Kyle lights up on his cigarette, blowing smoke away from him as it flows out his nostrils like silk. "D-Damn, so what your saying, is that all of that could have been avoided, how?"
"If I would have payed the bill, yada-yada..." Stan waves a dismissive, drunken hand, taking another swig of the cheap liquor in his palm. It was his new favorite of the week.
Kyle sighed. "Great. So now I have to look after your sorry ass, correct?"
"Incorrect, asshole." Stan hiccups, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "It's not like I wanted you to have to burden me."
"Should have payed your fucking rent, then no one would have to. And who said I thought of you as a burden?" Kyle asked, taking another puff. He studied the cigarette in his fingers. Last one. He should go to the store.
He now cut in to listening what Stan was rambling out of his mouth.
"...Shelly is gone," Stan continued. "Mom and Dad want nothing to do with me. But isn't that what everyone does who leaves South Park?"
Kyle nods, like he had listened the whole thing, but he understood the end. "Ignore our very existence? Yeah."
Okay guys! Here's the first (partial) chapter! I'll continue if people recommend! Sorry it's so short, but I love you all!
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