This was a request from Newkeed Dushbag. It's Cutters/Buttman (whatever you want ot call it). I wasn't sure what to do with this one at first, but I figured it out obviously. Here you go!

Told in Butters's POV

Pairing: Cutters/Buttman

Song: Sara Barielles- Brave

Say what you wanna say

And let the words fall out

Honestly I wanna see you be brave

With what you want to say

And let the words fall out

Honestly I wanna see you be brave

The door opens, and I'm hit with a foul odor. Gee, it sure does stink! I plug my nose and made my way into Eric's room. His window was wide open, and the curtains were billowing in the breeze. He should be here. He told me he'd be here.

I tried to find the source of the smell. I tried to find where the smell was strongest. I eventually found a box under Eric's bed that was the holder of whatever smelled so bad. Out of curiosity, I opened up the box. The rancid smell became stronger as the lid lifted and I found the object of interest.

A zip lock bag full of weed.

Gee, why would Eric have weed in his room. He doesn't smoke. Does he?

I can't recall him ever smoking in front of me. But there are times where he seems really giddy and out of character, or when his eyes look all red and bloodshot, or even both.

Come to think of it, those are affects from smoking marijuana...

I shook my head of those thoughts. Eric would never do such a thing.

But the evidence says otherwise...

Oh hamburgers! I'm so conflicted!

I reached into the book, and pulled out the bag. The weed smelled exactly how you would expect it to smell like. Super bad. Like shit.

"Butters, what the hell are you doing?!"

I dropped the bag and the box, and jumped about a foot in the air. The bag fell on the bed, and the box hit the floor with an audible thump.

Eric was standing in the doorway, looking pissed.

Oh hamburgers.

I'm so dead.

"Oh uh h-hey Eric." I stuttered nervously.

"Butters, what are you doing?" Eric asked me.

"Uh nothing." I whispered.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Butters!" Eric shouted. "Why were you in my room, going through my stuff?"

"Well I just came here to wait for you to come back, and it smelled really bad, so I tried to look for whatever stunk, and I found this under your bed." I explained, gesturing to the bag of weed. "Why do you have marijuana, anyway?"

"None of your business fag!" Eric pointed a finger at me, then pushed past me.

"Don't you realize how dangerous pot is?" I questioned him.

"Why should I care?"

"You could die Eric. Smoking is dangerous. Marijuana or not."

"Don't you think I know that?" Eric shoved me away, and picked up the box from the floor, and scooped up the bag, tossing it in the box.

"Why do you do it then?" I asked him.

Eric stopped moving for a second. Then he snapped the lid of the box shut and tossed it onto the bed, plopping next to it. He crossed his arms and shot me a nasty glare.

"None. Of. Your. Damn. Business." He growled.

I scratched the back of my head. "S-sorry Eric." I apologized sheepishly. "But I'm just concered about you, ya know?"

Eric rolled his eyes at me. "Only a fag would say that, Butters." He spat. "And a nosy fag at that."

I looked down, feeling ashamed of my nosiness. I was just trying to help.

"Whatever. I know you mean well, Butters, but sometimes people just don't want help." Eric told me. Oh hamburgers, I must have said that out loud.

"But why would you do this?" I asked. "I mean, people usually turn to this type of thing when they have problems they don't know how to solve or don't know what to do about... Do you have a problem, Eric?"

Eric's glare faltered.

"That's-that's not something you should be concerned about!" He yelled.

"But I'm your friend, Eric. I'm supposed to help you with whatever is bothering you!"

Eric stomped over to me, poking me in the chest with his finger. "I don't need your fucking help, Butters! I am more than fucking capable of solving my own damn problems!"

I swallowed. Gee, Eric can be threatening sometimes.

"Please just tell me Eric." I pleaded with him. "I want to help you." I put a hand gently on his shoulder.

Eric flinched a little at my touch. He let out a long sigh, and said in a soft voice, "Fine."

Eric walked back to the bed, and sat down. He gestured for me to sit next to him. I did. "Tell me what's wrong buddy. How many problems are there?"

"One." Eric replied bluntly.

"Oh okay. What is it?"

"Promise you won't make fun of me?"

"I would never make fun of you, Eric."

"I'm gay Butters."

That answer caught me off guard. Gee, I never would have guessed that!

"Are you serious, Eric? That doesn't seem like such a huge problem to me."

"WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!" Eric screamed at me. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PEOPLE WOULD MAKE FUN OF ME?!"

I cowered a bit when Eric screamed. "Eric... people won't make of you. Remember when Craig and Tweek came out? And Damien and Pip? I think the only person who gave them shit was you, Eric."

Eric did a double take, then said, "Yeah... it makes me a huge hypocrite, but what if they make fun of me because I made fun of them?"

"Don't worry... if anyone makes fun of you, I'll stick up for you. You just need to be brave."

Eric smiled at me. "Thanks Butters. That uhh... That really means a lot."

"No problem Eric. I'll always be right there."

"Even if I get AIDS again."

"Even then Eric." I leaned forward and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

Eric's eyes went wide and his face turned pink.

I giggled.

He looks good in pink.

And since your history of silence

Won't do you any good,

Did you think it would?

Let your words be anything but empty

Why don't you tell them the truth?

Say what you wanna say

And let the words fall out

Honestly I wanna see you be brave

Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been super busy with life and family issues and other fanfics. But I hope you guys like this one. I watched the episode where Cartman got aids, and I had a super fangirl moment when Butters kissed Cartman like woah man.

Until next time, my lovely readers!

-Liv