On his way to school the next day, Eric surprisingly content. Maybe even tiniest bit…happy? Why, he wasn't exactly sure. But after his evening with Butters, and their rather lengthy phone conversation afterward-Eric felt a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

It wasn't raining as much as has been lately, but the best feeling he'd experienced in days quickly turned into the worst when he arrived at school to see Bradley talking to Butters. He was resting his arm against the lockers above Butters head; his body language was leaning into him suggestively.

A pang of jealousy immediately shot through Eric's body.

Just as he was about to storm over there, he stopped himself; 'Butters isn't yours..." He reminded himself with a deep breath. 'Not yet' his mind finished.

What the hell? They'd had a good time the other night, hadn't they? Fuck, they'd even talked on the phone for a few hours afterward. Eric watched Bradley talk to Butters for a few more minutes. Before the curly dark blond finally took his leave-and Eric made his way over" Hey" he greeted flatly.

"Huh?" Butters turned, immediately blushing as his eyes connected with Eric's. "Oh h-hi Eric!" He said bashfully.

While seeing Butters react to him in that way made Eric strangely happy-he still couldn't get Bradley out of his mind. "Why were you talking to that asshole? "He asked sharply, though he was really trying to keep his temper in check.

"O-Oh you mean Bradley? Oh well um…" Butters stammered cutely, drawing his eyes down. "H-He asked if-if I would go-go to the movies with him to-tonight." He admitted sadly, finally drawing his back toward Eric.

The chestnut teen tensed; in fact his hands started to ache be he was unconsciously clenching his fists. "Oh…whatever…" He muttered darkly.

"U-Uh…" the blond began trying to explain. " I-It doesn't mean anything. I-I just said yes b-because it would be r-rude to say NO, and h-he might-"
But Eric cut him off, " If it doesn't mean anything then you should have said no." He grumbled, walking away from Butters. There seemed to be a dark aura hanging around his head as he disappeared, and Butters certainly noticed it. He felt bad. He had really felt a connection with Eric the other night-but Bradley had caught him off guard this morning with that question.

He didn't know what to say, or answer it. No one EVER asked him out.

So he'd said 'yes' just to be nice. But for some reason now… he felt horrible-like he was betraying Eric in some way. And Eric being MAD just made that feeling all the more justified. Realistically through, there was no reason he should feel bad. He and Eric weren't dating. They'd had such a good night… and such a good talk on the phone; Butters didn't want to ruin that, and he didn't want to push anything. There was no guarantee that Eric felt the same spark he did.

Lowering his large eyes to the floor, there was a dull pain in his chest. Butters wasn't quite sure what it was, but he knew it had something to do with the look on Eric's face as he'd left…

Eric had a hard time getting through the rest of the day. He avoided Butters for the most part, only because a part of him couldn't stand to look at him… knowing he'd be with Bradley later tonight. It was so aggravating, and he'd never felt more unsettled about anything. Why? WHY the fucking hell did he suddenly feel so entitled, so over-protective, of this small blond teen? A person that he'd only known for about a week…tops! What the hell was wrong with him, and why couldn't he let it go? They weren't dating, and he couldn't control what Butters did.

More than a few times, he caught himself staring at the blond from a distance. He would immediately look away when Butters met his gaze, and his face would heat up a bit. He cursed himself for being so pathetic.

"he's not mine. I don't fucking care … I don't care… I don't" Eric repeated to himself.

By eleven o' clock that night, Eric was an absolute wreck. He tried so hard to keep his mind from thinking about butters… but no matter what he did, and no matter how hard he tried to distract himself- he kept picturing Butters in a movie theatre with Bradley….

The very thought made him sick, the image of Butters and Bradley kiss-

"FUCK!" Eric yelled, coming out of his little jealous daydream as he threw his glass into the sink. It broke, of course but he found it hard to care.

