Handel: This is our first South Park fic, so please be nice. We hate flames just as much as anybody.

Mrs.G.: I’m not a real fan of CartmanCraig, but I decided to try it anyway. It just popped in my head. Sorry if it’s not too good. And please try to ignore any grammar and spelling mistakes, I suck at that sort of thing.

Title: A Dance

Fandom: South Park

Parings: Cartman x Craig. Mentions Pip x Damien

Disclaimer: I don’t own South Park

Warnings: Fluffy Slash, cursing.

Summary: We all know that Cartman idolizes Hitler, but who does Craig idolize? CartmanCraig slash. Takes place during a Halloween dance senior year. OneShot.

I look hard at myself in the full-length mirror stationed at the foot of my bed and examined the costume I’m wearing: a blue officer’s uniform, long sword attached at my hip, a flock overcoat, and, finally, a large biome hat with the letter ‘N’ sat on my head.

It was the night before Halloween and everyone at South Park High School was on their way to the annual Halloween Dance. I always have always had a thing for Napoleon Bonaparte, so that was who I chose to dress up as this year.

A moment later my mother walked through the door. Taking a good look at me she complimented “you look great son. Are you ready to go?”

“Sure” I replied. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, and then headed toward my car. Waving goodbye to my parents, I headed off to school for the dance.

The entire car ride was uneventful and quiet, except that the radio was playing some music. I was very nervous. All I could think about was Eric Cartman…

It was during the eighth grade that I began to notice changes in my life. I knew hormones were apart of it, yet I also knew some of the changes could not be fully blamed on hormones.

The main change I noticed was my increasing fascination with the guys at school. While most other boys flirted with the girls, I would take peeks at the other guys while changing in the locker room.

I had several crushes, until Eric Cartman suddenly caught my eye. I don’t know what it is about him, or how it happened, but for the last few years the crush turned into actual love. I know it sounds really corny and cliché, but its true.

I have never had the courage to tell him this. Especially seeing as he always singles out minorities, and homosexuals are a minority. I have been afraid that he would hate me, that he might reject me and maybe even hurt me if given the chance.

But not anymore. I have decided to tell Cartman how I feel. I’ve been quiet long enough. I’m in twelfth grade for Christ’s sake! I hope everything goes well. But if not, at least I will graduate in a few months and then I won’t have to see him again. But I hope it won’t come to that. I truly love him too much.

Soon I found myself pulling up to the high school. People were already making their way to the dance hall. I sat in my car for a moment, gaining the courage I needed. After what seemed like forever, but in reality only a few minutes, I opened my door, grabbed the hat and sword to go with my costume, and then briskly made my way to the dance hall.

The large room was already starting to get full. I scanned the room to find Cartman. I could not see him, so I figured that he had not arrived yet. I did recognize a few people in the crowed, despite wearing costumes.

Clyde, Wendy, Token, and a few others were wearing Chewbacca costumes. Butters was a rabbit of some sort. Pip was dressed as Charles Dickens, and his boyfriend Damien was dressed as, well, himself.

I made my way around the room, even danced a few times before Cartman finally entered the room. I was not the least surprise that he was dressed as Adolf Hitler. In fact, I would have been surprised if he hadn’t. Stan, Kyle, and Kenney were with him too. Stan was John Elway, Kyle was Albert Einstein, and Kenney was another Chewbacca (what’s with everyone coming as Chewbacca)?

I watch Cartman silently as he laughed with his friends. His appearance has changed a lot since Elementary school. He’s still overweight, but not nearly as obese as he once was. Still the same old Cartman, and perhaps will never change, no matter how much people try. Of course, I’d never want him to change.

Suddenly I feel very small. I wonder if I could ever handle a rejection. Yet… could I handle a relationship?

Cartman and his group made their way around the room. I slowly, but calmly made my way to were he stood. He seemed not to notice me, at least not at first.

“Hey Craig,” said Stan.

“Hey,” I replied.

Cartman looked at me from out of the corner of his eye. The familiar sneer spread across his face and then he turned away.

