Sorry it's late...so late. I originally planned to get this chap out around Halloween...yeah that didn't go as planned as the year is almost over and I'm now getting this out. Yeah sorry, I've been busy with work since my classes are out for now, but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter regardless.

"Hey you're the guy who got into a fight with my girlfriend aren't you?"

Kylie-B slammed his locker closed, coming face to face with the same blonde that Wendyl was talking to the other week, she had long curly frizzy hair, wore a red coat with black pants, her face wearing a light layer of makeup, and she had a nice rack on her. His sea green eyes met her hazel orbs, "Maybe, what's it to ya?"

"I was wanting to invite you to my halloween bash this Friday," she said as she pulled out a piece of orange paper and handed it to him, he looked it over and looked back up at the blond. "Wendyl told me what you did for him, standing up against his dad and all, and you seem pretty cool."

The redhead cocked an eyebrow, "Ya really think, also I never got your name?"

"It's Bebe, also it's a costume party, and there's a theme, Stick of Truth."

"Stick of what?"

"You know Stick of- oh that's right you didn't grow up here, well it was a big game we all were a part of as kids. It's pretty much Midevil fantasy, with elves and stuff," she looked up and down his figure and smirked, "Elf."

"What?"

"Since you wern't here you need to come as something, and you seem like an elf. An Elven prince."

"Really?"

"Yup, so see you at the party?"

Kylie-B gave a half smile, "Sure."

"Great, party starts at eight. See you there," She then continued down the hall to another student. Kylie-B looked back down at the flyer, a smile still present on his face, it's been awhile since he was at a party.

That Friday night, Kylie-B could be heard stepping down the stairs, his fingers running through his hair, trying to flatten his curls. "Ma, I'm going out!"

"Not until I see what you're wearing."

The teen let out a groan as he turned away from the door, trying to slip his worn tennis shoes on, to face his mom as she walked in, this wasn't the first time she's done this.

She looked over his costume, which was a modest one if he was honest, as he wore a red jacket with golden accents and swirls decorating the fabric over a black t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, and black sweatpants, his red hair was slicked back, unlike his usual updo style, although some curls kept trying to break through the gel, and had cheep plastic pointed ear tips attached to his ears. Nothing to out there.

"What are you suppose to be?"

He let out a sigh, "I'm elf prince, or something like that."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, "You're not wearing another costume under that to change into once you leave, are you?"

He glared at her at the question, "Mom that was one time, and no."

After a few moments of eye contact she relented, "Fine, go ahead, but if I catch wind of any pot or alcohol you'll be in so much trouble."

"I know, I know, I'll see you later."

As he was heading out the door he heard her say, "You're curfew is 11: 30."

"Got it," and he closed the door, he let out a sigh of relief. He got ungrounded on the Saturday after the fight, but she's still hovering over him like he killed someone or something, taking a deep breath of the chill autumn air, he started his walk down the road, Bebe's house was a block or so away if he remembered the address correctly. Deciding against using his dirt bike as he didn't want to mess up his hair, and he didn't want to risk it being hijacked when his back was turned.

Finally making it to the house, lights could be seen strobing through the windows, and music could be heard blaring, a smirk appaeared on his face as he stepped onto the stone steps and gave a hard knock at the door. It opened revealing Bebe wearing a a spagitti strap crop top with a red cape, red short with fishnet stalkings, black knee boots, and a silver headband with red jewl in the middle, along with fake elf ears much like his own, "Kylie you made it, get in here."

She grabed his wrist and pulled him in to the crowded house, people from their grade laughing, drinking, and partying away, all dressed up in fantasty costumes, "It's Kylie-B..."

"Hey, I done consider you a friend, so I'm allowed to give you a nickname," she then stopped and looked the teen up and down, "Nice costume, but it's missing something."

She turned around and picked up a pink tiaria off a nearby table and tried to put it on his head, "All princes need a crown," only for the redhead to dodge away, "Not in your lifetime toots."