Running a hand back through his soft dark chestnut hair, he stormed up to his bedroom and grabbed his cell phone. Dialing butter's number. (Ignoring his mom's talking as she notice the broken glass)

"Um hey Eric!" The familiar voice of Butters answered on the other end.

"Hey..." He greeted, clearing his throat. "How did you know it was me?"

"Um….your caller ID? " Butters responded, like it was the obvious answer….but he didn't want Eric to feel stupid.

"Right, I-I knew that" Eric muttered awkwardly. He felt kind of stupid, but that was beside the point. "Can I come over?" He asked intensely.

Butters stammed a bit "But it's …kind of late." The blond reminded him. "It's a-almost eleven o'clock and-and it's a school's night! I'll get grounded!"

"Oh for fuck sakes! Yes or no!" Eric growled impatiently, holding his breath and praying that his attitude wouldn't give him a negative response.

The chestnut haired teen heard a small noise on the other end. " Y-Yes"

"I'll be over in a few minutes." Eric said assuredly, hanging up the phone as he grabbed his red coat and his old black and red cap. Heading back down the stairs and right into the crisp evening air, Eric slipped into his truck. He had to calm his nerves. He wasn't exactly sure why he felt so nervous…. But for some reason, seeing butters right now was important.

He reached Butters house about ten minutes later, and knocked on the door. He breathed a long sigh of relief when the small famed blond answered-already blushing. Eric gave him a small smile. " Hey"

"H-Heya Eric..." Butters greeted, stepping aside and letting the tall football player.

As the door closed behind him, Eric took a quick look around the house again. It was quiet. "Your parents here?" He asked.

" oh um..no-no, there out on vacation.." He explained looking down.

Eric walked in and sat on the couch, starting to feel tense again. Why didn't Butters tell him that in the first place? He could have kept him company while his parents were gone. For some reason, the thought of the blond staying home alone didn't sit right with Eric.

"How was your date…." He asked, tight lipped and bitter.

Butters frowned and sheepishly joined him in the living room. " I-It was ok…" He shrugged. " we just saw a m-movie"

" D-Did he kiss you!?" Eric asked without even thinking; he couldn't even stop the words from pouring out of his mouth as he drew his brown like eyes back to the blue eyed blond.

While he appeared shy, Butters soft lips remained in a frown and gave Eric the best glare he could do. "W-why does it matter? And what's your problem?" He asked defensively while crossing his arms.

"I don't want you to go out with that fucker." Eric admitted in a dark tone-standing up from where he sat on the couch, meeting Butters gaze.

Butters stared up at the taller teen in complete confusion." …W-What?" He asked nervously, trembling as he tore his eyes away Eric's, " B-But why?...I-I don't even know you!?"

" I know" Eric muttered, a small blush tinting his cheeks as he stood in front of the small blond. He averted his eyes down to the ground briefly, before slowly lifting them back to trail over Butters face and features. "Butters…don't you feel it?" He asked quietly.

Butters large, deep light blue orbs turned back to look at the tall chestnut haired teen-his eyes already shimmering with tears. "Feel …what?" He asked slowly and tentatively.

"It" He vaguely continued. Keeping his eyes focused on Butters, he stared at him in hopes getting some answer. " Have you had any….dreams about me, Butters?"
His, blue eyes widened, and filled up with more tears " I….I …W-Who told you that?" He choked out nervously. "I-I wasn't ….I mean… I didn't" He stammered incoherently.

"I want to try something, Butters" Eric interrupted him, grasping the side of the blond's face in his hands. "I need to try something." He corrected quietly.

Butters mouth gasped open, obviously a bit stunned at being held by Eric so closely. But before he could utter a word, or bring himself to question Eric's behavior…. The chestnut haired teen closed the distance between them, and kissed butters. The small blond mewled into Eric's mouth, and tensed a bit, but Eric drew him closer and deepened the kiss…

Finally, Butters melted into it, and slowly began to kiss him back…

It just felt so safe and right; they fit so well together that Eric could hardly believe this was all real. He couldn't help but groan a bit himself when Butters arms came up and wrapped around his neck; clutching to him tightly. When their lips finally parted, both boys took a few moments to try and catch their breath. Butters eyes were still shimmering but he looked a bit more claimed; Eric actually found himself getting lost in their depths once more.

