Chapter 7
Stark's Pond
"I can't go outside, Kenny, so you're gonna have to come in," Butters explained, allowing the child in orange to walk past him. "So, what's up?"
"Mmmph mm mmumm mm mmumphmmummph mmm mmummph," Kenny explained, handing a piece of paper to Butters. It had Eric's handwriting scratched across the page.
Butters,
Meet me at Stark's Pond. There's something I need to tell you. Come, or I'll kick your ass!
Eric Cartman
Reading over the letter a few more times, Butters' heart began to race. Why did Eric want to meet him so late? Why couldn't he tell him over the phone or come over himself? His mind began to drift to the news report he had heard yesterday, "I am suggesting that Eric Cartman is just a homosexual in denial…" It couldn't be. Why would Eric have any interest in the pathetic Leopold "Butters" Stotch? That's when he noticed one detail he seemed to have overlooked in the letter. A small heart was scratched in front of the 'E' in 'Eric'. It was so small; anyone could mistake it for a smudge.
But is father told him to stay inside, so how could he possibly leave his house? Did he honestly want to disobey his father's orders? He continued to think, rubbing his chin. Which was worse, getting beat up by Eric, or getting grounded? It was a tough choice, but then another question popped into his head: How much did he want to find out if Eric loved him? With great speed, his heart began to throb against his chest. He knew his answer.
"Thanks for delivering the letter, Kenny. I'm gonna go meet Eric." A small, hopeful smile curved into his cheek.
"Mmuph mm mm, Mmuphmm!" Kenny said with glee through his hood.
Sitting at a bench, Eric crossed his arms. The sun had just set, and it was now ten past seven. Where was that bastard? He said to meet at seven, and here he was, alone. So why wasn't this 'friend to HAF' not even around? Was this a trick?
Footsteps crunched in the snow, causing Eric's ears to perk. It was about fucking time. Keeping his arms folded, Eric turned his head, watching a skinny boy seat himself next to him. Perfect.
"Butters!" Eric was taken aback. Was this some kind of joke?
"Sorry I'm late," Butters cooed, brushing his bangs away from his face.
"Right," Eric scoffed. "Who put you up to this?"
"N-no one!" Butters exclaimed in defense. "I am just doing what you told me in your note…"
"What note?" Eric demanded, swiping away the paper Butters had pulled out of his pocket. His dark eyes quickly scanned the words, flabbergasted at what they had said and to how much they resembled his handwriting. How dare Kyle do something like this to him! He already had enough shit to deal with! He didn't need anything to top off the cake!
Taking notice to his friend's anger, Butters put a hand on Eric's knee. A concerned expression filled his face. Did he do something wrong? "E-eric?" Butters cooed, gazing at the fat boy who now looked at him.
Eric's face flushed red, unconscionably placing a fat hand of his own on top of Butters'. Those cool, blue eyes teased him as they fluttered at him. Swallowing hard, Eric licked his dry lips. His heart picked up speed, throbbing against his chest. There was no escaping his faggotitus. Why was that? Eric decided to experiment.
"Actually, there is something I was wondering, Butters…But you can't tell anyone, got it?" Eric tried to keep a straight face, his heart pounding.
"Cross my heart and hope to die. Well, not really. But I promise I won't tell," Butters said, smiling.
"I want you to stay still. No matter what I do, you can't move. Okay?" Eric muttered, gripping Butters' fingers tightly.
"I'll stay as still as I can, Eric," Butters promised.
Slowly, Eric placed a hand on eat side of Butters' head. He really wasn't sure what he was doing, but hopefully this would get his faggotitus out of his system. With little force, he brought his lips closer to the blond's, causing them both to blush madly. When their lips finally met, Eric shut his eyes, trying to forget that this was real. But there was something inside wanted this to be real. It wanted him to continue on. It brought back familiar emotions from his visions.
With little effort, he slipped his tongue through the barricade that was Butters' lips. His moist tongue wrapped around the other. His hot breath and deep breathing caused the scrawny boy to shutter.
Butters didn't know what to do. He had the strangest urge to wrap his arms around the brunette, but he knew better than to disobey his orders. So, he just sat there, allowing the other boy to intertwine their tongues together.
Finally, Eric pulled away, releasing the other boy's head from his grip. That had felt just as amazing as it had felt in his dreams. He wanted to do it again, but that would be too much on the poor boy. Wait, did he actually care what Butters thought? God damn it, what was happening to him? Where was the sick bastard that caused the Civil War 2? Hoping to kill the moment, Eric pushed himself away from the blond, whistling a soft tune to himself.
Fiddling with his thumbs, Butters smiled pleasantly. He finally knew the answer to his question. And so, Butters decided to let out what he believed the answer to one of Eric's.
"I like-like you, Eric…" Butters mumbled, glancing at the fat boy.
"Uh, what?" Eric was expecting anything but this.
"I said, 'I like-like you, Eric.' I mean it, too." With that said, the blond leaned over and gave Eric a peck on the cheek.
Eric didn't know what to say.
Meanwhile, in a bush behind them, Kenny stood eagerly. He kept bouncing up and down, thrilled about what he was seeing. With great effort, he had to restrain himself from letting out a great cheer. He knew, deep in his heart, that the two boys would end up together. It wasn't official yet, so he waited, hoping the brunette would just admit his feelings.
