A/N: Hola~ I just want to say that I realized that this fic is going to be long. At the rate it's going, it's probably going to be at least twenty chapters. And by the end of it, I'm probably be going to be sitting on my couch writing an A/N at the end of it, singing the lyrics "Let's see how far we've come~". Ah, anyway. I just want to thank everyone who has stuck with it up to this point. Thank you~ Thank you~ Thank you~
Possible warnings: The usual.
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park.
Reviews (because even if I thanked all of you up there, I want to thank each of you personally. You all make me smile.):
Angelic Guardian: Ah, don't rule out Kyman and Kenric yet. Eric may have a soft spot for Butters, but the other two still have a chance. Don't give up hope~ And yes. xD Poor little gay Butters...I was going to say something like "All the boys totally want him~"...but then I thought of the song If You Seek Amy. Ah..Anyway..I didn't plan to put Clyde in it until this chapter. See, I have the end to it planned out, and the beginning is already done; the middle is the problem...That reminds me of a quote in the TV show Heroes...well, a book about Heroes anyway...I'm getting off topic. Anyway. Really though? Ike's okay. I love Clyde though.
Alcorion: O.O NO! No, no, no! xc Syle is just...ewh. Not my cup of tea. Anyway, I thought that someone would think that. I almost didn't name that chapter that. There's enough Syle out there in the world. I'm not dissing it, but it will not be in this story if I can help it.
B-pod: Ah, I can understand that. Like I've said, to each his own. I've read two Kenric fics that really made me appreciate the couple. Plus, you know...Cartman sings Heat of the Moment because Kenny was dying in one episode. o.o That might be what made me start to ship them. And I'm glad you enjoyed the tiny, tiny speck of a Cryde reference in chapter eight. I couldn't help but throw that in there, and I find it a bit ironic I did that before you told me you liked it.
xEmerald Isle: Most of them? May I ask which ones you don't like?
MonkeysUncle: :o Another Dip fan? Yeeees. I'll try to fit more Dip in there.
Anyway, thank all of you.
"Butters, this is the gayest movie I think I have ever seen in my life."
Kenny, Cartman, Kyle, Stan, and Butters were sitting in the movie theater. Unfortunately for four of the boys, Wendy had decided that she would tag along to spend time with her boyfriend. The movie they were currently watching was some romance type thing that only Butters and Wendy were enjoying. The other boys had wanted to see something else, but Wendy had bitched until they had chosen the pussy chick-flick.
The group were sitting in a common order for them when Wendy and Butters were with them, now that Cartman and the raven haired girl were dating; Wendy, Eric, Kenny, Butters, Stan, then Kyle. Before, it had always been the same, but Wendy had been between Kenny, who would occasionally try to grab her tits in the dark theater, only to be swatted and yelled at, and Stan; Butters would be on the other side of Eric where Wendy was currently sitting, and because his old seat was now always occupied, the blond felt a bit replaced.
'Oh hamburgers! That won't last long..'
Butters planned on replacing the girl's spot, and soon. He didn't have a plan formed just yet, but Professor Chaos would figure out something soon.
Kenny was making Cartman frustrated-both the normal way people got frustrated with their idiot friends and the sexual way. The blond would reach into Cartman's popcorn bucket and grab the food in it. Not only was he eating Cartman's food, which was what was pissing him off the normal way, but every time he did it, his figures would rub against the bottom of the bucket-which had been more than half gone between the two of them before even half of the gay ass film playing was even over-causing them to rub against a bulge that was now residing in Cartman's jeans because of the action.
Cartman had protested loudly about the boy dipping his hand into the popcorn bucket at first, earning him a loud "Sh!" from Wendy and a softer "A-ah, jeez Eric. C-could you quieten down a bit?" from Butters. Wendy's voice did nothing but piss him off more, but the way Butters had spoken to him-the tone of his voice-had caused him to quieten down a bit, but not before making a show of rolling his eyes and saying "Whateva, I do what I want."; Eric knew that Butters didn't get to go to the theater much these days because his strict parents wouldn't let him, and the blond was so afraid of getting grounded that the only time he would defy the wish was when Eric himself would invite him to tag along.
Cartman had gave up protesting, just so his bitch girlfriend would shut the fact up and so Butters could watch the gay ass thing called a "movie" going on in front of them. Instead, he punched at Kenny's arm; the blond still didn't stop what he was going. At first Cartman had thought that the McCormick boy had just wanted his food, but the smirk he saw on the blond's face made him wonder if he knew what he was doing to the brunet's body.
'Probably. Whateva. If he wants to rub my hot spicy boner, then fuck if I care if he eats my food. Not like his poor ass could afford his own.'
It wasn't like him and Wendy had went all the way yet. The girl beside him wouldn't put out for him yet.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
It was the first time in minutes that Kyle had spoken. 'Heh, the Jew is probably enjoying this crap.' Cartman was wrong though. The redhead had been watching Cartman. He was becoming frustrated; both Kenny and Butters had a leg up on him with Eric. How was he supposed to get ahead? Cartman actually did what Butters asked and he was letting Kenny eat his food; Kyle knew that the football player would never do either with him.
