𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 » goodbye good girl

CHAPTER ONE

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ANOTHER BORING DAY in the life of me.

I sat on the couch with my cheek pressed against my hand, staring at the tv screen with boredom.

That's it. I'm sick of sitting here.

I snatched my phone off the table next to the couch and smirked, throwing on a coat to keep the harsh winds from hitting my skin when I step out into the snowy weather.

Without saying anything to my parents, I left the house and zipped up my jacket.
Walking next door I stepped up to the front door of the Cartman's house and twisted the doorknob.

I didn't even have to knock anymore.

Walking in, I sniffled my nose from the cold and shut the door behind me.
I was greeted by liane who was sitting on the couch eating a small plate of food and drinking a glass of wine.

The tv was going off in front of her, and she was snuggled up looking quite comfortable in her blanket and bathrobe.
Her hair was up in a bun, and she wasn't wearing makeup.
She glanced at me and smiled slightly.

I sighed with a smile, hanging up my coat on the wall next to the door on a coat rack.
"Hi liane."

She turned to look at me and smiled.
"Hello dear, are you looking for Eric?" She asked me. She was used to this from me.

I was always over her house just barging in. She never minded, she was actually quiet fond of me.

"Yeah. Is he home?" I asked her curiously, taking off my boots and brushing off my jeans.

"Yeah, he's upstairs." She hummed, drinking from her glass.

"Thanks." I flashed a smile and raced up the stairs.
Looking to my right, I grabbed the doorknob of Eric's room and burst through the door.

"Eriiiiic~!" I grinned, shutting the door behind me.

I spotted Cartman on his bed with his phone in hand, laying on his back with annoyance.
He jumped, startled by my sudden outburst, and sat up quickly.
"(Y/n)?" He asked.

I jumped onto his bed and smirked at him. "I got bored." I hummed with a grin, laying beside him.

"Thanks for letting me know. You should at least knock on my door first." He glared at me, turning his head so we were nose to nose.

I grinned. "Yeah, but what fun would that be?" I asked, leaning away from him.

He rolled his eyes, laying back down on his back.
I stared at him and smiled.

He was so hot.

At the age of eighteen, he had thinned out decently. He was still a little bulky, but he was more muscular now.

"True." He shrugged.

"Wanna go somewhere? I kinda want to go out and do something." I pouted, resting my head into my arms tiredly.

He looked up at the ceiling in thought, before sitting up and running a hand through his messy brunette hair.
"Sure, like what?" He asked me curiously.

"Hmm . ." I trailed off, sitting up as well.
Combing my (H/C) locks of hair over my shoulder, I slightly perked up a brow at him.
"I don't know." I frowned again.