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When they woke up in the morning they realized they were cuddling close together, both sharing Butters' sweater as a pillow and Eric's jacket as a blanket. Either only had a moment to register how close they were together when they heard a loud noise outside and sat up.
The side door opened and a fireman walked in.
"There are kids in here," he called out to the people outside. "Hey, are you kids all right?"
Both still groggy, they rubbed their eyes and nodded.
"Come on, let's get you two out of here."
. . . . .
They had put on their sweaters again and were standing next to the fire truck with blankets wrapped around them. They were both looking down at their feet, not quite sure what to say.
"I had a lot of fun last night," Butters said, sheepishly.
"I did too," Eric confessed.
"I should be heading home, my parents are probably worried about me."
"Me too."
Butters turned around to walk home, but then turned back around and quickly gave Eric a peck on the cheek before running off.
Cartman was stunned, but he put his hand to his cheek and found that he was smiling.
"Works every time," Cupid-Me said, bow and arrows in hand, hovering just above Cartman.
"You asshole! Did you shoot me with your stupid fucking arrows?" Cartman turned to him and growled. He leapt to try to capture the flying creature, but he was just out of reach.
"Nope. What you're feeling is coming from yourself, fag," Cupid-Me giggled. "Kiss my ass." And with that he floated away.
All Cartman could do was stare as Cupid-Me floated away, his hands in fists and his whole body trembling in rage. He was fucked.