KylexEric, KylexStan, KennyxIke(?) There will be some dark concepts coming in later chapters. Kyle POV. No flames, constructive critisism is welcome. I hope to finish this story, but I do not feel obligated to if I start to hate it (sorry). Please enjoy.
Chapter 1 - Tipsy
"You think Wendy'll come?" Stan asked, laying back on the fabric green sofa, staring at the lines on the ceiling.
"Depends on how small you are," Kyle replied. He wasn't paying much attention to Stan at the moment, as he was preoccupied with filling the fridge with beers.
"Fuck you, Kyle," Stan replied carelessly, "You know what I mean. She's been so... distant lately," he said. Kyle was somewhat irked by how Stan couldn't stop obsessing about Wendy. It was elementary school all over again.
"You know she's probably screwing Clyde, Stan," he sighed, "and yeah, she'll probably show because Clyde's gonna be here," he closed the fridge as he finished shoving it full with beer and liquor. This weekend Kyle's parents had left to go on a trip to Rome together because they were trying to "fix" their marriage or some shit. Kyle knew their marriage was never going to last, which didn't bother him as much as it should. Maybe when they finally got divorced he wouldn't have to listen to them scream at each other all the time.
Stan sat up suddenly, "But Clyde's a total asshole. What's she got to do with him?"
"Stan, for the love of God, will you shut up about Wendy and help me out here?" Kyle growled as he motioned to a pool table shoved into a corner.
Stan stood up and pulled the table with Kyle's help. Kyle knew he wasn't actually much help with his scrawny arms and lack of muscles, but Stan said nothing and simply pushed the other furniture out of the way and pulled the table into the middle of the room.
"Gotta have a pool table for a party," Stan said, grinning, "Let's place a bet - who's gonna be the first chick to suck face on it? I'm gonna go with Bebe."
Kyle grinned, "No way. It's gonna be Red. She's always trying to get guys to do body shots on her, I swear to God," he laughed.
"You're on. Twenty bucks," he stuck out his hand and Kyle shook it, "Hey, you wanna go play some Halo?" Stan asked.
"No, I gotta pick up some smokes at Walgreens, but I'll be back in fifteen minutes," Kyle replied.
"Jesus, Kyle, you smoke a freaking pack a day. Why don't you lay off?"
"I don't smoke a pack a day, Stan. I've just been doing it a lot since my parents are gone. You want anything from Walgreens?"
Stan nodded, "Pick me up a Monster and one of those microwavable pizzas, will you? Make sure it's got pepperoni, sausage, that yellow fruit-y thing-"
Kyle laughed, "First of all, it's called pineapple. Second of all, it's Walgreens not a first class fucking restaurant," Kyle said, picking his keys up off the table and opening the front door, "See you later, man."
"Dream killer!" Stan shouted after Kyle.
Kyle walked to his red Subaru his dad had gotten him for his birthday. He got in and turned the keys into the ignition. The seats were fabric, which Kyle was grateful for as he had become vegetarian some years ago and was now considering becoming vegan. His dad didn't want him to be either because he supposed it contradicted Judaism, but he didn't press Kyle to eat meat most of the time.
Kyle drove down to the local Walgreens, parking near the door, and entering through the sliding glass into the cool breeze from the air conditioning. He went to the back and found Stan's "pizza" first and then found the Monsters. He figured he could probably live on the things, they gave him energy and shook him out of his usual lethargy. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and then walked up to the counter. The female clerk eyed him suspiciously as she reached for the cigarettes.
"Sir, could I see an ID please?" she asked. He knew most of the people who worked at the check out counter, but this woman was apparently new. He drew out his fake ID which he had used to purchase the booze with as well. She glanced at it, still looking suspicious but seemingly decided not to waste her time and checked out the pizza and Monsters.
"Thanks," Kyle said, grabbing the plastic bag of items. He walked out of the store and drew a cigarettes, taking his lighter out of his pocket. He took a drag from the cigarette. He exhaled. It made him feel light-headed, almost like a high that only lasted a few seconds. He turned his keys into the ignition and headed back.
"Get me some rum," a drunken Craig demanded, "I'm fuckin' thirsty, Kyle. Get me some rum."
