South Park belongs to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Sweet!
16 year old Stan Marsh was in a very odd situation. He was in his best friend's room, in his best friend's bed, and his best friend was sleeping next to him, completely naked, and so was he.
His sky blue eyes darted around the room to find that there were several beer bottles tossed around the room, along with some assorted vodka ones as well.
His hand raked through his raven hair, and he did the only thing he could think to do.
"Kyle?"
The boy next to him stirred.
"Kyyyyle?"
Stan poked Kyle's head, making the boy flip over and bat his hand away.
"Go 'way."
"Kyle, I have never been more serious in my life, get up."
Kyle sat straight up.
"CHRIST, Stan! When I say I wanna sleep in, I wanna sleep i-"
His brown eyes stared at Stan's unclothed state.
"What are you doing naked in my bed?"
"Uh, dude, in case you didn't notice, you're naked too."
All the color drained from Kyle's already pale face, making his freckles stand out, as he saw the bottles on the floor.
"What the fuck did we do."
It was more a statement then a question, Stan noticed. Kyle did that a lot, when he knew exactly what happened, but didn't want to know.
"What the fuck did we do." Kyle repeated.
Stan looked at him for a second, then replied.
"We had sex, dude."
Kyle face got as red as his hair, which had been tamed in the recent years.
"Why."
"We were drunk and-"
"STOP ANSWERING ME!" roared Kyle.
There were a few seconds of silence, and then,
"Well, we have to do something about these bottles. Your parents will-"
"They're not from here." Kyle cut Stan off again.
"Oh yeah, we went to Kenny's house before we came back here, huh?"
"Yeah."
Silence.
Kyle and Stan started to automatically move. They jumped into the shower, threw on some clothes, and threw the bottles out in the dumpster.
They walked back into Kyle's room, and sat.
More silence.
"Lucky your parents and Ike are out all weekend.." said Stan nervously.
"Yeah."
Even more silence.
"So, uh, dude..." started Kyle
"Yeah?"
"You don't think we have..feelings for each other?"
"I dunno..."
"I mean I have a way we could find out."
"How-"
Stan was cut off yet again, by Kyle forcefully sticking his tongue down his throat. Stan cooperated, and after a few seconds, they pulled away.
Kyle, his face now redder than his hair, looked at Stan with a worried expression on his face.
"Anything?"
Stan shook his head.
"Me neither. Ok, so at least we know we were just drunk."
"Really drunk."
There was more silence.
"Ok, dude. Never happened?"
"Never happened." Stan grinned.
The phone rang, and Kyle picked up.
"Hello?"
A conceited voice came on the other end.
"Hey, gaywads, you two done having sweet homo love yet?"
"WHAT? SHUT THE FUCK UP, FATASS!"
Stan turned around, hearing this.
"Tell Cartman he's a little bitch and he can go smoke his mom's crack."
"CARTMAN, YOU'RE A LITTLE BITCH, AND YOU CAN GO SMOKE YOUR MOM'S CRACK!"
"At least I'm not a jew!"
This still got Kyle, even after all these years.
"DON'T OPRESS ME, FAT FUCK!"
Stan sighed. Maybe everything was back to normal.
Maybe. But he figured it would be a while before he drank again.
end.
Sorry! I couldn't help myself! Kyle and Stan are too cool.