Bebe giggled, "I'm kidding, here" she turned back to the table and picked up a crown that looked to be made of tree branches, "Besides, someone has to be the rival king."

"To who?" He asked as she handed the crown to him, "To that wizard bastard over there," she pointed over her shoulder to a familiar large teen dressed as a wizard next to a grey haired girl dressed as a princess. "I still don't understand this game you guys played."

The blonde shrugged, "That can be explained later," she then heard a crash, "Hey! What the hell did I say about trying trash the place!" She stormed off, only to quickly turn and say, "Enjoy the party!"

She then ran off towards the orgin of the crash, leaving Kylie-B alone. The teen shrugged and placed the crown on his head, careful to not mess up his hair, and delved into the party. It wasn't long after he got a drink, he thought it'd be at least spiked punch but no it was straight alchoal, when a girl with short dark red hair wearing a black low-cut crop top with golden palates on her chest, black shorts with fishnets, black ankle boots, and a golden viking helmet, holding a drink strutted up to him and hooked her arm around his, "You must be Kylie-B right?"

Said teen blinked at her but replied, "Yeah, and who might you be sweetheart?"

"Name's Red, and I've been looking for some fun since I got here, and you seem like a lot of fun."

"Really now?"

He felt her feel up his arms, "You got some nice arms, I like that in a man."

His eyes narrowed at the teen, especially when she continued to feel up his arms, he's seen this before, maybe she was tipsey, but he wanted nothing to do with her, "Sorry, I'm gonna get a refill," he shook her off his arm and blended into the crowd, wanting to avoid having Red see where he went. This wasn't his first go around, and he didn't want to deal with another Jenny.

He walked back over to the punch table only to see a familiar raven already there taking shots from the bowl, "Stan?"

Said teen turned as he downed another drink, "Of course you'd be here..."

"Why are you then? Aren't parties like a conformist ideal of what a teenager should do?"

"Bebe blackmailed me and the others to come here, besides there's free booze."

"Didn't take you for a drinker."

Stan shrugged as he took another shot, holding himself upright using the table. "Dude how many drinks have you had?"

"Don't know, don't care, so what the hell are you suppose to be?"

"Bebe assigned me as an elf prince, since the theme was a game you guys played as kids, so I'm guessing you're a Viking?"

Stan wore a long sleeved black shirt, with a fluffy black scarf, matching gloves with fluff on the trim, and a silver and blue helmet with little horns and a fuzzy trim, "Yeah..."

"So care to explain this game?"

"I wasn't in it much, all me and the others did was break into the school for a big fight and somewhat help in the final battle against Clyde."

The redhead stared, "You guys broke into the school for you're game?"

"We were 10, besides that's not the craziest thing that's ever happened in this town."

"Crazy? Like what?"

"Cthulhu rose from the ocean and attacked the town, there's a talking towle that gets hi living in my bastard of a father's barn that's been to rehab and has a kid, KFC got banned and Randy purposefully got cancer to smoke weed, aliens, and so much other fucking crazy shit."

Kylie-B cracked a grin with a chuckle, "I think you've had a few too much to drink dude."

Stan shrugged, "You'll see in time."

The redhead got himself a drink, "So where are the others?"

"Somewhere, I don't know..."

Kylie-B took a drink from his cup, only to see an already familiar redhead, who seemed to be looking for him, with a light scowl he grabbed Stan's wrist and pulled him away from the table, causing the goth to stumble a bit, "Dude what the hell?"

"Hold on, just need a to- here we go," he swung open a door and rushed in, pulling the goth with him, and slamming the door closed behind them in a very small, dim, and cramped room, hearing a muffle call, "Oh Kylie, where'd ya go?"

Once the footsteps faded the redhead let out a sigh of relief, "Dude what the hell?"

"Sorry, wanted to avoid Red."

Stan tilted his head, "Why, thought a guy like you would like a girl like her."

