Authors Note: Mmmm... Oreos...

--- And the prom continues. :)

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Chapter 11- Booze and Oreo's:

When Stan and Kyle re-entered the main room, a slow song began to play. Spotting Cartman stuffing his face with brownies, Stanley decided to dance with Wendy now before Kyle went postal again. He approached the girl and once again stuck out his hand. "Wanna dance now?"

She smiled brightly, and placed her hand in his. "I haven't even seen you around. I was beginning to think you weren't true to your word."

"Yeah, I've been busy."

She glanced around uneasily, deciding it was best not to ask, and pulled him to the center of the dance floor, dissolving into him almost naturally. "Having fun tonight?" She asked, leaning her head against his chest and closing her eyes with a smile.

"Eh, it's okay. You?"

"It's good now." She decided.

"Cool...I think it'll get better for me too."

"Where's Kyle?"

"Um..." Stan glanced over her shoulder. "At the punch table with Cartman."

"Jesus," She opened her eyes and lifted her head long enough to confirm his answer. "If they start, I'm leaving." …

"Sup Jew?" Cartman asked after slurping down some punch.

"Just waiting for Kenny, fat fuck." He answered good naturedly.

"So are you fudge packers going to Tweek's party later?"

"Tweek's having a party? Dude!"

"Psh. You would be clueless about parties."

Kyle snatched Cartman's punch away and downed it quickly, just to be an asshole. "Like you really know more."

"Needed something to wash down the cum did you?" Cartman asked, getting another cup.

"Maybe," Kyle challenged, not the least bit put off. "At least I'm not totally ignorant about sex, like you, Miss Virgin Mary."

"Right. You know all about how to get fucked in the ass. That's something to be proud of for sure."

"Actually, no." He admitted. "That's Kenny's specialty. One of them, at least."

"You would know that...Where the hell is Kenny anyway?"

"I don't know. No one's seen him all night."

"Psssssst!" A voice invited their discreet attention over to where a lanky blonde was leaning against the refreshment table, a pair of dark sunglasses "hiding" his identity.

"Kenny?" Kyle's voice rang with surprise.

"Kenny, what the hell are you doing?" Cartman asked.

"Demand and supply." He explained. He snapped his fingers, making an identically dressed Butters approach with a small suitcase. "The kids demand and we supply. For a price."

Butters opened the suitcase, revealing rows of tiny alcohol bottles. "W-we got brandy, and-"

"Shhh!" Kenny cut him off and smacked him over the head. "You guys want some?"

Cartman shrugged, not terribly interested in the idea of getting wasted. "I don't, and Kyle's a cheap Jew so he's out."

"Fuck you, porky!" He wailed.

"I wouldn't charge you guys." Kenny assured, handing Kyle a small bottle, which he downed immediately.

Cartman thought another moment. "Do you have anything else in there?"

"Alcohol?" Kenny asked. "Nothing stronger than that." He shoved his thumb in Kyle's direction.

"No, I mean do you have other stuff? Smokes or pills or...condoms..."

Kenny's eyebrows arched animatedly. He glanced around almost suspiciously before pulling open his coat to reveal an assortment of every kind of condom on display inside the orange lining.

"Just call him Trojan man!" Butters announced rather loudly, to which Kenny elbowed him.

Cartman glared at Butters while quickly snatching a few rubbers off Kenny, not caring that Kyle was still around to see all this.

"You guys here together?" Kenny asked with a chuckle, allowing Cartman to take his share before buttoning up again.

"Not funny," Eric informed him, while stuffing the protection into one of his pockets. "Besides, fags don't use condoms. That's why they all have AIDS and..." He trailed off, noticing the action on the dance floor. "What the hell is Wendy doing with Stan?"

"That's why I was asking if you two were here together." Kenny informed.

Kyle looked from the dark haired couple and back again. "Stan promised Wendy a dance." He shrugged.

Cartman stared at the dancing couple, his eyes slowly filling with anger. "That bitch."

"Whoa, dude, it's no big deal." Kyle assured, sensing that deep air of anger you didn't want to fuck around with.

Kenny tilted his head to the side. "Couple more inches down and he can touch her ass." He pondered before adding, "Any closer together and they'd be screwing."

