Author's Note: Sorry that it's so long, but I had to fit a lot of random crap in this chapter. The next few chapters will be better and not as tedious. This is my first SP fic that isn't just a oneshot that I've actually done something with, so sorry if it sucks ass.

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or its characters, etc. etc. and all that shit.

Downing in Darkness

Chapter 1: Sleepover

Stan glanced at the clock in Mrs. Gerrison's classroom. It was Friday and the day had dragged by like a lifeless turtle. As much as he wanted school to be over, he was dreading this weekend. His parents had told him that they were going out for some romantic weekend or some shit like that, so that left only him and Shelly at the house; him and Shelly in the house ALONE.

I know! He thought as a light bulb flicked on in his mind, I'll have Kyle over; she can't take on the two of us, right?

"Kyle," Stan whispered loudly and leaned to his right.

Kyle looked up from whatever book they were suppose to be reading and smiled. "What?"

"Do you wanna come over for a sleepover tonight and tomorrow?"

"Stanley! There's only five minutes left of school. Can't whatever you're gonna say to you're gay little friend wait until class is over!" She hissed and returned to marking their math tests. "Stupid fucks, can't keep quiet for five fuckin' minutes," their teacher mumbled under her breath.

"Yeah, sure, but I'd have to go home and get my stuff first." Kyle was excited; they hadn't had a sleepover since Stan's birthday in October.

Stan glanced over and blue eyes met green ones causing Kyle to blush for some unknown reason. He had to admit that Kyle made him feel things he had never felt for anyone ever before, not even Wendy. His touch sent his heart into arrhythmia and his smile makes the butterflies in his stomach do back flips. Does that make me gay? Stan wondered as he noticed that he was still staring at his best friend. Nah, that's sick! I don't like Kyle like that…Or do I? He let the question nagging his mind die as he heard the bell ring to announce school's end.

"I didn't think this day would ever end!" Kyle said and plopped down next to Stan on the bus.

"I know! S-so you can come over and stay the weekend, right?" Stan was still scared shitless of his headgear-wearing sister Shelly.

"Yeah… You okay, dude? You sound kinda nervous," Kyle noted and looked worryingly at his dark haired friend.

"Well, it's just that I don't want to be left alone with Shelly," he said her name in a hushed voice as if it were a bad word.

Kyle opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Cartman's loud insulting. "Are you sure it's you're not just making up an excuse to get Kahl to sleep with you, fag?"

"Cartman shut the hell up!" Kyle returned.

"Oh, looks like someone has a little sand in his vagina. Does it itch, Kahl? I bet it does," Cartman looked dead serious, but Kenny was rolling on the floor holding his side he was laughing so hard.

"Dude, that's not funny. And that's not the reason I want Kyle over, okay?" Stan added coolly.

"Right, you're scared of your sister, aren't you Stan? If a woman ever treated me like that I'd say 'Aye! Bitch, listen to meh! I'm the man, so you'd better fucking pay the fucking respect I deserve!' That's what I'd say to your sister," the fat-ass smugly sat back in the broad bus seat.

"I'm glad to see your respect for women has changed," Stan said facetiously and rolled his eyes dramatically.

The boys stepped off the bus and went their separate ways except for Stan and Kyle; they headed off to the Broflovski household so Kyle could pack for the weekend.

As soon as the door opened Mrs. Broflovski hurriedly greeted her son. "Oh hi buhbee! How was your day at school?" She hugged him tightly and noticed Stan lingering behind Kyle a bit. "Hello Stanley. Would you like to stay for supper?"

"Um, I was actually wondering if Kyle could come over for a sleepover," pause, "for the whole weekend."

"I guess so. Just remember to bring your blood glucose monitor and insulin, Kyle," Sheila reminded.

"What?" Stan looked at Kyle quizzically.

"For my diabetes."

"Oh," Stan looked at the floor, a bit embarrassed. He kept forgetting that Kyle had to jam a needle into his side before he ate.

"You should go up and get packed and then both you boys can walk over to Stanley's house, but be very careful," Sheila's over-protectiveness came out as she nagged her son. "There could be criminals lurking just around the corner."

"Mom, it's day time, Stan doesn't even live five minutes away, and there's two of us; we'll be fine," Kyle assured her as both boys climbed the stairs to the upper level of the house where Kyle's room was.

It took not but two minutes for Kyle to throw two days worth of clothes into a small green duffle bag and head back down the stairs. They descended the stairs and Stan began to get nervous that the two of them wouldn't be able to take on Shelly if she bitched out at them.

"See you on Sunday, Mom," Kyle called as he headed for the door.

"Bye Kyle, have fun at Stanley's. Oh, and Stan, could you say hi to Sharon for me?"

"She's n-"Stan started, but Kyle abruptly elbowed him in the side. His mom wouldn't let him go if she knew his parents weren't home. "Sure thing, Mrs. Broflovski," Stan corrected quickly.

As Kyle had said, it only took them five minutes to get to the Marsh residence. Stan stopped a few feet from the door and sighed heavily. He glanced over at Kyle who was smiling at him; this gave him new-found courage and he walked up to the door and pulled it open.

"Hey, Shelly," Stan greeted. "Kyle's staying the weekend, alright?"