"I don't want you to date anyone." Eric repeated gently in a low tone. It wasn't so much a threat, as it was a plea.

Butters bit his lower lip, "E-Eric…" He spoke softly, resting his head on Eric's chest as he hugged him. " I-I won't date anyone…I promise" He agreed. Letting out a sigh of relief, Eric felt his tension melting away with that simple promise from Butters. Lifting his hand, the chestnut teen threaded it into the back of Butters head, gently caressing the soft silk blond hair with his fingers as he held him.

"Can I stay over?" Eric asked.

Butters snuggled closer into Eric's warm chest while sighing, Butters reply was slightly muffled into his chest " O-Ok.."

While Eric wasn't really one for touching others, for some reason, holding and caressing Butters felt kind of natural. Like it was second nature … instinctual and familiar.

Meanwhile

"I shouldn't really be doing this, man, It's totally against the rules." Danny complained, glancing around nervously as he sat in the 24-hour diner with his 'benefactor'.

Kenny shot him a glare as he rummaged through the flies and objects that Danny had just brought him. "is this everything?" he asked

" Y-Yeah." Danny mumbled, taking a drunk of his coffee. " that's everything they dropped off: Pictures, cds, trinkets, whatever even their statements and tapes are in there too"

The dirty blond teen smirked " Perfect"

" Why the hell do you care about them, anyway?"Danny asked; stuffing the money Damien had given him into his coat pocket.

His narrowed his eyes, "They're starting to get close again… I am merely providing a service," He said in a calm tone. " I am trying to remind them WHY they got with each other in the first …."

Danny thought about it. "Well … I'm kinda curious to see what happens."

Kenny nodded, "I'll send you a postcard." Shuffling through the rest of the information, he stacked it all together. " If I'm right … these two will be all over each other by end of the day"

The next day

Butters woke up the next morning in his bed; it was about 6am, and there was a heavy, warm weight almost covering him. He was on his stomach, and Eric was lying right up against him, his chest half on top of Butters back, and his arms around him. Butters kind of felt like a pillow substitute. But a smile grew on his face. He liked this; he enjoyed the weight against and on him.

"E-Eric?" He mewled gently, trying to turn over. But it was hard with Eric's weight on his back.

The larger teen mumbled a tired response, tighten his arms around Butters as he nestled his nose and lips into the back of his nose and lips into the back of his neck and soft blond hair. This made Butters stifle a small giggle. "It's too early." Eric groaned.

"Eric we-we have to get up sooner or later" Butters reminded him cutely.

There was a small pause that lingered in the air, before Eric reluctantly lifted himself up and off Butters. The blond sighed in relief, but kind of missed the heavy warmth over him. Sliding out of bed, Butters adjusted his slightly wrinkled clothing, and toss on a new blue hoodie.

He and Eric had made-out extensively last night, amidst talking and sometimes just lying side by side in content silence. Butters was unsure of whether or not they were 'dating' now. Eric had made it clear he didn't want Butters dating anyone else-so the blond wondered if that meant he was Eric's. The idea of begin Eric's boyfriend made small butterflies flutter in his stomach.

"Alright I'll drive" Eric yawned, sliding on his red jacket and zipping it up. Butters smiled warmly and nodded as he headed for his bedroom door-but squeaked when he felt strong arms wrap around his arms and body, tapping them down at his sides as he was pulled back against Eric's body. He blushed profusely as Eric's towered over him. "Thanks for letting me stay here last night" He muttered into the blond's ear.

