CHAPTER 2
Heya guys! Thanks so much for the reviews, follows and favorites! Alas, the edited and new chapter 2 is here! So the first part is almost the same, but the ending is very different.
Disclaimer: I don't own South Park. If I did, Stan and Kyle would be together plus Kenny and Butters.
Anyway, let's get started shall we?
In which Stan learns that looks can be very deceiving and the night can be full of surprises.
Bebe's parties were the shit.
I love to go to her house on a Friday night, or week night in the summer (this case right now), to feel the ground shaking beneath my feet, the people causing really funny, stupid, drama, and the booze.
We all know that besides Token, Bebe's parents buy the best liquor in town. Also, whenever Bebe gets her allowance, which is roughly around 150-200 dollars, she throws a party with lots of alcohol.
When I first walked through the door, it wasn't ignoring the large group of grinding sweaty bodies everywhere else.
" Hey guys!" I yelled over the hip-hop song that started playing as I made my way over there. Kyle's eyes lightened up in a cute way that made my cheeks burn, Craig looked at me with the same bored look he always has, along with flipping me off, and Cartman stood up.
" Took long enough for you to show up you hippy asshole!" Cartman shouted, but only loud enough so the four of us could hear. He downed whatever was in his red plastic cup and turned to me as I sat down where he just was. " I'm gonna go get more!" And with that, he stalked off through the crowd, Craig following behind him.
I turned to Kyle, surprised to see that he had a plastic cup in his hand. " What's that?" I asked, motioning it.
" Its just Coke." He replied and I took the cup from his hands and took a small sip. My face crunched up at the taste of my least favorite soda. Yep, definitely Coke. " I don't plan on drinking tonight."
Now when I say Bebe came out of nowhere with a bottle of tequila in her hand, she literally came out of nowhere with a bottle of tequila in her hand. A small feminine hand plops on my shoulder and hot breaths land on my ear.
"Come on Kyle!" She slurred. " I know! You two are going to do shots! We all know how much you like to do shots Stan!" Bebe shouted, just as the music ended causing people to break out in raucous cheers. While that might be true, I mad at least a quarter of a promise to try to not get totally wasted tonight. She made her way over to me with the bottle in her hand and pulled me to my feet, and then Kyle. The blonde then stood on the arm of the couch and gave me the most seductive look I've ever gotten from a girl this summer.
" Open up pretty boy."
I did as I was told and leant my head back, opening my mouth. A generous amount of the liquid made its way down my throat. My mouth burned, but the tequila left a blazing path down my throat as it made its way down. At the same time, it hurt, but it also felt amazing.
I might not be able to keep that small promise.
Everybody cheered as I snapped my head back up and shook it, trying to contain myself.
"Kyle!" Bebe called in a sing songy voice, and everyone cheered even louder than before, including myself.
I mean come on, a little Jew boy that probably had the strictest mother in this town, taking a shot of tequila? Man, I know people who would pay to see this.
My favorite redhead glanced in my direction, trying to see if I'll actually interfere and stop this, before walking over to my busty blonde best friend. My BBBF.
Bebe gently tilted his head back before pouring, (and when I say this, I mean it), a whole shit load of tequila down his throat. Jesus fuck what was she trying to do? Drown the poor guy?
Surprisingly, Kyle kept his head back until Bebe finally got the memo to snap the bottle back up. The redhead quickly brought his head back up and started to look like he was about to have a coughing fit. Everything and everyone was completely silent and I could feel it in my gut that tequila would be coming up the hard way. But to my complete and utter surprise, Kyle let out a couple more coughs before he stopped at stared at us all with wide eyes.
He was bombarded with literally everyone in the room. Others ruffled his hair, patted him on the shoulder, girls gave him hugs and some punched him in the shoulder playfully while letting out loud compliments.
Damn. I didn't know Kyle could, well, drink.
Out of the many people around Kyle, my eyes focus on that one senior that had the audacity to put his hand on Kyle's shoulder and starts praising him more than one single person has done. I've seen that look before, and I simple won't stand for it. Quickly, I push my way through the people and put my hand on his other shoulder.
" Hey dude! Why didn't you tell me you could drink like that?!" I exclaim, sending that blond haired senior a dirty look that screamed ' stay away from him'. To his reply, he only smirked and went back to his upper class man friends who started laughing at us.
