Kyle's POV
Bright lights, huge crowds and house music blasting loud in my ears are probably not my usual way of spending a Saturday night, but here am I in the middle of a dance floor with Tweek. I'll be honest, I'm surprised he agreed to come, crowds are definitely not his thing but he said he wanted to be there for Kenny during his set. I'm proud of him for making the effort for Kenny, maybe this is the real first big step to overcoming his anxiety.
As soon as I pull up my car to the house, I see Tweek and Kenny in Tweek's car, waiting for me. It's lucky that he came back in time, apparently he died earlier while he was practicing; a vinyl flew off the turntable and sliced him in the head.
I park mine and jump into the front seat. Tweek is driving us there since he got his keys back and he wanted to return the favour for me driving last time, plus his car is bigger which gives Kenny enough space for his equipment in the back with some leg room to spare.
"We saw the podcast, Kyle." Kenny says from the backseat. "How are you doing?" Of course he'd want to bring this up. It's only been eating me up since the end of 4th grade.
"I'm fine" I growl, frustrated with my arms across my chest. I don't want to think about it now, I want them to just drop it, probably not the right way to do it. Their concerned glares are more than enough to prove my point.
"Kyle…" Kenny says, worry seeping through his tone. Of course he'd start, and he has always been able to read us like an open book.
"I… I don't know." I sigh. "I didn't think I'd see him again, especially like that." I answer honestly.
"W-well he didn't s-seem too upset, Kyle." Tweek interjects.
"Well, I wouldn't want to blow up my frustrations about my ex-best friend in front of an online audience either." I pout, leaning against the door.
"Kyle." Kenny sighs. "This is Stan we're talking about, I don't know what happened all those years ago that made you stop trying but I know he'd never hold a grudge against you."
"No, Kenny. That's the Stan from when we were 10. The Stan Marsh now is an internet star, he can have as many friends as he can, better friends. Friends that wouldn't abandon him when he needed them the most." I slouch back at my seat, remembering everything that happened that faithful day, the day I abandoned him for Cartman Burger.
"Dude, he had cynicism so bad that it made me depressed and pissed off and I was the one who died on a daily basis. You can't keep blaming yourself for what happened in the past."
"You should have heard him, Kenny." My voice cracks. "You should have heard him every time I tried to apologize. How much he hated me, for leaving him behind. What kind of super best friend am I?" I'm now on the verge of tears, I'm not gonna cry now, not over this again.
I hear Tweek sigh and Kenny's hand on my shoulder comforting me, I'm glad they're here, I probably would have broken a long time ago if it wasn't for them.
"Lo-look Kyle, let's j-just forget about t-this and have fun tonight." Tweek says.
"Yeah dude, I'll play one of your favourite mixes tonight. Make sure you're on the floor for that one." Kenny adds. Like I said, I'm really glad they're here and I'm not afraid to let them know.
"Thanks guys. You guys kick ass." I say to the both of them.
"No problem, man. Just pay me back tonight." Kenny smirks, and we're back to this again.
I just roll my eyes at him and laugh, "Whatever dude, make sure you play some Monstercat tonight. I'm not letting you take that back." I sit back now relaxed, thinking about the night ahead of us.
After a round of drinks, Tweek and I decide to head to the dance floor. He's still shaking a little but he seems to be enjoying himself, I think he'll be fine, as long as one of us stays with him to keep his cool. Kenny keeps his word as I hear my favourite song from Hellberg. I start dancing to Hands of Time, momentarily ignoring that fact that I can't dance for shit, I found that out after doing that gay ass thing for that rainforest choir.
The crowd is going nuts now, knocking me around, I notice that Tweek is no longer beside me and… dancing with some girl? Wow, way to make progress, Tweek.
I also notice the cool air on my ears, indicating that my hat is now gone, must've got knocked off in the moshing dance pit. I look around to try and find my lime green ushanka among the stomping feet. I spot it and reach out to it, only to find it being picked up by a pair of tanned muscular arms.
I look up to find his azure blue eyes staring into my forest green ones. Fuck, I feel myself getting stirred up again. The guilt and everything coming back to me in one ruthless punch, I can't even make eye contact with him as I awkwardly place my hat back on my head. This is terrible, I'm not ready to do this again so soon.
My mind is running to a million places as I try to figure out what to do now, Stan's voice calls me back to reality. "Kyle… I know this is weird but can we talk?"
I nod, "Sure. Let's get off the dance floor first." I say, barely able to force my voice to say anything. This is so awkward, I thought he didn't want to be friends anymore. I reluctantly follow behind him.
We lean up against a wall away from the dance floor, I look at the stage to see Kenny still going at it, then look back at Stan to see I'm staring at me. What do I even say to him?
He asks about my major and seems genuinely surprised, I guess I wasn't the psychiatric type, I was just as random and oblivious when it comes to stuff like this. I don't give him to the full reason why I chose psychiatry. That it's for my friends, for people like Tweek, Charlie and Stan, the people I want to understand and help.
