A/N: Hello! I've been gone for like, two years. Yeah.. If any of my original readers are out there, hello again! If I get some new readers on this, hello to you, too! I believe my writing has improved, in the last two years ( at least I hope it has ) , because today, while reading some old reviews on my fanfictions, it gave me inspiration to write more! :D I came out with a random story on the top of my head, that I'm hoping you guys enjoy, because I really can't wait to hear some feedback from it. So, yeah, anywaysssss. Enjoy! -Lindsey c:
As some loud music played in the background, I began breathing heavily. The alcohol was settling in. God, what time is it? My curfew is 12:30.
I turned to my boyfriend to find a random chick grinding on him, though he was paying no interest. He was so wasted. It took him at least 30 seconds before he realized I was trying to ask for the time.
"Ah.. I don't know.. Nine in the afternooooon?" He slurred at what I assumed was his attempt of trying to be funny, singing along to the song.
I stood up tried to push through the crowd. No one gave much notice to me, except some guy, nearly passed out on the couch, who asked me to grab him a beer. I nodded in response, but I knew I wasn't going to get him one. I also knew that after tonight I'm never going to drink again.
Kenny jumped out of the crowd, pelvic thrusting the air and cheering madly. He began fist pumping the air repeatedly. He noticed me and ran up, throwing an arm around me, and whispering in my ear, "I got a sex drive, push to start.." He closed his eyes, put both arms behind his head, and started doing some drunk sex dance.
I ended our connection and began walking away. Everyone was far too drunk for communication, or sense, actually.
The only person who seemed to be having as bad of a time as me, was Craig. He was lying on the stairs. He hadn't had a drink for the past three hours of being here, and since he had no ride home he probably had to wait until morning to get on the bus. Since all the rooms were being occupied by horny teenagers, I guess it's the only place he could successfully fall sleep.
I approached him slowly, stepping on endless cans of various beers, being pushed back and forth by different people.
"Craig.." I said, thumping him in the back of the head. He automatically became aware of my presence and began sitting up. The tall brunette shook his head a few times, before he stood up and followed my lead out the back door of the house.
We reached the back porch to find it empty, aside from what sounded like some lesbians feeling each other up under the stairs.
We exchanged an awkward glance, and he nodded me in his direction to follow him, leading me the front of the house.
"They barricaded the front door from the inside," Craig said, laughing.
I smiled slightly, and took a deep breath. "So what's up?"
He frowned and sat down on the concrete curb, "You were right, Kyle."
"I told you I would be," I responded. But I knew that now shouldn't be the time for that.
He held up one finger. "It took her one hour to totally fucking bail on me. I'm pretty sure she's fucking Token in his bedroom. She's so drunk."
From anyone's perspective, they would have no idea what we're talking about. But Craig, my only bisexual friend, and I had a bet. From Stan's past experiences in dating Wendy, I knew that it wouldn't take her long to cheat on Craig. Let's just say, Craig had horrible trouble dating.
"Dude, maybe you should just start going for guys. You're always screwing shit up with girls," I said, propping my elbow on my knee, and resting my hand on my chin.
He shook his head and broke eye contact. "You know I'm not ready for that. You're the only one in South Park who knows. And I don't even know any gay dudes. I need more gay friends. You probably don't even get where I'm going with this, because you're as straight as a fucking pencil. Ugh whatever, I'm sure I'll find a descent girl eventually."
I gave a soft nod and pat him on the back, because for as much as he knew, he was right, I was as straight as a fucking pencil. "Hey, do you have the time?"
"Yeah," he said, swiftly pulling his phone from his back pocket, "12:45."
"Fuck," I muttered, standing up quickly and heading for the front door. "I gotta get home, I'll see you at school on Monday." I tried for the handle, only to remember that it was-
"Back door!" He shouted, walking down the sidewalk and around the corner, out of sight.
I ran through the back of the house and located Stan, getting a lap dance from Kenny. Ugh, fuck everyone.
I grabbed Stan's hand and led him to my car. He didn't say much, except a few curse words as I pulled him out of the house.
I shut him in the passengers side and closed the door, finding my way around the car and to the driver's side.
"What's your deal? I was having so much fun in there.. Kyle was giving me a lap dance.." he trailed off and then widened his eyes, once he made eye contact with me. "Kyle! It's you! Hey, how did you do that? You were just in there, and now you're out here.."
I ignored him and started the car. "We need to go home. And you don't even know what you're talking about, so I suggest you just shut up."