Letting out a great sigh, Eric began to think. He had given into his urges, and still, he wanted more of it. How could that possibly be? Knowing that Butters wanted more only enticed his heart even more. Maybe there was something overpowering him. Something he never thought possible. His heart screamed for Butters; it yearned for Butters. He wanted to claim the boy for himself and himself alone.
"Well," Eric began, smirking, "I think I'm deeply in love with you…and that's not my faggotitus talking…"
Butters smiled, scooting closer to Eric. His heart was filled with much glee, but he refrained from shouting.
"Mmm mmummm!" cried Kenny, dancing in place. Eric had finally admitted his feelings! He finally wasn't in denial! The excitement that filled his body made him feel as though he were high. He just loved the feeling. Without a care, he continued to dance.
Eric was too lost in thought to really hear or notice his parka-wearing friend. In his mind, another vision ran through his mind. This time, however, he didn't deny how much he enjoyed it.
Sucking hard, the imaginary Eric gained great pleasure. His tongue licked the shaft of the fanatical Butters' penis, causing him to moan in delight. He just enjoyed the sweet taste of the erecting cock, smirking up at Butters'.
"Eric!" the real Butters cried, placing both hands on the brunette's knee. "Your wiener is growing again." The blond leaned closer, trying to figure out why this was happening. His face flushed red at the sight of it.
"That's okay, Butters," Eric cooed, rubbing the blond's head.
"But why?" Butters questioned, confused.
"You'll find out." Eric smirked, planting a wet kiss on Butters.
"Mmmph mmm!" Kenny cheered, continuing his dance.
Just then, a gun shot fired, a bullet just breezing past Kenny's head. Out of natural reaction, the boy backed away, tripping over a rock. His body slid across the snowy-filled ground in front of the two lovers, landing in the water. Eric and Butters watched as Kenny continued to glide in the water, like a penguin would in the snow. When finally stopped, Kenny had reached the middle of the pond. Without much thought, he began to swim back to shore.
Another gun shot fired, causing Butters to jump into Eric's arms. The bullet flew straight into a tree, which fell over onto Kenny, who was still in the water. The great weight of the trunk pulled him to the bottom, the poor boy having no time to catch a breath before being dragged down. Panicked, the boy squirmed under the evergreen tree. When he finally gave up hope, he let out a great scream, choking on the water.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus!" Butters cried. "That tree just killed Kenny!"
"That bastard!" Eric roared, pulling Butters close to him. "We've got to get the fuck out of here!"
With that said, the two made a mad dash away from the pond, another gunshot echoing in the distance.
"Randy, we need to talk," Sharon said, sitting next to her husband.
"No, Sharon! You never understand my problems!" Randy cried, turning away.
"I'm sorry I acted the way I did. It's just, I never really imagined I'd see my son drunk. You can still drink, but please be smart about it, okay honey?" Fluttering her eyes, Sharon leaned against her husband.
"As long as I can drink beer," Randy muttered, pulling his wife into a hug.
With a loud crash, a brick flew through their window, smashing into the television.
"What the hell is going on out there?" Sharon screeched, covering her mouth.
"Let me handle this!" Randy demanded, trying to mimic a brave superhero. Slowly, the man made his way to the window. His eyes widened at the sight. Hundreds of people filled the street, holding torches and pitchforks. They all screamed and hollered in anger, making their way for the Cartman's house.
"Holy shit," Randy blurted, causing his wife to come over.
"What's going on?" Sharon questioned.
"I think they're going to burn down the Cartman house."
"No, my poopsikins isn't home!" Liane cried, stretching her arms across the door.
"Liar!" Mr. Garrison barked. "We all know you'd protect your son! Now let him out! He needs to be punished!"
"No!" Liane screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I won't let you lay a hand on my baby!"
"Stop shieling the hell-spawn from us!" a man shouted, waving his torch.
"Give him to us!" Mr. Garrison growled, pointing his pitch fork at Liane.
"You'll have to kill me first!" she harshly breathed, swallowing hard.
Mr. Garrison lifted his pitch fork, as if about ready to strike the woman in the heart.
"Are you mad?" Sheila Broflovski screamed, pushing Mr. Garrison to the ground. "Let the poor woman live! It's the son we want!"
"I thought we were friends, Sheila," Liane whimpered, falling to her knees.
"We are, but your son must be punished!"
Standing a good few yards away from the scene, Stan and Kyle stared in shock. Were they too late? More importantly, should they encourage this or go against it.
"Holy shit, dude!" Stan cried.
"What the fuck is wrong with our town," Kyle mumbled, shaking his head.
Both Stan and Kyle were knocked to the ground by two running bodies that crashed into them.
I didn't get any help from my sister with Cartman's mini vision. It wasn't too important here, so that's why I didn't make it last long. If you think this is going to end within one more chapter, then you're in for a surprise. I have the rest of the chapters planned out, and this is going to go to chapter ten, baby! (I know that means only three more chapters). Oh, and I want you to remember that Cartman and Butters stole Stan and Kyle's lines. REMEMBER!