Assholes. Its not like I give a shit.
Opening my mouth to praise him more, I'm interrupted by Clyde, Craig and Tweek. " Hey man, who knew you could fucking drink like that?!" Clyde exclaimed, slapping Kyle on the back and handing another cup of what I presume to be more booze.
" Yeah, we thought Bebe was going to drown you." Craig added, pulling Tweek closer to him by the waist. Suddenly, Kenny makes his way over smelling of sex and weed, already.
" Dude Kyle who knew you could drink like that?! Fuck! Look at you! Looking cute and sexy at the same time." Kyle is handed another cup of what I think is straight vodka. " If you ever wanna have some fun with me dude, let me know right away because I could rock your world."
Oh hell to the fucking no.
Kyle blushed an adorable shade of red, causing Clyde and Craig to bust out laughing. Hell, even Tweek gave a mixture between a nervous laugh and a shriek. " Kenny, you know I can't. My mom would kill me if she found out I drank as much a Bebe shoved down my throat." He replied nervously, pushing the cup with vodka in my hands, but keeping the cup of what I now know is rum and coke.
Hell, I don't care. Liquor is liquor.
Tossing my head back, I let the burning liquid again slide down my throat. Slightly spitting some out when I hear that asshole Kenny mumble, "That's not the only thing that'll be shoved down your throat, right Stan?" It wasn't even that much, not enough to get me totally shitfaced, but enough to get me feeling warm inside. I send a glare in Kenny's direction and he blows me a kiss in reply.
P~P
I don't know how long I've been at this party. Maybe two hours, maybe four, all I know is that it's like one-thirty, and I totally forgot to even check the time when I first arrived. Everybody has now resolved to even more drunkenly grinding on each other, smoking pot on the back porch, or heading upstairs with whoever they want, doing whatever they want.
Me of course? It's a party, so of course I'm dancing somewhere in the crowd with Kyle. The music was way louder than I thought it was from our spot in the corner couch. We were way off beat to the music, but everyone was at this point. Either they were too drunk or just at the point where they didn't care anymore.
Somehow though (let's just call it a very lucky coincidence that everyone was packed in the room) I've ending up with Kyle's back against my chest and we're, well, grinding. As all thoughts would go, I've got a pretty wild train of thoughts running through my head at this point. Cartman left a long time ago, something about not wanting to be here when the pot smokers start pulling out their drums and signs, and I'm at least fifty percent sure I saw Kenny head upstairs with a little blonde cutie. I don't know though.
When the song ended, another one with almost the exact same beat started and everyone started hooting and hollering. I'm in heaven right now, to be very honest. When that song started to come to a close, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me out of the crowd and to the nearest wall. Before I can even get a question out, I'm pulled down by the front of my shirt onto a pair of soft lips. To my complete and utter satisfaction, he pulls away before I can actually start to think about what just happened.
Am I just drunk, or did that actually just happen?
He pulls away, panting and blushing furiously at what he just did. I can literally see the realization hit his eyes.
"Oh my God."
I stare back at him wide eyed, and this is probably the best worst situation I've ever been in.
"I-I'm sorry." He stammers, "I d-didn't mean to. I think I wanna go home now." He concludes. Still unable to actually comprehend what just happened to me, I nod, turn around, and start to walk out the door without telling anyone that we're leaving.
The warm summer air hits me as we make it outside, and we quickly find my 2009 Ford Mustang and get in. I don't want there to be an awkward silence between us, but what can you say to your super best friend, who also happens to be your crush, kisses you out of the blue and doesn't give an explanation afterwards? Nothing.
My hands are still shaking as I put my keys into the ignition and start the car. And to answer any questions, I'm not even that drunk, just a tiny bit buzzed. If I were completely shitfaced drunk, it'd be very obvious to tell.
The short drive to my house was very awkward. Occasionally, I'd look at Kyle and out of the corner of my eye, I see him glancing nervously at me.
"I know this doesn't help the situation, but do you think I can stay the night? My curfew's at twelve and if I'm not home by then my mom locks the door until my dad goes to work in the morning." That one question makes me almost swerve off the road, but I keep my composure like a normal person in this situation would. Too bad I'm not a normal person though; I'm kinky pervy Stan Marsh.
