So I changed it up a bit, I decided to have them be young adults rather than teenagers cause it makes me feel better that way :P So I'm rather happy with this and I would really like to know what you think. Sorry for any errors, I can't really see my screen. Check out my profile for character descriptions and info about the story :)
Kyle and Stan walked into the kitchen, a large keg being carried between the two of them. Maneuvering around the counter and up the step they managed to get it down in the corner in front of the cupboard where they kept a random assortment of pots, pans, tupperware, and canned food. With a thud the large container rocked for a moment before settling still as Butters came through the screen door struggling with the bags of alcohol he was carrying.
Hearing the noise upstairs Clyde climbed the stairs in time to see two of his room-mates head back out to the car. He looked around the corner into the kitchen to see Butters pulling bottles out of the brown paper bags and lining them up along the wall on the counter. It had been a year and half since him and his friends had decided to pool their money together and rent a house.
At first it had just been him and his best friend Craig renting apartments, but when they got kicked out from two different places because of the noise complaints- not to mention Craig's attitude- they had moved back in with their parents. A couple weeks later at a party they had heard that their friends from high school were looking to move out as well and the four had found a beat-up, but cheap, five bedroom house.
When you first walked in the kitchen door you had three options; go into the kitchen on your left, go in the front-room on your right, or head straight down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs there was a rather long hallway that lead to the storage room under the front-room upstairs, then further down to four doors leading to the bathroom- which also served as the laundry room- Stan's room, and Craig's and Clyde's rooms which were next to each other. Leading away from the hall, underneath the kitchen, was a large area they used as an entertainment room. A small bar area complete with mini-fridge was tucked away in the corner. The room was mostly filled up with an old, tattered couch they had found at a yard-sale pressed against the far wall, Stan's old foosball table, and a pool table they had all chipped in on.
Back upstairs there were only two rooms, Butters' whose was above Clyde's, and Stan's whose was above Kyle's. A larger bathroom correlated with the one downstairs, this one containing a bathtub instead of the stand-in shower. The front door lead in off the porch into the front room, and a sliding door in the kitchen lead out to the patio in the backyard. There were almost not carpets throughout the house, most having to be ripped out, and the walls were covered in holes from past fights and parties, but overall it was a pretty decent living space. The front room was furnished with rather new furniture from when Token had left to study abroad, and the entertainment system was nicer than even their parents'.
As Stan and Kyle returned with two 32-packs of beer and the last bag of alcohol Clyde wondered how they could afford everything, but then again, they had been waiting for this party.
"Holy shit! How many people did you invite to this thing," he asked as he did the calculations in his head.
"A few," Stan said nonchalantly over his shoulder.
"Everyone," answered Kyle throwing his friend a look.
"We even invited that nice lady that works at the liquor store," Butters smiled from where he was making himself a sandwich.
"Oh god," Clyde moaned, "Not Melanie!"
They finished putting the beer in the fridge and Stan handed one to Kyle leaning on the counter beside him before opening one himself and settling next to him.
"Don't blame us, Bass To Mouth Butters over there is the one that told her."
"Well I like her," he muttered indignantly through his mouthful of ham and bread, "she's nice and she gives me a free sucker every time I go there."
"They're in a bowl on the counter at the check-out," Kyle pointed out.
"Relax," Craig said brushing into the room and swiping Stan's beer. He draped an arm across Clyde's shoulders and placed the beer in his hand. "It's your birthday, your 21st birthday, and you're the last of us. That's reason enough to celebrate for me. Why not invite everyone?"
Clyde looked around at the cheerful faces of his friends, even Craig was in a good mood, and he slowly nodded.
"Yeah… Yeah! You're right, let's do this," he cried and the others joined in.
Later that night Kyle and Kenny drunkenly picked their way down the stairs. Half way down Kenny stepped on a discarded shirt, some girl's top, and prominently slid down the rest of the way, slamming into Kyle, and they crumpled in a heap at the bottom laughing.
"What the fuck man?"
"I stepped on something," Kenny replied searching beneath him.
"What? Your feet?"
"No, this," pulling it out from under Kyle he held it up for them to see.
"Put it on," Kyle laughed standing up and pulling Kenny with him.
"I'm not going to fit," Kenny replied, but he pulled off his own shirt anyway.
Grabbing the edges Kyle yanked down as Kenny pulled it over his head.
"We'll make it fit!"
The two struggled to wiggle the tight fabric down over Kenny's chest and when they were done Kyle burst out into new laughter. Kenny stood in a sparkly blue halter top, the bottom hiked up far above his belly button. Laughing more they walked together to Kyle's room, but upon entering found a couple in a state of undress on his bed.
"Whoa," he yelled flicking on the light. "Get out!"
Grabbing loose articles of clothing they rushed out of his room, but as they passed Kenny the girl stopped and stared at him. "Is that my shirt," she asked bewildered.
"No," he said shutting the door in her face. As their laughter turned to chuckles Kyle looked around the room, lost, and turned back to Kenny.
"What did we come down here for?"
"My pizza," Kenny exclaimed spotting his half eaten slice on the dresser. He walked over and picked up the plate, stuffing a good portion of crust in his mouth.
"Oh yeah," he said spotting the pipe where it had been hidden behind his forgotten food. Handing it to Kyle to load he watched as the other boy took a hit as he finished his stale pizza. They passed the piece back and forth between the two of them until the bowl was empty and the air was thick with smoke.
"Do you hear that," Kyle asked suddenly from where he sat at his desk.
