Stan's POV
"So, remind me why you're here and not fawning over your girl?" I ask Z, we've been hanging out a lot more and we've gotten closer. He's asked me to teach him how to fight his stepbrother in addition to how to seduce his crush.
"Well, you promised to teach my guitar." He reminds me as he walks beside me with his hands resting on the back of his head. "Besides she knows I'm after her so now I'm playing the long game. I don't wanna seem too clingy and desperate."
"You're not acting clingy on me?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I know you don't want me to act cling." He teases me with a playful tone. "And here I thought I was the one who fell for a redhead."
"And here I thought you were the straight one." I retort.
"I'm not the one who took 4 months to fix my friendship."
Well… Z's not wrong there. "Fine, you got me there." I admit.
He grins victoriously over his petty win as we pass by the Harbucks that Tweek and Kenny are working at.
I stop the two of us, "Hold up, I'm gonna get some coffee. You want some?"
"Nah, I'm good. I'll wait out here for you."
I enter the shop to the aroma of freshly roasted coffee and the light chit chat of the patrons. Tweek is the only one there right now and he looks so busy he probably wishes all the coffee he drank would give him super speed.
After the guy in front of me places his order, I walk up to the counter to talk to my spazzy housemate. "Hey Tweek."
"H-Hey Stan, what can I get you?"
"I'll have an espresso, extra milk and cream." I place my usual order.
"Again?" He asks with concern. "Didn't you have one before you left the house this morning?"
"I've been having a hard time sleeping properly." I explain while releasing another sleepy yawn.
"Ok. You've got a few people ahead of you so wait a bit." Tweek writes my order onto the cup and goes back to making orders.
"Cool. You coming again on Wedsneday?" Tweek has been coming over to the communication building lately, after Sue found out about his social anxiety she's been trying to help him overcome them. One of them being mock recording sessions where Tweek can just practice speaking his mind to an empty room.
"Yeah, those sessions are helping."
"I've noticed, you barely twitch and stutter when we're in public now." I point out to him.
I wait patiently at the side, looking around before noticing another blond who's supposed to be working here right now. "Where's Kenny?"
"Dead." Tweek says blankly. "Shot himself."
"Again?"
"Yup."
"Wow, it must be really bothering him then."
Kenny's POV
"Kyle! This is a serious issue." I shout into the phone, I don't care if people are looking at me weird. This is a code red situation
"Not serious enough to call me in school, asshat!" Kyle growls back.
"Are you kidding me, Kyle?! I haven't had a satisfying fuck in month. Just yesterday, I was about to have a threesome with this hot dude and his girlfriend but I couldn't even get it up! A threesome, Kyle! I could go shoot myself now, there's nothing left worth living for!"
"First, you wouldn't die anyways, you just came back. Second, eww TMI dude." Kyle makes a sound of disgust. "Third, calm the fuck down. I can't help you if you can't get hard… Shut the fuck up, asshole." I then hear Kyle shouting, more to the background than to me. "Sorry, eavesdropping bastards. You sure it wasn't some erectile dysfunction?" His voice returns focus back to me.
"Kyle…" I shut my eyes and groan. "I shot myself 5 times since I came home that night. A new body isn't the solution here."
"Urgh… Can't we take about this when I get home?" He huffs impatiently before shouting to the background again. "I see you, stop snickering!"
"Fine, I have to get to work anyways." I end the call and enter the shop, I see Stan and Tweek talking together.
"Hey, Tweek. Sup, Stan?" I greet them as I go under the counter.
"Hey, dude. Just waiting for my espresso." Stan says, pointing at Tweek who's making more orders.
"Kenny, can you take over?" Tweek asks as he serves the fresh cup he makes to another customer. "I need to make a delivery."
"Sue made another booty call?" I smirk while thrusting my hips a little in an oh-so-appropriate manner.
"N-No!" Tweek stutters loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room "She just ordered 5 cups of coffee and some cakes." He lowers his volume and explains with his cheek pink from embarrassment
"Man, her treatments must be doing something." I point out. "Tweek would never volunteer to do a delivery and that outburst would've freaked him out."
"That girl's a wizard, I'm telling you."
"Yup, if Tweek didn't have his eyes set on her, I'd be all over that ass." I say longingly as I finish up Stan's order. "Anyways, here's your espresso, extra milk and cream."
"Thanks man." Stan takes his cup and walks out.
Before I turn my attention to the customer impatiently waiting for me to take her order, out of the corner of my eye I see Stan outside talking and walking down the block.
That's weird. Is someone there? Who is he talking to?
