Meant to Be: a collection of cartters oneshots!

Just a Dream

I stood in the kitchen, smiling around at the nice job I did. I had spent the whole morning cleaning it and making sure it was perfect. Once I was certain that the kitchen was done, I moved on to the living room. It wasn't a pretty sight. Clothes were all over the place and the couch cushions had been messed up. I sneezed a little, indicating how dusty the room was. It was going to take a few hours to clean but I was going to make the room beautiful.

I spent a good amount of time, gathering up the clothes and putting them away in their respected places, dumping the dirty garments in the wash. I looked a few minutes at the couches before coming with a way to organize them. I moved them diagonally from each other before setting the cushions back in place. I was about to grab my duster when the doorbell rang and I jumped in surprise. After I recovered from the shock, I walked over to the door and opened it to find a solider standing on my porch. He looked solemn and unhappy to be here. I simply smiled.

"Why hello there!" I said cheerfully "What can I do for you sir?"

"My name is Lt. Mathews and you must be Butters Stotch?"

"Oh boy! An army official!" I said excitedly. "Oh um sorry, yes I'm Butters, but I'd prefer to be called Butters Cartman, I prefer my husband's name so much more.

He looked slightly confused by my cheerful attitude, but who didn't. He smiled weakly at me before frowning once more. "I have something for you, it's about Eric Cartman."

About a year ago, I graduated high school and I was scared. Not because I was no longer a child and had to take care of myself, I had been doing that for years, no I was afraid of what my fiancé had told me, a month before graduation.

"I'm joining the army."

Those four words haunted me for months. The fact that my baby was going to be far way from me and in dangerous territory. I kept thinking he was going to die and I'd be left alone. However Eric thought it'd be great for us, he'd get a lot of money and we would be pretty well off. That fact didn't take away my fear however, mostly because I knew Eric was scared himself.

"Marriage!" I said as Eric had just proposed to me and though I was happy, I was also a little nervous. "We are only eighteen! It's way too early!"

Eric sighed and rolled his but did not give up. "I know we're only eighteen dumb dumb, but think about it, if we get married now then we won't have to waste any time when I come back, it's a great idea!"

I crossed my arms thinking. I, in no way believed that engagement or thinking about such a decision was a waste of time but I knew Eric and he was very impatient. Even when we were dating he'd never wait more than ten seconds for me to use the bathroom so obviously he wasn't thrilled with the idea of waiting to get married.

"Can't we just wait...I mean you'll be home sooner than you think and...."

"Ugh Butters!" Eric groaned. "We already waited so long! Come on! I'll feel so much safer when we are married! I have so much plans for us!"

I didn't like what he said about feeling safer, it always gave me a thought of death or separation, however it wasn't like he didn't have a point. Being married, owning a ring that bonded the two of us would bring more of a safe feeling to the both of us. I stayed silent for a moment before finally giving him a kiss on the nose and saying one simple word. "Yes."

I waited anxiously in the changing room, as everyone was starting to leave to the church. I gripped tightly onto my tuxedo, waiting impatiently for Kenny to come and take me to the church. He was a few seconds late and I was freaking out.

"Fuck...Kenny! Where are you!" I kept mumbling to myself, we had spent weeks talking about the plan on who was taking me and it couldn't be messed up now!