"Aww man," Kyle placed his head in his hands.

The throb of the party pounded in the back of Kyle's head as he chatted to Kenny.

"He's already had three," Kenny laughed, Bebe hanging off her arm. He gave her a disapproving flick and she moved away.

"Three?! Shit," Kyle sighed, "Just don't let him have anymore okay?"

Kenny was too busy staring at Bebe like she was hiding gold in her sweater, Kyle had a feeling he wasn't really listening.

"Hmm?" He glanced up at Kyle, his hand snaking round the Bebe's back. Kyle watched as she jumped slightly and turn pink.

"For Christs sake Ken," Kyle shook his curly locks as he moved away from the sluttiest couple in the world, pre-ejaculations lasted longer than their relationships.

Kyle snaked through the party, tugging occasionally at his checked shirt. Stepping backwards he avoided the stream of sick cascading from Red's mouth.

She retched violently and swiped her mouth with the back of her hand, not concerned about the flecks of sick dotting her ankles.

"Fuck, are you okay?" Kyle tentatively put a hand on her back.

She looked up and grinned at him, clearly paralytic.

"Oh my God guys, it's Kyle," She grabbed him by the arm and stumbled into him. Holding her steady, he allowed himself to be dragged into the middle of Red's 'circle'.

"Just the virgin we need!" She seemed elated.

Kyle gave her a small push and watch as Craig reached out a hand and caught her, murmuring "Stupid girl," under his breath.

"Who says I'm a virgin?!" Kyle exclaimed, backing away from the crowd extremely displeased.

"Maybe because you are," Craig smirked, flipping Kyle off.

Kyle shook his head and left, searching thoroughly for his friend. He searched upstairs and in the bedroom, before he remembered that Wendy couldn't come tonight. Kyle didn't drink but Stan did. Stan was a fucking horrendous drunk, he hit people and he swore and he generally became a huge, huge douche.

"Well FUCK YOU!" Kyle heard a slurred shout coming from the kitchen.

Turning on his heel Kyle swung round and all but sprinted into Token's huge kitchen just as Stan whirled a glass towards Craig's head.

Craig ducked and the glass shattered like a bomb going off, full of tiny little things you thought were a good idea when you were drunk but actually weren't.

"Fuck Stan," Craig raised a middle finger and Stan grabbed for another glass.

"Stan!" Kyle exclaimed, ripping the glass from his hand.

Stan wasn't going to go down that easily, he flailed about as Kyle attempted to restrain his best friend by hooking his arm under Stan's and then pulled them backwards. Stan thrashed violently.

"What did you say to him?!" Kyle cried to Craig who shook his head.

"I told him the bobble on his hat was stupid and he threw a fucking glass at me!"

Kyle sighed, shaking his head as he ripped Stan from the room. Heaving in air, Kyle flung Stan onto the couch.

"Shit Stan, you're drunk again!" Kyle threw his hands up in frustration, watching as Stan swung himself round and wavered slightly. "It'll turn your liver to shit, don't you get that?!"

Stan hiccuped and stared straight past Kyle with a weak smile.

"Come on," Kyle sighed, his bright hair falling into his eyes as he hoisted Stan's arms around his own neck, pulling him drunkenly to his feet.

"Kyle," Stan moaned drunkenly, "You're my friend best,"

Kyle sighed as Stan jabbed his sharp finger into his 'friend best's' shirt. He gagged slightly and Kyle blanched, turning his head away.

This always happened, Stan got drunk, abused someone for no reason, abused Kyle for no reason, told him how much he loved him, passed out and Kyle had to drag him home. Kyle wasn't weedy like most people thought. Bookish, smart and weedy. That was the stereotype. He wasn't though, he made sure to keep his body in good condition and he still played baseball occasionally but he traded the majority of other sports he used to like in favour of books.

"Seriously Kyle," He gurgled, "Man I like, I like love you,"

"You're so drunk," Kyle muttered, beginning to drag Stan from the room his feet trailing along the carpet.

"Fuck you Kyle! I am so drunk!" Stan laughed to himself, Kyle was pretty sure Stan had no idea that he had just left out the 'not' of his denial. "Thank you Kyle,"

Kyle sighed, looking down at Stan whose head was bowed. Cautiously he lifted it from his friends chest, staring up at Kyle with large, cerulean eyes.

"Shut up Stan," Kyle snuffled, dismissing the same thing he heard every time Stan had more than three beers.

Abruptly, Kyle felt Stan smash into him, his lips pressing into his face. Kyle widened his large, browny, green eyes in shock as Stan raised a hand to cup his face, parting Kyle's pale pink lips and slipping his tongue into the unresponsive mouth.

Twenty seconds later Stan stopped, wiping his mouth as he gagged again. Kyle wrinkled his nose and then sighed, raising an eyebrow and then slipping his arm around his friend and hobbling out of the house with him.

This happened more then Kyle liked to recall, Stan always being blindingly drunk and Kyle always being unnervingly sober.

"I'm gonna hit you when you're sober," He muttered under his breath.

Suddenly Stan stopped, staring at Kyle with fear in his eyes, every muscle of his body tensing up. At first Kyle thought he was going to throw up.

"Please don't tell Wendy," Stan pleaded.

Kyle laughed, shaking his head, pulling on his bright green hat as the approaching the front door.

Grabbing Stan's coat, Kyle wrapped it around the swaying boy, pulling him closer by the shoulders to keep him still, Stan retched again and then audibly swallowed with a small smile. Sensing danger rapidly approaching, Kyle yanked Stan's puff ball hat down over the drunk boys head until it reached his eyes and made a swift exit from the huge house as Stan tottered, messily by his side.

Kyle's arm never left Stan's shoulder.