"You don't dance with someone who isn't your date" Cartman said more to himself than the others, his focus not leaving the ex partners. "She's supposed to be mine."

"She doesn't belong to you. She can screw around with anyone she wants." Kenny corrected. "You know how her and Stan are..." He trailed off.

Kyle now watched them with a frown, allowing Cartman's suspicion to get the better of him. "Why are they dancing so close? Doesn't that slut know how to keep her hands to herself?"

Butters blinked. "Uh, but ain't that a slow dance fellas? Th-they're s'pposed to touch like that."

"Shut up Butters," Cartman ordered. "This is so god-damn typical. She's never totally gonna leave him alone is she? I mean look at them! She's never gonna care about me like that. I'm still second best. Always will be…"

Kyle watched on, mouth slightly open in disbelief. "They look so... so... comfortable. Like, that's how they belong."

"They did almost screw each other senseless about a week ago, can't expect them to give up that easily." Kenny reminded them, helping himself inside Butters suitcase for some booze.

"He hasn't screwed her yet," Cartman remarked, the gears in his head already turning. "And he's not going to."

Kenny wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Looks like that theory's about one song away from being bull crap. That's a full body kiss right there. I don't care if they're tonguing or not."

"Kenny, would you just shut the hell up?!" Kyle exploded.

"I'll see you guys later." As the song ended, Cartman went right back over to Wendy.

After pulling out of the embrace, Wendy squeezed Stan's hands. "Have fun tonight."

Stan nodded. "You too. Later." He headed off.

Cartman glared at the girl a moment, before finally softening his expression. He even formed a bit of a smile. "Hey, you wanna get out of here?"

She smiled back, completely missing the dark glower, and slipped her hand into his. "Okay."

"Good." His hand locked with hers, Eric headed for the nearest exit with his date, apparently heading for Tweek's party.

Kyle rocked back on his fold-out chair, balancing it on two legs like teachers always hated. He downed his third, pretty blue bottle from Butters' suitcase, his expression set in hard lines as he watched Stan walk away from Wendy.

"Asshole," He hissed beneath his alcohol-fragrant breath.

Sadly, Stan made the unfortunate mistake of going back over to Kyle. He noticed the small bottle sticking out over the top of the boy's closed fist. "Hey Ky...Dude, are you drinking?" he whispered.

Kyle let his chair fall back to it's proper position with a dull thud, and shot Stan a "what-the-hell-do-you-think" look.

Able to read the gaze, Stan explained his feelings on the situation. "I don't mind, I'm just saying...So I see Kenny finally showed up."

"No shit." Kyle snapped, getting up easily from his chair to bum more drinks off Butters, which hadn't had much effect on him yet.

Stan blinked, confused by yet another Kyle mood swing. "You okay? If you're bored we can leave."

"I'm not bored and I'm not leaving and when I do leave it wont be with you!" He ripped another bottle away from Butters forcefully, knocking the blonde backward into Kenny, Who had been busy helping customers pick out condoms. They scattered to the ground, followed immediately by an "Oh Crap!" From Kenny as his eyes quickly scanned for teachers.

Trying to remain calm, Stan once again reasoned with his boyfriend, speaking in a concerned tone. "What's wrong?"

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong! Everything's fine, Peachy fucking keen!" He frowned down at the exposed bottle in his hand, deciding against wanting more. He tossed it toward and open trash can, not even caring who saw and missing Stan by a half inch.

Stan's eyebrows furrowed a bit. Nearly being smacked with a small bottle would do that to a guy. He wasn't up for defusing another Kyle problem tonight. At least not right now. Everyone had limits.

"You know what? I came here to have a nice time with you. I'm sorry if I keep doing something wrong, but I don't mean it. I'm gonna go talk to some friends now. Come find me when you've calmed down."

He stormed off.

Kyle's expression softened as he watched Stan walk away, but quickly darkened again. "Came to have a nice time with me?" He repeated, speaking solely to himself. "He's been going off with everyone else all damn night!" He turned away, stomping over toward the other side of the far table where Kenny and Butters lurked. "Stan's an asshole and I want to go to Tweek's party without him. Will you take me?" His request came out more like a demand.

