Happy New Year's you guys! Sorry publishing has been so slow but y'know, life. Plus I started working on other fics and they're either no ready for publishing yet or they're more for my own gratification than sharing.
Either way, I need to stop putting my other fics that are being published on the wayside.
I hope you guys are having and continue to have a safe holiday season so you don't find yourself in Butters' predicament.
Anywho, enjoy, I own nothing, and reviews are nice!
The two drove back into town quietly, Cartman's hand on Butters' lap, intertwined with the blond's hand.
Driving through town a car sped by the truck and cut Cartman off suddenly. Had Eric been driving any faster there would have been an accident, instead the brunette honked his horn and cursed the guy out from his seat.
"That's why I like driving you around everywhere," he told Butters once he calmed down and held his hand again.
"What?" Butters asked.
"If anyone else were driving, there would have been a collision back there. But if I'm driving than I have control, I know you'll be safe."
"Eric, you can't always control things like that," Butters said with a sad smile, squeezing his hand. "My dad and I were hit driving through an intersection when there was a green light, and the guy sped through even though his side was on red."
"If you're dad had just been going a little bit slower everything would have been fine," Eric insisted.
"You can't protect people from everything. Accidents happen," Butters continued, stroking the back of Eric's hand with the fingertips of his free hand.
"I understand that, Butters. But at the very least I can keep you from being in another car crash," Cartman spoke through gritted teeth.
Butters kept quiet, he didn't want to make Eric more upset.
. . . . .
Soon they arrived at Butters' house, and Cartman helped Butters into his chair.
"Are you sure you don't want to come in?" Butters asked as Eric wheeled him to his front door.
"Nah, it's okay, I'll just see you tomorrow," Cartman answered.
He helped Butters get through the door.
"Hello boys," Linda said, coming in from the kitchen.
"Hey Mom."
"Hey Mrs. Stotch," both answered in unison.
"Are you two hungry? I can make you something to eat."
Butters turned to look at Eric.
"No, I'm okay," Cartman answered. "I'll see you tomorrow." He leaned over a kissed the top of Butters head before walking out the door.
Linda's eyes shifted from her son to the door to her son again.
"How long has that been going on?" She asked him.
"Just today," he answered, wheeling himself to the kitchen to break the awkwardness.
"It's about time," she whispered under her breath following her son.