Kyle's Point of View:
Woken up by the sound of vibrating he sat up in his bed, squinting to see the screen of his phone through sleep filled eyes. A sense of dread hung in the air as he could already tell who it was before even looked down. Sure enough there was Stan's picture smiling back up at him. He honestly considered throwing his phone across the room for a second but in the end just sighed and hit the talk button.
Neutral Point of View:
"What the fuck do you want Stan?" Kyle asked irritably.
Not expecting anyone to actually answer the phone Stan nearly dropped it out of surprise, his mind scrambling to find anything he could say.
"Hello? Well then bye. And don't call again" Kyle said annoyance clear in his voice as he was preparing to end the call.
"N-No! Wait! Please! There's something I have to say to you Kyle" Stan all but screamed into the phone in his panic to say anything at all.
"Well then fucking say it Stan!" Kyle nearly yelled back at him.
Taking a deep breath and a large chug from the bottle in his hand he attempted to stumble through what he was trying to say. " Shouldn't have said what I did. Have something to say to Kyle"
"How fucking drunk are you man? If you have something to say then fucking say it dude. Otherwise I'm hanging up."
"Kyle look I...I...I'm going to be sick." With that Stan doubled over and threw up on the ground near where he was standing. When he was done he stood up straight taking a couple more sips from the bottle before starting again.
"Look Kyle I-"
"STAN WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STAN WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? IT HAD BETTER NOT BE KYLE! HOLY FUCK IT IS KYLE ISN'T IT?! GIVE ME THE PHONE STAN!" With everything he was trying to remember Stan never even heard Kenny walk up behind him. Before he knew it he was face down on the ground with the phone a foot away from him.
Scrambling up and off of him Kenny ran for the phone on the ground picking it up. "BUTTERS I FOUND HIM HE'S OVER HERE!" he yelled before holding the phone up to his ear. "Hello? This is Kyle isn't it? Hello?"
"Ya I'm here." In the background of the phone call he could here multiple voices beginning to yell.
"Give me the bottle Stan. You've had more than enough of it." "No dammit Butters give it back! I need that!" "No you don't Stan you've already nearly killed yourself with how much you've gosh darn drank tonight, what do you want to die?"
From his side of the phone Kyle thought that he heard Stan answer "yes" and felt a shiver go down his spine at the thought. "Hello? Kenny? Is everything alright? What's going on over there?"
"Everything is fine Kyle don't worry. I'm sorry I know I said that I would make sure he wouldn't bother you but we lost him there for a little while. He's had a good few bottles from what I can see. It's a fucking miracle he doesn't have alcohol poisoning yet. He was trying to wash the puke out of his mouth with more fucking shots when I found him out here". Kyle could nearly hear the eyeroll that followed his friends slurred speech. "I'm going to try to calm him down and have Butters go find our coats. Wish me luck in getting that bottle out of his hands. Go back to sleep Kyle I'll handle this. Bye". And with that Kenny hung up the phone and turned to back to Stan.
Kyle's Point of View:
The last thing he heard before Kenny hung up was Stan in the back screaming "NO! DAMMIT KENNY GIVE ME MY FUCKING PHONE BACK! I HAVE SOMETHING I NEED TO TELL HIM!" And with that the phone went dead in his hand.
With that he got up quickly and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Shoving his phone and wallet into his pockets he grabbed his mother's car keys off the table and wrote her a note just in case he was still out when the rest of his family woke up. With that he was out the front door.