Kenny shrugged. "Sure, you can go with us. Stan going to fuck Wendy in the bathroom or something?"

"Probably after he fucks Craig... and Clyde... and Bebe and whoever the hell else his eyes land on." Kyle remarked heatedly, finally beginning to feel a bit dazed from the drinks.

Butters scratched his head, a bit confused by that remark. Stan seemed perfectly innocent to him, at least outside of the Wendy dance which everyone seemed to be mad about. "Gee whiz, I-I didn't know Stan was such a slut. I'm awful sorry, Kyle."

Kyle resisted the urge to smack Butters upside the head, instead opting to hold his spinning one. "Not half as sorry as I am." He hiccupped. "The only thing that's ever mattered to him was sex. I tried Kenny... I thought he liked it, but even your tricks aren't enough for him."

"...Dude, what're you talking about? He does like it."

Kyle pulled his hands away from his head, his anger finally reaching its boiling point. "You would know, wouldn't you?!" He accused. "God Dammit, Kenny, I thought you were my fucking friend!" He whirled around, storming out the exit without a second glance back.

---

As the prom wound down, some of the teens headed to Tweek's house for a nice, adult-less get together. Tweek was naturally freaking out and making sure no one broke anything. Ironically, he was unable to enjoy his own party. Cartman and Wendy were among the first couples to arrive. Kenny and Butters showed up later, not bringing the whacked-out Kyle with them after all. Just like at prom, people talked and danced to the music with their dates. Having had his fill of both, Cartman gave instruction to Wendy.

"This sucks. Let's go in the other room."

"Sure, but what's in the other room?" She asked, as usual, following him anyway.

Cartman led Wendy around the small house, looking for the room he wanted. He saw a bathroom. It couldn't be far from that. Then he spotted it; A big room with a bed in the center. Probably the room of the absent parents. He smiled and headed inside.

Wendy was in no way stupid, and after her eyes quickly took in the cozy room, she lingered hesitantly in the doorway.

Eric noticed her reluctance, and decided to encourage her a bit more. He always had a plan B.

"It's not like anyone's gonna miss us out there." he pointed out, before adding "Wendy, I have Oreos."

She smiled, her unsure thoughts lessening. She stepped further into the room, leaving the door wide open for good measure. "I don't know if we should be in here. Crazy things happen when we're alone together."

"Yeah...But it's fun, huh?" He produced a package of Oreo's from his pocket. They were Double Stuff, just the way he knew Wendy liked them.

"How long have you been carrying those around?" She asked, now holding her hand out in indication she wanted one.

"I swiped them from the kitchen." Eric opened the package. He took out one cookie, and placed it into his own mouth just to be a jerk. "Mmm..."

"Ah, come on, Cartman, give me one!" She demanded lightheartedly, now daring to approach him fully and try to pry one away herself.

Having no one else to play a game of keep away with, Eric handed over the cookies without much fight. "Here."

She gladly snatched them away, settling herself on the bed as she twisted one open and licked out the cream. "Getting tired yet?" She asked around licks.

"Nope." he replied, carefully observing every lick the girl's tongue took. She probably didn't mean it how he thought she did, but that didn't matter to Cartman. Adding to the 'seduction' of the moment, he threw in a follow up comment about getting tired. "In fact, I could stay up all night, if I have to." He winked.

She paused, a cookie raised to her lips. She peered passed him out the door, and suddenly rose to her feet. "I wonder if Stan and Kyle got here yet." She babbled nervously.

"Who cares?" he responded, his tone slightly bitter over yet another mention of Stan tonight. "I'm sure they're fine. I'm sure everyone's fine, cuz this is a party and we're supposed to be having fun."

"I'm having fun." She commented. "Aren't you?"

"Sure," he assured her, taking another cookie. "But we could be having more fun." With that, Eric stood up and placed an Oreo between his lips, leaving it partially stuck out. He moved in closer to Wendy, bringing the other end of the cookie close to her mouth and encouraging her to have a bite.

The tingles were already abuzz in her stomach at the mere thought of kissing him again. She swallowed hard; looking again toward the door to make sure it was still wide open. He didn't seen keen on closing it, so obviously his intentions seemed pure. With a smile she closed her eyes and accepted the cookie invitation.

