Eric's closed eyes fluttered; he felt warm and Safe
The familiar smell of Butter's room alerted his senses that he was in yet another memory.
He could feel Butter's lips lightly brushing across his neck and cheek, he sighed softly. He opened his eyes just a crack, to find it was morning, he gowned before he closed them again.
"talk-talk to me Eric, you hardly talk to me anymore…" Butters whispered sadly. "I tell you um everything… "Lately Eric had been talking to butters less and less. The small blond continued "Don't you well t-trust me Eric?"
Eric sighed, keeping his eyes closed. "Constantly bitching isn't communicating, Butters" He answered lazily.
He felt Butters lips and nose nuzzling behind his ear affectionately again. " Hmmm?" Eric murmured, still tried enough to think what Butters was Talking about wasn't important.
"I-I don't do that…" Butters replied; his voice laced with hurt; clearly, he was getting tired that Eric was ignoring him. The blond looked down "I just wanted to know what-what you're up too"
Eric finally sighed, opening his eyes a bit. "Sorry, for fuck sakes…" He mumbled, holding up a tired hand to signal Butters to calm down. He still didn't seem that affected by Butters sadness or cry baby face. "It's just… my life is boring. No more plans or schemes… I just…" he shrugged casually, not even bothering to finish his explanation as to why he never really talked to butters about his feelings or passion. He honestly for the love of god didn't know what to say at the time.
"Th-then what are we doing then?" Butters asked "why… why are we even bothering if-if you don't have any feelings… for-for passion, or l-love" He mumbled unhappily.
The chestnut haired teen sighed, turning onto his other side into Butters Body. He pulled the blond close to him , then buried his head into the brook of the blonds smooth neck; kissing the light skin gently in the hopes of soothing the blond AWAY from the awkward Topic he'd chosen to bring up this morning…
Butters blushed hard But Moved away from him and got out of bed. Eric groaned and decided to stay there; He figured if Butters woke UP in a pissy mood, he'd be in one all day long-so why get up to follow him and tell him he was sorry for being so vague? Butters should know by now... Eric T Cartman could sometimes be a generally vague person...
Propping himself up in the bed, Eric looked around but didn't see Butters or his sweet smile. He should have just answered his question… he could of at least told Butters that his Passion and his love was for him; that he just wanted to stay with Butters as long as he possibly could; and get out of this shitty ass town. Instead, he'd acted like an asshole, yet again- ruined a moment.
He figured this was the beginning of their deteriorating relationship; thank god he was already past THOSE moments though. Then again Eric had a sinking feeling he'd hate re-watching and re-living their 'happy' relationship moments just as much … if not more…
Everything flashed and he found himself Slipping through the familiar door of KFC, Eric stood toward the back of the KFC restaurant-his eyes shifting behind the counter to notice the small blond moving back and forth, doing his best to keep things clean and organized. That in itself might seem like a horrible task for Butters… But Eric wasn't surprised since Butters always did such a GOOD job.
"I came here so many times to meet you, to get you, to…wait for you…" Eric mumbled to himself as he sunk back into the memory.
His eyes focused on the familiar face of Clyde, who was standing at the serving counter, ordering his bucket of chicken. Eric remembered this day; he'd come in to work and saw what he THOUGHT was Clyde hitting on Butters. It pissed him off him immensely, and he'd put a stop to it by running Clyde off.
Of course, begin able to watch his memories in reverse, made Eric realize how many mistakes he'd made- this being one of them. He'd always been a bit jealous and possessive, but looking back, Eric wondered if he'd been stifling Butters. Did he have to ward off everyone that went near Butters? How come he hadn't trusted the blond? It's not like BUTTERS would ever cheat on HIM. He was fiercely loyal.
Eric walked over to the counter, catching the tail end of their conversation
"It's looks very cute..." Clyde gave a shrugged with smirk
"Yo-you think so?" Butters smiled at his off and on again friend Clyde.
The chestnut haired teen leaned against leaned against the counter, beside the tall skinny jock " what fucking looks cute…" He asked in dry tone trying to scare him. When Butters turned, his face flushed hard at Eric. Clyde didn't seem at all phased "Come on asshole, let me in on what's so cute" he growled, standing over Clyde.