The redhead rolled his eyes, "Look she's drunk and only wants in my pants, done had a girl like that once, never again, she's gone now so let's-" He reached over Stan for the knob and turned, only to find it locked. "Are you shitting me?"

"What?"

"We're locked in."

"You have got to be kidding me," he banged his hand against the door, only for it to be muffled out by the blaring music, he was able to turn around in the tiny space, facing the redhead, "Ugh, just my luck, locked in here, and I didn't get my fucking drink," he whined as he leaned against the door.

"Well I think you've had enough, but it looks like we're stuck till someone lets us out."

The goth let out a groan, and pulled his fluffly scarf loose, "Looks like I get to suffacate in here while I'm at it."

Kylie-B's eyes fell on the scarf and ended up petting it with the back side of his hand, and said with a smirk, "Didn't take you for one to like soft things kitten."

Stan's face turned a bright crimson, "Don't call me that!"

"Or what," Kylie-B leaned over the raven, using one of his arms to keep his support with a smirk on his face, "You gonna scratch me?"

Stan's face burned, suffocating him more along with Kylie-B's body heat so close to him, he turned his head away, "Well if you're gonna be a dick, could you back up then, your breath reeks."

"Says the guy who smells like he just took a dive in a bate of beer."

"That sounds like a lot more fun then being trapped with a straight asshole like you."

Sea green eyes blinked at the goth before he broke into laughter, "You think I'm straight?"

Now it was Stan's turn to blink at the redhead, his mind still a bit of a buzz from the however many shots he had, "You're not?"

"I swing both ways, and I do have to say you're a cute one," Kylie-B then captured the goth's chin with his thumb and pointer finger, raising Stan's head a bit for their eyes to meet.

The room felt smothering, as Stan's heartrate picked up and his face continued to burn, his skin started to tingle whenever any part of Kylie-B brushed against him, it didn't help when he felt the redhead's breath graze his now exposed neck. "I'm too sober for this shit."

He felt a smile stretch across Kylie-B's face, "Well I'm glad that you are, all the better for you to remember."

Stan tried to avoid the other's eyes, muttering, "Unfortunately."

Just then they heard a click, and they both found themselves falling and hitting the wooden floor, Stan landed ungracefully on his back with a yelp, his helmet falling off his head, and Kylie-B caught himself before he could land full force on the smaller teen, which resulted with the redhead's face being near few centimeters away from Stan's, his hands on both sides of the goth's head to avoid crushing him, which also resulted in him straddling the other. Stan's face remained red at the closeness, and when he noticed some people were staring at him and the redhead.

Kylie-B lifted himself up a bit, not taking himself off of the other as he looked up and saw Bebe by the door with her hand on the knob, "What were you guys doing in there?"

Before either of the two could say anything there was a bright flash, looking over they saw a teen in yellow with crutches who appeared to a bard of sorts standing there with a camera in hand, "Aren't you guys a bit old to be playing 7 minutes in heaven?"

The two looked towards the other side, ignoring the teen with the camera to see a blond teen wearing a purple princess dress standing there next to a familiar brunet dressed in black and purple armor, "Says the schools biggest man whore Kenny," Stan quipped sarcastically.

Kylie-B's eyes widen as he looked backed down at the goth, who was still under him, "That's a dude?"

Stan gave a small nod only to hear Kenny say, with an obvious smile, "Glad to see my drag's getting better, let's leave the love birds alone Dark Lord Clyde."

The two walked away and Kylie-B finally forced himself to stand, careful to avoid stepping on the goth, and any other eyes that were watched went back to what they were doing before, he let out a sigh as he stretched his back, he looked back down at Stan who was attempting to stand, but his hand landed in a puddle of punch causing him to slip, the goth gave an annoyed groan only to see a fingerless gloved hand in front of him, looking up he saw the redhead's sea green eyes looking into his, with a sigh he took it, being lifted back onto his legs, only for him to subconsciously tighten grip when he thought he was about to lose balance, nearly falling into Kylie-B's chest, only to catch himself in the end, he was lighter then he looked.