Butters shuddered and nodded. Eric slowly released him, and the continued on downstairs. But when they reached the bottom, something caught the small blond teen's eye: The mail

"I'll meet you at the car" Eric nodded, heading outside as he pulled on his cap on.

Butters nodded. Picking up the various white envelops from the floor, he gently set them on the table for his parents to look at when they returned. It was only when he started to put on his boots that he noticed something else.

A package. It was in manila envelope; though while not overly large, it clearly contained a number of objects within. Curiously, Butters took it in his hands and pulled it the rest of the way through the mail slot. Turning it over, he exclaimed, "WH-what?"

It was addressed to ….him?

Butters debated opening it. But he hears the truck horn and instead he pulled on his rain coat, and stumbled out the door into the foggy rain with the package in his hand. It would be safer to open it with Eric, right? That way if anything happened, Eric would keep him safe. At least he hoped so. Slipping into the car, Butters shivered at the bitter cold rain. Eric had the Truck on, but it hadn't quite heated up yet.

"You ok?" Eric asked, shifting his dark brown eyes down to the package in Butters hands.

The blond nodded quickly, " y-yeah, let's just go and get breakfast" He blushed, looking at the package closely again.

Eric backed the car out of the driveway and began to head down the early morning street.

"…..what the fuck is that?" Eric asked, quirking a dull brow.

Butters shrugged, "I-I don't know" He whimpered curiously, turning the tape over in his hands.

Furrowing his brow, Eric took the tape from Butters and stuck it into his car tape player. While he did that and adjusted the volume, Butters looked at the papers that accompanied the envelope in confusion. Shuffling through them, a number of pictures caught his eye. Picking one up, Butters saw it was a photo of him …. And ….

Eric?

'The following is a taped consultation with patient #30299, Butters Leopnd Scotch' a female professional sounding voice said. 'Please state your name, and reasoning for this procedure'

Butters and Eric's eyes shifted to the tape player.

'Um … m-my name is Butters Scotch ...and I'm here to erase E-Eric Cartman' The familiar spastic teen's voice came.

Both teen's mouths dropped open in shock.

' H-He's mean. All he does is m-make me feel like a little butthole!' He exclaimed while sniffing on the tape. 'W-We just broke up-and…and…I don't want to remember anymore! I-I can't keep crying all the time!' The butters on tape whimpered. 'E-Eric is a cold lying bully, and doesn't care about …. Anyone! But himself! H-He been lying to me my whole life, and he cheats on me ….T-The whole ANGRY a-act gets old after a long time! H-He thinks only about himself…He thinks-thinks he's so cool … but I don't think so anymore….I-I see him for what he really is!'

Eric's eyes narrowed angrily, "what …the fucking hell is this?" He snapped uncomfortably, looking back and forth between Butters and the road.

" I-I don't know! " Butters stammered looking scared, while holding up his hands trying to calm down the angry Eric.

The tape continued in the background, 'E-Eric is selfish, and moody... And... Just in-inconsiderate! He-He has a short temper, and treats me like trash! I've become so dependent on him a-and… I think he wants me that way! It makes h-him feel good! B-but what about me! He doesn't care!' The blond ranted on the tape. ' Eric-Eric doesn't know what he wants… and … He makes y-you suffer for it…E-Everything was always …my fault! I just don't love him anymore…'

Slamming on the breaks, the car jerked to a sudden stop. Ejecting the tape, Eric angrily shoved it back into Butters hands. "Get out" He growled.

"E-Eric I swear…I don't even remember any of those mean things" Butters head began to spin as his eyes began to well up with tears. "I-I'm telling the truth "

Reaching across him, Eric opened Butters door for him. "Get out" He snarled impatiently …

"b-But Eric…" Butters pleaded but Eric gave the worst death glare of his life, Undoing his seatbelt quickly, Butters stumbled out of the car with his package and the cassette tape in hand. As soon as he was back on the sidewalk, Eric peeled the Truck away from the curb and sped off down the street.

