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Stan Marsh's house was a bright light among the dark houses of South Park Colorado, every light in the house was on, music blaring, and there were about fifty buzzed teenagers inside. They had just had their last day of summer vacation before they became seniors. Stan's parents had let him have the house, and even turned their head when Kenny came over with pretty much his father's whole liquor cabinet.
"Oh dude," Stan muttered, wobbling through his kitchen where kids were throwing back shots and making out.
"Dude, dude, you gotta come see this!" Cartman laughed, walking up to his friend, he pulled Stan to his see through glass door and pointed. Wendy Testaburger and Token Black were fighting, again.
"That happens like everyday fatass," Stan muttered, he wondered how dense Cartman really was.
"Ey! Shut up! Who even asked you? Go back to your Jew! Freakin' homo…" Cartman grunted.
Stan walked away… in fact, finding Kyle sounded pretty good right now. Seeing his cute green hat, covering his adorable red hair, green eyes so happy, and his nice skinny basketball playing body…
"Fuck man…" Stan whined, his thoughts got worse when the alcohol came. He ran a hand through his thick black hair and went to find Kenny. He walked upstairs to his room and when he opened the door his stomach dropped. There was Kyle… lying shirtless… on his bed.
Kyle was sitting on Stan's couch, feeling like the only sober person in the room; he was slightly buzzed, but nowhere near some of the others. Currently he figured Bebe was the most drunk, just because she was rubbing her hands all over his body, and licking her lips while looking at him. He gave her a small smile, and tried to scoot further away from her. Apparently this was the wrong move.
"I love it when you play hard to get Kyle," she purred, lightly running her fingers over his crotch. Kyle laughed mentally because he didn't get turned on by her one bit. Truthfully he didn't get turned on by women… there was only one guy who could turn him on. And when it happened, it was bad. Sadly right now that person was standing by Eric Cartman and staring at Wendy Testaburger… awesome.
"…Come talk to me," Bebe said softly. Kyle looked down at her, her blonde bangs hung limply in front of her face, and she suddenly seemed sober and completely understanding. She stood up and held out her hand, which Kyle took and followed her up the stairs and into the closest room, which was the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and smiled, before taking off her shirt and throwing it into the shower; she zipped down Kyle's jacket and took off his hat. His red hair fell in thin layers before his eyes, luckily he had gotten it thinned out before high school or he might have never gotten laid. Suddenly Bebe got a weird look on her face… and then threw up all over Kyle's shirt.
"Oh gross!" Kyle yelled. Grabbing her and making her face the toilet while she puked her guts out. He took off his shirt and ran it under some water, then decided he'd just throw it in Stan's hamper. He was feeling kind of dizzy, so decided to lie down and close his eyes. He heard the door open and looked up, to see Stan.
Eric Cartman was sauntering around Stan Marsh's house, giving every drunken waste of air a look of disgust. He hated alcohol, thought it brought absolutely nothing positive and should only be used for idiots like the ones he was surrounded by to die faster. He smiled a bit to himself thinking of the one person who agreed with him. Wendy Testaburger never drank, that he knew, she thought she was too good for it. And she was. Not saying he wouldn't love her fine ass naked and drunk, but he liked knowing she was intelligent. That was the biggest turn on to him that she was so damn smart, and independent, and confident, and could argue with him without making an idiot of herself, or simply winning the cheap way and calling him "fat". He was currently waiting for her to quit fighting with Token so he could insult her some more, when she was alone.
He ran his hand over his stomach, he had dropped about 100 lbs since Jr. High, and gained muscle, so he was around 180 pounds by now… about only about 2 pounds of it was fat too. No one really seemed to notice though. Not that he cared… Wendy had never seemed to care either. Eric wondered into the kitchen and saw Kenny leaving an empty room and zipping up his jeans, a naked blonde lying on the side of the bed.
"Dude, how have you not had an STD yet?" he asked his friend.
"Keep dying," Kenny laughed, his blue eyes shining bright. "Got one the first time I got jerked off, and now whenever I do, that just kills me, then I wind back up at the bus stop the next day," he laughed.
