Kyle's POV
The day started well: I woke up to birds chipping, light sunrays cutting across my room, the good smell of bacon coming from the kitchen... and an annoying little brother yelling at me to get up. Eventually getting tired of it, I went down to eat breakfast with my mother, who, as usual, was in a rush to get ready for work. Ike and I talked a bit about random stuff, but I had to go to the Supermarket to buy drinks and food for Stan's birthday party, so I kept our conversation short and headed out. There, I took what was written on the list my best friend had given me and let my thoughts wander.
It's funny how fast time passes. When I was a child, a minute felt like an eternity. Right now, a minute feels so short lived, almost like it was never there to begin with. How many minutes have passed since I was born? Probably too many to count... I'm already 18! And Stan too! I can't help but remember the good old times with Cartman and the bunch. I always think about how much energy I had and all the tricks we did to other people.
Even though fatty was the worst one, nobody ever punished him, that is, until his mother found out about the fire...
When I arrived at Stan's place, I didn't even ring the doorbell, knowing full well he was too busy to answer the door anyway. I directly went in, to find Kenny sprawled across the couch. His father must be back... He got up immediately, smiling widely, and gave me a quick one-armed hug. Stan came running downstairs and waved at the both of us to come help him.
The preparations didn't take too long since we were all working pretty fast and Stan had already done most of the job. We placed the items I had bought in the fridge and took a good look at what was on the menu for tonight: Lots of alcohol and different kind of sandwiches and hors-d'oeuvres. About twenty minutes after finishing everything, people started coming in. Tweek and Clyde were the first ones, followed by Wendy's gang, and Token forcefully shoving an unhappy Craig inside. I stopped paying attention to the doorway when Stan sat down beside me with a couple of drinks. Kenny was joking(flirting) with every human in sight, be it male or female, and Craig was playing next to Stan on his old DS, not caring the slightest about his surroundings. I took a sip from the glass that was previously offered to me.
Ugh. Vodka. The strong taste ofalcohol slid down my tongue making me cringe in distaste. From the corner of my eye, I could see my friend mocking me. Bastard. Stan already knew about my intolerance to alcohol, but couldn't help giving me a strong drink just to see my face when I tried to down it.
The hours went by, we sang "Happy Birthday", ate cake and then came the time for Stan to open his presents. Lazy ones gave him gift cards, other ones, flowers, which earned a few laughs, and his closest friends had more personal gifts: Butters gave Stan a DVD of one of his favourite show, Craig half-heartedly gave him a Nirvana keychain, Kenny unexpectedly gave a pair of tickets for Lorde's concert (which must have cost him at least two months of salary), and I gave him a Star Wars t-shirt. Token slyly commented on how Craig's gift and mine should have been the opposite and Craig finally looked up to answer he wasn't a geek. We were having a good time joking and laughing about past experiences when the door suddenly slammed open.
"I'm back, guys!"