"Whatever turd, just stay out of my way; my new boyfriend is coming over and I don't want you to screw it up. And if you tell Mom when she gets back you're dead!" She spit as she yelled. Stan hated that stupid headgear almost as much as Shelly did.

"What's for supper?" Stan asked, hearing his stomach rumble loudly.

"Pizza, but we aren't gonna eat until five. Then Brick's coming over," Shelly's voice oozed adoration at the mention of her boyfriend's name.

Stan made a disgusted gesture and Kyle laughed.

"What's so funny, turds?" Shelly fumed.

"N-nothing," Stan quickly waved his hands back and forth. Then he whispered to Kyle, "Let's go upstairs before she wails on us."

Kyle grabbed his duffle bag and followed Stan up to his room and his heart raced as his gaze drifted down to Stan's firm little ass. Why the fuck am I looking at Stan's ass. Kyle closed his eyes tight and reopened them as the ascended the last step.

When they reached Stan's room, Kyle dropped his duffle bag in the corner of his friend's room. He watched as the slightly older boy collapsed onto his bed. Kyle himself sat down and crossed his legs. He rested his elbow on his leg and his chin in his palm, and then he noticed he was staring at Stan again. Why do I keep doing that? He asked himself and was thankful that Stan apparently hadn't noticed.

To take his mind off Stan and his firm ass, he decided to take his insulin. He uncrossed his legs and reached into the side pocket of his duffle bag to fish out a small gray bag.

Stan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts on his Jewish friend, but not of what he was currently doing. He thought about his eyes, his smile, his Jewfro. Stan giggled at the word as it skimmed his mind.

Kyle took out the needle, removed the top, and placed it back in its protective gray bag which then went back in the side pocked of the duffle bag.

They sat silently for a while and then Stan started taking his coat off. "Is it just me or does the house seem, like a lot hotter than it usually does?" His brown, red-trimmed jacket hit the floor, along with his red poof-ball hat, and red mittens.

"Yeah, you're right, dude," Kyle replied taking his jacket and mittens off, but not daring to reveal his flaming Jewfro.

"Ugh, this is probably Shelly's fault," Stan felt immediate rage at the mention of his sister's name.

"Shelly, why is it so hot in here?" Stan questioned when the boys made it down to the kitchen.

"Because I want to be able to wear something skimpy when Brick shows up and it's too damn cold most of the time." Stan got showered in spit and quickly wiped his face of it.

Stan started saying something, but the doorbell rang and Shelly anxiously shoved him out of the way. The chestnut-haired teen opened the door to reveal an older man; a much older man.

"Hey babes," he greeted and slinked an arm around her waist. He kissed her open-mouthed and noticed two boys in white t-shirts staring. "Um, is that you're little brother?"

"Yeah, and his friend; they're both turds," Shelly's eyebrows furrowed as Brick's attention was pried from her to her little brother and the Broflovski boy making gagging noises and laughing.

"Let's go somewhere else; I don't feel right making out in front some little kids." Brick sneered and pulled Shelly out the door.

"Pizza's in the oven, turds. Pull it out in twenty minutes." She slammed the door and was gone.

They turned on the TV until they heard the stove timer go off.

"Pizza time!" Stan yelled, jumped off the couch, and ran to the kitchen. Kyle trailed hungrily behind.

Stan pulled on his mother's pink oven mits over his small hands and reached into the oven to retrieve the pizza. The smell of pepperoni and double cheese wafted through the house and made the boys drool.

Stan started to pull the pink oven mits off when Kyle noticed what he was wearing. "Dude," he laughed, "you're wearing pink oven mits! Ahaha!"

"Shut up," Stan smirked and threw one at his friend, hitting him squarely in the face.

Stan opened a drawer and fished out the pizza cutter. It was a round pizza and he cut it in to quarters. He handed Kyle one and then got one for himself.

"Ow!" Kyle yowled as he bit in. "It's fucking hot!"

"You okay, dude?" Stan wanted to sound concerned as he stifled a laugh.

"Yeah, it's just really hot."

The boys put their pizza on plates and went back to the living room to watch TV and eat. Once the pizza cooled down it was quite tasty. They both ate another quarter and the entire pizza was gone.

"Oh man, I don't feel so well," Kyle groaned after taking the last bite of his second quarter. Then shock registered. Fuck! Holy fucking shit! "Hey Stan, do you remember if I took my insulin? I can usually remember or at least Mom knows."

"I don't think so. I didn't see you take it anyway." But then again I was so absorbed in thinking about you that I didn't notice what you were actually doing. Stan thought. "Maybe you should go take some now just in case. Couldn't hurt, right?"

"Yeah okay." Kyle pushed off the couch and dragged himself upstairs. There he found himself in Stan's room to get his needle. He had no recollection of taking it less than an hour ago.

He plopped down on the couch next to Stan and said, "I'm safe now."

"Good, I don't want you dieing at my house, or dieing any time soon," Stan smiled at his best friend who smiled back at him.

Stan flicked through the channels until finally resting upon an old horror flick. Not old enough to be in black-and-white, but certainly old enough to have shitty special effects. They sat and watched for a full hour before Kyle noticed he was feeling worse.

"S-Stan, I feel r-really dizzy, dude." Was the last thing Kyle said before passing out on the floor.