When his eyes opened, he found he was in his room- lying in a bed with strewn sheets in his black boxers.
He sleepily looked around for something-before he got up and pulled on his baggy jeans
Heading out of his room and scuffing his long, chestnut colored hair, he headed downstairs with a yawn. Eric could hear small noises coming from the kitchen, and it made him smile. As he wandered in, He saw Butters making breakfast; the blond turned from the stove to look at the doorway he gave a sweet smile when he noticed it was Eric.
Butters looked so adorable; he too was in his hello kitty boxers only he was wearing the red Extra large T-shirt Eric had worn the night before. "Good M-Morning!" He said gently, a blush tainting his pale cheeks in the early morning light. "Um... I didn't want to wake you, I was going to-to make you breakfast in bed…" He explained while blushing recalling the events that took place last night.
" It's alright" Eric soothed, walking up to him and grabbing his the small framed butters and holding him close to his body "Morning…" he purred placing a kiss on the side of Butter's temple. The blond leaned into a bit, before Eric moved back to his round kitchen table, and sat down.
Butter sat two plats of sweet pancakes with crispy bacon on the side; Butters brought them over and set them on the table. "This looks great" Eric pointed out.
"g-gee thanks Eric that means a lot coming from you…" Butters smiled warmly "I-I made this-this especially for you … I p-promise you'll love it. " He began to eat his own food as he watched a sleepily Eric.
The football player rolled his eyes as he smirked, before taking a big bit. He bought it to his lips, and started to chew and swallow it down his throat. Surprisingly, it wasn't bad- and the expression must have shown on Eric's face, because Butters smile grew even more hopeful.
"It's … great as always" He admitted
Butters smiled shyly " I-I took my time and made it just for you" He admitted. "I'm gl-glade you always love my cooking, it makes me happy…" He explained.
Taking another big bit, Eric finally finished off his last piece of pancakes and patted his lap. Butters let out a small cute giggle before he moved from his seat, and slid onto Eric's Knee.
"I enjoy waking up with you" He said gently, placing a kiss on Butters pale neck, which was now riddled with small bite marks and hickies.
The blond blushed and nestled closer against Eric. "w-was this…a… one night stand?" He asked sadly.
"No" Eric answered, furrowing his brow. "Why the fuck would you think that?"
Butters looked down, "I-I just…. No one has ever …well um last night wa-was my first um… time" He tried to explain; Eric could see him getting more and more red., his eyes almost welling with tears. "It's just hard to believe t-that you're not …going to…"
"Butters" Eric soothed, wrapping his arms tighter around the blond. "Last night was NOT a one-night stand. It was the FIRST stand" he smiled warmly. "And there will be many more 'stands' to come." Eric purred reassuringly as he placed a gentle kiss on Butters lips." Your all mine… were officially together now"
The small teen in his lap chocked out a happy, relieved sob and threw his arms around Eric's neck in a tight embrace…
Eric held him back as tightly as he could. "No… please for god sakes no" He mumbled aloud, tears beginning to, once more, form in his own eyes. "No, NOT this one… not this one… not this one!" He begged, knowing exactly what memory happened prior to this one…
His first time sleeping with Butters….
Eric flopped down on the bed next to Butters, Completely out of breath, but completely satisfied. They were fully naked-lying side by side as their breathing began to regulate once more.
"Oh my..." Butters spoke out of breath. "Um it's kinda-kinda chilly in here" The blond said.
The chestnut looked to him with a small smirk, and grabbed the blankets that lay bunched at the end of his bed. He brought them up in a big gesture- pulling them right overhead, so he and Butters were nestled beneath the blankets completely in a 'mock' fort. His lover squeaked, before shifting over closer to Eric, as they faced one another.
The two smiled at one another warmly; Butters wasn't even shying away as much as they lay in the afterglow of their physical connection, Eric let out a slow sigh, closing his weary eyes.
But Butters stayed awake; his large, curious baby blue orbs running over Eric's face.
"E-Eric…" Butters whispered lightly.
Eric shifted his head; bust didn't open his eyes as he answered. "Mhmh?"
"Am I …Am I…ugly?" The blond asked.
Eric opened his eyes shifting closer to butters; his brow furrowed and he shook head. "No"
" I-I …um I just always … thought …" Butters stammered lowering his eyes nervously as a blush crept onto his cheeks. "I-I know, no one really likes me… I'm j-just …plan old me "He whispered, Eric noticed him biting his lower lip, through his eyes were still pointed down; like he was trying not to cry. " I wish w-was like you… I w-wish I was …like you so brave " He stopped himself again and quietly whimpered.
It was heartbreaking to listen to him trying to pour his heart out- since it was clearly hard to do, He remembered feeling bad for Butters; he hated the fact that others would treat him like shit…and Eric knew then and there, that he'd start then and there to help Butters become braver.
Shifting over, Eric leaned down over Butters and Began to place light, tender kisses along his cheek, jaw and temple "You're beautiful, Butters…" He whispered against his skin. His hands came up to softly run through Butters soft silky hair as he continued to soothe him "You're not like anyone else …and that's not a bad thing..." He mumbled. Frankly, that was what Eric loved most about him. As much as HE liked things his way and controlling things- and found he didn't care what anyone else thought about him –Butters had been the one exception.
"Eric…." Butters spoke speechless, closing his eyes as he leaned his head up toward Eric's affection; his arms coming to wrap around the broad waist of Chestnut haired who laid a top him, " D-don't ever leave me.. Please" He begged.
