Yay! I'm so~ sorry to anyone reading this, I wrote this ages ago but kept putting off posting same with chapter three, which I shall post soon!
Disclamer: South Park belongs to its creators, if I wrote it they would ALL be Gay.
Stan fidgeted with his collar, and looked over his shoulder at Kyle.
"Ky, I'm not sure about this..."
"Don't be such a pussy, Stan," Kyle scolded, "People are going to suspect if you keep being such a wuss."
They were driving to Tokens party, and Stan was regretting agreeing to go.
"Wow, you think? Dude, you practically spilled that I like Butters earlier!" Stan retaliated, punching his super best friend on the arm. Kyle swerved and cussed loudly.
"Dude, don't do that! Shit!"
"Fuck you. The only reason I'm coming is so the jerks would shut up."
Stan leaned towards the window and put his head in his hands. What he said wasn't exactly the truth. He was kind of looking forward to seeing Butters at the party.
Even though Butters was still a little wimp who likes hello kitty, puberty had been forgiving on the boy. In middle school, no one had seen Butters through the summer break, because he was grounded, but when he came to school he had definitely changed, probably for the better.
He grew from 5' 2" to his fully grown six foot, and had a slim stature. His bleach blonde hair was short and fluffy, and his eyes were large and blue. He still wasn't used to his height, and stopped a little when he stood, leading to a few clumsy accidents.
While most wouldn't find this attractive, when Stan saw him on the first day of school his heart started reacting in his chest. Stanley wasn't short, but Butters had 3" on him, and he had to admit that he didn't find it uncomfortable. He would find himself looking at the gangly teen throughout the whole of a lesson, and went out of his way to spot him in the halls and cafeteria.
Stan wasn't just attracted to his tall but cute appearance. He had always admired his kindness and selflessness, but after he started realizing his feelings, Stan found his sweet personality endearing and fell for him in every way.
He was suddenly interrupted from his daydreams by a nudge on the shoulder from Kyle.
"Stan, we're here."
The first thing Stan noticed was the noise. Music blasted from Tokens surround sound system, and the thumping beats sent vibrations through the ground. The next thing he noticed was the people making out in the doorway as him and Kyle struggled to get inside.
Kyle was instantly pulled off somewhere, the only sign of him being the green trapper hat bobbing through the crowd. Stan watched him go, a sickening tightness gripping at his stomach.
All on his own. At a party. He started to panic as memories from that time filled his head. His hands shook as he tried to shove his way through the crowd. He didn't know where he was going, he only knew that he was scared. Very scared.
He flinched visibly when a hand gripped onto his shoulder, turning him around to face whoever held onto him. Stan saw blonde hair, as for a minute his heart quickened, until he realized his mistake. It was just Kenny, minus the hood.
"Hey man! Glad you could make it! Wait... Dude, you alright? You're shaking like a leaf."
Stan forced a smile onto his face and said "erm, yeah. I'm fine."
The ghetto trash raised his eyebrows and shrugged it off. Stan was being weird; probably nothing though. He was usually weird. Hell, South Park was weird!
"Whatever bro. Have a glass and take a load off. If ya need me... Well, I'll probably be getting laid, so don't."
With these 'wise words', He walked off, leaving Stan alone in what seemed to be the front parlor turned dance floor.
Stan pinched his forehead, and sighed, before looking up to find the drinks table. Get a drink, find Kyle and head to the car to wait it all out. After the last time he got wasted, he had no desire to risk molestation when he was drunk again.
Stan struggled through the class, until he found a table of drinks. He poured himself something, and noticed Wendy very drunk, with two glasses in her hands and half her tank top hanging off, revealing her lacy underwear.
Stan knew something was wrong; Wendy didn't drink, and definitely didn't strip. He made his way over to where she was standing, leaning against a doorway. She noticed him coming, and waved halfheartedly.
"Wens," He joined her, worry on his face "babes, what's wrong?"
Her face crumpled up, and Stan noticed tearstains in her cheeks.
"That." She spat, loathing and venom coating her voice, pointing to a pair of writhing bodies on the dance floor. Stan followed with his eyes and his heart dropped.
Bebe and Clyde were making out, intensely. He reached his arms out to his ex-girlfriend and she collapsed into him, sobbing.
"God, hic Stanley! I j-just don't under sniffle stand! I-I know that she-she'll never sniff like me b-but it hurts sooooo much! Waah!"
All he could do was rub her back and sympathize for his friend. He knew that if he saw Butters with a girl... No, he couldn't even entertain the thought.
"Look, Wens. I know how painful this is for you. Really, I do. But you have to remember, this is just what Bebe does. She's a... well, she's a slut. But you're her friend! In a few days, she won't even acknowledge his presence, but you'll still be her best friend! And it's a higher position than an one night stand." Stan said, trying to calm her. She sniffled a couple of times and then nodded her head, determination on her face.
"Thanks Stan. I know we broke up cause we're both gay, but you were always the nicest boyfriend I had. Whoever you love is a lucky man."
Stanley rolled his eyes. She had said this at multiple occasions where she got drunk and phoned him to moan about Bebe's whorish antics.
"Okay drunken-beauty!" He laughed, lifting her arm so he could support her frame, "lets get you home."
He started to help her to the door, when he saw a tall, bleach blonde boy with fluffy hair that stuck up in the air. His heart fluttered wildly and he tripped over something(or someone), and hit his head on something, hard.
"S-Stanley! Are you okay?" A kind, sweet, endearing voice called out to him, and he slipped into unconsciousness with a smile in his face.