"Nothing." Clyde mumbled, taking his bucket of chicken as Butters set the greased bag on the counter. Looking back to Butters, The brunette nodded " thank you, I will see you around ?" He said, giving the blond another small smile- before he left.
Eric was about to go after him, but he just gave him a death glare as he left, before he turned back to Butters "What was that about? What looks so cute?! Tell me!" He said firmly
"um well I …I was just asking him if he thought you would like my new shirt.." He blushed hard while tugging on the hem of his V-neck shirt. It WAS a new shirt, and Eric realized he actually hadn't seen it before.
Eric felt a little embarrassed at that and Butters must have notice this"you-you don't like it do you? Oh hamburgers! I knew it I-"Butters is cut off as Eric grabbed his shirt and pulled him in to a deep kiss. "Shut up butters, an-and it does kinda look cute "His voiced cracked but Butters loved the comment either way.
Butters smiled warmly and blushed hard
Eric's eyes ran over him. Fuck… why had he ever wanted to give someone like this up? Butters Scotch, contrary to Eric Cartman , who would never hurt a soul; not emotionally, and certainly not physically. At least, not on purpose.
As the room began to shimmer and distort, Eric kept his hand clutched around the string of Butters apron... Like if he didn't let go, they couldn't erase this memory.
When he blinked, he wasn't clutching onto Butter's apron anymore.. Instead, his hands were clenching the steering wheel of his pickup truck and Butters was with him looking out the front window watching the sun set.
"so um what do you think?" He blushed hard, glancing toward Butters as he parked the Truck at the top of the hill of Stark's Pond.
The small blond beside him gave him a smile "I-I love it Eric, it's so wonderful out here"
Eric just smirked "well …it was nothing"
"th-that's not true, you're a really swell guy Eric this is the most fun I had in a while and…and" Butters stopped and looked into Eric's eyes " Your eyes… there so calm and se-sexy"
Eric raised a brow and looked at Butters. The blond, realizing what he'd said, clasped his hands over his mouth before flushing an even deeper red.
"Seriously?" Eric asked
Butters looked scared for a moment "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean … well I did but I didn't mean for it to sound so um… faggy"
Eric couldn't help but chuckle as he pushed the lever that dropped the blond's seat until he was practically lying down.
The truck was roomy, and with nothing between the driver and passenger's seats Eric was able to easily able to push himself forward and gently position on top of the small helpless butters.
"E-Eric…" The blond blushed hard, as everything seem to stop.
Eric looked into his eyes and smirked evil , placing his ruff lips over the small Butters own, butters eyes began to close shut, Eric forced his tongue slowly into others mouth, licking everything inside causeing a small sigh to escape from the blond.
Butters arms slid up his chest and wrapped around his neck pulling him closer as Eric rubbed his hands up and down Butter's small hips causing the other to let out a soft moan, Eric has always been asked what he wanted; I guess he finally found it in butters.
Slim legs wrap tightly around his large waist, not wanting this moment to end it was a wonderful night that Eric loved and so did Butters
Eric pulled Butters close, as he started to fade into the darkness "no... I don't want to lose this fucking one… for fuck sakes don't take this from me!" he shouted but it was too late.
When Eric blinked open his eyes, he was no longer in the car, but flat on his back in his own backyard. Looking beside him, he saw Butters also lying there; looking up at the sky. It was the early evening; the sky was just changing to blue, pink and purple.
Confused initially as to what memory this was, Eric looked to the other side of him to see a tall headstone, which read; CLYDE FROG
"The funeral…." He mumbled to himself, as it all came back to him
Butters turned and looked at Eric with worry in his eyes "E-Eric? A-are you feeling better?" He asked sweetly.
"Fuck no" Eric spoke a bit angrier then he needed too. It was the anniversary of Clyde frog death
Eric's attention turns from the small headstone, when he felt Butters nestle up beside him, and wrap his arms around his waist. "H-he was a –a great childhood friend …and he-he was lucky to have such a –a good friend …like you I-I bet you love him as much as any kid would" butters offered gently, as his fingers ran down his chest as he rested his head on his chest. Something about that struck Eric, and he looked down at the loyal blond by his side. Shifting over, the tall foot ball player repositioned them, so he was propping himself up over butters- who was looking up at him a bit curiously…. Even slightly blushing; maybe he was worried he said something wrong
"I'm going to miss him…" Eric muttered deeply. "But... At least I still have someone to take of" He said, running his fire eyes over Butters angelic face "I still have someone who loves me…. And someone that I love" Eric blushed full red as he said that while getting closer to the small butters while the small bear named Clyde JR. sat beside them.
