Stan's POV
What day is it today? I lost track. I wake up with a splitting headache, passed out on the bed with a note on my face. I groan as I tear the sticky note off to read it. If you've ever tried reading with a hangover, you'll know it's almost impossible but I focus enough to get a good read on some of the words. With the bit I got, I piece that it's from Wendy, probably mad that I got drunk off my ass again.
Why did I do that again? What happened?
Let's see, Cartman picked me up and we went to my mom's place, she didn't let us in because she was cleaning… Fuck, Shelly.
Everything makes sense now, Shelly's coming out after so many years of prison. I guess that whole drink till I forget worked for about 20 minutes and honestly I'd rather not do that again just for 20 minutes of ignorance.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps, figuring it's probably Wendy, walking around with her disapproval glare. I've gotten it so many times that I decide to not care.
But I get up and go to the living room to greet her. To my surprise, it's Cartman on my couch.
"Leave me alone, fatass." I grunt, I'm in too much pain to deal with his shit now.
"Chill, I'm here to help. You've been out for a day. It's Sunday morning now." It's been 2 days?! Ok, passing out for a whole day plus a head-splitting hangover is definitely not worth those 20 minutes.
"I know you're probably hungover so I told the bitch to get out of the house and leave it to me to take care of you."
"Why do you care? Shelly's probably out on her way, thinking of how she's gonna make up for 3 years of beating the shit out of me for putting her in jail." I feel shivers going up and down my spine at the thought of what Shelly might have in plan for me. It gets worse when I realize that she might have some sadistic torture that I couldn't even come up with. I think I'm two steps away from an asthma attack.
He tries to calm me down. "Woah, Stan calm down. I don't know what to do if you had an attack."
Once I stop wheezing, we sit down and Cartman starts talking, "I know I'm not the nicest guy around, Stan. But I do understand why you're freaking out over Shelly. If you're that paranoid, you can just move. I've found a place for you to stay and-"
"Wait." I cut him off. "You, Eric Cartman, are concerned for my wellbeing and cared enough to look for a place for me to stay? Now I know the world's going to end."
"Look, hippie. Do you want the help or not?" He rolls his eyes and asks.
"Uh, sure. Where is it?" I don't know why he's being so nice to me, but it's Cartman. It's probably best not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"It's a house, just outside of campus. I managed to get it for you at a pretty low price. Consider it a gift."
"Wait, you bought it?! With what money?"
"Well, anyone will give up for the right price. Apparently Mrs. Thompson values her cats more than that house."
"Ok…" Like I said before, Cartman's pretty fucked up.
"You wouldn't be living alone though, you'll be with 3 other housemates." He informs me. "With you being so trigger happy, it's probably safer than an empty house."
"Uhh, thanks, Cartman." It feels weird, being in Cartman's debt from an act of concern and kindness.
"There's another reason I picked that place, guess who your housemates are."
"Who? I don't know who…" I start thinking about who it could be, then it hit me. "Wait, seriously?!"
"Hey, you want your Jew back or not?"
"Cartman, I don't know if I should punch you or hug you right now."
"Eww! Don't get your faggy germs on me." He jumps away from me like I really do have some deadly virus but right now I'm too shocked to care. "I'll get your ho to stay with her friends."
"Dude, I can't thank you enough for what you're doing right now." I never thought I would say those words with honesty and yet here am I, actually grateful to Eric Cartman. "I'm sorry that I've been giving you a hard time, it's just hard to deal with all the shit in my life right now."
"Don't mention it, hippie." He says in a very serious and somewhat threatening tone. "Seriouslah don't. It would ruin my badass rep and I need people to respect my authoritah."
Kyle's POV
"Morning, Kyle. How're you feeling?"
"Hey, Tweek. I still feel like shit. Working on that assignment plus studying. Ugh… Can you make me a hazelnut latte?"
"Take that two, Tweeky."
"Sup, Kenny?" I groan, I need my caffeine to function.
"Guys, did you hear about Mrs. Thompson?"
"N-no, what happened? Oh geez, she's not gonna raise our rent. Is she?"
"That's the thing, she's not our landlord anymore, she moved!"
"Seriously? Talk about sudden."
"I know, I just found out from the mail that she sold it to someone and that they're moving in here."
"Wait! What happens to us?" I ask. Are they gonna kick us out? They shouldn't be able to do that, right? I mean we signed a contract.
"Well, luckily whoever it is doesn't mind 3 college guys living with them so we're safe."
"Do you think they're students from the university?" Tweek pipes in.
"Well whoever it is should be moving in this week. Do you think they'll be up for a quick round?" Kenny says with a smirk and glossy eyes.
"Kenny, does your brain ever stop thinking about sex?" I say to him blatantly
"I can't help it, dude. I've practically eye-fucked everyone I've seen to this point."