He pressed his lips to Butter's in a deep, brief kiss, " I won't" Eric swore seriously, before he began to kiss his way down the column of the blonds' throat, then back up to his jaw…
But suddenly, Butter's appearance seemed to turn a bit more transparent, then, in an instant, he was completely gone, and Eric was lying on the bed alone.
"No…" He whimpered, crawling up the bed as he clutched to the sheets desperately. "Please let me keep this memory…" Eric begged to tears softly.
When Eric opened his eyes, he was standing in his empty kitchen. It was nighttime; the house was pretty quiet, except for the sound of the foot sets that echoed.
Butters was perched up, sitting on the counter sipping hot chocolate sweetly as he blushed and kept his large, deep-eyes on Eric. "I –I hope this gets easier…" He admitted shyly.
"It will sexy..." Eric reassured him, giving the blond a reassuring smirk. "Soon we won't need to be so secretive about everything" He shrugged. "Not that I give a fuck what they care….but I want you to feel comfortable" He purred, walking up to where Butters was perched on the counter.
Eric shifted in to stand between Butters opened legs as the dangled off the edge of the counter. "You-you really mean that Eric?" Butters asked with hope and cheer; his eyes looking into Eric's as he blushed "you...You wouldn't be embarrassed?"
"What do I need to say to prove to you...? That I really DO like you?" Eric asked huskily, trailing and nesting his nose along Butter's Cheek; dipping in behind his ear and into his soft, silk blond hair.
Butters sighed and set his hot coco down- sliding his hands up into Eric's Dark hair. His hands felt warm from the cup he'd been holding, and the chestnut haired teen found himself letting out a deep sigh.
"Do you like me, Butters?" Eric purred into his ear.
The blond moaned lightly and tightened his hands in Eric's hair briefly, before sliding his arms around shoulders. "You-you're… so sweet…" he spoke bashfully "you-you're strong and… h-handsome…" He continuing around; stopping to lap at his lower lip
"A-ah!" Butters whispered "E-Eric!"
Their lips crushed against one another, his hand held Butters head strongly while his tongue explored his mouth eagerly, while the blond's arms and legs wrapped around Eric's waist and neck: he was latching on for dear life.
Hoisting Butters up, Eric groaned as they began to stumble back through the kitchen-past the living room and hastily up the stairs. The blond kept his legs and arms tightly wrapped around Eric like some kind of koala as they made out passionately-both with the single goal in mind of getting to Eric's bedroom. As they burst into the room, Butters made a small, gasp as they collapsed onto the bed; Eric landing on his back.
But instead of hitting a soft mattress, Eric groaned as he smashed back against a set of lockers. Opening his eyes, he saw he was in their high school hallway. "FUCK!" He cursed.
Students began to file out of their classrooms as soon as the bell rung and Eric's Chocolate fire eyes searched for the small teen with lovely blond hair. When he finally spotted Butters, a small smirk touched the corner of his lips, before he replaced it with an annoyed yet bored look; the usual.
"H-heya Eric!" The greeted with big smile, standing beside the tall chestnut teen.
Eric just turned, "whatever … come on" He gruffed out impatiently, before he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his red hoodie. Butters nodded and followed behind closely, occasionally making eye contact once or twice as they pushed past the students crowding the halls. Reaching their lockers. Eric slowly Exchanged his books; his eyes flickering over toward Butters, who still had a smile with cheerfulness in his blue eyes as he exchange books for their next class.
As the crowded halls began to thing again, Eric looked Butters up and down- before he reached out, and suddenly smacked the books out of Butters hand. They fell to the floor; some papers scattering around them. The blond looked up scared toward Eric, biting his lower lip as his knees began to shake. But when Eric didn't hurt him, he knelt down to pick them up, Stan and Kyle walked past "fatass is picking on butters once again..." Kyle grumbled.
Eric shot him a glare and flipped him off. He watched as the students began to disappear as they hurried to their next class. Football player could care less if they were late; that much was obvious as he waited for every last person to vacate the hall. Once they were alone, Eric grabbed butters by his shirt and quickly hauled him to his feet- slamming him against the lockers. Butters cried out in alarm, but Eric's lips crashing over his own silenced his voice.
The blond couldn't help but moan as Eric's tongue dominated his mouth like he was trying to devour him whole. When they finally parted, both teens panting heavily. "Sorry…" Eric smirked evil like. "Making you drop your books was the only thing I could think of to give us a moment alone." He breathed huskily against Butter's lips as he pressed his body again the shorter blond's.
Butters blushed, biting his lower lip as his eyes trailed over Eric's face. "o-oh..."
He titled his head. "You didn't actually think I was bullying you, did you?" Eric asked, a slight hint of concern tinting his otherwise monotone voice.
"W-well, I…." Butters stammered, looking down. "Maybe-maybe for a minute… I didn't …um" He continued finding the best way to explain as he clutched to the front of Eric's hoodie. He knew Butters was always worried that he was going to suddenly 'hate him'.
Eric looked at him softly, before he pulled Butters into a warm hug. He instantly burrowed his face into the crook of Eric's Neck and beneath his chin. Shifting his head bit, he rested his cheek atop Butters head and looked down the hall with a sign "We should head to class…"He mumbled reluctantly, "I'll just tell the teacher to go fuck himself."
Eric could feel Butters head shift in a nodding motion beneath his cheek….