Kyle rolled his eyes and opened the rum, filling up Craig's plastic cup with it, "You're drunk off your ass, Craig," Kyle hadn't invited Craig on purpose, but his party had spread by word of mouth. Everyone knew Craig liked to get drunk and was an angry drunk, therefore not the most pleasant company.
"Well you're fuckin' stuck up," Craig's speech was slurred. He threw back some of the rum and then wandered across the room. Kyle snorted. He glanced around the dimly lit room. He noticed people making out on the couch, people sucking face everywhere. He saw Stan sitting with Heidi. She looked pleased with him so close to her. Kyle had the distinct feeling Stan would rather be with a different girl, but he was so intoxicated... Kyle turned away as Stan began kissing Heidi, running his hands through her brown hair. He was going to regret it later, Kyle mused. He turned to the pool table, sure enough, there was Red with Token doing body shots off of her. Kyle laughed inwardly.
"Hey, faggot, why you all alone?"
Kyle cringed at the sound of this familiar voice, "Hey, Fatass. I just don't feel like getting really drunk tonight."
Cartman shrugged, "You sure bought a lot of liquor. Nice party. It's lucky your parents marriage is falling apart."
Kyle smelled the alcohol on Cartman's breath, "Jesus," he said, getting up and walking to his living room area where he could smell weed. He sat down next to Bebe.
"Hey Kyle," she said warmly, smiling and looking somewhat dizzy, "You look hot tonight."
"Thanks, Bebe," he replied awkwardly, "You look.. hot too," he smiled nervously. She leaned into him, getting close to his face. Her breath smelled like alcohol and weed. He closed the gap and kissed her back. They sat there for what felt like a long time, making out on the floor.
Eventually, after what seemed like an hour, she drew back, "Kyle, I really like you," she said drowsily, slurring her speech and her eyes half-closed. She leaned back on the floor, resting her eyes. Kyle waited a while before realizing that she had passed out. He found it surprisingly unsatisfying to suck face with someone who is so inebriated.
He stood up and walked back to the fridge, deciding that he may as well join the party, but he halted on his way there. He saw a couple, inched into a corner, making out like there was nobody else there. It was Wendy and Tweek, pressed up on each other.
"Oh shit," Kyle hurriedly began searching for Stan. He ran up the stairs and darted into his room. There, on Kyle's bed, lay a quivering figure.
"Stan..." Kyle cooed gently. Kyle was a bit out of sorts that Stan had reacted so heavily. Wendy and him had had an off-and-on relationship for a while now. However it almost always ended with Stan in tears and Wendy in some other guy's arms, or in one case, a girl's.
"Fuck Wendy and fuck Tweek," Stan yelled.
Ohh, Kyle thought, Stan was inebriated too, "Stan, maybe you should go home, okay?" he heard Stan sniff a little before his head twitched in a slight nod of agreement.
Kyle pulled his phone out of his pocket and searched 'Marsh,' on his phone, then pressed Shelley's number.
"Hello," a harsh voice sounded.
"Hey, Shelley. It's Kyle. Stan's a little tipsy and he can't drive home. Would you mind picking him up?" Kyle kept his voice steady. Shelley was one of the less pleasant people he knew and having grown up with her around he knew quite well how to deal with her.
"Whatever," she replied, ending the conversation. He knew she would be on her way soon.
Kyle had called Shelley in many situations like this before. Stan couldn't hold his liquor too well and almost always ended up passed out or over emotional when he drank too much. It didn't bother Kyle, but he was aware that Stan would be quite mortified if anyone else saw him sobbing over Wendy kissing another guy even though they were already broken up.
Kyle sat down on the bed and exhaled. The first time he drank - really drank, not just some wine at dinner time - was with Stan and Kenny. Kenny had taken some gin from his alcoholic father and brought it over to Stan's house. They all got wasted and played video games until they passed out. It hadn't been the most eventful of nights, but it was memorable and it made Kyle smile a little before standing up and heading back down the stairs.
The party seemed to be dying down a little. Kyle went back to the kitchen and found Ike and Kenny sitting next to each other on the bar stools. Rather, Ike was sitting there, trying to eat some pizza, and Kenny wouldn't stop trying to get his attention.
"I-i-ike," Kenny giggled, "why won't you ever join the party? You want a drink? Take a shot," Kenny urged Ike.
