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Insistent chatter surrounded the room in an irritating bout of delight that Butters wished he could get today. A shot of fleeting heaven—to give him ecstasy like no other, a total paradise. The only thing the blond boy would get would be heartache and misery. Usually, the bright-eyed boy would laugh it off and move on, though today it tugged at his very soul and no longer would he be in a rapture, no, today he had to get a torment like no other. A despair that was Eric not being at school.
It wasn’t unlike Eric Cartman to miss school, yet every time it worries the tall fourth grader. What if he’s hurt? What if he’s in the hospital? Oh hamburgers!
Despite that, Butters was stuck at school; tapping his fingers on his desk in a persistent show of his exasperation.
A simple Thursday afternoon, turnt upside down because of his best friend not being there. In the morning, when Butters was walking to the bus stop, he met with Kyle, Stan, and Kenny. All three of them were standing, looking in front of them into the street—a regular occurrence for the boys to be in.
“Oh hey fellas! You have any idea where Eric is?” Butters asks.
Stan looked up from his phone, “I have no idea, maybe he’s just late.”
“Why do you care if Cartman isn’t here?” Kyle asked with suspicion, though as well with a smirk.
Now all three boys were staring at the blond, waiting for his answer, “Oh um—I’m just worried?”
“Ye ahh… Just worried.” The ginger rolled his eyes, and continued his conversation with Stan and Kenny.
Am I gay for Eric? Of course not! Kyle’s just jokin’. Heh. Oh biscuits! What if I am gay?
Though, that was hours ago, Butters was now in Mr. Garrison’s class, waiting for dismissal. Tapping his fingers systematically on his wooden desk, counting every second til the bell rang and he could get on his bus. One, two, three. The third hand on the clock clicked for every second gone by, all until it reaches sixty seconds. Four, five, six. Anxiety filling his core until he finally is able to see Eric. Seven, eight, nine. So close to leaving, he can almost taste the rainy weather outside. Ten! The bell rang, leaving Butters in an euphoria he’s never felt before. The blue-eyed boy not caring about the sprinkling of the water above-head, all that matters now was seeing if Eric is all-right.
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Everything was going to be a-okay, right? Butters wondered as he walked to Eric’s house. He’d gotten permission to see his friend and he wouldn’t lie to say he wasn’t ecstatic! It didn’t take long for him to get to Eric’s house, leaving the blond still feeling adrenaline.
Standing in front of Cartman’s door, he had no idea why his heart beat faster around him, nor why he cared so much, or maybe he did. If he did, he wouldn’t know how to explain it. He wanted Eric so badly, but he had no idea why he wanted him so badly. He couldn’t think about that while finding out if Eric is okay! C’mon Butters! You can do this, fella! Standing at the doorway, he knocked, and knocked, and knocked. Finally, Liane opened the door. Her eyes were a little dilated, sorta like she’s real happy. Butters wondered what to say, but Liane spoke before him.
“Oh Butters! Nice to see you here! Don’t worry, i’m not—everything’s fine!”
“Ms. Cartman, I was wonderin’ about Eric.” Butters asked, confused on her statement.
“Poopsiekins? He’s a bit sick, that's all!”
“Thank ya for tellin’ me! You think I could… Go upstairs and see him?”
Liane’s nostrils were flared and stressed, with some little white stuff under it. Butters had no idea what it was, but it didn’t bother him one bit.
“No! I mean… Of course you can see him, just don’t worry about the living room—nothing was happening! Don’t worry, sweetie.”
Liane lets the blond walk through, as he enters the living room, he sees credit cards and tubes lying around! Why is that around, and why is there more weird white stuff on that credit card? Liane leads him up the stairs, bringing him right to Eric’s room.
“Have fun, remember, don’t tell your parents about the mess. I’m sure they wouldn’t want you making fun of others’ houses, sweetie pie.” The brunette’s words were sugary sweet, yet gave Butters a weird taste in his mouth. It does kinda smell a bit weird in here.
Moving the door handle, he was brought into an extremely familiar room, Eric’s room. Once finally submersed into his room—not caring about Eric’s squawk of indignation—Butters could smell the illness, which made him feel extremely nauseous.
“Why the fuck,” Eric’s voice was scratchy and was cut off by a hefty cough, “are you here?”
“Oh-um. Hey Eric! I was just wonderin’ if you’re alright!”
“Does it look like I’m alright?” The chubby boy was surrounded by tissues and every odd minute he’d cough. The lights were off and he was covered in blankets. Butters would say he didn’t look okay but he knew better.
Butters sighed and rushed to the brunet’s side, holding his arm that wasn’t covered up by the hundreds of blankets.
“I’m glad to see you, Eric.” The blond felt his face get hotter, but not from them sharing body heat.
“Thanks, I guess.” The brown-and-blue-eyed boy looked around the room, before staring at Butters with half-lidded eyes. Butters wondered if his face was flushed from the fever or something else.
His face flushed, and without thought, Butters leaned down, pressing his lips on the brunet boy below him. Eric melted into the kiss. It barely lasted a few seconds, but it meant everything to Butters.
However, all that moment did was get the blond to be laying in bed, with the same sickness as Eric. Though, he would never take back that moment in the boy’s room.