"Butters." Eric said, interrupting the brief silence when a lump began to his throat.
The blond nestled deeper into his arms. "Y-Yeah Eric?" He asked quietly.
"….I can't fucking stop this." He admitted; his voice sounded slightly strained, like he was doing his best not to cry. He had tried everything he could possibly think of to keep these memories and nothing had worked. Looking down at the blond, who stared up at him with large, beautiful baby blue eyes, Eric shook his head sadly. "What do we do….I-I can't do anything" He asked, completely out of ideas.
"E-Enjoy it…" Butters whispered simply, giving the tall football player an encouraging, sweet smile as the memory began to disappear…
"E-Eric, I don't feel right about this...And I –I don't like these kinds of movies" Butters exclaimed in a whisper rubbing his knuckles as they made their way through a crowd of people.
The couple had come on their date to the local movie theatre; they were playing a double creature-feature; it had been Eric's idea to sneak in aft the intermission with all the smokers.
"Relax butters! Second-acting is subversive act." Eric Mumbled with a devilish smirk as he led Butters inside the building; the mingled with the 'smoking' crowd to avoid begin checked or seen. "50 bucks, Fuck Tickets prices are too high for this shitty-town" He growled as they headed into the movie theatre.
Eric sighed as he clutched onto Butters hand.
"I'm done, Butters… I can't fucking do it anymore: He muttered sadly. "I'm just gonna ride it out, hiding is clearly not working."
Butters tilted his head and looked to Eric "… y-you mean it?" The blond asked curiously and surprised, wondering if he was serious about giving up.
"I just want to enjoy these last moments with you" He whispered, pulling the memory of Butters close as he buried his nose into his blond hair.
Stopping at few of the seats in the theatre, Butters smiled and looked up the big movie screen. "This…this was our first date" He recalled excitedly.
"Do you remember what we talked about?" Eric asked; he knew it was a stupid question to ask a projection of Butters that was happening in his own memory… but hell, he just wanted to pretend that this Butters was real, and that he could interact with it.
The blond furrowed his brow cutely, before looking down deep in thought. "Um well …you told me jokes and um … we talked about um Kenny" Butters recalled.
Eric nodded; He'd gone out with Kenny in the past a few times before- but they'd ended things on bad terms. They were still friend, but they'd slipped away from each other; it just hadn't worked out… especially since Eric realized his feelings for Butters.
"We did... We talked about him" Eric repeated. It felt stupid now-looking back on it- to talk about an ex-boyfriend to your new boyfriend.
Butters nodded as they took their seats in the movie theatre, "Y-Yeah…" He blushed. " A-And I said; are.. Are you sure?" The blond said, helping to narrate the memory. " Yo-you seem unsure"
"I'm sure; I said." Eric continued, staring at Butters longingly
The blond smiled. "b-But you weren't" He giggled, looking back to the movie screen. "….I-I understand if you didn't want to tell me, I could tell …."
There was a brief moment of silence that fell between them as the theatre seats continued to fill up.
"I am now" Eric said finally. Butters looked over to him "I'm so sure" The chestnut teen whispered; turning his eyes reluctantly back to the empty theatre. Leaning over, he kissed Butters sweetly on the lips…
Hearing the theatre go silent, Eric noticed all the patrons had disappeared; it was just the two of them sitting in the empty theatre. Leaning over, he kissed Butters sweetly on the lips…
It was all ending so fast.
Blinking a few times, Eric found himself in a dark living room….HIS dark living room ( to be exact) .
He and Butters were sitting on the couch and watching 'the Texas chain Saw Massacre'- Of course, they were both sitting against one corner of the couch; a little closer then 'friends' should probably he sitting.
But Eric was well aware that, even during something like 'The Texas chain Saw Massacre' Butters was scared and couldn't handle these kind of movies. True to form, the blond began to get scared as soon as blood started flying. His head found Eric's shoulder after, and his hands clutched to his red sweater even tighter by the time the movie was half way through. Eric couldn't help himself… it was too adorable.
"Maybe we should go out"
He felt Butters shift head away, in order to look up at Eric with what he could only assume was shock. Eric kept his eyes on the television. The tall teen regretted it. He didn't know WHAT it say; what could he possibly say to go back on admitting something like that? He cursed himself for blurting out such a vulnerable statement…
Butters nodded and whimpered "Um, O-OK"
Eric looked down at the blond- and was clearly a little taken aback by Butters answer. He initially thought that Butter might be agreeing with him because he got the impression Eric was angry at him or something; like he was only saying 'ok' to avoid getting beaten up, but the gentle, hopeful look lingering in his hazel orbs reassured Eric that he understood… he was serious.
Leaning his head down a bit, Eric Nestled his nose into soft blond hair beneath him. Butters buried in closer to the tall teen as he wrapped an arm around him…
When he looked back to the television, Eric saw the movie was gone- and instead, memories of him and Butters were playing on the screen… like some kind of home movie.
Eric sighed as the room flickered around him.
He felt so mad; so agitated and on edge… and he had no clue why.
Eric was standing in the hallways- down at the two teens that stood in front of their lockers. His eyes were sternly focused on the sight of Bradley talking to Butters. But not just talking to Butters… HITTING on butters. His body language, and that snug smirk on his lips were all telltale signs; the blond bashfully against the wall. Butters didn't seem scared, but he was obviously entranced with whatever Bradley was saying.
And Eric wasn't going to stand there and take it.
