Chapter Three
It was around ten at night when the class got to the Shinjuku City N.U.T.S. Hotel. Half of the sophomore were dead dog tired. The other half was laughing at the fact that the hotel had the word "nuts" going across the top.
Mr. Mackey was fighting through the crowd of students to get the room keys. When he finally made it to the desk he gave a polite, yet timid, bow.
"Kon'nichi wa. Anatat wa eigo ni wa, -ji no yo hanasu tame ni okoru node wanaideshou ka?
Mr. Mackey asked hopefully, "Wareware wa, sausupaku no pati dedesu."
The lady at the front desk began clicking away at her computer.
"Sumimasen, watashi wa eigo o hanashimasen. Watashi wa, shika shi. Anata ga yoyakunara miemasu ka. Anata no yoyaku (ryuho) wa, 17 no heya, 2- dai no tsuin no beddo (dodai) de no 16 oyobi tani'itsu no tsuin no saizu no beddo (dodai) de no Itsu no tame no monodearimashita ka?" the woman responded.
"Hai, sore wa soredatta," Mr. Mackey confirmed.
"Subarashii! Kooko ni anata no heya no kagi ga ari, subarashii taizai o motte iru!" the woman chirped cheerfully handing over the keys.
"Domo Arigato," Mr. Mackey said taking the keys.
He faced the class. There was more than one chaperone on the trip, so the classes were split up into groups of 34, according to their class counselor.
"M'kay, when I call you up here come get your key; you will be sharing a room with a fellow student," Mr. Mackey announced.
"Aww," the class groaned simultaneously.
"Well maybe you'd put a little more effort in your sales for next year's candy sale instead of eating most of it, m'kay. Millie you'll be bunking with Red," Mr. Mackey began to read off.
'God, are you listening? Speaker mic check one two, one two? Okay, you may have seen my super best friend, Stan, earlier when he and Wendy broke up… Okay, she rudely dumped him, but I just want you to have their rooms as far away from each other as possible. Please?' Kyle thought.
"And the last room on the second floor goes to Wendy and Bebe," Mr. Mackey finished, turning over the small sheet of paper that held the names of the roomies.
'Thanks, God. I have only one more thing to ask: Can I room with Kenn—'
"For the first room on the third floor, Stan and Kyle," Mr. Mackey said.
'T_T.'
"Kenny, you'll be bunking with butters."
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"Here it is, Room 713," Kyle said sliding the card key in the slot to open the door. He proceeded to flick the light switch to reveal a calm blue room with a desk with a computer on it and a small couch sitting across from a television on a small entertainment stand.
There were three doors across the eight by nine floor: one bed room, one closet, and a bathroom.
"Awesome!" Kyle said beaming.
"Yeah, cool…" Stan said rather apathetically.
Kyle took notice.
"Dude, are you still bummed about what happened back at school?" Kyle asked.
"…No…"
"Stanley Randall Marsh did you just tried to lie to me, your super best friend, who, in case you have ceased to noticed, has known you since birth?" Kyle said in a matriarchal tone, putting his hands on his hips and quirking one "manscaped" eyebrow.
"Maybe… What am I gonna do, Ky? I was going to tell her I loved her to make it official, dude. How can one ass hat come and sweep in. The way she dumped me was even anti-climatic! It was as if she put no thought into it at all. If you dump someone you care about, you should AT LEAST put some kinda dramatic thought into it!" Stan ranted, on the brink of tears.
Kyle pushed Stan onto the couch and began to rub small circles into the back of Stan's ears where his jaw and skull connected. The soothing worked, and the tears that threatened to fall receded.
"Listen to me, Stan, and listen good: Wendy was a no good, cheating, fake ass, Barbie doll, heartless, smartass whore. I know it, Kenny knows it, Jesus knows it, we all know it… including you. Now if you will please take all your memories of said no good whore and burn them while laughing maniacally, that would, in fact be super," Kyle said, being sure to careful to pronounce every word carefully for his heartbroken bestie.
"I'll try," Stan sighed.
"Good enough for me."
Kyle stretched and moaned as he felt his muscles contract. This brought the memory of not six hours ago on the plane to race through Stan's mind. He gasped and blushed as he felt the space in his pants become scarcer as Kyle felt a small, but increasingly becoming larger, prodding feeling on his ass.
'SHIT!' Stan thought, 'THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING!'
He abruptly stood, dropping Kyle and ran to the bathroom while shouting "GOTTA GO!"
He shut the door and immediately began to take deep breaths.
Bad thoughts ran through his mind. Thoughts about the sounds Kyle would make if give the chance with the lithe red head.
"Stan, you okay?" Kyle asked with concern clearly expressed.
"Yeah, just a small stomach ache. I'll be fine though," Stan said.
"Mkay," Kyle sounding unsure of himself," I'm gonna get some sleep. Good night, Stan."
"Night Kyle," Stan said in a strained voice.
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AN:
Hey, my bad for not updating sooner. School is a bitch and I just got outta the hospital so here I am! I can not guarantee speedee updates…. Guess it'll come when it does.
Au revior, ma amis.