"It's fine, replied Kyle. "Let's get this game going already." I take the first shot making it perfectly. Kyle is smirking so I know he knows what he is doing. He lands two shots back to back making everyone in the room oh and ah. I was going to lay back and let him win but now I see how good he really is. I want to beat him! I start focusing on my next set. I make one and miss one.

"Come on Stan!" yelled Cartman. I guess he really thought I was going to beat Kyle. Kyle has landed 6 back to back. He only has one more cup to finish me. I focus as I land my next 2. We are neck and neck. Let's see what will happen. Kyle takes a shot effortless finally missing one. I am so glad. Cartman is cheering. "You better not let me down Stan." Let him down, I don't want to let myself down. I have drink 7 cups of beer and 3 shots. Although the cups are only half full, I would rather not. I take a shot missing both. Kyle makes his next attempt landing the last one. The room erupts into cheers.

I have never focused so hard on a game of beer pong in my life. Isn't this suppose to be fun? I begin drinking the beer.

"Stan, you don't have to drink the beer," said Wendy.

"You plan to help me?" I asked.

"Sure I don't want to see you kill yourself," she replied grabbing a cup.

"I can't believe you lost!" cried Cartman. "You were suppose to be my saving grace,"

"Cartman you can save your own ass," I replied finishing my cup. "You plan on helping me out?"

"Hell no dude, I just had to drink 7 of those myself. I am done," Cartman walks up close to Kyle. "One of these days asshole." Cartman continues on to wherever he is off to. Kyle takes one of my cups.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," I replied. "Your dangerously good," Kyle laughs.

"It's nice to know I am good at something besides being a genius," I see Kenny come into view. I notice he is carrying the shots.

"I bet you thought we forget," he smiled. Craig is leaning against the counter.

"Have fun with that," laughed Craig.

"Hey you could at least help and grab a cup," I reply.

"Nope," he replied. I am glad when I see Wendy grab another cup.

"Don't get to drunk Wen," I say feeling bad.

"I'm fine," she replied. "This is just beer. You are the one that has to deal with the shots." I grab my second cup of beer and finish that as Kenny set the shots on the table.

"Can I get a shot?" asked Kyle looking curious.

"No," I replied.

"Stan, you're not his daddy," said Wendy. "Kenny get him a shot," I already know Kyle is not going to be able to handle all of this. I am just looking out for his safety. Kyle takes another beer finishing it quickly. I finish off the last cup by the time Kenny is back in the room.

"I have actually brought shots for myself as well," he said smiling. "Are you enjoying yourself Kyle?"

"I'm starting too," he grinned. Those of us that were taking the shots grabbed our glasses and down them on the count of three. I made sure to power through my last two.

"I'm done for the night," I almost slurred. I can tell that I am going to be drunk and dizzy within another 30 minutes. "Kyle I am going to need your help."

"With what?" he asked.

"Getting me home," I replied looking at his red face. Yeah, the shots did him in too. I tried to tell him.

"I can help get you home Stan," said Wendy. "I didn't drive here so we would need to walk,"

"It's okay Wendy, I can take him," said Kyle. "I only live down the street,"

"That doesn't make sense. Stan lives closer to me than you do if you live down the street,"

"Do you really want his mom seeing him like this?" Kyle has a good point. "Our parents are dating so I am sure my dad won't mind him staying over,"

"Oh your parents are dating?" asked Wendy.

"Yeah," I slurred. "We just found out about this shit,"

"Wendy," said Kyle. "Long story short I have been sheltered and my dad is happy that I am making friends. I don't even think he would care if we got drunk. As long as we are safe,"

"Oh wow, so sorry" said Wendy. "Just take good care of Stan then,"

"I won't let anything happen to him," said Kyle grabbing my arm and pulling me towards to the door. "We need to leave now?"

"Yes," I replied. "In another 20 minutes I will be going down for the count." Kyle starts moving through the crowd for us to get to the front door. We start walking down the street. Halfway to the house I had to lean on him. I am so glad when we finally get to the house. Kyle unlocks the door helping me up the stairs. He gets me to his room in one piece. I am so glad when I lay on his bed. I can hear Ike come into his room.

"Oh so you drinking now?"

"Your just jealous that you didn't get go," replied Kyle.

"Doesn't matter," replied Ike. "Most people at those parties are such conformist,"

"Whatever Ike, why are you in here bothering me?"

"I was letting you know dad went to stay at his girlfriend's tonight. Why is Stan here?"

"No way can he go home like that tonight," Kyle replied. "Besides, I don't even want to imagine what dad and Mrs. Marsh are even doing tonight,"

"I so did not just hear that," droned Ike.

"Good night Ike!" said Kyle closing his room door. I hear Kyle walking over to me. He reaches into my pants pulling out my phone. I open my eyes and see he is making a call on it. "Hi Ms. Marsh, this is Kyle. I hope you don't mind but is it okay if Stan stays the night?" He called my mom. "Yeah we had a great time tonight. I got to know a lot of his friends," He sure knows how to work my mom. "I am sure he will be back home tomorrow sometime. I plan to help him look for some jobs tomorrow. Yeah he told me he was still looking but I wanted to provide a fresh pair of eyes," When did he plan all of this. "I will let him know. Thank you. Good night and sorry for calling so late." Kyle ended the call. He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Dude our parents are totally fucking,"

I sit up and start laughing. "You can't be serious?"

"I'm very serious. Dude your mom was like breathing all hard in the phone. Oh god," Kyle started to shake.

"Glad it was you calling then and not me," I feel my stomach becoming upset, uh oh. "Bathroom," I cover my mouth. Kyle points to where it is. I run to the bathroom zoning in on the toilet. I life the seat just in time as the liquor and beer start to come up. I feel like I am puking up a whole days' worth of meals by the time I am done. My stomach actually feels more settled although I still feel like shit.

"Are you okay?" asked Kyle.

"I will be," I replied. "Tip 1 for drinking, don't mix your liquors ever. Unless you want to end up like how I am now."

"You wouldn't be in this situation if you so called friend Cartman hadn't made this ridiculous bet," said Kyle helping me up off of the floor. We make or way back to the bed. "Stan I am going to remove your clothes. I don't have anything that can fit you."

"What," I slurred.

"You reek of liquor," he stated as he pulled off my shirt. He removes my shorts leaving my boxers on. He makes sure I am comfort before tending to himself. I watch through hooded eyes as he gets undressed. Thank god I almost out if because I don't know if I would have been able to control myself. He climbs under the covers facing me. "Thanks for tonight. I actually felt like a normal guy,"

"You are a normal guy," I replied slowly. "Thanks for taking care of me tonight. I didn't mean to get this fucked up,"

"I am sure you would do the same for me,"

"I totally would. I am glad it wasn't you who lost. I was going to lose on purpose but they you really started to kick my ass," I chuckled.

"You would have done that for me?"

"Yeah dude, I love you," I sigh as I slowly close my eyes letting sleep take over me.