Butters felt awful; his heart was throbbing in pain as he stood there crying. What the hell was going on? How come he had a tape of himself-saying such mean things about Eric? He just MET the guy! This didn't make ANY sense!

Clutching the package to him, Butters ran home. He ran so fast that his legs began to ache and sting with the pain of the sudden excursion. Bursting though his front door, he instantly went to the mail, and shuffled through the rest of it. There was another package he'd missed…it was also addressed to him. Dropping both packages, Butters ripped the other open, and began to desperately search through them.

He spilled their contents onto the floor, began to rout through the items. There were photos, trinkets, letters, small toys and notes, and even a few items of clothing that he didn't recognize. Butters continued to cry; each of these items seemed to be related to Butters. But he didn't understand! How was this possible? He didn't even REMEMBER the boy!

Pushing aside a few items, Butters noticed a cover letter-peeking out, with a brand on the top with the symbol of Leo, the name of the company was a blur.

Fishing it out, the twitching blond began to read it. The letter was basically addressed him; it gave a brief explanation of what the unknown company did, and how they erased selected memories from people. There was a contract attached to it-sighed by a doctor, and then by Butters. Himself.

" I-I don't…what is all this!"He cried. It was indeed his signature, though.

Was this some kind of trick from the fella's?

Looking closely at the cassette tape again, Butters popped it into the living room sound system, and continued to listen. He hated that that he'd said such mean things about Eric.

But what was even worse was that Butters was worried that it that it just might be true. The way he spoke on the tape…he sounded so distraught. So heartbroken. The more he listened, Butters deducted that he and Eric HAD actually been going out. He found journal pages, written by himself, that detailed more events of their relationship-happier times as well as the troubled ones. There were also a number of pictures of the two of them; in each, Butters always looked a bit shy and was obviously blushing-while Eric had a content smirk on his lips as he held him close. And in a few, rare photos… Butters was smiling happily.

He couldn't remember the last time he smiled for a picture.

Yet here was the proof. The small blond had continued to cry as he looked over these memories- these mementos and personal items. He'd really done it. He had erased someone he'd loved; he'd chosen to forget the only relationship he'd ever had. Why? Well, as he continued reading (and listening to his own tape testimony) that Eric had flirted and cheated on him with someone else, and they'd broken up.

But that was then.

Now, Butters was worried. He'd felt something with Eric; there was deeper connection there. But Eric had just heard Butters bitching about him on tape; that couldn't be good. Wringing his hand together sadly, the blond finally stood up and cleared up the floor of papers and photos. Grabbing a letter that he'd gotten from Eric (apparently) he folded it up and decided to take it with him.

Placing the rest of memorabilia out of the way, Butters stopped the cassette tape and shoved it into his pocket as well.

Heading outside into the chilly foggy rain morning again, Butters quickly looked at the address and headed to the general neighborhood where Eric's house was. He had no idea if the chestnut teen would be there; he'd seemed pretty mad in the truck. But where else would he GO at this time of the morning?

It took him almost twenty-minutes to find Eric's neighborhood, and finally his home. Butters stood outside the door for a few minutes, suddenly getting cold feet. What if Eric didn't believe him? What if he was still pissed off?

Trying to gather up what courage he could, butters tentatively knocked on the door. After a few minutes, a woman answered the door. She had brown hair. For a moment, the blond froze in terror. Did he have the wrong house? Oh no.

"oh , hello butters! Long time no see!" she greeted happily.

His blue eyes stared at her curiously. "Um…hi?" He questioned.

"Eric's upstairs." He muttered. The woman was definitely a relation to Eric; she seemed very different from Eric. "Be careful though. He seemed kind of upset as he tore up the stairway."

Butters stepped in and gently shut the door behind him. " O-oh?" The blond looked up at her. "U-upset about what?"

