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Description: [Y/N] has always hated being chubby, but Cartman loves it.
[Y/N] POV
Chubby.
It's one word that describes me and I hate it. Being chubby means name calling and bullying. I've been this way since I was in 4th grade. I ended up moving when I started junior high because the bullying led me to being in a hospital overnight.
Now I've been in South Park since the beginning of 7th grade and met this great friend of mine named Eric Cartman. I was told by a kid named Kyle that was supposedly friends with Eric that Eric was rude, sadistic, and will do anything for the suffering of others. But ever since I've been friends with him, he's been nothing but nice to me.
The reason I love, and yes I mean love-love, Eric is because he is nice, to me, his hair is a soft chocolate brown that is actually soft when he lets me run my hands through it, and his eyes are awesome, right side brown and left side blue. It's cool, in my opinion. Some people call him a fatass, but I don't care 'cause I'm chubby myself. That's what makes us great friends, we have a lot on common.
Right now we are in his house and I'm sitting on his couch ready to watch a movie with him, he's getting the popcorn and drinks ready. The movie we are watching is Hunger Games. I heard it's good. Eric watched it before but I haven't. Eric comes back in the room with a big bowl of extra buttery popcorn and 2 cans of Dr. Pepper. He passes a can to me and I say a small thank you.
"You like extra buttery popcorn, correct?" Eric asked nicely.
"Of course I do." I respond. He smiles and sits down on the couch next to me. We're shoulder to shoulder and that makes me blush and he notices.
"You okay? Your face is red." He puts his hands on my cheeks, his hands are cold. This only makes me blush more. Damn it.
"Y-yeah." I stutter. He obviously doesn't believe me because he makes a 'are you kidding me' face.
"What's wrong, really?" He pushes for an answer. Can't he just stick with what I said? What about our movie? I can't tell him the real reason. That I love him and he makes me blush all the time. He'll leave me for sure.
"It's just...um...that I'm chubby. I don't like it. My cheeks are too squishy and my thighs are to big. I hate myself." I cry out. He gives me a look of pity. Then he leans in and kisses me on the lips passionately. Oh my god, Eric Cartman is kissing me. I repeat, Eric Cartman is kissing me. This is a dream come true. I kiss back with just as much passion and he rubs my red, chubby cheeks. He pulles back and smiles.
"You shouldn't hate yourself. And your squishy cheeks are so cute when they puff up when you're angry and your thighs are comfy enough to lay on. So don't hate that, 'cause I love it. I love you." Eric confesses. Ah. I'm burning up. I bet my face is so red right now.
"I love you too." I say quietly and unsurely.
"Are you sure? You don't sound to sure." He laughs.
"No, no. I'm sure. I really love you, Eric." He only smiles and lays his head on my lap and uses his thumb to rub my thighs.
I guess I can get used to this. Being chubby that is.