A small, graceful smile slowly grew on Butters lips as he looked dreamily up and into his chocolate like eyes, they exchange a tender kiss …
"No … for fuck sakes no!" Eric said aloud, as they finished kissing. "I don't want to forget this one... "He said "leave it alone ... Leave it here" He begged, pressing his forehead against the memory of Butters.
He'd been the only one to comfort him; The ONLY person who'd been able to make him feel better after lose of Clyde frog, after so many years of begin broken. Everyone else had just said: 'dude get over it' or 'who was that?' …. But Butters had been a shoulder to cry on and spend the whole day with him while telling Eric, he was the best friend Clyde Frog or even Butters could ask for. He WAS a good friend- but he never feel like he was second ….
Butters had never been second…
At least … he hadn't intended Butters to ever feel like he second …He closed his eyes and let himself into the darkness
"Can I open them now?" Eric asked with chuckle, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips as he sat on the edge of butters bed. Eric had his eyes closed and since Butters had said that he had something to show him. He heard rustling around, accompanied by small giggles "no-not yet Eric! And no peeking! "
Eric just chuckled at the blond, "just hurry up"
Finally, heard footsteps coming toward him "Um o-okay... ya can look now" Butters announced a loud.
Eric slowly opened his eyes and was met with the nervous-but excitedly smiling-face of his blond boyfriend, sporting a new, blue short sleeve button-up shirt, and new jeans that hugged to his slender legs. "Do-do um ya like it?" He asked shyly.
"Damn …babe" Eric mouth hung open, watching as Butters turned around to further model his new outfit. "You look so fucking hot…" He smirked "you look good enough to eat …"
"You know, how about we skip dinner…" He purred as he pulled him closer and Butters lowered his head, and they shared a deep kiss. He ran his hands up the blond's body pulling him into his lap.
"I could eat you instead…" He continued huskily.
Eric started to hump butters, but butters pulled away "E-Eric, I don't want to rip these new Clothes" He giggled, he was able to get himself out of Eric's grip, Butters made his way into the bathroom; it was dulling the light that shone outside-but when Butters started to change, Eric couldn't help but think he just looked even more angelic.
"Butters…" Eric Laughed then decides to be a bit playful.
But Butters just chuckled and smiled while taking off his shirt "what-what is it Eric?" He asked, that's when he feels Eric pulls him close and started licking his neck "tasty…" He spoke softly breathing in his ear.
"Ah-ah!" Butters moaned and rubbed against Eric while feeling Eric start to get horny.
"I don't want to forget this…" Eric said desperately. "Not THIS one, either!" He begged and pleaded; well aware he'd asked to keep the previous memory… but hell... now that he seemed to be going back into the parts of his relationship with Butters when he was happiest, he didn't want to erase anymore.
Losing the bad memories- maybe he could live with that.
But loosing the GOOD memories was turning out to be hell for him..
Eric held the blond tightly to him but only for the memory to turn into the puff of smoke along with everything else.
When he emerged from the smoke, he wasn't in Butters bedroom anymore.
Suddenly, Eric was in the woods.
It was daylight again- early morning; crisp weather suddenly flooding through his senses. Looking around, Eric took a few steps forward "Butters?"" He called.
As he rounded one particular tree- he jumped at the sight of the small blond jumping out at him.
"For fuck sakes! Butters!" Eric exclaimed, caught off guard as his heart raced. He forgot that this was the morning he and Butters decided to skip class which is something that butters hardly ever does. They'd wrapped up the day by going to see a movie. Butters had gone around hiding in different places, and Eric went around looking for him.
The blond looked worried for his boyfriend "O-oh I'm sorry Eric, I didn't think I would scare you that much!" but then the two started laughing.
"Butters… I'm so fucking sorry I am … I am such dumb ass" Eric pleaded, walking along behind the memory of Butters as they moved through the forest.