I focused on the road as I pulled off. We were the only car out, but after I smashed my last car into a telephone pole, I had to be careful.
Stan began crying hysterically as we drove along. He desperately reached for my hand, so I released one hand from the wheel to intertwine fingers with him. I found Craig walking along the sidewalk, shivering intently without a coat. I pulled over and let go of Stan.
I rolled down the window, and he took notice of me. "C'mon Craig, I'll drive you home."
He smiled at me and hopped in the back.
I started off again. It was going to be a long drive from Denver, but Stan begged me to go to this party. It was Token's 18th birthday party, and after all, everyone was going, so it was gonna be super mega foxy awesome hot!
Fuck me for listening to Stan.
"Hey Kyle... when we get home, I'm going to fuck you sooooo hard," Stan breathed out, in what I'm guessing he thought was a whisper. I gave him one glare, and my heart sunk in my chest with embarrassment.
I pretended as if it didn't effect me, and started straight forward. After all, no one knew about Stan and I's relationship.
"Stan, that's disgusting. Ignore him, Craig," I sighed, eyeing him in the mirror, "He's drunk as fuck."
Alright, time for some back story. People are always telling me that Craig has a huge gay crush on me. I wouldn't even care if they were true, which they might be, but I don't want Craig knowing I'm gay. I feel like he'd think I was betraying him, being such good friends with him, and not telling him one of my biggest secrets, even though he tells me almost all of his.
I also don't want Craig thinking that I don't want to date him. I don't, but I don't want him feeling bad and knowing that I'm dating someone else. I don't know how to explain it, really, but I have my own mental reasons for not wanting to tell him. I've contemplated it before, but decided against it, so that's that.
Stan and I don't want to tell anyone about our relationship, because we don't want people judging us. As stupid as that sounds, we're afraid. We said we'd do it by the end of junior year, but it's senior year now, and we still haven't. When we're ready, we will, though.
My thoughts are drowned out by Stan, toying with the radio. He satisfies himself with Tonight Alive's cover of Little Lion Man, and began singing along.
Craig requests I turn the heat up, over Stan's obnoxious off key singing. I mean, maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe I'm just mad at him for getting so drunk tonight, so I feel like picking on every minor detail.
Who am I kidding, his singing is terrible.
"Anddd it was not your fault but mine, and it was your heart on the line," he sang, obnoxiously grabbing at my face, and reaching to hold hands with me again. I pushed his hand away, though he kept singing, "I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dearrrr?"
"Stan, shut up," I cut him off.
He began hysterically crying again. Ugh, fuck him, fuck everyone, but especially him.
"Stan, have you ever been drunk before?" Craig interjected from the back seat. Stan turned his head viciously from side to side, and then landed his focus on me.
"Kyle, I think I'm hearing things..." Stan whispered loudly.
"You're not hearing things, Craig is sitting-"
"KYLE! There are voices in my head.. I need a psycha.. psycho gist," he exclaimed, gesturing something in the air that didn't make much sense.
I took another deep breath and rolled my eyes. "I'm not going to disagree with you on that one." He looked at me, smiled, and stretched to the left in his seat belt to kiss me on the cheek.
"Stan, stop it, you're drunk."
"But you're my boyfriend, and I love you," he drawled out.
"Craig is sitting in the back seat, and I'm sure you're making this ride uncomfortable for him," I tried to reason with Stan.
Stan turned around, and upon noticing Craig, smiled, as if he hadn't even seen him get in the car before.
"Oh, hi Craig!"
Craig softly smiled and gave a slight wave.
"PSST. KYLE. DON'T TELL CRAIG THAT WE'RE BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND, OKAY?" Stan said, in which anyone would have agreed was the world's loudest whisper.
Craig just contently smiled and sighed.
The rest of the ride was silent.. except for Stan's occasional singing outbursts when he heard lyrics he recognized, and we dropped Craig off at his house.
I scolded Stan all the way into my house, where he was staying for the next few weeks since his parents were on vacation. I led him up to my bedroom, happy to find my parents asleep. The clock read 1:17, so hopefully they fell asleep before they realized I was out too late.
I jumped into bed, and Stan got on top of me, and did what he said he would in the car.
And for some reason, I was thinking about Craig.
A/N: As you can probably see, this story doesn't exactly have a total setting and idea yet, but I'm really going to try my hardest to work something out from it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed, and pretty pretty please review. c: I want to hear opinions on it, and tell me if I should continue!