Cartman's hands wrapped slowly around the girl's waist. After finishing their respective bits of cookie, Eric confidently moved in for yet another kiss. It was even better this time thanks to the dominant Oreo breath. He kissed her long and passionately in a way he hoped Stan never could, stopping only when he truly needed to breathe through his mouth again.

Wendy pressed her forehead against his shoulder, trying to steady her breaths that were now coming out in sharp, deep gulps.

'Get a grip, girl' She mentally scolded herself.

"I want you" Eric confessed to her softly, refusing to add 'But I'll never totally have you' like he was thinking to himself.

"I...I c-can't." She declared, forcing herself to take a step away from him.

Cartman sighed, not shocked by her announcement. "Why?"

Her eyes searched the plush carpet, not really seeing it at all, but a mental image of Stan; shirtless and out of breath, his messy bangs falling over his eyes.

"I deserve to be with someone who will love me just as much as I love them." She remembered her ex's words that day.

"And you don't think I do." Cartman finished for her, hurt and anger building in his voice. "Stan sure as hell didn't love you, and you almost fucked him."

"He does so love me!" She screamed, not even about to get into detail about Stan's heartfelt explanation of why he stopped what she had started.

"And I don't?!" he countered. "Stan didn't get detention for you. He wasn't your errand boy when you needed information. He didn't take you to prom! He didn't free those fucking frogs for you and go against what he believed in! I did all that! It was me! I did it for you, and you should know damn well how I feel!"

She grit her teeth and balled her fists, resisting the urge to punch him. "And so now you think I owe you, is that it?!"

"What else can I do?" he asked. His tone softened as he stared at the floor sadly. "I tried my best to be a nice guy. I really did. That's obviously not enough, so what else do you want from me? ... I'm sorry I'm not Stan."

Her anger melted, and that scared her. Without it she didn't have a defense. She wrapped her arms around him again, this time giving an Eskimo kiss. "If you love me, that's enough."

Eric's hands moved up to the girl's face, brushing her hair back as he touched her cheeks. He took a deep breath and shifted his focus to her eyes, staring deeply into them as he spoke.

"...I know I haven't exactly been a saint...And, I know we've had a pretty screwed up relationship...But I do Wendy. I do love you..."

There was no restraint this time when she kissed him. And maybe that's as far as it would go, or maybe it would go further. She didn't care, because it's what she wanted now, to be with the person she loved.

Cartman kissed back, still coming down from the emotional roller coaster that was this relationship. He kept his hands in place, running them through Wendy's black hair as he slowly got back into the proper mood for this activity. He hadn't planned on saying he loved her, but it did the trick. He'd get what he wanted now, and what he knew in his heart she wanted too. His lips traveled down to her neck, taking in the girl's lovely scent as he pecked her, seemingly unable to get enough of the contact between his lips and her body.

She clung to him tightly, pressing her body almost painfully into his. "The door..." She literally moaned out, already drunk off his touch.

Cartman pulled his head out of the nape of her neck. He promptly went over and slammed the door, then locked it for good measure. Eric took a moment to stare the girl up and down; the girl he knew would be his first. As he removed his tuxedo outfit, he took in every inch of Wendy's form, wanting to keep the mental picture forever.

She kept her eyes locked with his, encouraged by his obvious approval of sexual appeal. She pulled the short, strappy dress off her shoulders and let it fall in a heap around her ankles.

As expected, she looked beautiful. Cartman furiously stripped himself down, eventually leaving himself in nothing but his boxers. He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and retrieved the condom they'd need. He tossed it on the bed for now, choosing to continue the foreplay. He gave Wendy another kiss, his tongue now furiously wrestling with hers. His hands reached up, cupping and kneading Wendy's breasts in his hands as he moaned against her mouth.

Her fingertips grazed down the back of his neck, around to his chest and downward, lower and lower until finally coasting her palm over the bulge beneath his boxers.

Cartman shuddered from her touch. Maintaining their lip lock, he reached around Wendy's back and fiddled with her bra, doing his best to unhook it. He managed to get it off through sheer luck, and continued his fondling of the girl as another piece of her clothing hit the floor.