The blond just smiled, but seemed content, " I-I know Eric but there's nothing you can do now" He said; like Butters was Eric's own subconscious, talking and interacting with him. " Y-you should at least relax and en-enjoy it while you still can"
" NO! I can't! No more! I've gotta stop it!"" Eric said with an air of determination to his voice; he quickened his pace in order to walk beside Butters. "I've gotta wake up before I lose you for good!" He said, look at the blond intensely. "I don't want to FORGET this… not any of this I-I love you too fucking much for that " he blushed hard and butters did the same as he sat down on a fallen tree, " do-do you mean that Eric?" Butters looked at him closely, Eric just nodded. " can't you just cancel it?" He asked watching as Eric sits down.
"I fucking can't cancel it, they've already started! I've already lost some memories of you… "Eric said dishearteningly
Butters looked to the sky –appearing like he was thinking hard "then-then just wake up!"
Eric just shook his head and didn't answer. Glancing toward Butters, even though it was dumb idea but it was worth a shot He closed his eyes and tried to pinch himself really hard. It didn't work. When he opened his eyes, he was still sitting on that fallen tree beside Butters, in his memory.
Butters looked at him with hope in his eyes " well? Did-did it work?" He asked sweetly.
" oh yeah. I'm so awake right now!" Eric retorted sarcastically.
The blond looked down embarrassingly- and once again, Eric felt bad. Why did he say things like that to Butters? The Poor little Teen didn't deserve it, and the more Eric saw him, The worse he felt.
Leaning over, he pulled Butters into his lap and wrapped his arms around him- and nestled his nose against the blond's. Lifting his chin, their lips brushed against one another and Eric sighed …
When he opened his eyes, his arms were wrapped around but nothing but thin air, and Butters was gone. He was alone.
Standing up, Eric Looked around the woods wildly- beginning to panic as the true reality of what he'd done began to set in.
They were erasing Eric from his soul … his mind .. his heart. He was loosing memories left and right, and they wouldn't stop until he ceased to know Butters Scotch: The only boy he loved, the boy he needed, the boy whose heart he'd crushed.
" Stop it… stop it! " Eric whispered to himself, his eyes beginning to tear up. Running through the woods a little ways, he yelled out " Call it off!" He shouted, praying that Danny or even at least Dr. Alice would hear him.
Turning around frantically, he looked up toward the sky "I know you can hear me, mother fuckers! Wake me up!" He cursed to the skies. Panting heavily, Eric looked around trying to think of a way out;. A way to wake himself up and stop this whole thing before the past ten years of his life became a waste…
Spotting a steep hill, Eric bolted toward it- running full speed, preparing to throw himself down the hill, in hopes of jerking himself awake. That's how these things worked, right? if you hurt yourself or 'fell' in a dream, you often jolted yourself awake. Gritting his teeth together, Eric reached the end of the steep edge, and jumped….
Instead of landing on a forest floor, Eric Jolted up in the darkness; Stars and an open surrounding him as he found himself in the back his old truck. Looking around confusedly, he noticed that he truck was parked on a hill- and was facing a good view of South Park.
"Fuck…" Eric mumbled to himself.
He and Butters had gotten into the habit of going out and watching the stars, it made Butters very happy to watch the stars, Eric always like seeing how butters would point out the stars and how he would cross his fingers when a fallen star would past by.
But it was hard to enjoy this trip down 'memory lane' …. Since Eric was all too aware it be his LAST trip. The bridge was literally burning down behind him
He felt Butters snuggle up closer to him as they lay in the back of the truck, watching the stars " it's so beautiful tonight Eric…" The blond giggled gently.
"Yeah it is…. But not as Beautiful as you" Eric spoke softly with a smirk, Hold him closer.
Butters blushes full red at the comment "s-stop it Eric, you make me blush" He said cutely.
Eric Sighed and held Butters closer to him, Forcing the blond to look at him. " I want to stop this, Butters" He sighed. "We need to find a way… to at least hide you" He mumbled, before he paused " or at least …. The memory of you"
" E-Eric you did your best…" He said in a sad tone. "J-just enjoy the stars while you still can…"
The tall football player looked to him firmly "No, Butters. I don't want that…. It's not over yet" He admitted. "We're not done. This was such a bad, fuckin' idea" He grumbled, sliding out of the back of the open-ended, and pulling Butters with him.
" W-where are we going Eric?" The blond asked quickly.
Eric pulled him along as he marched across the open field, away from his vehicle. "I lost you once I'm not gonna lose you again!" He snapped. "This is my head, so I can do whatever I want, right?" Eric reassured himself; if he believed it, it could be true.
