Imagine Cartters

America don't ya cry

Butters pov

I woke up the next day with the biggest migraine. I had little to no memories of what happened last night. The only thing I remember was that now I was unemployed and I got really drunk. I was lying on the couch and snuggled into my blankets. They were warm and they smelled like Eric. I looked around without moving my head, where was Eric? I blinked for a moment and when I opened my eyes Eric was there.

"You're awake!" He said smiling in a attractive way

"Yeah," I said my voice was dry and raspy and I coughed

"Butters you are so stupid," He said shaking his head and putting a thermometer in my mouth

"Yup you got a fever alright," Eric said confirming my suspicions "Does your head hurt?"

"It hurts so freaking much," I murmur

Eric nodded and went into the kitchen. He came a second later with a cup of water and a little container of Ibuprofen. He grabbed my shoulders and slowly sat me up. He helped take a sip of water, swallow the pill and then take another sip to fully swallow it. Eric then slowly lay me down.

"I can't believe you had sixteen glasses of scotch and a bottle of whisky," Eric said petting my head

"I know it was stupid," I groaned I never took alcohol well

Eric sat besides the couch and sighed. I knew he was worried about the whole situation just as much as I was. Though he wasn't mentioning it for my sake. I was glad I had Eric with me and I was glad I loved him.

"You want me to do anything for you?" Eric asked

"Could you sing for me again?" I asked remebering how nice it sounded last time

"I don't know B-Butts that was a once in lifetime thing," He said blushing a bit

"Please! You sounded so nice, pleaaaasse!" I whined

"Okay," Eric sighed "What do want me to sing?"

"America!" I answered right away

"I thought so," Eric in mock annoyance "Okay but I might miss a few words."

"Don't worry I'll be your background singer," I said squeezing my pillow

Eric smiled and took a deep breath. He cleared his throat and began to sing.

" Is this just an illusion
That I made inside my head to get me by?
20 years in debt
20 years in the government
20 years can never get me by

Eric had amazing voice, I didn't care I was the only one who that. It sounded so nice that I quietly joined in.

"Then I feel you close
Feel you close like you wanted me to
Feel you close like you wanted me to
Believe in you

Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on
Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on

As the song went on we were on perfect harmony. Though my voice was raspy and dry and Eric's was tired but to a someone with an extreme hangover it sounded just like the band did.

" From farmers in the fields
To the tallest of the towers that fall and rise
1-7-7-6
The names upon the list
For all the ones that gave until they died
Don't you hold back
I can see in your mind, and your mind will set you free

And I feel you close
Feel you close like you wanted me to
Feel you close like you wanted me to
Believe in you

Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on
Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on

Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on
Rise to the top of the world, America
America, don't you cry
Lift me up
Give me strength to press on"

When we finished the song we both sighed. I smiled at Eric and he returned it. He moved closer towards me. I started to blush and I felt as if my temperature was going up.

"We sounded just like Dan Renolds," I said knowing that was a complete lie

"Of course we did Butters," Eric played a long

He cupped my my cheek with one hand and rubbed my head with the other. He was getting really close to me now and I felt as if I was going to explode from the redness in my face. Eric was also red but coming closer.

"I like your singing Eric.." I murmur

"You're not bad yourself," He said even quiter

"Thank you.." I said in barely a whisper

I touched his face and moved even closer to him. Before we knew it we were kissing. It was incredible, and I knew Eric liked it too. I played with his hair and he stroked mine. We both got so into it and didn't want to stop. Every few seconds we deepen it a little more. Eric pulled me to him and I hugged his neck. We eventually started to French kiss, this would've gotten on forever until we heard the door open.

Kyle was standing in the doorway with Bebe, they were both staring at us.