"Need anything, Dick?" Eric snapped as he reached his locker-choosing to position himself closely behind Butters; his chest almost pressing against the shy teen's back.
The dark blond stared over and across the shorter blond's head at Eric as his cocky smile faded. "With you? ….nothing." Bradley shrugged casually, looking back down to Butters." I will see you next period?" He purred-giving Eric another glance before he continued walking down the rest of the hallway.
"You shouldn't talk to him" Eric growled in a low voice. "He's an asshole, and you fucking can't trust him." He reminded Butters
The blond raised an eye; a curious expression crossing his face as he looked down to the ground. " ….T-That's the same thing Kyle and S-Stan said about…you"
Eric stiffed as he stared into his locker. His hand clutched tighter around the book he was holding, before he sighed and stuffed it into his bag. "Those guys are fucking assholes, too!" He grit out between clenched teeth. Butters took note of this and tried to calm him down. "Let's go." He muttered, gesturing with his head for Butters to follow.
As they began to head down the still crowded hallways, Eric glanced up and saw Bradley standing against his locker-Watching intently as Eric and Butters approached. Clenching his teeth again, Eric grasped the sleeve of Butter's sweater, and tugged him over onto the other side- successfully placing himself between Butters and Eric. As they started to pass him, the tall football player shifted over so he was shoulder to shoulder against the blond. He saw Bradley smirk knowingly, but for butters sake he decides to let it go for now..
"E-Eric thank you" the blond spoke softly he drew Eric's attention back down to Butters; The blond was blushing and looked like he even had a small, sheepish smile on his lips.
Eric couldn't help but smile a little too…
Eric looked around him curiously to see for once-Butters wasn't there. He was standing outside of Kenny's House.
"It's over." He mumbled, taking out a cigarette.
The dirty blond glared at him. "You really ARE a fat asshole!" He sneered, slamming the door. " At least Kyle is a way better friend than you EVER were!"
Kenny's last comment was shouted through the door-but it fell on deaf ears. Eric had already begun to make his way back down the driveway away.
It was kind of low move, but hell, what was he supposed to do? He didn't want to keep Kenny; He knew enough to realize that it was Butters that he liked hanging out with. It was Butters he liked talking to, or protecting. And it was Butters that slipped into his mind more often than not…
The next thing Eric knew.. He was walking side by side with Butters suddenly. The sky was dull, overcast and gray… and it was snowing.
Eric moved calmly; his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark red, pea coat as they continued slowly down the sidewalk toward his house. It was a mundane trek that they made every day.
Butters had a peaceful smile who was moving a few paces in front of Eric-like he didn't have a care in the world. Occasionally, He'd would sometimes look up and watch the large light snowflakes…before switching his tactic, and instead, trying to catch them on his tongue.
He was like a cute little puppy... And it was hard for Eric to keep his eyes off him…
He was so full of life- especially compared to Eric, who just walked in a straight line; simple and dull. But his eyes were constantly glued onto Butter's every move. He couldn't help watching him; he couldn't help the fascinated and entranced him all at once.
He loved him. It was simple as that.
"See you, Red" Eric nodded
Red gave him a bashful smile and nod- before he headed down the hall. Shutting his locker and clicking the lock shut, Eric checked his cell phone, and saw he had a text message from Kenny. Rolling his eyes a bit; he shoved the phone back into his pocket, and hurried toward the front doors. He'd been ignoring Kenny for a while now; He'd kind of hoped the boy would take the HINT that their relationship was fizzling; it was over, and he knew it. Someone else had caught Eric's eye
Heading out the front doors, his brow immediately furrowed when he didn't see the small blond there, waiting for him like he normally did. It began to snow as Eric started to walk- his eyes searching around for the familiar blond; he spotted him heading down the street.
Jogging up toward him, Eric reached out and clasped Butters shoulder, causing the blond to turn with a confused mixed with worry in his deep light blue eyes.
"wh-what the hell? You didn't wait for me" Eric stated simply in his stern, yet annoyed tone voice.
Butters looked away, before he looked down at the ground and continued to walk. "I-I didn't going to –interrupt your time with um Red" the blond looked down sadly.
Eric continued to follow Butters, walking beside the hurt blond.
"Hey babe relax! There's nothing going on with me and that bitch…" He reassured him.
The blond couldn't bring himself to look at Eric. Realizing instantly that Butters feelings were hurt ( or bordering on being hurt)-Eric grasped the shorter teen's arm and stopped him from walking; forcing him to face him.
"Butters?" Eric asked
His large deep baby blue orbs shut tightly as he clenched his fists; he was trying so hard to hold back his tears. "I-I don't LIKE it… wh-when I see you with her" Butters had tears "I-I don't like her, and-and people LIKE her more…I know they-they do… I'm scared" Butters stammered sadly. "I-I'm just so weak… "The blond choked out.
When he felt Eric's hand slip into his own, Butters looked up to the taller football player with teary eyes, but also held a confused expression.
"Ok" Eric said simply
Butters eyes widen" …WH-what?"
"Ok" He repeated. "I won't hang around the bitch anymore" Turning, he began to walk back down the street, still holding Butters hand. "If it fucking bothers you that much… then I won't do it"
The blond started at him, completely shock. "But-but Eric! I'm...Begin unreasonable" He admitted sheepishly, suddenly feeling bad.
"Don't worry about it..." Eric answered calmly; giving the blond teen's hand a gentle squeeze.