" I really don't know" The woman shrugged butters took a guess that it was Eric's mother, moving back into their kitchen. "He had some kind of package in his hand" Butters assumed she'd just gotten up like they had.

Butters nodded. "Um th-thanks ? " He sheepishly muttered, before he began to head upstairs as slowly and quietly as possible.

He wasn't really sure where he was going, but the door at the end of the hall was shut. Finally, there was an empty bathroom, and one more door. It was not completely shit; it was open a crack and there was a small amount of light coming from it.

Shifting toward it, Butters listened curiously as he heard a voice coming from inside. Standing right at the door, he took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

He saw things scattered around the room haphazardly. It looked so messy, but immediately, Butters saw a ripped package…one that looked exactly his own. Furrowing his brow cutely, the noticed photos, notes and letters even a small locket of the two of them as kids thrown around; some even looked like duplicates of the photos Butters himself had gotten. Finally stepping fully into the room, He noticed Eric.

The chestnut teen was sitting on the floor; photos and memorabilia scattered around him; he was holding some papers in his left hand-quickly running his bloodshot eyes over them like he couldn't believe what he reading while holding a brown furred bear that looks like the head was fixed back on.

He looked like he'd been crying. But Eric wasn't talking...

Butters then realized the voice was, in fact, Eric's…but it was coming from a cassette player. He must have gotten a tape too.

"H-Hey…" The blond greeted sheepishly.

Eric snapped his head up-his face falling even more when he realized it was Butters. "Hey" He greeted. "Look what I got…." The chestnut teen mumbled, motioning around his room.

Butters nodded, fidgeting with the bottom of his ill-buttoned shirt.

'Butters is completely helpless.' He heard Eric's voice on tape ranting angrily. 'He's so dependent on me; I mean, fuck, I have to do EVERYTHING for him. He's always going on about something...god it's draining just being around' the voice continued. 'It's a twenty-four hour job. I don't even feel like his boyfriend. I'm like his keeper. He's needy, a crybaby, and he's a complete waste of time! Besides, HE erased ME first! I had every right to do this!'

The blond lowered his eyes shamefully. Eric noticed, and felt a well of guilt engulf his heart. "Look butters…I'm just … I'm just so fucking sorry "He sighed, standing up and smoothing out his clothing. Butters could tell he was trying to compose himself and look strong and hold back his tears. "I shouldn't have kicked you out of the car. I was just … kind of shocked."

"It's o-ok…I-I understand" Butters nodded.

But the still-playing tape interrupted them,' I mean, so what I flirted with someone? Going out doesn't mean we're fucking married. Red isn't anyone serious, Butters just needs to chill. I swear, he gets jealous more than anyone else I know! I can't do anything without him freaking out-thinking that I'm cheating on him, or that I'm working for the damn government!"

"Eric cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Let me turn this off." He offered, heading over to the player.

But Butters took a shy step forward, "N-No um it's only f-fair. You had to listen to mine-mine" He admitted sadly, rubbing his knuckles together as he bit the flesh of his lower lip.

' I sunk almost six years into that relationship' the taped voice of Eric lamented, 'and what do I fucking get for it? Not even THANK YOU but -random phone calls about how alone he is , fucking weak! –and the occasional injury when starts flailing and I have to calm him down' He growled 'why did I have to pick him? I'm normal enough; I should be with a normal person... Not some weak cry baby'

Eric's brown eyes sadly ran over Butters. He looked heartbroken again. "Oh dear…" Butters spoke up finally, trying to blink back the tears in his eyes. "I'm …just gonna go…"

But when he looked back, Butters was already out the door. Heading out after him, Eric jobbed down the stairs as he saw the blond heading back outside into the cool rain morning. "Butters, wait"

"T-This isn't going to work." Butters choked out, rubbing his eyes. "I-I need to go"

A hand clasped around his arm, and prevented Butters from getting any further than the walkway. The neighborhood was still silent around them, because it was still rather early. But Eric liked that better; he didn't need neighbors or friends witnessing this.