Kenny tuned back in to reality and heard voices yelling upstairs mixed into the music, along with a crash. They heard someone coming down the steps and Kyle's bedroom door was pushed open as Clyde and Tweek ushered in a rather drunk Stan and Craig carried in a rather upset Melissa over his shoulder. Butters followed worriedly as he tossed her down at the foot of the bed.
"It's not fair," she wailed angrily. "He started it! I didn't do anything!"
"Shut up," Craig told her turning back to leave the room.
"What happened," Kyle asked looking from where Melissa was sprawled next to Kenny to where Stan stood wobbling in the doorway between the two boys who had helped him in.
"Butters invited his boyfriend," Stan slurred lurching into the room.
"He's not my boyfriend," Butters pouted twisting the bottom of his shirt angrily.
"Gah," Tweek shouted startled by Stan's sudden movement.
Clyde and Craig moved to grab the falling drunkard, but Kyle instinctively rose from his seat and caught him against his chest. Straightening Stan looked up at Kyle, a half smile curling up his lips. "I love you Kyle," he said wrapping his arms around the taller boy and leaning his head on his shoulder.
"Yeah buddy," Kyle replied holding him up. "I know."
Looking away Clyde's eyes came to rest on Kenny sitting on the edge of the bed tickling Melissa's face with a clump of her own hair.
"What are you wearing," he asked beginning to look back towards Kyle, but stopping himself.
Confused by Clyde's question Kenny looked down at himself and remembered he was wearing the revealing top. He looked back at Clyde with the flirty smile he was most known for, the one that made even boys blush, like Clyde was doing now.
"Why? Do you like it," he asked smiling at how much brighter Clyde's cheeks turned.
"It's a bit small," Clyde muttered embarrassed. He still wasn't used to when Kenny turned this side on him.
"If you wanted me to take it off all you had to do was ask," he said, the flirtatious note in his voice thicker.
Clyde cleared his throat and turned around quickly. "We'd better head back up and take care of Cartman," he said to Craig who was leaning against the door jam.
"Cartman's here," Kyle asked furiously looking at them.
"Yeah, Butt Boy here invited him,"
"Butters," Kyle said angrily.
"I did not!"
"Butters and Cartman sitting in a tree, M-A-K-I… N-G… Wait, that's not right, how do you spell making out," Stan asked as he stood wobbling beside Kyle. As he began to fall again his friend slide his arm around his waist to steady him. It was like he could only focus on either standing or talking, but not both at the same time.
"Shut up," Butters cried as a fat tear slid down his cheek. Turning around he fled back up the stairs as the rest of the room stared after him.
Sitting up Melissa swiftly took off one of her heels and threw it at Clyde in one drunken, fluid motion. 'Fuck off Clyde! No one likes you," she glared at him.
"What did I do," he asked offended.
Looking at Kenny she became distracted and sat for a moment as her eyes tried to focus. "What are you wearing?"
"Long story. Wanna help me take it off?"
Turning back to Craig, Clyde began heading back upstairs. "Come on, we should take care of things upstairs. It's probably time everyone started heading out anyway." Craig stood up and started following him, grabbing Tweek by the wrist, before turning back to Kyle.
"You might want to get him into bed," he said indicating Stan. "He's pretty trashed."
"Aw, thank you Craig," Stan said smiling up at him. "I think you're pretty too."
Rolling his eyes Craig continued down the hallway and up the stairs with Tweek in tow. As Kyle crossed the room to close the door, Stan moved toward the bed and proceeded to fall on top of Kenny and Melissa who had successfully removed the shirt.
"Why hello Stan," Kenny smiled up at his face inches away from his.
"Hello Kenny," Stan smiled down at him.
"Melissa helped me with my shirt, you wanna help me with my pants?"
Laughing, Stan was picked up around the middle by Kyle as he helped him into the bed. Next he began pulling his shirt off and Kenny rolled over.
"Oh, are we stripping Stan," he asked excitedly.
"Shut up Kenny," Kyle said a little irritated. "Just get his shoes off."
As Kenny peeled them off his feet Kyle looked down at the dirty clothes littering his floor. "I guess me and Melissa will just head upstairs and sleep in Stan's room. You two can share the bed, unless you want to nest on the floor."
"Too far, too lazy," Melissa whined as she wiggled under the covers at the foot of the bed. "Let's just 69," she mumbled sleepily as she curled up, pushing her feet under Stan to keep them warm."
"Tonight just keeps getting better," exclaimed Kenny crawling into the bed with them.
"Shut up," she said pushing him away from an already passed out Stan with her foot. "I meant sleep head to foot."
"I knew that," he muttered tickling her foot till she shoved it back under Stan. Kyle stood there looking down at his friends all crammed in his bed half-asleep and a wave of exhaustion rolled over him and the sight looked inviting. With a sigh he turned off the light and crawled in next to Melissa. Tangling his legs with everyone else's he wrapped an arm around Melissa and pulled her against him. Rolling over she kissed him softly and laid her head down on his chest.
"Mmm, you taste drunk," he said jokingly.
"Mmm, you taste high," she shot back sweetly.
"Hey Stan, what do I taste like?"
"He's already asleep dumbass."
"I knew that," he muttered tickling her feet again.
They laid there in silence for a moment before Kyle yawned loudly. "Night you guys," he said sleepily.
"Night," they responded.
Kyle feel asleep to the sound of their relaxed breathing, and he slipped into unconsciousness contentedly.
So next I'll be writing about what happened upstairs, and then also the next morning, so look for those (about 4 more chapters) :) Don't forget to write a review and let me know what you think. Are all the characters believable or are you like, "They wouldn't do that!"?