Kyle got up to go to the bathroom to think.
"I can't watch this shit anymore." Cartman sat up, ready to leave the isle and find something else to watch. "Let's go find something better. It can't be hard to find something better to watch than this. Coming, you guys?"
Wendy was so engrossed in the film that she didn't notice her boyfriend getting up to leave. Butters though, who's attention and thoughts never strayed far from Eric, looked up at the boy, a little bit of disappointment on his face. 'It wouldn't be all bad. I may not get to see the rest of the film, but at least I'll be able to sit by Eric again.'
"Ah, jeez, Eric. I-if you really w-want to.."
Butters was about to stand up to get out of his seat, but Cartman held his large hand up in front of the blond's face to stop him.
"No Butters," Butters was afraid he had angered Eric when he had asked him to quieten down. Had he got too far? Would Eric not want to be his friend anymore? Butters wouldn't be able to live if that happened; he would kill himself without Eric. Dread filled him and his eyes started to water, but if the brunet with his hand in his face realized it, he didn't show it. "Stay here and enjoy the film. We'll meet you outside. If my bitch girlfriend gives you any problems, slap her and tell her to shut up and go get you something to drink."
Butters smiled. If Eric was telling him he could slap Wendy, he couldn't have been too angry with him, right? "A-alright, Eric..." Butters agreed to watch the movie, but after a seconds thought, he frowned, lucky he changed his mind before Eric was out of sight; the boy would be hard to find again if he lost sight of him. Luckily for Butters, Cartman wasn't even out of the isle yet.
The blond didn't want to leave Cartman, especially if Kenny was staying with the larger boy. It was untelling what the poor boy would try to do; he wasn't exactly shy, like Butters.
"E-Eric, wait."
He would have screamed after the boy, but he didn't want Wendy to hear and bitch or follow them. The sound of his quiet voice caught Eric's attention though, because the larger boy turned to look at him. Butters stood up and quickly wanted to escape before his foe, Wendy, noticed what they were doing. The blond made his way over to Cartman.
"I-I'll go with you."
Butters stared up at Cartman, blue eyes meeting brown.
"Butters, you sure?"
Butters smiled, thinking about how considerate Cartman had become over the years. He really loved the boy.
"Y-yeah."
Butters took a hold of Eric's arm, something he rarely did in public, and held onto the larger boy. He was so glad Eric would let him touch him; not many people wanted a fag clinging to him. Not many people stared though as they made their way out of the isle, because people were used to the sight of the two of them by now. Plus, Butters could pass as a girl; he had when they were kids.
"I'm going to wait for Kyle, you guys."
Stan was watching Butters as he clung to Eric. Sights like this one still surprised him. He didn't understand why Cartman would let Butters cling to him when if anyone else but him or Kenny-except maybe Wendy-tried to do it, they would get their face smashed in.
"Whatever, Hippie. Come on, Kenneh."
Kenny nodded and followed behind Cartman and Butters, all the while rolling his eyes at the way Butters was clinging to their fat-if you could even call him that-friend. He muttered swear words under his breath; he would have to try harder. He was sure giving Cartman a hard-on would help, but all traces of it were gone. Good. He didn't want Butters near Cartman when he had a hard-on. He had seen Eric look at Butters' ass more than once-although, no one else ever seemed to notice-and worried about what would happen if they were alone together; Butters was a pussy, but would Cartman make a move?
When Kyle finally came back from the bathroom, he was even more irritable than before. The boys got up and left, leaving Wendy there, to look for their three mission friends. After thirty minutes of wondering around, thinking they'd be in the section for the movie 'Legion', they finally gave up and sat outside the theater.
Said friends in question were sitting in the section for 'The Lovely Bones'. Butters, having read the book a few years earlier, had begged for them to see it. After countless eye rolls from both Kenny and Eric, the blond had got his way. Eric had stated "Whateva, Butters. Anything has to be better than that shit we were watching before.", and filed away the way Butters looked when he was begging "Please, please Eric!" for him to jack off to later.
Butters had his arms wrapped around Eric's still, and his head was on the brunet's shoulder. Kenny, who hadn't said anything since the movie began, surprised Eric by reaching out and taking the brunet's hand, the blond's head laying on Eric's free shoulder. Sometimes when Kenny would sleep over, he would sleep in Eric's bed, and if the brunet was tired enough, they would press together and spoon; still, Kenny had never held Eric's hand, especially in public, unless he was joking around. Still, the blond wasn't that surprised when Cartman allowed it.
The blond had to wonder how they looked; Two blond, blue eyed boys clinging to the town's known Nazi? No one seemed to notice though, as everyone focused on the movie in front of them.
A/N: Ah, I've seen both movies mentioned during this chapter. And as a side note? I'm watching a romance movie right now. Hugh Jackman~ Whoo~
Seriously though, I hope you all enjoyed. Until next time-which will hopefully be soon,-adios~