The redhead then squatted down, letting go of Stan's hand, and picked up the other's fallen hat, "Here," he said as he placed it back on his head, which then fell over his eyes. The goth sighed as he fixed it, "Thanks..."

He then turned and started to walk away from the redhead, only for him to follow closely behind him, as he grabbed a bottle from a table and made it over to an open window with his four friends, all dressed like Vikings in a minimal sense, sitting next to it smoking, only for them to look over and see him with a follower right behind him.

He sat next to the tipsy goth who was taking a large drink from his bottle, the others stared at the two, "Where'd you go?"

"Drink..." was his only reply as he took another gulp from the bottle.

The youngest goth looked over at the redhead who sat next to Stan, having a plastic cup with his own drink, "Why are you here?"

Kylie-B raised a brow at what seemed to be freshman around his own little brother's age, "It's a party and I was invited."

The eldest looking goth, who he guessed was a senior, Michael, rolled his eyes and said, "He meant here, shouldn't you be dancing to this shitty music or something?"

The redhead shrugged as he looked over at the on going group of dancers and dumbasses making fools of themselves, and turned his attention back to the goths, "I've been to so many parties and this one really ain't special. Besides I couldn't do anything with this music, it really is shit."

"Glad we agree on something," the goth with black hair with red dye, Pete, said as he turned away from the window and flicked his dead cigarette remains out.

The elf prince wearing teen took another drink and said, "So Stan said something about you guys being blackmailed into coming."

The only female goth, Henrietta, scoffed, "Yeah, and if not for that we'd be in the woods by now..."

Kylie-B nodded, only to hear Stan start to mumble something, "Hmm?" He looked over at the smaller teen who was now clutching the neck of the bottle as he glared across the room, he followed his line of sight to the same teen he saw earlier was told was his 'Rival King', Cartman. He narrowed his eyes as he remembered his encounter with the teen, "What about him?"

"He did it, he had to of...he's why Butters went missing..." The redhead tilted his head at the goth's words, "He has something todo with that missing kid?"

"Fucking fat bastard..."

"Stan chill, you don't got proof," Pete stated.

"I know he did something! Out of every...one in the school he tormented him the most because of how...how gullible he was, and last I heard was that he was last seen with him!" His words were starting to slur.

"Still, I know it sucks what happened to the guy, but you need to let it go, kid could've just ran away from home, didn't you say his parents abused him or something"

"He was too damaged to do anything like that!"

The elder goth sighed, he knew not to press Stan's buttons when he got like this, they enjoyed having him around, as much as a goth usually would, but Stan when he's drunk, especially when he was on his conspiracies, was just not something to poke at.

"Whatever you say."

Stan continued to glare at the wizard dressed teen, he took another drink and spouted, "I'm gonna say something..."

Pete reached over right as Stan was about to raise his voice and gain the attention of the overweight teen, and covered his mouth, muffling anything he could've said, Stan's brown eyes narrowed as he glanced at the teen covering his mouth, he used his free hand to remove other's. "What the hell Pete?"

"Dude, don't start something you can't win."

"I will-"

"How's Sparky?"

The intoxicated teen blinked at the other goth, before a light smile appeared on his face, "He's been doing good...the other day he-" The raven started to ramble about Sparky, who Kylie-B could assume was a dog he's had for awhile by the way he talked about him, and he seemed to have forgotten about the teen he was just shooting daggers at just moments ago. And from what he witnessed, he guessed the goths acted that this wasn't their first ride around with Stan being what seemed to be an impulsive drunk, but he did seem pretty happy talking about his dog.

He eventually trailed off when he went for another swig from the bottle only for him to find it already empty, he groaned as he staggered to his feet, "Getting another drink."