Wendy broke the kiss, instead letting her lips trail down his jaw, neck and chest, pausing to flick her tongue across a nipple as her hands caressed their way to his hips and pulled down his last item of clothing.

Cartman smiled, now exposed and aroused. "Your turn" he said simply, his hands traveling down Wendy's body to her oh-so-sweet ass. Eric slipped his hands inside the back of the girl's panties, pushing them down her legs from the inside as he continued to grope her sexy body all over.

Instead of letting this last piece of cloth join the rest on the floor, Wendy clutched it, pulling it out of his hand once it was removed from her. She smiled through her heavy breathing and used the material of her panties to caress him, knowing full well it would bring him closer to the edge, but too into her playing to care if she made it end too soon.

Cartman's eyes rolled toward the back of his head as he felt the silky undergarment being used to pleasure him. Wendy was certainly going above and beyond the call of duty here. The boy buried his face in Wendy's chest, moaning into her as his member grew to its full length. He returned her light nipple play from earlier, flicking his tongue at her nubs a moment before returning his eyes to hers. Breathing harder, he pressed himself into her, moving them both back toward the bed.

Wendy let the piece of material fall from her hand as her back hit the soft mattress. Now beyond any conscious thought, her instincts went into action; lips immediately crushing back to his, though her thighs remained tightly closed.

Cartman moaned, already having lost a bit of pre inside her underwear. As they kissed he reached over for the condom, wanting it close by for when the time came. Making sure she was good and ready, Eric attempted to place a hand between her smooth legs, reaching up for third base.

Her eyes fluttered opened as her breathing increased. Though she didn't attempt to pry her legs apart and make it any easier on him, she didn't stop his advances either.

Eric broke the kiss, panting hotly already. His hands gently touched her smooth thighs, pulling her legs apart and around him as he moved completely over her. His dominant hand finally touched her most private of areas, smiling as he noticed her arousal. As one hand worked on bringing Wendy's body pleasure, the other tore open the condom packaging, discarding it just like the clothes and the Oreos.

Her hands fell to the bed, fingers curling into the smooth sheets and a loud moan issuing out of her throat as the new sensations crashed over her. Her hand reached out, grabbing a throw pillow and pressing it over her mouth in vain attempt to muffle her whimpers of pleasure.

Even though it was for her pleasure, Cartman enjoyed the fingering. The condom would take away the feeling. Now he knew unquestionably how it felt to be inside her. He made another mental note as he rolled the condom over his hard on. Pulling back his other hand, Eric lined himself up with the girl, mounting her in a traditional missionary position. He once again locked eyes with her and moved in.

"Ow, ow!" She yelped, the pillow immediately strewn across the bed.

"Sorry," he whispered, trying to be as gentle as possible while popping her cherry. Cartman moaned in satisfaction as he felt himself inching inside, feeling her tight warmth engulf his organ.

She bit her lower lip, her whimpers initiated this time from the pain ripping her apart. Her eyes squeezed closed tightly, forcing out a few tears.

Cartman attempted kissing her again, wanting to distract her from the pain of virginal loss. He did his best to kiss away her tears, not moving his manhood between her legs any more until he was confident she had adjusted to the new feeling of sex. Fortunately she was still gorgeous to look at. Cartman could stay hard inside her all night if he had to. The loss of his virginity was hot too.

Her tension eased as the pain decreased from his pause in movement. Her eyes opened to look up at him again, taking a deep breath through her mouth and letting it drain out again.

"I love you." he repeated, his eyes never leaving hers as he very slowly began to move again. Moan after moan left his mouth as he felt the pleasures of the flesh for the first time, his breath blowing down against Wendy's face as his hips went back and forth.

She tensed up again as her hands moved to hold onto him rather than the bed sheets. Her breathing became deep and rhythmic, matching his movements. Her eyes closed again, boldly raising her hips upward to match every thrust.

Cartman continued his thrusts, moaning longer with each push. He felt her breath hit him just as quickly as his was hitting her. As they matched each other's pace, Eric felt his member gliding more easily inside of Wendy. This probably meant the pleasure had finally surpassed the pain. Feeling this was the case, he increased his speed yet again. His moans got louder as his orgasm neared.

