I can't believe is not butter: Eric, are you sure you're ok?
I can't believe is not butter: I'm very worried about you
Eric: I'm fine, stop messaging me
Eric: Coming already
Eric: Just like Kenny when he thinks about ya
"Leo, are you okay?" Kenny asked, seeing his currently-confusing-relationship-status-boy blushing because of a message.
"Yes, yes! I-Is just Eric messing around." The blonde looked away, trying to avoid the subject. He still haven't believed that he was able to confess to Kenny. After the kiss, they just talked about their feelings and danced together, and it was a very pleasant situation to take that height of his shoulders.
"If he says something bad you can tell me ok?" Kenny offered a warm smile.
"Super boyfriend to the rescue." Craig mocked, playing a heroic tune on his cellphone. "Super Kenneth, the savior of adorable blondies, the hero of boys with troubles."
"Are you realy sure you're not talking about yourself?" Kenny answered. "But anyway, I'm being serious ok Leo? I don't want Cartman manipulating you again."
"Ah thank you Ken, but don't worry, okay? Eric is not so mean with me anymore, so is okay."
"Jeez Butters, stop talking about me. Kenny is going to be jealous about your secret crush." Cartman sat on the floor, being followed by Wendy, who took the place next to Bebe. It was weird. They weren't fighting, or making fun of each other, actually it looked like they were avoiding any kind of visual contact.
"Don't worry bro, I don't have such of a low self-esteem. If you want him, you have to fight me!" Kenny chuckled, his embrace getting tighter.
"Ok, ok, lovebirds, let's start the game, ok?" Said Token, already spinning the bottle. "Bebe, you're up."
"Give me your worst dare bitch. #DangerousWoman here." Bebe giggled, taking a sip of her cup.
"Ok, this is a special for you Clyde. Consider forgiving me after that! Bebe, you have to say five things that you like about Clyde."
"Boring." Craig mumbled.
"Bro, I love you bro." Clyde made a heart sign towards Token.
"Oh God." Bebe rolled her eyes. "Let's see... He's cute, he worries a lot about me, he tries his best to be with everyone he loves, his cheeks are perfect to pinch, he always remembers important days for our relationship and he has a cute smile... Oh God, why I'm suddenly realizing how Clyde is an awesome boyfriend? Am I that drunk? Come here cute ball of chubiness cuteness!" The blonde jumped on the arms of her boyfriend, that only had time to spin the bottle before holding her.
"My second favorite blonde in the world, your turn!"
"T-Truth!" Tweek said, without even blinking. Dares were a big no on his anxiety checklist.
"Time to confess your sins, young man!" Clyde said with a devilish smile. "Tell us something that nobody, even Craig, knows."
"Oh Jesus..." The blonde started to regret his safe choice, knowing exactly what he would have to say. "Two years ago I confused some things and almost beated up a guy. In other words, if Kenny wasn't there I'd have kind of make the bitch suffer with the fist of revenge?"
"You have to say the names buddy! Is not fun otherwise."
"Well hm... Remember Craig's friend, Thomas? The guy with Tourette?" Tweek tried to escape from Craig's lap, but his embrace was too fucking strong.
"What the fuck babe?" Craig raised an eyebrown.
"I THOUGHT HE WAS TRYING TO STEAL YOU FROM ME! HE WAS ALWAYS AROUND AND AHHH I FEEL SO STUPID NOW!" Tweek blushed, covering his face with his hands.
"Oh I remember that." Kenny said. "Tweek was looking like a barbarian or some shit, he looked like he was ready to a murder spree."
"He gets a little bit nuts when he's jealous or trying to protect me." Craig kissed the blonde hair. "Since nobody died, I can say is cute. Spin the bottle, babe."
"A-Already did. Your turn."
"How you managed to... nevermind. Give me a dare, babe."
"No no no no no!" Bebe interrupted. "Is not fair if Tweek do this because he'll be good with you! I'll say the dare, and the dare is, give me your secret! Give us the secret!"
"What? Yeah, I think you're drunk enough to act crazy."
"I'm being serious! Give us relationship advice! I wanna a live on the happy bubble just like you fuckers!"
"Oh God, this suddenly became a lot gayer that I thought at first. Not that I'm the one complaining." Craig said, chuckling a little. "Let's see.. Bebe, buy a boat on your wedding, you'll need it. Clyde, learn how to open bras, Kenny take Butters to a therapist and kick his father on the balls, Cartman kill yourself, Wendy don't date gay guys, Stan don't call me, Kyle learn some Kama Sutra shit and be more addictive than booze... Man, I'm good at this, I could really be a love therapist or something."
"I think you would make your clients cry." Kenny stated, spinning the bottle for him. "Is Cartman's turn now."
"Now we're getting to the good shit." Craig had a evil smile. "Ready to pay for years of suffering fatass? I won't fucking hesitate bitch."
"Too bad that I'm choosing truth, so go cry to your boyfriend, bitch." Cartman flipped him off.
"I think you're the one that will cry to learn a lesson, never flip off the king of this art." Craig stared at him, making a dramatic pause. "Eric Cartman, tell us the name of your crush."
When Craig finished his words, there was a weird quick sucession of events. Cartman blinked fast, lie his brain was trying to compute the message. Then his eyes stopped on Wendy for time enough to anyone notice it. Then he blushed like crazy and got up.
"Screw you guys I'm going to not play anymore!"
"Can he do that?"Tweek asked.
"Dude is Cartman." Kyle stated. "Just let he do what he wants and is going to be better to everyone."