Ike glared at Kenny and went back to eating quietly.
"Here, have a smoke-"
"Kenny, will you please stop hitting on my little brother?" Kyle asked smiling slightly. Kenny hit on Ike all the time, mostly just because it was a bit entertaining to watch the different ways Ike would react, but other times he seemed genuinely interested. Kenny had come out as bi at the beginning of freshman year. No one particularly cared, seeing as Kenny was one of the most sexual people around it was no surprise. However Ike was at first quite taken aback whenever Kenny would outright flirt with him. He seemed bewildered by the whole thing until he realized that Kenny would basically hit on anything that moved and nobody was quite sure when he was serious and when he was joking.
"No way, dude. Ike, wanna dance?" Ike swiveled around on his bar stool and opened his mouth to tell Kenny to buzz off, but Ken just grabbed on of his hands and pulled him onto the floor and they began dancing. Ike looked befuddled and Kyle couldn't help but laugh. The little genius looked so out of place in the smokey room. He watched them for a while but decided to go find Cartman. He was hanging out in the entry area looking sort of aloof.
"Hey, dude," Kyle said.
"Hiiii, Kahll," Cartman grinned widely, "Your hair is so red, Kahl, did you ever notice that?"
Oh great, another inebriated asshole. He was by far the drunkest person at this party, "No, it's red? Really?" I replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, Ka-" the front door opened nearby and a familiar girl walked in.
"Hey, Shelley. Stan's in my room," I told her, waving.
"Shut up, Brat," she said.
Oh Shelley was really quite the charmer, it was still a wonder to all how she had not yet acquired a boyfriend.
"What a bitch," Cartman said sloppily. Kyle talked to him for a while more, just trying to figure out how drunk he was, when people began leaving. It was 2:00 AM-ish and apparently they had found a place with some hard drugs. Kyle had parties like this every once in a while and it was common knowledge that he was not fond of any drug harder than pot.
Red was the last one to leave and the house got quiet. Kyle walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. He hadn't had much to drink but he got hangovers far more than he was comfortable with. He was about to go upstairs and check on Ike when he saw a figure on the couch. There was Cartman, staring sleepily at the TV, not even aware that the party had come to an end. Kyle was slightly aggravated by his presence and then he felt a little happy. He walked over to him.
"What're you doing?" Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Terrance and Phillip is on," Cartman replied.
Kyle sighed, "Alright, Cartman, come 'ere," he said, picking him up sort of sideways and leading him upstairs. He weighed a lot and was putting a lot on Kyle's frail arms. Cringing, he pulled him up the stairs and into my room. Kyle lay him down on one side of the bed and he just sort of stared at him blankly. He was surprisingly calm. Kyle told him to roll over onto one side and he did. Kyle sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Thanks, Kyle," he said, looking at him affectionately.
"No problem," Kyle murmured.
"No, really. You're like, nice. And I really like you," he said.
Kyle blushed, "I- I like you too, Cartman," he said quietly. Cartman moved forward pressing his lips onto Kyle's. Their eyes closed. Kyle was shocked. This was a moment he had dreamed of so long and it was coming true. Cartman tasted good and his lips were soft.
They pulled away from each other and Kyle smiled into Cartman's brown eyes. Cartman clumsily ran a hand through Kyle's hair.
"I've liked you for so long, Eric," Kyle felt filled with love. He had spent years thinking about Cartman, caring for him, trying to keep his affection quiet and now this was happening. It was like something from one of his dreams. He felt his heart racing in his chest. Eric lay back on the bed, resting his eyes and Kyle watched him for a few minutes, just enjoying his features, his soft nose that turned slightly up and his light brown hair that complimented his features and fell lazily in his face. Kyle sat there for a long time, having no idea what time it was or how long he had been there. All that mattered was that he was with Cartman and Cartman with him and this was a moment he needed to last forever.
Then, a sound erupted from Cartman. It wasn't a cough or a moan... it was a snore. Kyle was taken aback, staring in surprise at the boy he had just been kissing. He had fallen asleep? Kyle felt mortified and embarrassed. He had just kissed someone while they were drunk off their ass and Cartman probably wouldn't remember it in the morning. He stood up and went to the bathroom to wash off his face and the tears that were slowly making their way down his pale skin.