Our small talk slips back into awkward silence, then I hear him laughing. I throw a confused look at him.
"You've changed a lot, Kyle." He says. Huh? I've changed?! You're the one with the cool style and attitude. You've always have been…
"Not really." I reply. "I'm still the same old me. You on the other hand…" I rack my brain on trying to figure out what to say next.
You look amazing?
You've gotten bigger and taller than I remembered?
You've gotten a hundred times better now from when we were kids now that I'm not holding you back?
Fuck, why is this so hard?
"The Kyle Broflovski I knew would not be partying on a weekend" He points out, stopping my thoughts again. I snicker at that, it's true. This is not my usual scene, if it weren't for Kenny, I don't think I'd even be here right now. It seems to have lighten up the mood a bit since I see a faint smile on his face.
"I'm here with some friends." I tell him, suddenly a loud explosion comes from the stage and Stan immediately turns over to look. I shake my head with a smile, Kenny always wants to make a scene. "That's one of them." I gesture to Kenny walking off the stage. He must have seen us because he's making his way over here. Thank Abraham, at least now it wouldn't be so awkward between me and Stan.
"Stan Marsh?" Kenny says after taking off his mask, I guess he's just as surprised as I am to see our old friend here. Stan surprisingly winks and strikes a little pose at Kenny, "Do you know anyone else this awesome?"
"DUDE!" Kenny goes in for a hug with Stan and I'm just caught off guard. I did not expect Stan to do something like that, even during that metrosexual fad, he never acted flirty like that. Is that something he picked up over the years? Kenny asks Stan a bunch of questions, he then suddenly looks at me and gives me a fist bump, thanks for noticing me now Kenny. "You two rekindling the bromance?" He asks. No Kenny, we're just awkwardly leaning against a wall, with me trying to not to make myself into a blundering idiot.
"Kinda." Stan answers for us. "Damn, I could hardly recognise you without that oversized parka. It's kinda weird now to see your face and hear your voice like this. You look great."
I look at Kenny, knowing him he's probably gonna try and court him to bed. "Nice to see you're charmed, Marsh. Would you care for a drink and a ride home with me?" He says with a smirk, wriggling his brows. I give him a punch on the shoulder, my way of saying 'knock it off'. Kenny just laughs at my face, "Chill that temper, Kylie. You know I'm always up for a threesome." I ignore the last part and just start glaring daggers at him by this point. God I hate it when he calls me that, makes me feel like a fucking girl, and in front of Stan no less. Stan doesn't seem fazed at that name Kenny called me.
I sigh, shaking my head in frustration. "Ignore him, Kenny's been trying to get into everyone's pants, the day I arrived he wanted to me to break in his bed with him." I explain. "And Trust me Stan, me and Tweek took forever to get used to this" I gesture around that son of a bitch's face.
"Tweek? You mean Tweek Tweak? The spazzy coffee kid?" Stan asks in shock. Oh no, he doesn't think that…"He's not as spazzy as he used to be, we started hanging out with him after you… Well, you know." Kenny trails off and scratches the back of his head awkwardly.
"…After I left" he finish for Kenny.
God this isn't how I wanted it to seem. I can't even look anymore and I just turn my attention to the floor in silence. Even with my eyes on the ground, I can feel his rage. I feel like breaking, I wanted to see him again and explain everything, but this? This isn't how I wanted it, why in God's name does this keep happening to us?
The next thing I know, I hear glass shattering on impact. Stan's on the ground with Tweek punching him over and over again in blind fury. What the hell happened in those 2 seconds?! Kenny and I try to pull him off before he seriously hurts Stan but thanks to his boxing lessons, Tweek has become almost impossible to pull off. It's only when Stan kicks him in the gut and knocks him back that we manage to stop this fight, even then it takes the both of us at full force to stop Tweek from charging at him like a mad bull, a crowd starts forming and Tweek is having a breakdown.
No! He was doing so well, this was supposed to be his greatest leap. Instead he dashes through the crowd and out the door. We run out to the parking lot to see him jumping into his car. FUCK! This has just gone from bad to worse. He just had to get his car back today.
Me and Kenny try and get to him but we're a little too late as we watch his car burst off aimlessly through the streets, Kenny then proceeds to get run over by Tweek's car and leaves me staring at both his corpse and a quickly disappearing car figure.
Great, now Kenny's dead, Tweek is speeding about 120 miles an hour down heavy traffic and I'm here, helplessly standing next to a corpse. Just as I'm about to scream and freak out, Stan pulls up in a car which I assume is his.
"Come on! We have to cut him off before he hits someone."
A/N: Next time we follow Stan as he and Kyle go after Tweek. A little cliffhanger for Christmas, you guys like that? cx
I hope you guys are enjoying the holidays with your families. I'll be enjoying my last few days with mine before I move to Canada on the 25th for university. Even though I don't celebrate it, I always love this time of year.
Anyways, as always feel free to check out the drama this is based on. "It's Okay That's Love" by SBS.
Take care and happy holidays, Loves.