"Oh geez!" Tweek exclaims.
"Eww, sick Kenny!" I scrunch my face in disgust. I did not need to know that.
"Hey, you asked. All I'm seeing is that it might be nice to get some new eye candy." He shrugs then turns the focus onto poor Tweek. "Hey Tweeks, do you think it might be that girl who's been grinding on you that night at Styx?"
"Jezzes, why'd you bring her up?" Tweek said as his face turns red. Tweek's pretty shy when it comes to sharing his encounters but then again, the only one who's loud and proud about it is Kenny.
"Aw come on, it's been a while since you got some attention and you didn't share." Kenny whines, he sounds like a baby who got his toy taken away. Tweek just looks perplexed
"Oh geez, I don't know." He starts to twitch a bit, typical when he's nervous. "The place was dark and I'm pretty sure she was drunk."
"Didn't stop her from trying to french you though." Kenny winks and Tweek's face turns redder.
"Kenny, knock it off." I decide to step in and end Tweek's misery. "But it would help if you remembered something about her. I know you've been looking for her." I remark.
"WHAT?!" Wait, he seriously thought he was being sneaky around campus, glancing at girls around campus and the not-so-subtle mumbling about the next place to look for her?
"Please, whenever you're not at work or home, you're on campus looking at the girls there."
"Wait, Tweek's been shopping for his drunken date and didn't invite me?!" Kenny shouts, he looks at Tweek like he had just committed the biggest sin of all time. "Tweek, I thought we were bros."
"So spill, Tweek." I ask him teasingly. "Who is she?"
"I don't know, It was so dark there that I could barely see her. The one thing I do remember was her eyes, it was so beautiful. Silver grey, light reflecting it like a mirror."
"Dude, you've got it bad." I snicker at his lovey-dovey look, looks like cupid left his mark on Tweek alright.
Kenny chuckles and takes our dishes to the sink, Tweek taps my shoulder and he seems like he's got something on his mind.
"Kyle, I need to tell you something. Earlier this week, I saw Bebe around campus." Tweek whispers softly.
"Bebe Stevens? Oh god, do you think Kenny knows she's here?"
"Yes, I do." Kenny's voice rings from behind us.
"Kenny!" We jump after his sudden intrusion into our private conversation.
"Just a heads up, the whole whispering in behind someone's back while they're in the room thing, that doesn't work." He says, looking at us like the dumbasses we are.
"Uhh…" We stutter, trying to defuse the suddenly awkward confrontation.
"Don't worry about Bebe." He assures us. "We're history now. I don't need to avoid her like some pissy ex-boyfriend."
"Ok then, I was so worried you weren't gonna be cool about it." Tweek lets out a sigh of relief
"What you talking about, Tweeks? I'm always cool." He says with a light chuckle. He might seem OK to Tweek but Tweek didn't know him since pre-K.
After Tweek leaves the room, I approach him and ask him cautiously. "Kenny, dude. You seriously OK with it?"
"Look, Kyle. You deal with your relationship issues and I'll deal with mine." He says sharply.
"Don't be a dick, dude. I just want to help. You're not alone." I feel my anger boiling, I don't really want to get into a fight with him over this.
"Maybe I'm better dealing with it alone!" He snaps, then his expression shifts to remorse when he notices my astonished expression. "Ok, sorry for blowing up like that. I'm cool… I'm cool. I just didn't think I'd see her once we made it out of South Park." He admits.
"Like I said, you're not alone. Just… well, you know we'll be here for you right."
"Ok, Ok. You don't have to get all gay with me."
"Hey, that's an act of discrimination towards homosexual." I say, making my voice sound like our stupid PC principal from South Park Elementary. God, I hated that guy. He actually made me miss Principal Victoria.
He laughs at the memory and looks at me with earnest eyes. "I'll be fine. I've dealt with worse. Literally." He says in a lax tone, I know what he means but this isn't like his self-proclaimed curse, but I know better than to push Kenny.
It might be ironic that he has his shit together better than any of us since he had the roughest start. I know how tough Kenny's life is since he was not only the guardian angel for his sister Karen, but also the town of South Park as the masked hero, Mysterion. But because of that, Kenny's someone you can always count on. He's be there for you and you can always rely on him.
I just wish he knew that there are people he could rely and count on too.
A/N: Yup, this is happening. Everything's set in place, so let's the show on the road. Next time, we see what happens the aftermath of Stan's actions cx
I'll let you know something, no chapter in this story is purely exposition. Everything (other than my little silly references to South Park) has a purpose to push the plot forward, little or large. Just keep that in mind
Unfortunately, due to the semester starting again I will not be able to release 2 chapters a week anymore. So I'll return back to my once a week schedule with a chapter now every Friday.
Thanks again for all your comments and support, reading them is a blast for me c:
Take care, Loves.