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KYLE'S POV:

Another boring Saturday night. Nothing happening and Stan's not answering his phone. I would go and see him but I just don't have the energy.

It's times like this I hate living by myself. I love having my own apartment and everything but I've never been good at being alone.

Everyone on Twitter is either out at a party or posting about how much they love their girlfriends.

Oh, God, look at this one from Clyde. "Luv u so much bebe xx" I think I'm about to be violently ill.

Here's one from Token. "luv u 4ever wendy" If by "love you forever" you mean "love you until you stop putting out" then sure, you will love her forever.

And here's a philosophical tweet from Cartman. "Joos suck fuk u kyel" Why am I even following him?

And here comes the party photos. Here's one of Wendy "chugging a beer like a dude" Wonderful. Craig, smoking three cigarettes and downing a shot at the same time.

Red making out with Butters. She must be lowering her already in-the-gutter standards. Kenny passed out with vomit all over him.

Bebe drinking from two vodka bottles at one time. Clyde getting pantsed. And Craig again, this time throwing up into a toilet.

Luckily Stan has more common sense than these idiots. If I can pull myself off the couch, I might go see him. But I've got all I need right here.

The couch, Gears of War 3, I'm warm and I have the surround sound on to deafen myself.

But I just can't get him out of my head. Ah, screw it, I can pause this for a few minutes. Crap, I shouldn't have stood up so quick.

Oh, now my phone's ringing. Why does this always happen when I'm about to do stuff?

Oh, it's Stan.

"Hey, Stan. I've been trying to call you."

"Yeah, I know. Can I come over to your place?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. Why?"

"I'll tell you when I get there."

"Okay, see ya."

I wonder what's wrong. He sounded a little panicked. I better just wait. He might be pissed off or something about the party.

Oh, that must be him now.

"Hey, Sta-" Wait, he's got a suitcase and his eyes are wet and red...

"Hey, Kyle."

"Why have you got a suitcase with you?"

"I came out to my dad and he kicked me out of the house..."

"Fuck, that's terrible. Come on in."

I didn't think his dad would do something like that. I didn't think Stan was gay.

"I can't believe my own dad would kick me out for being gay. I just don't know where I can go."

"You can stay here."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've got enough room and it'd be nice to have someone to live with."

"Thanks, Kyle."

Whoa, first hug from an openly gay guy. It's not awkward... Okay, it is a little awkward.