"Clyde, where are you?" I asked as I was putting my wallet in my jean shorts.

"I am on my way to pick up Bebe, why?"

"I need a favor dude. Like this is really important,"

"You don't ask me for favors like ever. What's going on?"

"You remember Kyle from camp, right?"

"Of course I remember Kyle. I would have died without being about to watch movies and TV shows if not for him."

"Alright he actually lives here in South Park. I just want to make sure that you keep to yourself that he lied and said he was from Jersey."

"What the fuck!" exclaimed Clyde. "He actually lives here. Holy hell."

"I know I know" I groaned. "I promise you I will explain the full story to you later but he is coming to the party. You saw how he was nervous wreck at camp. We don't need anyone knowing he lied about where he was from. He only told us that he was from Jersey so I think we can pull this off,"

"I understand. Oh man Cartman is going to shit his pants when he sees him," Clyde starts laughing. I had not even thought about that. I just hope Cartman leaves him alone. You think the punch to his jaw would do that but he can be so stubborn sometimes.

"Thanks Clyde, I owe you one."

"Sure, how did you find all this out anyway?" I sigh knowing I am going to have to explain this a lot.

"His dad is dating my mom," I replied.

"Dude, this is hilarious!" Clyde starts laughing. "What are the odds." I start walking towards the door.

"His dad is actually pretty cool. My mom is happy and at the end of the day that is what matters most to me. I mean it's not like she is married to the guy,"

"It's not a bad thing I mean Kyle is cool. He could use some more social interactions,"

"Kenny must have had the same thing in mind because he is the one who invited him to this party. Kyle is not that bad at interacting with people,"

"Wait, when did Kenny meet him?"

"We ran into him at the mall earlier this week when school shopping,"

"Only Kenny would invite someone he just met to a party,"

"If Kyle was a girl I am sure Kenny would be trying to fuck him already,"

"True, I put nothing past that guy. Hey I am at Bebe's so I will see you shortly."

"Alright, later." I ended the call as I am in mid walk to Kyle's. We started talking again. Keeping things pretty casual or as casual as we can get. Makes me glad we go to separate schools. I like talking to him a lot, being around him is a different story. Don't get me wrong I like that too but I just keep wanting to put my hands on him. I have never wanted to do this so much with anybody. I actually want to sleep with him. I don't know the first thing about sleeping with guys for one and for two I shouldn't even be doing this. I have to keep reminding myself that our parents are dating.

I walk up to the house and ring the doorbell. I am surprised when Ike answers the door. He doesn't say hi or anything. He just steps aside which lets me know it is okay to enter.

"Kyle is in his room," he explained.

"Um okay. Should I wait for him here?"

"Doesn't matter," said Ike making his way towards a staircase to my right. I follow him.

"Can you at least show me where his room is?"

"Make a right here and his room is the one at the end of hall facing you," Ike goes to the left inside of right. I make my way down the hall kind of nervous. Kyle's room door is at least open. I take a peek inside and I don't see him. His room is clean as shit. He has a lot of books too. He has 3 bookshelves full of books, a really nice computer desk with ample space and storage and a queen size bed. His bed is actually made. I don't think I ever make my bed. I see Kyle come out what I will assume is the bathroom.

"Hey," I said.

"Whoa, where the hell did you come from?" he asked.

"Ike let me in. Token lives in this neighborhood so I thought it would be best if we walked." Kyle has on some jeans and just a plain tee. He looks like he is one of us and not a rich kid so this is a good start. I can tell he did something different with his red curly hair, god he is so fucking cute. Kyle looks at me as if he could tell I was staring. I look off somewhere else into the room.

"Nice room you got here. I wish mine had its own bathroom," I commented.

"Yeah, some perks to getting to live in a big house," he replied spraying on some body spray. Didn't know men had body spray. "My dad is here but he is working on a big case so he is holed up in his office." Kyle grabs his diabetic reader to check his sugar levels.

"Did you tell him you were going out?"

"With you, yeah. He is super excited at the thought that I had made a new friend and I am getting out of the house. He is not going to stop us," Most kids would die for that kind of support from their parents. I guess he is good to go as he puts up the reader.

"My mom doesn't know we are going to a party with drinking," I replied. "She does know we are going over Token's, just so you know."

"Cool, I'm ready now," We headed down the stairs and out the door. I am now getting excited about having him with me at the party. I can't really hang up under Clyde since he is dating Bebe now and Kenny, Kenny will be hunting for his newest victim.

"I talk to Clyde and he promised to keep the whole jersey thing you told us a secret."

"Thank god. I like Clyde, he is cool. He will be there tonight?"

"Everybody will be there," I replied. "You are going to be meeting a lot of people. You can tell them how we met at camp and about our parents if you want. I already told Clyde and Kenny of course."

"I will only tell them if they ask," replied Kyle moving a curl out of his face. "I am not going to volunteer that information. When did you tell Kenny?"

"I actually spoke to him about last night. He doesn't know what you know happened between us. He just now knows that we met at camp." It doesn't take us long to arrive. I open the door knowing it is unlocked already. The house has good installation; you can barely hear the music from outside. Soon as we opened the door it smacked us in the face.

"Dear god," muttered Kyle. I can tell he is not use to that.