"Please …just wait" He spoke gravely

Butters turned and looked up to the tall teen with a sad gaze. "W-why? Wait for what?"

"I dunno, I just …" He sighed, already exasperated. "I just want you to wait, for a little while…" Eric was aware he wasn't making any sense. But this was all surreal.

Is this why he felt a connection to Butters: Because They'd dated already? It had ended badly, and apparently, it was bad enough that BOTH of them erased the other. But now that he was here, Eric felt something lingering in his heart. They had just spent a great night together, and he didn't want to give that up.

The blond's hair was already wet from the rain he sighed- drawing Eric's attention back to him. " l-look, we know this isn't going to work," He winced; his large , Blue eyes were still welled up with tears. It was killing Eric to see him look so sad.

"That doesn't mean we can't try." Eric argued, taking a step closer to Butters. "I can't see anything about you that I don't like." The chestnut haired teen continued in a firm tone.

There was a heavy silence that fell between them. When Butters drew his eyes back up Eric's brown ones- He saw Eric staring at him with a warm, albeit sad, expression.

Reaching forward, Eric wrapped his long arms around Butters smaller frame and pulled him closer.

"Ok" He muttered deeply, lifting a hand to brush some stray tears from Butters soft cheek.

Butters blinked and stared as the tall teen in shock. "O-ok?" He repeated.

"Ok." Eric stated again. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against Butter's in a deep, desperate kiss. The blond moaned into his mouth; his small hands clutching the front of Eric's jacket. His large arms were completely wrapped around him-trapping Butters right against his chest. It almost felt like Eric would never let go.

When they finally parted, their faces didn't move too far apart. Eric's nose nuzzled Butters; the blond's eyes were now hazy and slightly confused… but also content.

"Butters, I want to try again" He admitted quietly. "I hate admitting I'm wrong but... From what I've read, and from what I've heard... I was" He muttered. "I don't want to give up on it. Not yet"

The blond nestled his head closer beneath Eric's chin. He felt so comfortable and safe in his arms, and he knew why. He trusted Eric; He was familiar. "B-But…aren't you worried we'll just … b-break up again?"

"We won't" He answered confidently.

Butters looked up at him finally, " B-But…"

"Butters." Eric soothed, Lifting a hand and stroking it back through his wet blond hair. " will you give me another chance? I've ….been feeling weird for the past week. And I only started to feel better when we started talking; when we started hanging out together." He purred, resting his forehead against the smaller teen. "I don't want to lose you, to give you up yet..I...Want to try"

Blue sea orbs met dark fire-brown and they stared at one another for a few minutes.

"I beg of you….please" Eric whispered.

Hearing the attractive, brooding teen say 'please' made something flutter in Butters heart. While they had ample evidence that they might NOT be perfect for one another… Butters believed him. He believed in Eric , he was serious and Wanted to be with him . That was rare; Butters fingered no one would ever want to be with him. But here was this strong, handsome boy who was begging for another chance.

Standing on up on his toes, Butters placed his soft lips against Eric's rough one's. " Ok" He whimpered, Before repeating. "Ok"

A small smile grew on Eric lips; to the blond, it almost looked like he was trying to contain his relief and happiness. Butters found a similar, shy smile crossing his lips.

That's when something clicked, it was like a memory, flashed though their minds.

Everything came back …

Even the day Butters gave Clyde JR to Eric…

Breaking the kiss again, both boys caught their breath and stared at one another.

"Are you sure …" Butters began hesitantly.

But Eric cut him off. "I'm sure" He whispered" I'm so sure"
"Me t-too" The blond agreed sweetly, Hugging Eric tightly as he rested his head on his chest. He could hear Eric's heart thumping quickly as his ear pressed against his chest

Butters smiled.

Neither one would forget this moment…

Then the rain stopped ….