Maybe in a memory Butters never really Existed in before; after all, if he took Butters to a memory where he didn't belong-the doctor and his intern performing this procedure couldn't FIND him, right? He'd be able to keep a piece of Butters alive…
When he opened his eyes, Eric was surprised to find himself in a toy store.
He furrowed his brow, and noticed Butters was still in his arms. "Son of bitch… it's working" He smiled, looking around and holding the small blond tighter. His eyes finally settled on a couple of people further down the toy isle.
It was HIM…. At least… a 5 year old bratty version of him. God he was so well big boned. Eric watched as he and his Mother pointed out a particular green frog that he was yelling and begging his mom to buy.
"This was when I first got Clyde frog…" Eric recalled aloud.
Butters looked sad, but also looking around in utter confusion " B-But this doesn't make sense, I wasn't here for this.."
"Exactly." Eric smirked. " They won't be able to find you in THIS memory… Because This Memory had nothing to do with you. So I can hid you here … and when I wake up tomorrow... I'll still remember you" he smiled in relief…
Meanwhile
Danny furrowed his grow…
"Huh…" He mumbled.
Dr. Alice was busy looking through some files; she didn't look up as she heard Danny's Voice. "What, Danny?" She asked lazily, flipping through some papers.
"… well um… Mr. Cartman is … off the map" He said awkwardly.
The doctor sat up and looked over at him " what do you mean he's off the map?"
" uh , well the map. The digital map and layout we'd structured to erase…. He's not responding, now. I'm not getting a reading" He said worriedly.
Dr. Alice stood up and headed over to Eric's Lifeless looking body, as it lay motionless on the hospital bed he was connected to. Examining him to see if he was conscious or in any kind of mental or emotional distress, She came to the conclusion that Eric was still fine; at least, not in any pain as a result of the procedure.
Moving over to the computer, she took over for Danny and began to extend the map of Eric's mind- looking for the section where she could find an active reading.
"It's not possible he's hiding… right?" Danny asked tentatively. " I mean-It wouldn't be the first time that's happened" he muttered. " that small blond we did the other week did the same thing when I was trying to erase HIS memory" Danny Grumbled annoyingly. " Took me three hours to find the freak… he just kept jumping around into all these memories. I mean, for god sakes " He scoffed to himself.
Dr. Alice sighed, Ignoring Danny's comment for the moment as he searched. " There…" The young woman said finally ; getting a lock on the active part of Eric's Memory. " Very strange indeed…" She mumbled. " He is in a memory that is in NO way related to the subject he asked us to erase. But, there's also no proof that the jump from the memory-map was intentional. Sometimes the mind reverts back to the place of peace and happiness when the patient is stressed, or experience a sensation of grief; loss" She pointed out. Typing a few quick commands and sighed " Let's just get Mr. Cartman back on track, shall we? I'd like to finish before 1am this time" He grumbled.
Back in Eric's state of mind
Eric and Butters wandered around the memory of the toy store; The football player fiercely holding his hand… but satisfied with the fact he'd managed to 'hide' this little bit of Butters in another part of his memory.
"W-why are all these rows filled with well different colored frogs?" Butters asked curiously, leaning against Eric as they walk down the next row of toys.
Eric just shrugged , wrapping his arm around Butters. "I dunno, maybe because I was just a kid….so… I didn't notice any other toys? The memory is a fucked up place, and entirely accurate, Butters" He grumbled, Having seen enough shit over the pass…
Wait… how long had been inside head? Eric realized he had no concept of time in here.
"Oh hamburgers!" Butters exclaimed, bringing Eric out of his thoughts, looking up to find his blond boyfriend looking terrified- Eric saw he was staring down the length of the toy store… lights were shutting off one by one; a darkness approaching them.
Eric clenched his Teeth. "Fuck!" He yelled, now having experience of what his 'memories' tended to do before they got erased. "Motherfucker! Fuck you bitch!" He yelled to the ceiling, hoping that the doctor could hear him.
Didn't that give them some kind of clue! If he was going so far as to try and hide in other, unmapped memories…didn't that tell him he didn't want to do this anymore?
" oh-oh god! There looking for us! I'm going to be gone forever!" Butters started painc, pulling his hair with his one hand as his other hand clenched into Eric's strong, desperate grip. " y-you can't hide me d-deep enough! Oh geez!"