He felt Butters speed up a bit so they were walking side-by-side, and he felt the small frame of the blond lean against him as they walked….
Looking beside him, Eric's eyes ran over the memory of Butters
This certainly wasn't getting any easier.
When he open his eyes he sighed annoyed, Eric stuffed his hands into his red coat pockets as he began to walk back around the side of the school. School had just started and he was already sick of it. It didn't take Eric long to realize that high school was no different from elementary school; both were just as shitty, pointless waste of time.
Rounding the corner, he saw other students beginning to file toward the building; namely one in particular- Butters Scotch. Eric's Body relaxed a bit when he saw the blond; feeling a bit more at ease knowing he'd at LEAST get to spend the rest of the day using butters for another one of his schemes… someone who would do whatever he told him to do.
"Hey! Gay boy!" Clyde snapped as he came pushing butters out of the line and making him fall face down in the pavement. A small, loud whimper escaped from his mouth as he scraped his hands onto the ground. Butters looked up to find Clyde, Token, and Craig "P-Please fella's! I already gave you all my money!" He begged with tears running down his face "shut up!" Craig shouted while kicking him in the side while smirking.
In zero seconds flat, Eric was running full speed toward the three bullies- tackling Clyde onto the ground and causing the dark haired teen to yell in a slightly shrill voice. Eric grabbed him by the front of his jacket, and delivered a few solid punches to his cheek. "Listen you fucker! if you so much as touch him! I will kick your sorry ass!" He emphasized, slamming another fist against Clyde face. The teen's nose began to bleed as he groggily let out a string of curses.
"Eric! That's enough! He's had enough …" Butters pulled Eric away from Clyde and his group.
Standing up, Eric wrapped an arm around Butters small shoulders and led him inside. This pained a few stares from some fellow classmates…but their stares disappeared when Eric Cartman shot them all a warning look.
"I'm walking you to school and back home now… "He said matter-of-factly as they moved though the halls; like Butters had no say in the matter.
Eric only felt a small wave of relief, knowing he wouldn't have to justify the new demand as soon as he heard Butters answer: "Um thank you Eric…for saving me"
Eric looked around him; He was sitting outside of the school sitting in the stands as there were tons of other teens scattered around the football field in the distance. Eric sighed as he watched the others play, he was wearing his football gear yet he still felt nervous.
"First day of football …." He said aloud to himself, recognizing their first day of high school and also his first day of foot ball practice. Oddly enough He was appearing younger in his memories as they went to his more youthful memories. Even his friends seem to be getting younger.
His eyes began to wonder, immediately searched for one person in particular….and soon enough, he saw him; soft short blond hair, a short, small framed body and light skin. Butters seemed smaller he looked about 13; He was talking to Kenny, Kyle and Stan. "I remember catching sight of you in the distance… I could only see the back of your head, but I knew it was you immediately." He continued to himself. "I wanted to speak to you, but I couldn't bring myself to be nice to you in front of Kenny, and I was hoping to avoid him… I never did like him"
Eric sighed as looked back to the football field, and then he hears light footsteps coming toward him.
"H-Heya Eric!" Butters greeted shyly.
He was suddenly sitting right beside Eric; like his memory had just skipped a beat
Butters looking around at the foot ball field from the stands they were perched on " I-I saw you sitting here… and-and thought you would like somebody to talk to" Butters smiled then noticed something "why-why aren't you out on the field? I-I thought you loved football…"
Another reason Eric liked Butters. The blond always seemed to find a way to be happy.
"I do, I'm just …don't feel like it" Eric admitted
The blond looked at him worried but smiled "Eric, your-you're the strongest guy I know…I believe you can do anything, don't do it for me, do it for yourself" Butters spoke softly, Eric smirked as he chuckled " I am the strongest on the team … thanks Butters"
He noticed the blond was staring at a small bag of honey Nut cheerios that he'd brought from home after skipping breakfast. It was only about 10am, so he'd been sitting on in the stands, occasionally nibbling on them while keeping out of sight. "C-can I …um have one?" Butters asked shly, nibbling on his lower lip as his small hand reached and plucked the bag from Eric's lap…
Eric watched, shaking his head. "… and then you just Took it." He narrated. "Without even letting me fucking answer" As he watched Butters began to eat on small cheerios cutely, he smiled and chuckled. "It was so intimate" The tall chestnut teen recalled gently as his eyes ran over Butter's features. "…like we were already a couple"
"You skipped breakfast again?" Eric asked annoyed
Butters blushed hard, stopping his cheerio intake as he look embarrassed " um..y-yeah" He replied softly yet scared. "I-I was in a hurry ... can't be late on the first day, um does it really show?" He stammered, Eric just chuckled "yeah it does…"
Butters was about to say something but shivered at the cold breeze, he was in such hurry he forgot about his long sweater "It's k-kinda chilly out here"
Flicking his eyes down to look at Butters out of the corner of his eye-he gradually lifted his arm and wrapped it around Butters shoulders. The blond seemed a bit surprised at the action, but didn't hesitate to nestle down into the warmth Eric's body was soon proving. "Thank-Thank you Eric" Butters sighed sweetly; small hands clutched the Eric's Football shirt as he began hold him close.
"I remember being drawn to you, even then …" Eric mumbled to himself. "I didn't want to admitted it….I tried to make it seem like I didn't care; we were just friends but.. Fuck I knew exactly what I was doing. And I could get less of a fuck that I was dating Kenny" He remembered "I liked protecting you and holding you-and any fucking opportunity I got, I took"
Looking back down at his side, he saw the memory of Butters staring up at him with his gentle, large, Blue eyes " this-this is it, Eric" The memory told him " It-it's almost over.."