Sensing the fact that he was close to finishing, she slid her hands down his back, arching deeper against him. "Mmm… Cartman…" She moaned out between breaths, loving the feel of him.

"Wendy..." he panted out, hoping she was enjoying this as much as he was. With a sudden shiver and a long moan, it was over. A wave of pleasure rushed through Cartman's body as he filled the condom that protected him, quite enjoying the release.

Wendy let out a long, soundless breath, relived she was feeling a lot more pleasure than pain. Her fingers sifted lovingly through his sugar-brown hair, allowing them both time for their senses to stop spinning.

---

Downstairs at the party, Stan finally arrived. He got a chance to mingle, but eventually went looking for Kyle to smooth things over as he knew he must.

His temperamental lover stood in the middle of a living room he recognized vaguely. It smelled like alcohol and vomit, which didn't exactly help his spinning head any. His eyes roamed the people around him, looking for a suitable, seemingly single person. He paused when his eye fell on Bebe. Her back was toward him, but she seemed to be standing alone. Not only that, her dress (if it could be called that) had his interest as well. A smile drew up his face, and with a quiet hiccup, he approached the girl and taped her shoulder.

She turned around, a bit surprised to see Kyle standing there. She set down her drink and smiled. "Oh, hey Kyle. How's it going?"

"Bad, until now." His smile widened. "I like your dress, looks really nice on you."

"Thanks! You look nice too...You wanna dance?" she offered, figuring he had to be over there for a good reason.

'Oh my god, this is too easy,' He thought, trying hard not to laugh. "I'd be crazy to reject a hot girl like you." He slipped his fingers through hers, leading her toward a clear area.

She giggled a bit at his obviously flirtatious compliment. She knew she'd land a guy coming to a party looking like this, but she didn't expect it so soon. It really was too easy. As another song began, she made sure to get close with Kyle as they danced. "So I'm here alone. What about you?"

"Yeah," He answered, daring to step closer and subtly rub his body against hers to the music. He may not have rhythm, but he knew how to get persuasive. "I was actually hoping to find you here. I guess I lucked out for once."

She smiled, smelling the alcohol on his breath. She noticed he was quite bold when he was drunk, and maybe only because he was drunk. Still, an interested boy is an interested boy. "I'd say I'm the lucky one." she replied kindly, before starting to grind her crotch into his, also testing the waters.

Stan once again made his way through a group of people, spotting Kyle on the dance floor. It was hard to miss that boy's red afro. "Jesus dude, how many drinks have you had?"

Kyle turned from Bebe, moving to stand close behind her and, invisible to Stan, placing his hand on the small of her back and caressing to assure her the play wasn't over yet.

His eyes narrowed at the rudely asked question. "Not enough to make you look any better."

Stan rolled his eyes. "Well apparently you've had enough to make you a dancer. I wish I'd have known that earlier. I could've just gotten you wasted and saved some time."

"I'm not a dancer, I just want to be close to Bebe." He announced, not even caring she could hear every word being said.

Stan turned to address the blonde. "Could you excuse us? We need to talk."

"Sure. We'll finish our dance later, Kyle." She winked at him suggestively and headed off.

"God damnit Stan, thanks a lot!" He thundered, pointing in the direction Bebe had gone.

"Well we do need to talk, especially before you lead her on any more."

"I have nothing to say to you." He decided, turning to go find Bebe.

Stan followed, grabbing the boy's arm. "Well I've got plenty to say to you. You get pissed at me for no reason, walk out on our date, throw a fucking bottle at my head, and now this. I'm at least trying to be rational, and I wanna talk about this."

Kyle ripped his arm away, rubbing the part Stan had grasped. "I wasn't pissed for 'no reason', it was a 'date' Stan; I'm free to walk out whenever I damn well please, and I didn't throw the bottle at your head, I threw it at the trash can! And what do you mean 'And now this'? There is no 'this' besides you barging in and ruining my fun."

"You were having fun dancing? Great, how about dancing with me? I gave you plenty of chances. Why were you pissed anyway? I honestly don't know Kyle."