How can I deny my super best friend? No matter what we're supposed to be together forever, have each other's backs through thick and thin. Hell, why I am even debating this in the first fucking place. "Yeah. Why couldn't you?" Out of the corner of my eye again I can see him open his mouth a couple of times before stuttering out a small 'never mind'. Seriously, if he thinks that kissing me was that awkward, then I don't know anymore. Jesus I'm so confused about him right now. Lastly, this situation isn't helped at all when I suddenly remember that my mom and dad are in Houston visiting Shelly.
Rather quickly we get to my house and the comforting smell of my house, instead of booze, pot and, sweat, instantly calms my awkward nerves as I make my way upstairs, Kyle quietly trailing behind me.
"Do you wanna use my bathroom or Shelly's?" I ask tossing him pair of red boxers that were too small for me and a white T-shirt. The way Kyle's looking at me though, I can tell hr wants to ask me something. "What?"
"Are you not going to ask me to sleep in Shelly's room?" He questions, moving his feet across the carpet nervously.
He's actually pissing me off with this bullshit right now. "Look Kyle, you kissed me at the party, and I find no problem with that. You did what you wanted to at the moment, and clearly, that's what I find life about. I'm not going to look or treat you any differently. Stop acting like I'm going to kill you or something."
His shoulders drop a little at my little scolding. Honestly though, you think I'd get enough credit for this. I'm not that terrible of a person. " You sure Stan?" My head nods in reply, " Ok, I'll just go to Shelly's then. That way we could just go to sleep when we're finished." The redhead replied, already leaving the room with almost a happier aura around him.
"Yeah. Sleep." I muttered halfheartedly. Sleep for you probably, but me? I can already see this as a sleepless night either staring at the ceiling, thinking about that kiss and probably some other stuff, or reading fan fiction on my phone with the brightness turned down.
After grabbing a pair of plaid pajama pants and black T-shirt, I quickly scramble into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
P~P
The water scorches my back, but I kinda like it. The burning feeling it leaves makes my mind hazy and leaves a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. My mind travels to a lot of things, but they all revolve around one subject.
That stupid goddamn kiss.
If I were actually ready for him to just kiss me like that, it'd be a guarantee that he wouldn't be concerned about me liking it.
Come on Stan. You can do this. Its just one night and I can do it.
One
Night.
Before my mind could travel to anymore-sinful thoughts about what we could have done after that kiss, I squirt some of the cinnamon scented body wash in my hand and start to wash myself. Quickly rinsing off the soap from my body and hair, I then turn the knob to stop the flow of scorching water. I quickly step out and slip on my pants and T-shirt on, and walk out to see Kyle sitting on the far side of my bed (closest to the window) fiddling with his hands. "Hey, come on now. What I said I mean, so don't let it bother you anymore. You're still my super best friend forever." I coo.
He looks up at me and smiles in a way that sends my heart fluttering and a rising blush creeping onto my cheeks. "Thanks Stan."
Shit. Keep it together.
I reach over and switch the lamp off, the only light in the room being the moonlight spilling from the window. I pull back the sheets and finally lay myself under them, facing towards the ceiling and Kyle, who's facing the other way and turning his back to me.
"Hey Stan?" He asks, and I give him a sound to know that I'm listening. "Is what you said, about doing what you want, true?"
I honestly kind of wish he would drop the subject right now. I find it no big deal and I want him to stop worrying about it. "Yeah dude, would I lie to you like that?" I get another hum in reply.
" I have one more question for you." He says," But you have to promise not to make fun of me for it and have to drop the subject once I get my answer."
What are we in? The fourth grade still? "Go ahead."
"Is it ok to say that I liked that kiss?" Kyle asks softly. Thank God that the room's dark and that he's facing the other way so the quickly growing blush on my cheeks is hidden to all but me. To be frank, this is pretty kick ass so far, but there's no way in hell I'm telling him that. I would rather go see another Adam Sandler movie again.
"Yeah. I think its ok to say that." I respond genuinely.
"And would it be ok if I kissed you again?"
My stomach drops and my body goes to a very uncomfortable temperature. Before I can even get a proper answer out, I feel Kyle shift so that in one swift movement he's straddling me. Again, for the second time that night, those same lips that I've been craving for what feels like forever press against mine again.
So here's the new version of this chapter! Hope you like it!
Stay sweet!
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