Kyle's POV
After Kenny's obnoxious call, I push past my eavesdropping classmates and go back into my seat just in time to hear my professor announce our assignment.
I hear everyone groan and I just chuckle in amusement. The assignments are difficult but almost everyone in here is older than me and yet they still act like the people in high school. Maybe I'm just advanced in my age. After 2 semesters and a ton of AP classes back in high school, I'm already 2 years ahead in schedule. I can start on my medical degree after this year. The lecturer dismisses us and I head back, excited and ready to meet up with the guys this evening.
Ever since my argument with Stan three months ago, the four of us have only gotten closer. Stan and Kenny have pretty much become brothers while Stan and I are pretty much back to the way it was. It's still a little awkward, mostly due to me, but we joke and have gaming nights like when we were kids.
Stan has been telling me that he forgives me for what happened between us, but I'm gonna keep working to make sure I'm worthy of that trust again. If I know anything, it's that trust is hard to gain once you've lost it.
I catch a bus to Downtown Denver to meet up with Kenny and Tweek at the bistro we talked about, Stan's gonna join us later since he's helping Sue with BC Live tonight.
I spot Tweek and Kenny at a table outside, I walk over as Tweek notices, "Hey, Kyle."
"Hey, guys." I greet them as I take a seat. "You ordered anything yet?"
"Nope, now that you and your wallet are here," Kenny claps his hand on my shoulder with a wide grin, "we can begin."
I roll my eyes and shrug his hand out my shoulder. "I still haven't forgiven you for calling me in class today. All I've been hearing are people saying, 'You need some Viagra, Kyle?', 'Kyle, I heard you couldn't get your boyfriend hard. Is it true?'" I groan at the humiliation I experienced before shooting a glare at that blond bastard. "So, thanks asshole."
He shrugs it off playfully before sighing, "I don't know what's wrong with me. I was so sure too, but nothing felt right anymore. It's not as exciting."
"Maybe because you keep finding the same types of people." Tweek pipes in. "Kenny, everyone I've seen you with has black hair-."
"Big whoop, almost half the fucking population has black hair." Kenny retorts sarcastically. "By your logic, I should go fuck Stan next."
"Dude, don't even joke about that." I growl at Kenny's statement. I mean, Kenny shouldn't have one night stands with friends. That comment really pisses me off more than it should.
"Let me finish, Kenny." Tweek stops us from arguing before he continues what he was saying. "I meant to say they have black hair and big brown eyes. Remind you of anyone?" Tweek says with a tone that says 'You should know what I'm talking about.'
Wait, what?! Is Tweek implying that Kenny has a thing for Charlie? …I don't know what to think of that.
"So what?" Kenny frowns. "You're saying I'm trying to replace Charlie?"
"It did all happen after she left and lived with her aunt." Tweek replies.
Kenny opens his mouth to retort but he seems lost in thought, soon Stan joins us and we steer the conversation away from Kenny's erection issue. Our drinks come and we just spend our time talking shit and having fun. After a few drinks in, we start talking about one of my favorite topics.
"My professor gave me the weirdest diagnosis assignment." I start.
Ever since we moved onto diagnosis assessments, I've been reading case studies on some of the most ridiculous cases of mental illnesses. One time I read about a patient who couldn't stop drawing genitalia and another patient who still believed her dead baby was sleeping in her arms. They make for the weirdest conversations when you're drinking.
"So what's the 'patient' this time?" Kenny asks, intrigued.
"The patient is a middle aged woman. Apparently her husband is into bondage-"
"Kinky." Kenny cuts me off with a smirk. "So handcuffs, belts?"
"Yes Kenny, the whole package." I continue explaining, "Anyways long story short, the husband likes BDSM and she comes in for a consolation about it."
"Dude, what's wrong with BDSM? That shit's hot if the person knows what they're doing." Kenny says. I guess I shouldn't have expected any other kind of answer from Kenny.
"I don't know, man." Stan says, he looks a little uncomfortable and unsure.
"So what's your diagnosis, Kyle?" Tweek asks.
I take a moment to think before giving my two cents. "Well… I don't know really. I don't really think there's anything wrong with it. I mean, if no one really gets hurt and they love each other then I guess it's OK. Beside the woman isn't scot-free too, she has the obsession with having sex in exactly the same way."
"Kyle, the tools and process isn't the problem." Stan interrupts. "The problem is consent. The first rule of BDSM is consent but I haven't once hear you say that the woman agreed to be tied down or have the belt used on her. If she's OK with the stuff her husband's doing then its fine; but if she isn't, then there's something wrong with the husband."
