Hate – Chapter 3

Kyle knocked on the door, but realized quickly that no one was going to answer. He sighed, pausing a moment to rethink his plans for the night. He had agreed to go to Token's party, with the expectation that he would be able to eventually crash somewhere for the night. However, Kyle liked to have things planned, so the idea of him not knowing where he would end up that night made him a bit nervous. He bit his lip, closing his eyes briefly. No. He agreed that he would go, and he had promised himself earlier that day that he would try to have fun. He would try to let loose for once in his life. Without a second thought, he turned the handle and went on inside.

He followed the sound of the loud music. Token's house was huge, so there were people mingling about all over. However, Kyle wanted to find his friends, and he figured that they would be where most of the others were gathered. He wandered down the hallway until finding a large amount of people in what might be some sort of living room. The music was blasting away, and people were shouting over it to be heard. Kyle scanned the room, and quickly found his friends. He made his way over, weaving through the various people in the crowd. Kenny and Stan were doing a shot of something together, while Wendy cheered Stan on. Kenny put his shot glass down first, and raised his arms in victory.

"HA! I win!"

Stan put his glass down, frowning slightly at loosing.

"Hey dudes."

They looked up. Kenny's face lit up in a wide grin.

"KYLE! Sit, SIT! We are getting you SO wasted tonight!"

Before Kyle could say another word, he was dragged into the seat next to Kenny.

-.-.-.-.-.

Kyle was feeling pretty good. It didn't take much alcohol for him to start feeling it, and by now he was REALLY feeling it. The world felt all warm and welcoming, and everything was funny. In fact, things FELT funny. He reveled at how his face felt numb, and was explaining this amazing fact to Stan one more time before Cartman joined them.

"Hey pussies. Looks like you got the tight ass to drink." He plopped down next to Stan, sitting across from Kyle.

Kyle laughed. "Shut up, Fatass… I'm not a tight ass." He continued to chuckle. Cartman raised his eyebrow.

Kenny decided to chip in. "He's not a tight ass, but BOY does he HAVE a tight ass!"

Kyle giggled at that. Cartman frowned.

"How much did he have?"

Kyle continued to laugh. Kenny grinned at Cartman, not answering. Stan's attention was quickly stolen by Wendy, and therefore didn't contribute at all to the conversation. Kenny quickly poured Cartman, Kyle, and himself a shot of tequila each.

"To Kyle losing his drunk-virginity or something!" exclaimed Kenny, holding up his shot glass in a toast.

"Yay!" added Kyle before they all downed their shots.

After he put his shot glass down, Kyle leaned across the table. "Cartman! Cartman! Guess what, Fatass! I can't feel my face!" He grinned, breaking down into a bout of laughter

Cartman smirked a bit, putting his cheek in his hand. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah! It's so cool!" Kyle proceeded to poke his own cheeks.

Cartman chuckled. "Shit, I need to drink some more…."

-.-.-.-.-.

Kyle's mind was a bit of a blur. Kenny was trying to explain to Kyle that he had indeed written all over Kenny's chest with a sharpie just moments before, but Kyle was denying it ever happened. Kenny showed him the evidence, and Kyle burst into a fit of laughter. Maybe someone handed him a drink at that point, but he couldn't remember.

Then suddenly he was proclaiming that he really loved the song that came on, and dragged Kenny to go dance with him. He then saw Cartman and grabbed his arm too, pulling them both behind him. He remembered dancing, and then suddenly he was grinding with Kenny, and it felt so good. He felt sexy and confident, warm and tingly. Before he realized, he was sandwiched between both Kenny and Cartman, cologne mixing with cologne, and Kyle briefly thought how he really liked whatever Cartman was wearing. He could only recall snippets of what he said to the two, but he definitely remembered grinding against Kenny's crotch and thrusting back against Cartman's. Hands were everywhere, and he felt on top of the world.

Then he was back at the table, doing another shot, and then there was nothing for a while.

He found himself blinking at Cartman on the couch as Cartman rambled on about how much he hated Wendy. He pointed over Kyle's shoulder, and he looked. It was hard to see – everything was so blurry. He finally was able to make out Stan and Wendy in the corner, hands in places he didn't need to see. He quickly whipped around, and blinked as the world spun.

"Dude, they are so sick whenever they drink. Pretty soon they'll go find a room. Hopefully soon, so I don't have to watch that."

Kyle giggled. "Yeaaah… it just gets worse when they drink. It's always really awkward when I'm hanging with Stan, and then she's suddenly there, and then they're like, making out… ugh… so gross. I don't wanna watch that…"

"You don't get jealous that your boyfriend is making out with a slut?"

Kyle weakly hit Cartman's arm. "Shut up, he's not my boyfriend… I don't like him like that."

"Whatever. You're so gay, dude."

"Who cares if I was? Even… even if I was, it doesn't mean I like Stan like that… He's, like, my best friend… ew."

Cartman laughed.

Kyle laughed too. "Dude, saying 'Stan' is fun… it's kinda awkward and weird… 'Stan…'

Time skipped again, and he could have sworn he was having a serious conversation with Cartman.

"I don't HATE you…"

"Well, you used to be such a douche bag when we were little… and you always make fun of me…"

"Yeah, but when we were little I DID hate you… I don't hate you so much now…"

"See? So much. Still consta-… consta-… constitutes hate…"

"Nuh-uh… we're kinda friends, sort of. Kinda."

"Really? We're friends?"

"Well, yeah, I guess…."

And then he was walking home with Cartman, singing a song… and then he was telling Cartman that he refused to sleep on the floor, so they'd have to share the bed… and then he was snuggling against Cartman, telling him that he loved his cologne and it turned him on… but not because it was Cartman, it was just because of the scent. He also proclaimed that he would probably be willing to jump any guy who wore that cologne. Cartman told him to stop being stupid and take off his hat. He giggled. After that, there was nothing.