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Happy Birthday, Eric Cartman
A small Kenman piece I wrote for his birthday 🤲
Note: I made them middle school here but ages don't affect the story at all soooo enjoy
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 Eric sighed quietly as he rolled over, now facing the wall. After gazing at the ceiling for the past thirty minutes, he already realized that he's not going to get much sleep tonight. How much easier it would be if he could just lay and instantly fall asleep as it always happens. But it was an unlucky night for him right before his birthday.
 He was...Moderately excited. I mean, which middle school kid wouldn't be excited for his birthday, right? Maybe some depressed dude or a lame hippie wouldn't, but Eric hated those guys anyways. He's not a little child anymore tho, so he won't jump of his bed right at 7 AM in the morning, but he was pretty excited for the gifts his mother was preparing for him and also the usual party he was hosting.
 2:30 AM already, and Eric's still wide awake. He's never getting it right before his birthday. Now he just lies and mumbles something to himself. The weather is shitty, so he can clearly hear the wind noise even through the closed window. Well, at least it's better than lying in a complete silence...Cartman thinks so until something hits his window.
Something hits his window. Suddenly all the wind noises before don't sound like wind noises anymore, because someone is clearly moving outside. God. Eric won't admit it, but he's scared. Of course he's scared, this whole situation looks like a cliche horror movie plot. The 2 AM, the window, the noises...And the next step should be dead Eric Cartman. Then a tragic morning discovery, then his crying mother at the funeral, and then...Wait, no, this isn't going to be like that. He was actually about to call his mother, but then the killer would kill him instantly or what's much worse would think he's a pussy. He can't let that happen! If someone dares to try to kill Eric Cartman at night, they should face the consequences without any mercy.
 Holding a pair of scissors in his hands, Eric was hesitant to open the curtains. That was until he heard the familiar voice through the window.
"Psst, Cartman, open your window!" the voice says.
"Kenny? My fucking God," now Eric more confidently opens the curtains and looks down - it is Kenny! Kenny Mccormick, looking at him with "open the window" puppy eyes. Somehow Eric does just that, and in a few seconds his friend is already in his room. "What are you doing here? I'm trying to get some fucking sleep."
"But you aren't sleeping. Phew, I thought I'd have to wake the princess up," Kenny says, giggling.
"Two shits you're gonna wake me up."
But in the end, they both don't look very tired, so Eric decides that he can go with that.
"Running away from home again, Mccormick?" he says mockingly.
"Nuh-uh, just going for a walk," Kenny shrugs and looks away.
"Right. A walk. At 2 AM. Through the entire town. You're such a comedian," Eric says, nearly laughing.
"Shut up. It is a walk. I'm not leaving Karen there, I'm gonna return home by morning and go to school. Just need some...time." Kenny replies, his voice a bit sadder.
"And you decided to walk directly to my house. I swear, if I was actually sleeping and you'd woke me up, I-"
"Chill out dude, I wasn't going to wake you up, I was just stopping there and thought maybe you wasn't sleeping, and I was right!" Kenny smiles victoriously.
"Uh-huh, and that's why you decided to throw something," Kenny replies with "a stick" and giggles. "a fucking stick at my window!"
"That's just a small detail," he chuckles.
"And what do you want anyways?" Cartman asks. "It's not like we can do any of the cool stuff right now when my mom is asleep. It doesn't mean that I don't want to wake up my mom, it's just-" and he begins his five minute rant about his mom and about how tired and annoyed he is.
Kenny listens through entire thing without saying a word of interruption and with a curious expression on his face. After Eric finishes, he speaks. "Actually, I came to wish you a happy birthday."
A few second silence. This, at almost 3 AM, seriously?
"Huh. You know I haven't invited anyone to my birthday yet, right?" Eric says, confused.
"Yep."
"And you know I might not invite you, right?"
"You'd be a bitch then, but yeah".
Cartman just pokes him instead of a usual "Hey!", and Kenny starts giggling again.
"So...You remembered?" Eric asks curiously.
"About your birthday? Yes," Kenny replies, visibly confused. "Jesus man, why are you so weird about it?" he laughs.
Well, not a lot of people seem to remember without me reminding them!
"You are weird, Kenny. You showed up to my house at 2 AM to wish me happy birthday."
"I just had to do it first!" Kenny says and starts laughing again.
 The situation quickly became much more lovely than it was at the beginning. It surely feels nice and weird at the same time: nice to have someone who cares so genuinely, weird to not have a need to force them to care. With all of that, Eric seems to feel...Happy?
"You know Kenny, you aren't so bad of a guy after all."