Eric narrowed his eyes, throwing his arms around Butters. " Fuck this!" He snapped, closing his eyes and willing himself into another memory. He'd done it before; he could do it again..
Opening his eyes again, Eric found he was in bed; he was panting heavily and lying on his back. He suddenly became painfully aware of how aroused he was.. his stiff dick was in his hand as he continued masturbating… while moaning Butters name.
" oh jeez…" The flustering blond exclaimed turning away, lying in bed beside him.
Eric had to be about thirteen in memory. " Sh-shut up butters.." Eric panted, Continuing to masturbate.
" Eric, Honey?" The sound of his mom's voice came from outside of his room. His eyes shot open as his mother walked in; Butters tried to hunker down beneath the sheets of Eric's bed ( that It would matter, since the memory of his mother wouldn't be able to see this memory of Butters hiding out in his bed). " Dinner is almost ready-" She froze when she noticed her son, lying on his bed, frantically trying hide his erection " MOM!" "Oh there's not need to be shy everybody does it at your age" "MOM GET OUT!" Eric yelled at her, "alright sweetie … I'll just leave dinner out for you, ok?" she called as she closed the door.
The chestnut boy sunk back, groaning in complete humiliation.
Fuck. He'd forgotten that his mother had walked in on him masturbating when he was younger. It was an awkward moment that MOST boys had to deal with. It didn't help that his mom talk to him about the birds and bee's later on…
Suddenly, Eric heard Butters giggling hysterically from beneath the sheets.
"Shut the fuck up!" He hissed uncomfortably; blushing deeply and turning on his side away from the memory of Butters he was trying so desperately to save.
Alright, so he hadn't really been thinking when he decided to transfer them both to this humiliating point in his life.
The blond giggled and spooned up against Eric's back. " A-aw Eric… it's alright… shucks it happens to everyone.." He said, still trying to stifle his cute laugh.
"Fuck you" He sighed in obvious embarrassment. "Fuck you so hard" He growled.
Butters smiled, "That-that would be more effective than masturbating, h-huh?" He giggled
"What?" Eric smirked, turning and grabbing Butters. The blond squeaked and laughed as the brown haired bad boy wrapped his arms around him playfully and began to kiss him. " I guess this is a small price to pay if I get to keep you hidden sexy…" He mumbled "so you saw me masturbating … I can live with that. I fucked your brains out, so it's not like you're new to this …" He licked his lips
Butters laughed and blushed "B-But I've never seen a thirteen year old Eric jack-jacking off to himself" He pointed out.
Back in the real world
"Fuck" Danny sighed. "Sorry… um… He'd off the map again" He grumbled unhappily.
Dr. Alice sighed, coming back around toward the computer. "Well … voluntary or not, this is becoming bothersome. We better hurry" She said to herself while typing a few commands and beginning to search Eric's Brain for stimulated Activity.
Back with other two
Butters and Eric had shifted under his blankets and were lying in his bed.
"D-Do you hear that?" He asked curiously, hearing something that sounded like wind.
Pulling himself from beneath the covers, Eric found they were still in bed… but no longer in his room. They were in the middle of Stark's Pond, Right by the frozen pond.
"FUCK!" Eric cursed, realizing that Danny or Dr. Alice was putting him back on track, once again.
Well…. There goes any memory of him getting caught masturbating by his mother…
At least that wasn't one he'd miss. Not at all.
" pl-please don't let me go!" Butters mutters as Eric tugged him along the ice
They were at Stark's pond; the whole thing was solidly frozen over, while around them, the empty fields were covered in white blankets of snow.
Eric laughed, pulling the reluctant blond along anyway. "Come on Butters don't you trust me?"
They weren't skating; Eric had just wanted to slide around the ice on his boots. Unfortunately, he lost his footing, and went tumbling down onto his back after hooking his grip on the slippery, frozen surface. Butters tumbled right down with him.
Surprisingly, the blond laughed instead of crying- as he landed right on top of Eric. Smiling, the chestnut haired teen wrapped his arms around Butters, who shifted and posited himself, straddling Eric's waist. The broader teen sat up, instinctively wrapping his arms around the small framed blond.
Eric nestled his nose against Butter's " I love you so fucking much" He purred gently.