" I know" Eric whispered back to him sadly as he looked at the orientation happening further off.
Butters bit his lower lip, clutching himself closer beneath Eric's arm. "w-what do we do?" He asked scared.
Eric looked back down at Butters sadly; recalling the words that a previous memory had already suggested:
"Enjoy it…" he admitted with a slight shrug, as his nose and lips gently nestled against Butters smooth forehead.
The kids were enjoying some cake and snacks in Stan Marsh's Backyard. Randy had decided to invite all the parents and kids from his son's graduating eighth grade elementary class to a party at their place. The boys would be going to high school in September.
It was a warm early August evening- and this was one of the last gatherings of the summer. Eric only reason for coming was because of cake and gifts that he could steal, that and his mom promise she would buy him some KFC.
So he'd come-and was rather successful in spending most of that alone, off to the side. "Oh boy!" The familiar voice brought Eric out of his bored thoughts, and his eyes lifted to fall on Butters scotch approaching him. The barest, hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it didn't last long
"Eric!" Butters exclaimed in relief as he walked up to him. "Y-you made it! I'm so happy!" The blond was blushing, but in all fairness, looking kind of relieved, and even happy to see Butters.
Maybe this dumb ass party wouldn't be so bad.
Before he could open his mouth to try and convince Butters to skip out with him somewhere, another voice spoke up. "There you are Cartman! …I need to ask you something"
Turning, the chestnut teen and the blond came face to face with Kenny- who had suddenly joined them. " I-I should go…" Butters offered sadly.
"No, it's okay. You should be the first to know..." Kenny mumbled, not even bothering to look at Butters. I t was actually making Eric a bit uncomfortable; he had a sinking feeling turning in his stomach. " Eric …will…" Kenny stopped himself, letting out a sigh. "Will you go out with me" He asked hopefully.
Eric froze. He was completely off guard, and couldn't believe Kenny had just asked him out… in front of Butters! He was so confused. Nonetheless, glancing quickly over the small blond, he saw the blond teen's mouth was hanging open in complete shock. He didn't even make any moments
The smirk on Kenny's face only got bigger. Eric lowered his eyes, suddenly feeling completely angry with himself for saying yes. They were best friends, but had no interest in dating the dumb ass dirty blond. Eric blamed Kyle and Stan; those two homos decided to start dating over the summer, and as a result 'best friends' in South Park suddenly began to realize they had feelings for one another.
Kenny just got on the wagon apparently.
"Great" He blushed, slipping his hand into Eric's. "Come on lets ditch!" Kenny grinned, tugging the chestnut teen with him.
Eric followed but was unable to pass Butters without looking at him again. He looked so sad; kind of confused and disappointed… it broke his heart. He saw the other partygoers flicker in and out of focus, before the memory completely shattered out of his mind…
"Happy fourteenth birthday!" Everyone clapped.
Eric sat uncomfortably on his living room floor, with his friends scattered around in random places. He was currently making his way through some presents. Not everyone was watching, thank god. Some of his friends were interesting in talking, or food-which actually allowed Eric to get through faster.
He loved parties if they were for him as he grew older it got old for him but his mother had insisted he have one to socialize a bit more.
When Eric picked up one particular, neatly wrapped with blue shinning paper with a red bow. Looking up, his cold eyes landed on a, flushing Butters Scotch "T-That's um from me" He said trying to hide his red face.
Eric paused for only a second, before he opened the present and saw it was a golden locket; inside, there was a photo of him and Butters when they were in kindergarten. The photo originally had a few of their friends in it as well... but apparently, Butters had edited them out, and simply zoomed in on him and Eric, who were standing side by side at the time.
"Lame!" He heard Kenny giggled from beside him. Butters looked down sadly feeling useless "It's not your fault, Butters... But no one else is going to come close to getting him as awesome as A present as I did" He patted Eric on the back in a friendly gesture. "I got him a new game sphere game" Kenny spoke proudly. Eric just rolled his eyes "fuck off Kenny"
Setting the game aside calmly, Eric just returned to opening his other presents…
As he continued to watch this memory unfold (this time, as an outside observer) - he felt his heart going out to the young blond. He still had that picture. We 'HAD' begin the operative, since he'd tossed it out with all his other mementos that reminded him of Butters when he'd begun this stupid ass procedure.
The party continued on, and many of his friends moved onto videogames, more food or talking. Eric however slipped over to his stairwell where he saw Butters sitting alone. He had been crying, grabbing his arm, he hoisted the blond up the stairs and out of sight.
"E-Eric! I am really, so sorry! "Butters tried to say "I-I spent all my money and I-I couldn't afford anything else, and-and the last time I was in your room, you-you didn't have any pictures…so I thought, oh! I was so dumb!" He sniffed as he continued to ramble, but was silenced as the door shut behind them.
As the room fell into a brief silence, Butters watch as Eric looked around his with a careful, scrutinizing gaze. "Where should we put it?" He asked raising an eye.
Butters pushed away his tear as he blinked "WH-what did you say?" He asked with a confused expression.
Eric looked back over to him. "Your locket fag!" He clarified with an evil smirk. " .. Where should we put it?"