"You want something to drink?" I asked him leaning in close to his ear. He nods yes and follows me to the mini bar Token's parents have in the dining area. Token is already over there looking over the drinks. "Token," He looks up and smiles.

"Stan, I haven't really seen you at all this summer,"

"Well you are one who went to Europe," I grinned. "This is my friend Kyle, he actually lives down the street from you."

"Hey Kyle, it's nice to meet you. Did you just move in?"

"Something like that," he said.

"Well I got plenty of drinks here, help yourself. I already took stock of everything so I can replace anything that runs out."

I start fixing me and Kyle something to drink. I am sure he is not a big drinker so I made him something fruity. I handed him the cup before turning back to Token.

"Have you seen Clyde or Bebe?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think they got here a little before you did. So when did they become a thing?" I take a sip of my drink realizing I made it too strong.

"Hard to say," I reply. "I mean sometime during camp or after."

"I should find Cartman. He probably knows what happened," joked Token.

"More like added on big white lies," I add. Kyle is doing well at this party. He is talking and interacting with some of my classmates. Token puts on a line dance song to get more people to dance. It's the electric slide so pretty simple. I laugh as I watch Kyle try to do it. He can't dance worth a shit. I try to show him slowly how to do the line dance. He gets it when the song is finally over.

"Omg that was so hard," he whined.

"That was the easiest one!" I laughed. "Don't worry there will be more parties and more opportunities for you to learn it," I am feeling my liquor and lay my head on his shoulder for a bit. I think I should skip getting another drink. The room is almost to that spinning point.

"Stan I know you're not drunk already?" I heard Wendy ask. I stand all the way up.

"Hey Wendy, you know how I get down at these parties so you should not be surprised,"

"I know but it is still early," she lectured. "Kyle! What are you doing here?"

"I live here," he replied with a shrug.

"Um okay then. Stan, would you mind fixing me a drink?"

"Okay," I go and fix Wendy her drink. I know what she likes. I hand her cup and I notice Kyle is gone. "Where is Kyle?"

"He's a big boy," replied Wendy tossing her hair over her shoulder. She takes a sip from her cup. "You want to dance?"

"I guess so," I said thinking out loud. Wendy drags me to the floor gripping my arm like I was going to get lost. Dancing at this point is a little more difficult but I managed. I finally tap out and sit down on the sofa next to Craig.

"You are so gone," said Craig.

"Not really," I replied. "I am coming around," He laughs.

"Yeah okay," he replies. "Are you down for beer pong? I could use one your skills."

"I don't know," I reply. "I need to find my friend,"

"Who the redhead?"

"Yeah, Kyle,"

"Oh he is playing beer pong right now against Cartman," I immediately perk up. I get up and walk into the kitchen with Craig close behind me. I can see that Kyle is kicking his ass. Not literally, Cartman is having to down almost all of his cups. Kyle is standing there smiling.

"This isn't over!" said Cartman.

"I got next," said Craig. I walk over to Kyle.

"I didn't know you knew how to play beer pong," I state.

"I didn't," replied Kyle. "It kind of reminds me of basketball which I am excellent at by the way." He is smiling with his little rosy cheeks, god how I want to kiss them. "So where is your little friend Wendy?"

"Shit I don't know," I replied. "I don't care about her right now. I was just getting ready to look for you,"

"Were you now," said Kyle. "I am glad to see you are looking better. I was almost worried."

"I know how to handle my liquor," I replied. "Did you want anything more to drink?" Kyle looks like he is thinking about it.

"Hmmm sure," he replied. "I'm going to stay right here if you don't mind. I want to see if anyone can beat my time."

"Stan maybe," Craig chimed in.

"Shut up," I reply not wanting to play against Kyle. I went to go fix his drink. When Wendy walks up.

"I was looking for you, she said.

"Well here I am. I am about head by to the kitchen. They got a wicked game of beer pong going on right now."

"I don't see how you guys can play that let alone drink from the cup the ball fell in. Who knows where that ball has been?"

"Part of the fun. Did you want me to fix you anything before I walk away from here?"

"No I still have some left from earlier. Can I watch you guys?" I shrug before heading back to the kitchen. I hand Kyle his drink as he is laughing.

"Craig is pretty good at this," he notes.

"For sure," I replied. I am the best out of group of friends, maybe. Cartman makes Kyle sound unbeatable. Craig is playing against Jason. It probably isn't helping Jason that he is already trashed.

"Damnit!" said Jason as he misses again. Craig is enjoying every minute of this.

"Stan I want to see you play the ginger over there," said Cartman. "I bet you can't beat Stan."

"I would rather not," replied Kyle.

"Don't be a little a bitch," snapped Cartman. "You think you are so great."

"Guys I don't know if I even want to play," I say adding in my two cents.

"Oh no you're playing," said Craig resetting up the game. "Get your ass over here." I stand at one end while Kyle is at the other.

"Let's make this interesting," said Cartman with that evil grin on his face.

"I like where this is going," said Craig folding his arms. I don't, who knows what the fuck he is about to come up with."

"It's not terrible so stop wetting your pants," said Cartman. "Loser has to take 3 shots of patron." Omg that would put Kyle on his ass. He is not a drinker. I know I can handle it or so I would like to think.