I sigh softly. It was going to be a long night.

“You should talk to him” said Clyde.

Clyde was one of the few people who knew about how I felt about Cartman.

“We both know Cartman,” I replied.

“True,” he said.

“What if he hates me?” I asked.

“Just ignore him until graduation, we talked about this. Yea, I’ll be hard. But at least you told him and got it off your chest. Just go and tell him for Christ sake. It’s now or never pal.”

I nod. “If I don’t do it now, I’ll regret it.”

“Exactly.”

I felt sick inside. All my insides were squirming around.

“Fine,” I said softly. “It’s now or never…”

“Good look pal,” Clyde said as he patted me on the back.

“Thanks, I’ll need it.”

“Fags,” Cartman yelled at Pip and Damien who were kissing.

Cartman made his way around outside the dance hall. He gave death stares at people who he hated, which was just about everyone.

“Hey, Cartman! Wait up.” Cartman turned around.

I ran up too him.

“What the hell do you want Craig?”

“I need to talk to you.”

“Fuck that.”

“It’s important.”

Cartman rolled his eyes. “What the hell is it?”

“Um…”

“Well, what is it? Hurry up”

“What do you think of me?”

“You’re an annoying little bitch who won’t leave me alone.”

I glared at him. “Yea, well you’re a fatass.”

“Fucker.”

“Fag.”

“Idiot.”

“Jackass.”

“Bitch.”

“Dammed you Cartman,” I yelled, getting angry. “Can’t you just answer my question?”

“I did, you’re a bitch. God you’re stupid.”

I sighed. “You know what Cartman; one day you’ll be going sorry for being such a bastard. And it’s a shame, because there are people who care about you but you always push them away.”

I was surprised at my outburst, but I didn’t care. He pissed me off.

“Who,” he growled. “Who cares about me? Not my slut of a mother. Not Stan, Kyle, and Kenny, they hate me. No one cares for me. So why should I fucking bother?”

“That’s not true! I care for you.”

“No you don’t. If nobody else cares for me, why should you? I’ve treated you the same as everyone else. Why should someone like you care for me?”

I looked at him. “Because…” I sighed softly. “I care for you because I li...lik... I love you,” I whispered. There, I said it. I prepared for a beating.

He stared at me. “Fuck off,” he hissed.

“I’m serious,” I said. “I love you.”

“No, I don’t believe you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not that lucky” he whispered softly. He suddenly looked depressed.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I was surprised at his sudden change of mood.

“My life sucks. It always has, always will. I’ve gotten use to it. Besides, how do I know your not joking?”

“I laugh when I tell jokes. Do you see me laughing?”

He stared at me. “No,” he replied as he sighed and turned away.

“Believe me, I know how you feel.” I slowly walk up behind him and lay a hand on his back. He pushed my hand away.

“This isn’t a joke, is it?” he asked turning around to face me. “You really love me? Why?”

“There are a lot of reasons. Mostly because I believe there is more about you than you let people know. There is something about you I have falling in love with. I’m not exactly sure what it is, but I really love you.”

“How long?” Cartman started to sound a bit interested.

“I’m not sure. I think about Middle School.”

“Hmm…” A slight blush spread across his face. “You know, we could try. I always thought you were kind of cute.”

I was surprised. “You did?”

He nodded. “So, I guess we are going out then” he said.

“I guess,” I replied. I felt like my insides were jumping up and down. I never felt so happy.

“Some Halloween,” he said, smiling at me.

“Perhaps the best yet,” I replied, beaming at him.

Suddenly, he leaned in and began kissing me. I stood, shocked at what was happening. His tongue entered my mouth and began to explore. I was amazed at how good it tasted. Joy flooded through my body. I pushed up against him, wanting more.

Then, suddenly, the kiss ended as soon as it began.

Cartman pulled away and I suddenly felt abandoned. He noticed that I was unhappy and said “don’t be upset, you pussy.”

Then he leaned in and whispered “I love you mon Empereur.”

I smiled. “I love you too, mine Führer.”

Fin

Handel: Thanks for reading.