He watched Butters large eyes shift down to his hands; Eric had holding the golden locket when they'd come upstairs, and the blond had been too shy to notice. Eric couldn't hold back a smile fondly as he saw Butters smile softly as his cheeks turn pink.
The room is dark with the only light was the moon shining in through Butters window Eric was much younger in this one about 9 years old, he was even at an early age he was still taking pictures of butters while having him do dirty things in his sleep.
Eric sighed as he watched, not able to stop himself from doing the dumb child act, his younger self pulled butters pants down and brought his dick into his mouth, my god he wouldn't miss this one either.
He pulled out the camera and took the picture with him giving a thumps up while smirking with the dick in his mouth, He heard Butters release a deep breath like he was having a wet dream; this caused Eric to look up but was calm when he saw that Butters was in a deep sleep. After getting his picture, he laid back in the bed pulling the silk sheets over him But Eric found himself wide-awake… Enjoying the comforting scent wafting up from Butters soft hair without knowing butters had snuggled up to him
It was a bittersweet moment… this would be the last time Eric would ever hold Butters so close; so intimately. This was their first experience with one another- demonstrating trust and heightened comfort level that was only given between them.
"Butters" Eric whispered, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the small blond and he squeezed him close. "I don't want to lose you…"
Looking up- Eric heard the knocks at his door and saw Butters timidly enter his room. It was nighttime now; he'd been pacing around like some kind of caged animal.
Eric looked away not showing his tears "what the fuck do you want fag.." he spoke heart broken
The blond shrunk back a bit. "I-I um…heard what happen-happened "He stammered as looked worried for his friend, looking to the big boned boy walking in the dark. "Your-your mom phoned my-my mom"
Eric snarled and continued to pace around his room in an agitated fashion, He finally stopped and glared at the scared small blond "and why did you come because you think their's also something wrong with me?" He snapped.
Butters shook his head as he stared up at him "N-NO! Of course not-not! I came here because I'm your best friend…"
"Get lost, you FREAK!" He yelled angrily- sending a deadly stare in butters direction. Eric certainly wasn't in the mood; His childhood friend, Clyde frog was killed just a couple of days ago, everyone was scared because of how it happened … but what happened still hung over Eric's head.
His relationship with Clyde frog was a great one, Clyde frog was the last bit of childhood he had, he was always there when he needed someone to tell him he was cool or awesome; he was the best friend anyone could ask for.
"Hey Eric…" Butters said gently, taking a small step forward "It's okay to be sad… it's okay to cry" He admitted.
The chestnut haired Boy, whipped around to glare at the blond. "Piss. Off .fag." He said, separating each word with a pointed, sharp tone. But Butters didn't listen this time. Instead, he took another step and gently touched Eric's arm.
Not wanting to show ANY kind of weakness (in front of anyone), the tall, chestnut-haired boy roughly shoved Butters back, causing the blond to smack against the door with a whimper.
He didn't want to cry in front of Butters, He couldn't. Only faggots and Pussies cried when they lost their childhood toy.
And Eric Cartman was anything BUT a pussy.
Keeping his back to butters, Eric looked out his window- feeling the tears beginning to steak down his cheeks. He took in angry, broken breath and grits his teeth together. He would hold himself together; he HAD to... At least… that was the master plan.
It was so strange, Normally, Eric would be the one to hold Butters in such a position… but their roles were reversed. Now, Eric was the one in need of comfort, in need of strength… and of ALL people-it was Butters Scotch who was there to give it to him. Not wanting the blond to ACTUALLY see him crying, Eric kept his face buried into his arms, which rested on his bent knees.
Butters held onto him, and rested his head on the curve of Eric's back-simply letting Eric know he was there, and content to hold until he was finished letting out years of pent up anger, resentment and disappointment with the friend he lost …
After hours of Crying, Butters pulled back and smiled " I-I know it's early but…" he spoke softly and reach into his backpack and pulled out a big soft bear with fluffy fur with dark deep eyes " I was at the-the store and I found him… He reminded me of you"
Eric was about to say how gay looking it was but he took the small bear into his large hands looking it over, and he even smiled "He's is kinda cute…." Eric still had tears but it was weird it almost felt like he had Clyde frog right in his hands "I-I was thinking we named him Clyde Frog JR…endless you don't like it"
"I like it…and-and" Eric sniffed and hugged Butters crying
"This… was when I knew…" Eric muttered to himself, knowing the memory had already begun to flicker. "This was the moment I knew I loved you... I knew I needed you, just as much as you needed me" He whispered.
Eric stared at his young; self in kindergarten on the playground-it was his only his third day, but he had not made that many friends, it left him feeling down.
Not that much was there to play with, so he decided to take the swing, that's when he heard it or someone, He looked around him but didn't see anything but then he spotted a puff ball of blond hair, it was a small boy sitting at the fairest end of the swing, Eric rolled his eyes at the sight but the crying and sniffing for some reason seem to get to him.
He sighed and got off the swing he was sitting on and walked to the small blond cry baby"hey Blondie, Why are you crying?" He asked as he walked in front of him. The blond looked up with tears and sniffed "its n-nothing, it's…just I can't make any friends….. n-no one likes me" He was about to burst new tears, when the big boned boy sighed "okay! For god sakes! Stop the water works! Geez..look if-if it makes you feel better, I h-haven't made any friends either…"Eric made face as he crossed his arms feeling down again.
Butters sucked his thumb looking like he was thinking but then smiles "um.. Hey you wanna-wanna be friends?" Eric sent a glare his way " I guess I got nothing to lose…what's your name?"
