You and Cartman where laying on his couch, he’s scrolling on his phone and your zoning out, staring at the ceiling. Kyle and Stan where busy and, in Cartman’s words, “probably making out”, so you two where alone. Your eyes flicked over to him, watching his expression intently as he doomscrolled. Apparently, you were too obvious, cause his own gaze snapped up to meet yours. “What?” He raised an eyebrow at you.