"Fuckin' weirdo," Cartman muttered. No one really knew why Kenny died every day, and came back the next, but he did. "Aiming for alcohol poisoning tonight?"
"You know me too well," Kenny laughed. Grinning at his friend and looking around for his next victim. "I haven't done a guy in a while… huh," Kenny mused waltzing off.
Eric rolled his eyes; Kenny was so horny he decided to go bisexual in 7th grade. That guy was like a rabbit. He walked into the living room and saw Wendy sitting on the couch, nursing a beer.
"What the hell?" he grunted, heading straight toward her.
Wendy Testaburger was currently in a fight with her boyfriend Token Black.
"And I can't believe you'd be that ignorant! You're so dense sometimes, I mean really you have no empathy for other people," she shouted.
"It's SYMPATHY! Empathy isn't a word," Token corrected her. Wendy gaped at him.
"That's it, it's over," she said, turning on her heel and stomping back inside Stan's house. She couldn't believe it, he was so stupid! Sometimes she feared the only ones with her brain capacity were Kyle and… god forbid she ever admit it out loud… Eric Cartman. He got her blood boiling! So damn intelligent and yet he completely wastes it! She huffed, and absentmindedly grabbed a beer off the counter and opened it. She took a sip and made a face… it really was terrible. Then she saw Cartman heading toward her… looking pissed.
Kenny was roaming around looking for a boy; he had just finished with…Jenny? Was that her name… he never really paid attention. But he figured with about 10 minutes of searching, about 3 beers and some odd minutes of foreplay he could be hard again soon. His eyes roamed the room like a kid's at a candy shop. He noticed a Craig with his arm around Tweak. He thought about both… decided that Tweak would twitch too much, and Craig would probably flip him off. He laughed loudly thinking about getting flipped off during sex, which caused Tweak to jump in fright, and Craig to flip him off.
"Right back at'cha," Kenny grinned taking a swing of his bottle. Some people walked around with a bottle of beer, Kenny waked around with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Ah! What does that mean?" Tweak asked, looking up into Craig's eyes. Craig just laughed and kissed Tweak's forehead.
"Don't worry about it," Craig whispered, kissing his lips softly. Tweak melted and snuggled up to Craig once more. Kenny decided he probably wasn't going to be getting any from a guy tonight, so he decided to search for a friend. He noticed Kyle walking into the bathroom with Bebe… and wished Kyle luck. Last time he did her she barfed. He suddenly felt a twang of guilt seeing Kyle reminded him of… Ike. He tried to remember if anyone saw him do that chick… Cartman. Oh yeah, he was screwed now. Not that him and Ike had anything really serious, just fuck buddies. But damn, now he was gonna have to find a new one. He groaned, Ike didn't like cheating. Kenny wondered outside and stood in the snow. Why it was snowing in summer he didn't know… he felt a presence near him so he turned and came face to face with Butters.
Butters had just run away from home… again. His ribs hurt like hell, and tears were stinging at his eyes. His stupid parents… never letting him leave the house, always punishing him. He never deserved any of it! They were just so… jerkish! Yeah! Take that mom and dad! You guys are jerks! He thought to himself.
"Butters… you get back here right now!" His mother called from the kitchen.
"No! Why… He…. He'll just do it again Ma! You know he will! Why do you make me stay here anyway?" Butters cried.
"Leopold! Get back here!" his father's anger could be felt in his tone.
"No! I'm leaving and never coming back!" Butters yelled back.
"You've been saying that since you were 13!" his father screamed back.
"Well this time I mean it you…why you jerk!" Butters shouted and ran out.
"Hey! Watch what you say to me! And don't you make that face at me!" his father yelled.
"Oh piss off…" Butters muttered as he walked away. He found himself at Stan's house… just because it was the loudest and brightest at the time. Butters simply walked in the front door, grabbed a bottle of beer and went back outside. He was leaning against a wall when he heard a sigh around the corner. He smelled whiskey, and sex. This meant one thing. Kenny.
