"Dude. I don't give a shit what you say. You're going to this fuckin' party and that's final!"

"No dude, I can't, we've got an assignment to do remember?" I replied, it was a lame excuse… but it was the only one I had.

"Really?" Kenny replied, "We don't even get that assignment till Monday. Come on dude, live a little," he whined.

I could tell he was getting frustrated. But it wasn't like he had any right to be. He had been trying to convince me to go to this stupid thing all week. How many times do I have to say no before he lets up?

"For the last time Kenny, no," I said, putting the metaphorical foot down.

I really don't know what his problem was. It wasn't like I don't go to parties. I go to them all the time. I just didn't want to go to this one. Why can't I have a break every once in a while?

"Kyle, come on dude, whats the big deal?" he replies, sounding like a whining kid.

"It's Friday, and your parents aren't even in town! It's not like you'll get in trouble for going to a fuckin' party man!" he continues, sounding the tiniest bit pissed off.

I roll my eyes and give out a noticeable sigh, hoping that it conveys how much of an annoyance he's being.

"Kenny, you do remember what happened last time you said that right?" I reply.

However, as soon as the words leave my lips, I inwardly cringe.

"Really? Thats why you don't want to come?" he replies incredulously, I already regret what I had just said.

"Ken…" I start.

"No Kyle," he cuts in.

"That last time was your own fault. It was you who had too much to drink and decided that it would be a good idea to call his bro and brag about partying while he was stuck at some bullshit math competition," he replied.

"You can't blame me for your retardation."

"Kenny," I sigh, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure Kyle, then what did you mean it like?" he asks, "actually… why even bring it up at all then?" he continues.

Fuck. Obviously I've struct a nerve, but for the life of me I don't have a single fucking clue why. Kenny really is a fucking enigma.

I sigh as I realise there's only one way to fix this.

Of course, I could just tell him that I'm still not going to the party.

I mean, that is what I really want to do. But I know that for some fucking reason it'll get Kenny pissed off with me. And since, other than the Fatass, Kenny is my only real friend, that isn't an option I'm willing to take. I'd rather deal with one shitty night than have to deal with an entire week stuck with Eric Cartman for company.

So, even though I'm regretting it as soon as the words leave my lips, I finally give in.

"Fine dude," I sigh, "I'll go to this fucking party."

It's like I can see the smile on Kenny's face. And I shudder in the thought of what I've just done. Goodbye to a quiet night of video gaming. Hello to a stupid fucking high school party at Bebe's. I just hope Craig isn't going to be there.

"Awesome dude! I knew you'd come around!" he replies excitedly, acting completely oblivious to the fact that he had pretty much guilted me into giving in.

"You won't regret it dude!" he continues, "tonight is going to be so fuckin' lit!"

"Well it better be dude, I'm going to hold you to that," I reply, trying to sound as lighthearted as he does, though I know I just comes across as passive aggressive.

"It will be. It's a party at Bebe's after all!" he replies.

Yeah, a party at Bebe's, what fun.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I like partying as much as every other guy.

But Bebe's parties are something else. Drugs, alcohol, underage sex… you name it. It all goes on there. Half the people who show up aren't even from South Park. Most are from North Park, and some aren't even in high school. And no matter what, even if the party is supposed to be a low-key one, her house always gets fucked up from it. It's like her parents don't even give a shit what happens to it.

Well, it's either that or Bebe somehow has magical powers and is able to not only clean up her house, but repair all the damage, within a few short hours.

The last party of Bebe's I went to, a bunch of guys punched holes in the walls and some kid got thrown through the TV. The very next day her parents came home and, voila, it was like the thing never happened. Her parents had even made a facebook post about how good and wholesome their daughter was.

So either they know about the parties and don't care or they're both complete and utter idiots… either that or Bebe can perform magic. Which isn't something I'd want to think about.

"… Kyle?" I suddenly hear, "Dude, you there?"

Shit, must have zoned out. I've been doing that lately.

"Oh yeah, sorry bout' that dude" I reply, "I was miles away, what did you say?" I continue.

He laughs.

"I was just tellin' you that Cartman and I will pick you up in a few hours, I'll call you when we're outside," he says.

Great… Fatass is coming. Like tonight wasn't going to be bad enough.

"Sounds good, I'll see you later dude," I reply, trying to sound enthusiastic.

"Yep, bye bitch," Kenny says as he hangs up.

Immediately, I fall face first onto my bed and give out a long, frustrated sigh.

What have I gotten myself into?