A Sleepover At Cartman's

Chapter 1- Directly After School(Butters POV)

Butters was over at Cartman's house again. And Cartman seemed pissed off about it.
"God damn it, Butters, do you have to come over every fucking weekend?"
"W-well yes, Eric, my mom is n-never h-home." Butters' stutter had been getting steadily worse over the years, but was especially bad when he was nervous. Which was almost all the time.
"Can't they just leave your ass at home?" Cartman says angrily.
"N-no. Not scince I'm s-so n-nervous all the t-time. They d-don't trust me." Butters frowned and looked at his surroundings. He knew this room by heart, since he had been coming here every weekend since 7th grade. Now, they were in 10th grade, and Butters was still forced to come over. It was fine with him, but Cartman hated it. Or at least Butters thought he did.
"Hey, Butters, why don't you sleep in here for once? My-er…mom..." Cartman frowned and shut himself up. Butters understood.
"Oh-okay, Eric, if you w-want me t-to."
"Butters, stop being so damn gay. I don't want you to. You kinda have to because of my slut mom." Cartman's frown deepened as he picked up a magazine. Butters watched as he flipped through it. For quite awhile now, every time that Butters came over, Cartman would act distracted, and frowned a lot. And wouldn't talk much. It was actually interesting, because at school he'd yell at everyone, and never get distracted from it. At home he was quiet, distracted, and still angry, but he was always angry. He also read a lot, which was most unlike him, because he hates to read. All of this weirdness made questions that would probably get Butters' grounded form in his mind.
"Hey, gaywad." Cartman said quietly, probably not wanting his mom to hear.
"Y-yes, Eric?"Cartman frowned, opened his mouth, then seemed to change his mind.
"Nevermind, fag." Butters frowned also. He was getting tired of that word. Notthat the meaning bothered him, it was just the word.
"Could y-you p-please not call m-me that Eric?" Butters stuttered.
"Why?" Cartman said, smiling "because you are one?" Butters started to get angry.
"Shut up!" Cartman's smile widened at this.
"No, gay-boy."
"Stop calling me that! It's n-not very n-nice." Butters sounded like he was going to cry. Cartman struggled with himself for a moment.
"I-oh, alright, fine. Don't cry, Butters." Cartman frowned again and stared up at the ceiling. Butters smiled.
"Th-thank you, Eric."
"Yeah, whatever, leave me alone." Butters hated being ignored by Cartman. Mostly because Cartman usually paid attention to him.
"I'm b-bored."
"That's nice, Butters. What do you wanna do?" Cartman looked at him, and Butters thought of one thing he wanted to do, but he couldn't…could he?
"I-I dunno, Eric. What d-do you wanna d-do?"
"God, Butters, you're the one who's bored. And would you stop stuttering?"
"I c-can't help it. I-It's n-not my fault." Cartman's expression softened, surprisingly.
"Sorry, it's just annoying. You sound so damn scared all the time." Cartman looked away. Butters smiled.
"I-I know I d-do. Thanks f-for caring, th-though." Cartman stayed silent and closed his eyes. Butters looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.