Sorry for taking a long time to update…. I was building the suspense.
I tried to get up off of Kenny, but I couldn't find the body strength to do so. I pushed my arms against the solid ground and tried again. I was weak and tired. I wondered if Kenny remembered what had happened. Maybe it was just a big mistake that everyone would have gotten over by tomorrow.
Or not.
I heard shuffling on the other side of the boat, the creak of a door, and pacing, getting closer and closer.
"What the fuck?"
I kept my eyes shut tight among Stan's scream. I couldn't have dealt with him thinking I was awake and willingly laying there.
"Kyle get the fuck up!" He yelled. I stayed still.
A few more steps and I heard his feet next to me. Stan grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me off of the other sleeping boy. I darted my eyes open and found myself staring into his dark brown daggers.
He glared at me with pure hatred and disgust. Stan kept me in his grasp for a while, and tears began brimming in his eyes.
"Kyle, how could you?" His voice cracked. I felt my heart sink.
It took me a minute to speak from my own broken voice, and I finally found it deep in my throat to let out a few words.
"I swear, I didn't mean to. I didn't know what I was doing," I try to explain.
Stan lets go of me and leaves me standing there on my still weak legs. I look back to the pile of my clothes and begin to pull some of them back on me. After I'm dressed, I stand at Kenny's side and kick him lightly.
"Get up," I say plainly. He opens his eyes and snaps into realization.
"Oh shit," he looks around at every broken beer bottle and his clothes lying next to him. He then directs his soft blue eyes at me. "Did we-."
"Yeah," I sadly respond.
"Thing really must have gotten out of hand," he sheepishly answers.
"Ya think?" I was too pissed at him for making me drink that first beer to even speak to him.
"Did anyone find us yet? Because if not…" I stopped him.
"Stan found me. He's probably off telling Cartman right now."
"Oh god dammit," Kenny throws his head back against the ground and sighs. He must have figured there was no use in him trying to get dressed and denying everything. It was sadly true.
More heavy footsteps came from far away until they seemed suddenly much closer.
A large brunette came into view following behind Stan.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," he widens his eyes in anger. I would have been as pissed as him; I didn't blame anyone but myself and Kenny.
I don't dare to make eye contact with anyone but the ground. I should have never taken the drink.
"Jesus fucking Christ. What the hell did you two do that for?" Cartman blows up. It's the first time in a while that I've even seen him this mad.
"It was an accident!" Kenny tries to reason.
I shake my head. So much for a fun vacation.
"Oh so you accidentally got drunk and fucked each other all night?" Cartman raises an eyebrow.
"I swear, it was," I add. I had to try. I couldn't lose Stan.
"Right because-."
Everyone stopped.
The boat creaked loudly and shook.
"What was that?" I look over the side, investigating the water.
The boat creaked again and I could feel it moving downwards.
Shit.
"Oh we're gonna die…" Kenny puts out there. I grab onto the railing and feel the rate of my heart increase by a landslide. The boat begins tilting to one side as it continues to sink.
"What do we do?" I scream. I see no sign of land anywhere. We're probably miles from any coastline and I doubt we're gonna be able to swim that far. We're all gonna die. There's no possible way we can escape this. Stan runs towards me.
"Kyle, I love you," he admits, looking at me, "I don't care what happened last night; I really, really do love you." He wraps his arms around me, and we stay locked in each other's holds. At that second, the whole boat goes down.
Did I kill them? Let's hope not. Review if you wanna find out! :D Review after reading this… and I'll update in a few hours.