I was sleeping over at Eric's house, as I do every friday. I'm really happy to have a friend like him.
"BUTTERS! STOP LOOKING STUPID AND HELP ME FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
Eric was staring at me. He looked pissed off.
"S-sorry" I apologized and helped him clean his room. He might be an asshole sometimes, but he is still my best friend. Only Eric really cares about me. (Sometimes). I have some nice moments with him and I just have to wait for them to come. Meanwhile, I'll have to get through his bad mood.
We sat in Eric's bed and played videogames. ...or HE was playing videogames. I was just watching. The TV-screen didn't catch my attention. Eric's smile did. It's really great to see him be happy.
"DIE, FAGGOT, DIE!" Eric shouthed at the screen.
"Eric, can we go to sleep soon?" I asked him. "I'm getting treally tired."
"Well, i'm getting tired of your complaining!" He shouted back. Eric looked even more pissed off. "It's gay to go to sleep early" He explained. "Only Jews does that".
"B-but it's 1 am!" I informed him. He looked back at me with wide eyes.
"Fuck" Eric said as he jumped out of his bed. He ran out the room. I was really confused. At least he wasn't mad at me anymore. I hoped. This room was really cold. That's how Eric liked it, so I have to accept that. After sitting still for a while, I decided to look for my friend.
When I opened the bedroom door, I saw Eric slowly and carefully walk down the steps. I walked over to him. He didn't speak, but tried to tell me something with his hands.
"What are you tryi-" before I finished my sentence, Eric stopped me by holding his hand over my mouth. He held it for a few seconds and whispered "shhh." I nodded and followed him into the kitchen. That's when I realised what he was doing. He was looking for his mother. The reason he walked slowly was to not get cought. His bedtime is at 11 on fridays. When we stay up over the bed time, his mother calls my mother and then both of us get grounded.
In the livingroom, the lights were turned off. Eric looked at me and told me to stay here. I'm not a fan of being alone in the dark, but I didn't want to make him mad at me. I stood still and closed my eyes. The silence was a little creepy. Waiting was the worst part. I sat down on the cold floor. What was Eric doing? It doesn't take that long to walk through the house. This house isn't really big.
Finally, I saw him come back. He didn't look at me. Eric just sighed and walked back to his room. It was dark in the livingroom, so I didn't get to see his face before he was in his room. His eyes were red.
"Eric?"
He didn't answer. He turned off the TV and got in his bed. His face was hidden under the pillow.
"Can you please switch the lights off?" He asked me.
"Sure" I replied and did as he asked. He clearly didn't want to talk about what happened. What made him so sad? What happened? Did I do something? I asked myself these questions while getting into my sleeping bag. Sleeping was hard. Mostly because of Eric sobbing. I had to know what happened.
"You know you can tell me anything?" I asked him." I sat up. "I won't tell anyone else about this. It really hurts me, as your friend, to see you sad." I got up and stood next to his bed.
"Where was your mom?"
"She did- She..- She was asleep. She had already gone to bed." Eric lied. I knew that that's not what happened. To try to comfort him, I sat down next to him.
"C'mon. Tell me the truth. I'm your friend". I told him and turned on the lamp he had next to his bed. Eric's face was all wet from tears. His eyes was more red than earlier. Eric sat up next to me. I hugged him. I have never hugged him before. He hugged me back and cried some tears on my sholder.
"Thanks" he said and kept sobbing. I felt all of his emotions. It actually made me cry a little. He must've kept these emotions for himself a long time. Eric didn't let go of me. I stroked his brown hair a little. What was I supposed to do? I have never been in this situation before. Actually, I have never had a friend before my parents forced me to be friends with Eric, since his mother was nice to mine.
"She was drugged down and lying on the floor" He explained while letting me go.
"What? D-Drugs? My parents says that drugs are bad."
Eric sighed. "Yeah, they are. I'm getting used to coming home to her being full of drugs. I carry her to her bed, and wait for her to wake up".
I didn't know what to say. His mother was always happy and nice. Ms.Cartman was never in a bad mood. At least not when I was around.
We sat there next to eachother. The silence kept on for something that felt like forever. I looked at his sad face. Tears kept running down his cheeks. Eric closed his eyes and dried his tears.
I broke the silence.
"T-Thanks for telling me. It really means a lot to me that you trust me and that you appreciate me as a friend. I didn't know that you even could be sad. You're always mad and angry at school. I don't unders-"
"Shut up Butters." Eric interrupted me. He startes laughing a little, and so did I. This is the Eric i recognize.
"Thanks for being a good friend, Butters. It's good to have someone to trust. The other boys would just bully me. I would never tell them anything. And i'm sorry about being an asshole against you and-"
"Shut up Eric." I interrupted him back. He looked up at me and started laughing. I smiled to him. He hugged me once more and I got back into my sleeping bag.
"Good night, Butters"
"Good night, Eric"
A/N
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed.
Remember that English isn't my main language, so excuse me if my grammar isn't the best.