When Stan saw Kyle laying there he felt like grinning… he was just so damn hot now. He snuck up to the bed and saw Kyle was awake, but barely.
"Hey," Kyle sighed, who went to pat Stan on the back, but his hand simply stayed there, and without his knowledge began to caress Stan's back. Not that he would have minded.
"Kyle, I've been meaning to tell you something…" Stan muttered. He was desperately hoping Kyle would wake up and give him his full attention; he had decided to tell him. Come completely clean and say it. That he had deeper feelings for him than friendship, that he had fallen for him, that he needed him.
"What's up dude?" Kyle asked, his green eyes boring into Stan's brown ones, and suddenly, Stan couldn't even think straight.
"Um…well….I just kinda wanted to say that uh… you know we're going into our senior year and all that…and yeah, we've changed quite a bit so…well I've been trying to tell you this for a while and-" Stan was rambling quite a bit and Kyle was just too tired to hear it.
"Dude… just kiss me," Kyle muttered.
"-So I'm just gonna come out and say it… wait what?" Stan asked, his stomach was flipping around now. Had Kyle really just asked him to kiss him?
"Hurry it up dude… I'm in a daze. If we do this now then we can blame it on the alcohol, well at least you can. So lets' go, do it before I change my mind," Kyle explained. He was getting irritated now.
"Right," Stan grinned, he leaned forward and pressed his lips eagerly to Kyle's. They made out heavily for about ten minutes, and when they broke apart Stan was on top of Kyle, they're breathing was heavy and they were covered in sweat. Both were horny as hell when something suddenly hit them.
"Shit dude… what the fuck did we just do?" Kyle asked his green eyes wide and full of fear.
"Oh sick dude. I just made out with a dude!" Stan yelled. "My dad's gonna kill me!"
"We can't ever tell anyone we just did that," Kyle said. "We just committed social suicide"
"Seriously…. Um…. Are we ever gonna… ya know….make out again?" Stan asked.
"…You're drunk," Kyle muttered. "I'm gonna go crash on your couch or something,"
"Oh…uh yeah. Right. I'm gonna sit here and crash. Do you wanna sleep in here tonight?" Stan asked.
"You're so gay dude," Kyle muttered, getting up and leaving.
Stan watched Kyle leave and groaned… he really wanted Kyle to stay, because he sobered up as soon as Kyle kissed him.
Kyle stood outside and thought of banging his head against the wall, he was so stupid. There was his chance, Stan could have been his. Both boys mentally kicked themselves as they fell asleep.
Cartman marched right up to Wendy and snatched the beer bottle out of her hand.
"Look you!" he snapped, "I get that you just had a fight with Token and all that, and who cares because you fight all the damn time and it's not like you're ever going to get far in life anyway but seriously? Why the hell are you drinking?"
Wendy starred at him speechless. Her mind was blank for a second, before everything became clear again. "Well Eric," she began, "I'm sipping a beer because I'm hoping to feel numb so all the idiotic boys who either hurt me on accident or the asshole ones like you who hurt me on purpose will be blocked by a wall of intoxication," she hissed. "Now go away,"
"Wendy, as much as I hate to admit it, and I do hate to admit it, you're better than all these other stupid Jews here," Cartman sighed. "You drinking is making you seem like the stupid hippie that I know you are inside, but you usually keep hidden. Pour the god damn beer out and go start a petition for Greenpeace or something,"
Wendy felt the hot, stinging sensation in her throat, heard her own sharp intake of breath, and knew her eyes were brimming with tears. "I can do whatever the hell I damn well please Eric Cartman. I am one of the smartest people in the whole school, I have the cleanest record of all the students, and I deserve just about anything I want. So if I want something as simple as a slight buzz than I feel I deserve it," she said, her voice grew more confident as she spoke. "Plus, hippies are stereotyped for smoking marijuana, not drinking," she added with a snarl.
"If you're so damn 'deserving' than why can't you ever find a man to satisfy you instead of doing something pathetic enough as to attempt to get drunk like the other 99% of teenagers out there?". Cartman knew he was hitting below the belt, but he couldn't stand the idea of Wendy getting drunk and having a wasted one night stand with anyone else but him. If he couldn't have her sober, nobody else could have her drunk.
