
"Okay, fine. I've decided, don't wanna know. But would you please, for the love of god, stop staring at the fucking ceiling."
"Wh-why?"
"It's-just-Ken- Nevermind. Just stop." Cartman flopped down on his bed and sighed. He glanced back at Butters and found him staring at the ceiling again. Cartman sat straight up.
"God damn it, Butters, why are you fucking doing that?!"
"What a-am I doing?"
"Staring at the fucking- ugh. Nevermind. Just go to fucking sleep."
"O-okay. G-goodnight, Eric."
"Yeah, sure, night, Butters." Cartman turned away from Butters and toward a wall, and shut his eyes. The next second, he turned over towards ceiling and began staring up, just like Butters' had been doing. And like Kenny did, when he used to come over. At least now he understood why. Thoughts seemed to flow more freely. Of course, he had no control over his thoughts. As they normally did when he wasn't asleep (or sometimes , when he wasasleep!) his thoughts circulated aroung one person. He would normally have drifted off by now, but too much activity was taking place in his brain. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt someone kiss his cheek. He sat bolt upright and was about to start screaming at his mom for doing that again. But his mom wasn't there. It was Butters, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Cartman was so shocked, when he opened his mouth, he couldn't speak. Then he took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh.
"Butters…what the hell?" Butters frowned. He looked upset. Cartman wasn't quite sure what to feel at the moment.
"I-I-I w-was…"
"Nevermind. Just go to bed."
"But-"
Go to fucking bed. Now, Butters." He shouted, but his voice didn't come out angry. Just tired.
"O-okay…g-g-goodnight."
"Night." Cartman plopped himself back down onto his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. God damn it.
(Author clears throat in a very regal way)
Whoever guesses why Cartman is unnerved by Butters showing a mannerism of Kenny's gets...to have their name mentioned on the next chapter. Maybe. Or maybe on the last chapter. It depends. But, aside from that, they get to hug Butters for a maximum of twenty seconds. YAY!!
Reviews are very much appreciated. They make me smile!! (and, they make it so Kenny doesn't get "accidentally" stabbed with my pencil...)
Oh, and I know that I spelled "nevermind" wrong. I just can't stand seeing that word seperated. I think this is getting too long...Peace out!