"Oh um….my name is Leopold butters Scotch" He smiled lightly as looked down shyly
Eric couldn't help but laugh "you fucking kidding?! That's so fucking stupid! I think I would prefer Butters..." Eric smirked at him, Butters faced turned bright red "I-I would like that, so what's your name?"
Eric stood tall trying to make him look proud "Eric, Eric Cartman! Everyone calls me Cartman" Butters giggled cutely, Eric just glared "what's so funny asshole?!" He snapped, Butters looked scared "I Um would like Eric better…"
"Tsk, shut up butters…" He rolled his eyes but the two laughed out loud.
This was the last one….
Looking beside him, Eric's eyes longingly trailed over the memory of his blond, seventeen year-old boyfriend who stood beside him…also, watching the whole thing.
Soon, the sound of laughter of the younger two was silenced; the memory muted as it began to crumble and erase.
His last memory of Butters.
"I wish I hadn't erased you…" Butters began. " … I wish… you hadn't erased me.." The blond projection lamented.
Eric sighed, "I wish I hadn't, too…" He agreed. "NOW I wish I hadn't "The tall teen began to anxiously in the fading memory. " I wish I hadn't done a lot of things. I wish…" Pausing, he tried to swallow the lump in his throat down as he looked back up into butters eyes and nodded. "I wish I Hadn't erased you. I do"
"I…I still don't … understand why … It didn't w-work." The blond continued sadly- it was cruel that his own was taunting him with this interactive projection of Butters.
He ran a soft hand through his long, brown hair. "I don't know. I felt like a scared little kid, I was like… It was about my head. I was like … It was above my head. I don't know" Eric trailed off.
"You...you were scared?"
Eric looked up, but butters was gone… only his voice and spiritual presence remained the flickering, empty playground of his memory. "Yeah" He scoffed, keeping his eyes on the ground " I thought you knew that about me…" He muttered beneath his breath.
"E-Eric?"
The voice sounded closer again- and when turned, he turned, he saw Butters standing in front of him. The environment around them blurry and shifting out of focus; "Come back and …make up a g-goodbye, at least." The blond encouraged. "L-Let's pretend…. We had one" He begged sadly.
Eric stared at him with such hurt, such longing. Slowly, he closed the distance between them-falling onto his knees ring into front of Butters projection; wrapping his arms around the small teen's waist. He sighed as he felt gentle hands threading comfortingly into his hair, before Butters too, got into his knees and knelt before Eric.
"G-good bye-Bye Eric… th-thank you so much …"
He closed his eyes and the tears welling in his own fire chocolate eyes to fall for last time. " … I love you" Eric whispered, clutching to Butters even tighter as he knelt before him.
Butters hugged him back; the two stayed kneeling, clutching to one another as everything around them in Eric's mind dissolve to nothing…
Eric opened his eyes.
Immediately noticing the time on the clock, he groaned and reluctantly slid out of bed. Yawning, The tall Chestnut haired teen slipped on his dark baggy jeans, a red t-shirt, his red jacket and his yellow and blue hat-before he grabbed his knapsack and slung it over his shoulder on his way out of his room.
Treading down the stairs, he saw his mother happily making breakfast. He groaned and rolled his eyes and decided to just skipped breakfast.
"Are you hungry, Eric? " His mother asked sweetly.
Her teenage son tugged at his jacket, successfully pushing more hair in front of his eyes. "No thanks" He grumbled "woke up with a headache"
" Aw poor baby! You wanna stay in!" she asked, turning to look at him with some concern. "Are you alright to go to school?" she asked.
Eric nodded, downing some OJ before grabbing a muffin. "Whatever..." He shrugged dully. "I'll see you later"
Heading back through the living room, Eric left his warm house and emerged into the bitter bold, early-morning south park air to catch the bus. Normally, Eric would have jumped at the chance to stay home from school … especially if his mother was offering to LET him. But for some reason, Eric had a sinking feeling that staying 'home' wouldn't make him feel any better.
He couldn't explain it.
He felt less energetic today; more lethargic and anti-social than he had in a while. When he reached the bus stop, Eric began to play with IPod, letting the music take over ignoring anyone near him, even the small tiny framed blond who was standing further off. He glanced at him briefly, to see the teen was smiling at nothing while holding the hello kitty umbrella.
'What a fucking faggot…' Eric's mind grumbled inside his head. He wasn't in the mood to pick on others today.
Damn, He should have stayed him and nursed this headache away.
As music began to flood his earphones, the tall foot ball player couldn't help but notice the blond was now talking with Stan and Kyle.
God, he hated those dickweeds.
Why was he friends with them?
But that just meant that the gay blond was FRIENDS with them, which , by default , made him fag dickweed as well.
Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Eric yawned just as the bus arrived. He pushed kyle out of the way and got on first and sat in the very back ignoring Kyle complaining. Turns out, the blond was the last one on and, the bust was fuller than usual today; it was cold out, so most students had decided to get a free ride.
The blond looked at were Eric sat.
"Aw fuck" Eric mumbled unhappily to himself.
Eric seat was the only seat left open and the blond headed over to the vacant seat.
Plopping down in it, Eric tried to sit as far away as possible from the blond teen beside him- Eric just let out another irritated sigh as said-blond began humming some dumb song.
Turning up the music on his IPod, Eric drowned out his voice and went back to just catching some sleep.
He probably should have just stayed home today…