"…Well, you arrogant ass, if you ask Token it's because my bitchy attitude and false sense of superiority repel men. I hate you Eric Cartman, I really do," Wendy whimpered as splashed some of the beer on Eric's shirt and ran out the front door. The only think Eric could really see though was the tortured look on her face as the first tear fell down her cheek. He felt like a jerk, and he should, it was himself who caused that pain on that lovely girl. He quickly glanced around to make sure no one noticed their little spat, and then quickly followed her out the door.
She was sitting on the porch, her tiny legs brought up to her chest, and her arms wrapped protectively around her legs. Her head was resting on her arms, but he could see her shoulders shaking and knew she was still crying. He slowly walked towards her and sat down beside her. She didn't flinch away, but ignored him completely. He finally put an arm around her and pulled her so she was leaning on his shoulder.
"I love you Wendy, more than you'll probably ever understand," he finally admitted.
"I love you too Eric," she whispered back.
Butters decided to go over and talk to Kenny, even though he was pretty sure Kenny didn't like him. After all, Butters had temporarily replaced him when he permanently was dead for a short while. It took Kenny a moment to notice he was there. He jumped slightly, running a hand over the hood of his parka and laughed.
"Scared me dude…" he admitted, and playfully punched Butters in the ribs.
Butters let out a yelp and fell to the ground.
"Dude… I barely fucking touched you…Don't be such a pussy," Kenny growled as he bent down to offer Butters a hand. He stared curiously at the blonde boy's torso. Butters holding his hands lightly over his ribs, his eyes squeezed shut, and letting the snow soak his clothes. Kenny reached down, and scooped the innocent boy up, and carried him inside. There was no room for him to lay Butters down anywhere, so instead he carried him right back outside and down the street to his house. Butters was clutching his shirt, probably because the fetal type position he was in was hurting him, so Kenny kicked open both his front door, and the door to his room and quickly set Butters down on the bed, technically mattress on the floor.
"Let me see," he commanded, and Butters squirmed and managed to lift his shirt slightly. Kenny honestly would have preferred death to what this kid had been through. Sure, his parents beat the hell out of him, killed him a couple times too, but they were pieces of shit. This poor kid, he probably still loved his parents and all that, thought that it was his fault or some stupid excuse like that. Butters' had dark purple bruises covering his sides, some healing, some brand new.
"I…I'm awfully sorry it looks pretty bad. But- but don't you worry. I…I'm fine," Butters stammered, making Kenny chuckle.
"Don't be sorry. You're gonna need some sort of padding when you sleep tonight though," Kenny mused, and quickly pulled his parka over his head and offered it to Butters. His blonde hair fell slightly in front of his blue eyes and he smirked as Butters eyes got wide, and he blushed at finally seeing his face.
"K…Kenny, I've never seen you're f-face before," Butters said. "You're… well your beautiful,"
Kenny stared at him. "Right, well, put that on, it'll help keep the bruises off the mattresses hard springs, plus it gets cold at night here since there's no heating or anything. And I warn you, I like to cuddle," Kenny smirked, and took off his jeans in one easy yank, revealing a pair of black cotton boxers, and took off his plain white shirt. He got under the covers as Butters managed to pull the parka over his head. It was pretty baggy on him, but it was warm, and he felt special wearing it.
"Good night Kenny, and thanks an awful lot," Butters said, snuggling down next to the other boy. Butters put one arm over Kenny's thin waist and held on to him like a kid to a stuffed animal. He brought his face closer to Kenny's and pressed his lips softly to his host's.
Kenny's eyes grew wide; sure he had been kissed before, but not by someone so innocent, so… pure. French kissing he could do, that lusty during sex sloppy kiss he understood, but not this. Not something so...special. He moved his mouth slowly against the other boy's, and resisted the temptation to roll on top of Butters and start grinding their hips together. When the kiss was over, Butters fell asleep quickly, and Kenny lay awake, staring at the ceiling, enjoying the warmth his bed-mate created.