STAN

"You can't just kick me out!" screams Kyle. "I'm adult and I need notice! You have to give me 30 days, that is the law!"

"I warned you 30 days ago," replied his mom unmoved. "I will not allow you to continue to disrespect me. You can come and get your things tomorrow while I am at work. I don't care to see your face." Ouch.

"I did nothing wrong!' he cried. "It's my room, my personal space, and I can do what the fuck I want. You just want to see me suffer!"

"I don't want that at all," she replies. "I want to see you succeed in life." She tries to grab Kyle but he snatches away from her.

"You don't get to kick me out and try to comfort me," he snarls.

"Okay then," she replied. "Come to get your things tomorrow then. Don't think Ike is going to help you. I have instructed him to not let you in this house until tomorrow morning." With that, she closes the door as Kyle sits down on the steps. He begins to pale a little. I jog over to him.

"Kyle, are you okay?" I ask. I feel like this is a stupid question, of course, he is not okay. Kyle looks up at me and I recognize he is on the verge of having a panic attack. "Kyle, calm down, come on let's get you out of this heat." I help Kyle to his feet and I notice he smells of weed and liquor. "Jesus are you drunk?"

"Not yet…" he states. "I don't need you to help me, I can walk." He looks at me taking in my clothes. "Why the fuck are you dressed up?"

"I just got a summer job," I replied looking at him trying not to snap at him. I feel like he clowning me.

"You're leaving so what's the point of that?" he asked.

"I need a job to save money for when I go to school," I explained. "I'm trying to not work during school so I can focus on my studies." Kyle snorts.

"Since when have you given a shit about school?"

"Since I decided I gave a damn about my future," I say sternly. Kyle laughs.

"You are way too uptight," he says. I take in his faded green shirt and loose jeans. He looks like all he does is get high. Why is he acting like this?

"Where are you going to live?" I asked.

"Shit, I don't know," he said shrugging. "Mom is making a big deal over nothing."

"What did you do?" I asked as we continue to walk towards Kenny's apartment.

"Doing a little drinking, a little smoking," he explains.

"It's not even noon," I reply.

"And?" he questioned. "Where the hell are we going?"

"I am going back to Kenny's apartment," I replied. "I had enough excitement for today."

"Kenny does have an excellent liquor stash, I'm game."

"When did you become such a heavy drinker?" I asked. Kyle looks at me offended.

"I'm not a heavy drinker," he says. "I can stop whenever I want. No school, no job, why should it matter when I drink or not. I know this is not coming from the guy who was getting drunk at 10 years old."

"Fuck you, Kyle," I say angrily because that hurt. I walk ahead of him while he lags behind. I'm not sure if he is even following me anymore. I walk back past Tweek Bros, I see Tweek wave at me and I wave back giving a weak smile before continuing to the apartment. I get to the door and I look up to see Kyle jogging over to me.

"You trying to leave me?" he pants.

"Yes, you're being an asshole," I state opening the door.

"I was telling you the truth," said Kyle rolling his walking inside. He looks around taking in the apartment. "Kenny stepped his game up and got some new shit." Kyle walks straight to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of patron and a glass. He pours some smiling. I can't believe this, it's like we switched places.

"Why did you stop writing to me?" I asked getting to the point.

"I still wrote you," defended Kyle walking to the living room and sitting on my bed. "Oh, this is comfy."

"Yes, it is," I agree. "You haven't sent me a letter since last year. Even before then it would be months before I heard from you. Is this what you were doing? Getting high and throwing your life away." Kyle looks up at me.

"You have no idea what you are talking about," he says. "I do have a life! It's not my fault you moved out of state."

"It's not mine either!" I yelled getting mad. "I feel like you started to punish me for my dad making us move out there." Kyle looks away and I know there is some truth to what I said. "I don't want to fight with you, Kyle. As of right now, we are still social buddies but I don't know if we can even be friends."

"What is that suppose to mean?" he asked before finishing his glass making a face that tells me the patron is burning him good.

"I don't know you," I replied. "As of right now I don't want to." I can see the orange entering Kyle's eye.

"Nobody asked you to be my friend!" he said standing up balled fist.

"You made me promise we would stay friends and you're the one who throws that away!" I yelled. "I got grounded for two months trying to come and see you. I have never seen…."

"You tried to come to see me?" asked Kyle. "When the hell was this?"

"Doesn't matter…." I mutter sitting on my bed. "You don't have to be here if you don't want to. You can help yourself out." Kyle gets up and walks back to the kitchen. I shake my head as I hear him pouring another drink. He comes back into the room sipping and making that face he made earlier.

"So how is that girlfriend of yours?" he asked.

"Dude we broke up over a year ago," I replied rolling my eyes. "Did you even read my letters?"

"I think I would remember that," he said.

"Kyle can you please stop drinking," I ask nicely. "I don't like seeing you like this." Kyle rolls his eyes finishing his drink.

"I have a high tolerance now," he said slowly. "This didn't do shit." So he says but he is starting to lean. I turn on the TV to find something to watch. This conversation is going nowhere. Not even an hour into the movie Kyle is slumped over passed out. I sigh looking at how he became…..this. I hear his phone buzz in his pocket. I take it out seeing a text from Craig.

Craig: Hey I forgot to tell you, your friends are meeting at your old stomping grounds whatever the fuck that is, pull your head out of your ass because Cartman will be there

Man, what happened. Kyle's hatred for Cartman seems to have worsen. I noticed at the party last night it was awkward when the two of them would be close. I look at Kyle knowing he is out for the count. I can't help but look into his phone. I mean he is so standoffish right now. Kind of like a mini Craig and I hate it. I go to his pictures first. I notice there are a lot of pictures of him and Craig. Then some with Token, Clyde, Tweek, and Craig. Some have Bebe and Wendy in it. He actually has some pictures of Ike which surprises me. I get some selfies he took without his shirt and he looks damn good. I look up making sure his ass is still out. Now I feel wrong for looking at these pictures. There is a picture of him in towel and I can see he has a tattoo on his lower left hip. What is that? I try to blow up the picture but I hear Kenny's keys. I close Kyle's phone and slide it next to him. No way was I going to be able to get back in his front pocket right now.

"Hey," smiled Kenny which kind of disappeared when he saw Kyle passed out. "What the hell?"

"Shhh…" I said standing up walking over to him. "Can we talk in your room?" Kenny looks at Kyle before walking to his room.

"He got drunk," stated Kenny tossing his wallet on the dresser before sitting his phone down.

"Not just drunk but he just might be an alcoholic," I say concerned. "Why didn't you tell me he was this bad?"

"I wanted you to keep that image of Kyle you had," he said. "He has only gotten this bad in the past couple of months. I think he got some college rejections but what did he expect when his grades went from straight A's to C's." I pinch my nose just confused by everything.

"I don't understand why this happened!" I exclaim.

"I have an idea but I'm not 100% sure on it," said Kenny peeking into the living room. Kenny looks like he doesn't want to tell me.

"Spit it out while I'm young," I demand trying not to yell at him. Kenny moves me out of the doorway and closes it.

"Kyle's gay," he says folding his arms.