I let Stan's words sink in and you know what, it makes sense. "Huh, you have a point. Thanks Stan." I thank him with a smile and he gladly reciprocates.
"To be fair Kyle, you lack the experience to make the call." Kenny suddenly says, ruining this nice moment between us.
"Oh shut the fuck up." I frown with my arms crossed.
"But Stan, I didn't know you were into it." Kenny then turns his attention with a smirk. I look at Kenny with concern, he… he isn't actually thinking of having sex with Stan, right?
"No I wasn't." Stan explains. "I dated a girl who was really into Fifty Shades of Grey and she wanted to try it. I wasn't comfortable with that."
"All right, Casanova." Kenny gives Stan a pat on the back.
"It's nothing compared to your track record." He laughs before turning to me. "So Kyle, how many guys have you dated?" Stan's question bringing the three of us to silence.
Oh no…
"Uhh…" I stutter, I don't know how to answer him. I mean I know the answer, but I don't know what exactly to tell him.
"Kyle hasn't dated anyone since Annie in 6th grade!" Tweek pipes up, responding for me. I cast a grateful smile to him, even if I wanted to tell him the truth it's wouldn't be here, in public.
"No way!" Stan exclaims, seemingly unaware of the looks Kenny, Tweek and I shared, "Kyle you're adorable, you could get any guy you want."
Wait, Stan thinks I'm adorable?
Suddenly these two big guys show up, they look much older than us, bigger too. Their eyes scanning the area like they're looking for someone. They glance over our way and their gazes lock onto our table. Uh-oh, something tells me shit's about to hit the fan.
"Hey, you." One of them calls out, pointing our way.
"What do you want?" I stand up, readying to fight if I have to.
"Our business ain't with you, strawberry shortcake." The other one snickers.
I feel my anger rise as I hear that comment. Wow… Do these guys have a death wish?
They start walking over to our table, "Our business is with blondie there." Their gazes lock on poor Tweek.
"M-me?" His eyes widen in fear and disbelief.
"Yeah you, words going around that you're after Jake's girl." They explain as they crack their knuckles. "We don't take kindly to that."
"Since when was Sue been dating Jake?" I hear Stan mumble beside me.
"Jake's girl?! T-this must be a mistake. I'd never try to break apart anyone! I don't even know who Jake is!" Tweek desperately trying to explain, but it looks like nothing is getting into those meatheads.
"Well, Jake Winter doesn't make mistakes. And frankly, I don't care." He says as they throw the first punch. Tweek recoils in the force but he seems fine beside the bruise that will form.
"Back off, asshole." I walk up to them, trying to look intimidating despite the fact that they tower over me.
"Look, the little guy wants to act tough." He laughs at me like he's looking at some joke. That's when I snap
"Don't fuck with me!" I shout as my fist connects with his face, I might be short but that punch has enough force to make his falter.
"Argh! Bastard!" He growls as they charge at me again. I don't care, they're not getting Tweek without a fight.
"Leave them alone!" Stan and Kenny join in, pushing them away from us before standing in front of us protectively.
It's not long before, the 6 of us start getting into a brawl. Chairs are thrown and the people inside the bistro start screaming and running away from the fight. We all take some hits before the sounds of sirens echo into the night, getting closer to us.
This breaks up the fight as Kenny shouts, "Oh shit! We gotta go."
We spilt up as we run away from the cops, Kenny and Tweek run off into the streets as Stan pulls me into the alleyway. Stan and I keep running before turning a corner and hiding. We keep our ears open for any signs of the cops on our trail, thankfully it's all quiet now.
We get up before discussing what to do, we don't know if the cops are still on the streets looking for us and we're too far away to get to home without a cab or a bus.
Stan surveys the area for landmarks to pinpoint where we are. "I know this place, we're close to my old apartment. Wendy has been saying at Bebe's so we could just spend the night there."
"Okay, let's go." I agree and the two of us make our way to the apartment.
A/N: So... that happened. I hope this isn't too much of a filler chapter for you guys. I know some of you guys really want these two to get together already, believe me I have their paths all mapped out and I can't wait to write it out but it will take time for their relationship to feel genuine, I only ask you guys to trust me about Stan and Kyle. I hope you enjoy the interactions the four of them have, I really like writing them, especially when it's one of them being badasses.
Next time, we follow these two as they talk about the parts of their lives that they've missed.
Happy birthday to me, I guess. This is my gift to you guys, I hope you guys like it c:
As always, feel free to check out the drama this story is based on, "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS
Take care, Loves.