" I um love you …" The small teen answered , wrapping his arms even tighter around Eric's neck as they sat on the ice.
Eric lifted his chin as Butters snuggled his head into his neck and chest, enjoying just being held. Eric sighed and looked up to the chilly, light snowy sky above " I could die right now, Butters. I'm just... Happy. I've never felt that before" He admitted genuinely and truthfully. "I'm exactly where I want to be …. Right here with you"
Realizing he couldn't do anything to escape this, Eric's eyes began to well up with tears again …
He closed his eyes; regretting ever setting foot in the unknown company ….
As the bell rang, Eric slowly opened his eyes; they were still teary, but now, he found himself in their high school hallway …. Not at the stark's pond with butters.
He shifted slightly as students file past him without even giving him another look, Before he caught sight of Butters walking from the classroom. As soon as he saw Eric, his face lit up and he scurried over to him " H-Hi" He greeted sweetly, snuggling into Eric's Chest.
"I asked you if you missed me….." He said gently; Bleary, heartbroken eyes still looking at the blond before him.
Butters smiled and blushed, " I-I always miss you …" The memory answered. " B-but not as much as you miss me"
Eric smiled weakly as he and Butters began to walk down the hall.
"You have no idea how right you were. Butters" Eric sighed, Talking to himself again as he started at the blond he walked hand in hand with. "I always thought YOU would miss ME- more then I'd ever miss you" He described.
They stopped at Butters locker as he began to exchange his books for their next period; which happened to be together.
"I hope you fucking regretted this as much as I do…When you were going through this." He continued to speak to the memory like it was ACTALLY butters. " I hope you realized what a fucking mistake this was… how stupid we were, and how easy it would have been to fix it- if we'd both known what we'd be giving up " He continued sadly.
His eyes ran over Butters face, as the memory began to go on shly about whatever it is they'd talked about that day. For some reason, The sound of the memory had cut out… and now it was aching slience, as his memory mimed the rest.
Eric Noticed the students around them had no faces anymore… a sign that this memory was coming to an end, "but maybe you didn't regret it…" Eric uttered in a low, hurt voice. "Maybe I'd fucked things up so much, you were happy to wipe me and our past away" He said.
He reached out to touch Butters- But as the memory flickered to darkness, then back to the memory… Eric found he was the only one in the school hall.
"Please just stop…" He sighed, sliding back down against the lockers to sit on the floor.
When Eric lifted his head he found himself in Stan's House- yet another party, hosted by their caption of soccer team himself Stan. This time Eric Fortunately wasn't hitting on any other girl there, and he and Butters weren't separated.
They were curled up on the couch together. They were seated in the corner of Stan's living room sofa's ; Eric in the corner with Butters nestled right in beside him, almost tight on his lap.
"I'm …I'm a l-little tipy I guess" Butters giggled, nestling his nose and lips into Eric's neck.
He smiled solemnly, but didn't say anything. He was too depressed. Why bother? This was just one disappointing scene after the other. He still remembered this night; even though he and Butters were mostly drunk, and had somehow stumbled into Stan's Patents rooms, and had sex before they passed out there.
Looking over at the Memory of butters, Eric was surprised to see the memory staring at him contently. " Y-you're not enjoying this, are you?" his imagination clarified.
" for the first time , Can't say that I am …" He muttered back, resting his head against Butters.
The small blond snuggled closer to him. Eric looked over at the memory of his lover, wrapped in his arms. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on his soft lips.
Suddenly, the party went silent, and when Eric looked up – all the party guest's were gomel there wasn't even any furniture to be seen, except the one couch they were sitting on.
Letting out a annoyed sigh, Eric rested his forehead against Butters. " It would be different…" He whispered "… if we could just start all fucking over…" the chestnut haired teen expressed woefully
Butters looked up at him with his big, blue eyes
"Think of me … Remember me…" The blond said, holding Eric's large hand in his small one while giving him a sweet hopeful smile. "I- I know you can do it. We can …"He said
Learning forward, Butters bumped his nose against Eric's in an Eskimo peck
Then like a flash he was gone.
Eric was left alone; He could only stare down at the empty spot where Butters had once been …
He wanted to ask WHEN this whole fucking thing would end … But Eric already knew the answer to that , It wouldn't stop until Every last memory he had of Butters was gone …