"I don't want to dance with you, that's why I didn't do it!" He growled out his answer. "And since you're too stupid to understand why I'm pissed off, I'll tell you why! Just because I don't want to dance, you kept ditching me! You can hang out with Craig and "some friends" without having to dance, but you can't just hang out with me? That's fucking weak!"

Stan rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever. I would've been happy hanging out with you, but you kept walking away! I was having a perfectly good time until you got mad at me for talking to other people at a social gathering-- which by the way is kinda the point."

"So stay the hell out of my way and go get social! Bebe's waiting, and I'm sure you have Wendy waiting somewhere too!"

Stan sighed. "What do you want me to say, Kyle? I'm sorry for trying to dance with my boyfriend? I'm sorry for thinking maybe I could break you out of your shell and we could have a better time? I just thought maybe you'd be bummed out seeing everyone else dancing and maybe you'd actually want to get in on it too! I guess that was stupid huh? Oh wait, not it wasn't, cuz you were just dry humping Bebe over there!"

Kyle shrugged simply, as if to say, "Yeah, so what?"

Stanley opted to give up for the time being. Maybe he could reason with Kyle better when the boy was sober, or even when he'd had even more drinks and couldn't move. He'd already fucked up some of Stan's night, why should he be allowed to ruin the rest of it? Besides, no good could come of continuing the fight. "Fine Kyle, you go be pissed at me for asking you to dance while you're dancing with Bebe. But just remember no matter how pissed off you are at me, or how pissed I am at you for that matter, that we're in love. I love you and I'd like to fix this. When you're ready to do that, why don't you come find me?" He walked off to salvage his evening.

Kyle rolled his eyes, another stray hiccup finding its way through his lips. "What a load of bullshit." He decided out loud. Instead of going in search of Bebe, however, he traced Stan's path, choosing to follow the boy and find out exactly where it was he kept running off to. Unfortunately, Stan wasn't up to anything sinister. He passed some people and exchanged hellos, and then walked right out of the party, deciding to head for home. Stan walked off his anger for a bit, power-stepping his way through the falling snow. His pace decreased however when he heard another pair of foot steps behind him. He smiled a bit, thinking maybe Kyle had regained his reason. If not, at least he had gotten him away from that slut Bebe. "I love you." he repeated without even turning around, knowing full well who was behind him.

Kyle's steps slowed in time with Stan and finally came to a stop. "You don't-" He hiccupped again and tried his damndest to keep his balance. "You don't see me." He insisted, truly believing Stan didn't know he was there.

"Sure I don't...Kyle; I know things are rough right now. I'm sorry you're going through some emotional stuff, and I want you to know I'm gonna keep trying my best to help you through it."

"No," He shook his head far too vigorously for the current situation. "I can't do this anymore when you can't stop hanging all over Wendy."

Stan turned around, happy they were at least talking again. His tone remained soft as he spoke. "Kyle, I can understand why that bothers you. But you have to understand that Wendy's my friend. I can't just stop hanging out with her...Besides; you've got nothing to worry about. She's with Cartman, and she's not you."

"Well, if she was me she sure as hell wouldn't be with Cartman." He announced. His disgust settled, allowing the seriousness to penetrate his drunken shell. "You just looked so..." He motioned his wrist, trying to think of the appropriate word. "...perfect with her. You're never that relaxed with me." His eyes met the ground. "You're so tense all the time."

Stan shrugged. "I don't mean to be...But you know, I bet I will get that comfortable with you. Maybe even more...It just takes time."

Kyle looked back up, hopefulness shining through with a touch of hesitation. "Were you going to see her?"

"What do you mean?"

"Tonight," His vision blurred, then focused, then blurred. He was getting nauseous ."Is that where you're going, to meet up with her?"

"No." The blue-eyed boy shook his head. "I was just gonna go home."

"Do I smell like booze?" Kyle abruptly changed the subject, blowing a puff of breath in Stan's face.

Stan sniffed. "A little...You wanna just come home with me? Your mom would kill you if she caught you drunk."

Kyle grinned and linked his arm with Stan's. "Just don't try anything funny, I don't put out on a first date."

Stan laughed, gladly escorting his finally happy partner home.


To Be Continued...
-KyleisGod & BratChild3