"Stan you've had enough," Michael stated as he finished his cigarette, but made no move to stop him, the younger one waved him off and was about to attempt to step over the redhead teen who has just been watching the interactions, who grabbed his wrist and promptly pulled him back down to the floor, causing him to land back next to Kylie-B with a groan. His unfocused eyes looked over at the redhead who was staring down at him with his sea green eyes, "You've had enough."

"You can't tell me shit! You're not my...your hair is really red..."

Kylie-B blinked at the goth as he saw him reach up and touch his hair, he already felt some of the gel come loose after getting locked in that cramped closet with him and falling out, so he didn't swat his hands away like he usually would, knowing there was no saving the slick back style he tried to perfect for like ten minutes in front of a mirror. He took another small sip from his cup as he felt Stan's gloved fingers mess with his loose curls. His eyes then met the goths, them looking at him with slightly shocked eyes, "What?"

"Usually we have to put up a fight when he wants to keep drinking, he has a one track mind when he gets like this, and you are somehow able to distract him?"

The redhead shrugged, "I didn't do anything, it was my hair."

Stan then wrapped one of the redhead's curls around his finger, a somewhat dopy smile on his face, Firkle then spoke up, now holding his own plastic cup of a drink, "Dude...that's gay."

Kylie-B rolled his eyes only to see Red strutting up towards him, a slight scowl formed on her face as she looked down at the group, "There you are Kylie, I've been looking for you since you didn't come back," she twirled a strand or her red hair with her finger as she gave glares to the goths, who just gave her hostile blank looks in return, but her glare heated when she saw Stan messing with Kylie-B's hair, not noticing her. "Why don't you come dance with me?"

"Look, you seem like a nice girl, but I'm happy where I'm at, why don't you find someone else, there's plenty of guys here seems like it."

Her brown eyes narrowed at the other, she then scoffed at him as she tuned on her heels and flipped her hair, "Fine, have it your way," and she left, much to Kylie-B's relief.

"Wow, you turned down the easiest girl? Guess you're not like the other douche conformists around here," the redhead turned and saw Pete as he finished, only to shrug in response, "I've been with girls like her, they get their fun then ditch," he finished off the cup then crushed it with his hand as he let out an irritated sigh. "Besides, it doesn't help she's desperate, someone like her deserves someone just like herself."

"Wow. Didn't think you'd break the mold."

The redhead shrugged as he felt Stan's fingers continue to mess with his disaster of hair, not minding how it felt, only to then hear a new song play on the stereo, "This music is still garbage though, who picks stuff like this."

"Conformists..." The youngest muttered as he now seemed more wasted then the raven next to him, well looks like he can't hold his liquor well.

The night continued with Kylie-B siting with the goths talking, surprisingly, mostly about their taste in music and how it was better then the trash the partygoers were raving to, soon enough though the party began to die down, people saying their goodbyes as they left the house, and stumbling on home. It was 11:04 when Michael stood and said, "Let's get out of here, party's over she can't hold it on us now."

The other goths stood, along with Kylie-B who had to help Stan on his feet as he's been laying on his shoulder since he got board playing with his hair, as he was teetering in and out of consciousness, the redhead hauled the drunk teen out the door, finding him to be surprisingly light, as Michael had to bend down and have Firkle placed on his back as he was way beyond walking conditions. All outside, the girl, Henrietta, said she was going ahead and walking and the guys waved her off, Michael kept the youngest goth on his back as he tried to flail around, earning a scolding from the elder, "This is why we don't want you drinking."

"But Stan drinks," he whined as he rested his head on the other's shoulder.

"Stan's an alcoholic."

"You fucking right I am!"

Kylie-B looked at the goth who was still hanging off his shoulder, a look of concern flashed in his eyes, no way someone his age was an alcoholic right? "Here let me have him, he's staying at my place tonight anyway," Pete said as he lifted Stan off the redheads shoulder onto his own.

Kylie-B watched as Michael placed the wasted freshman in the front seat of a black car and buckled him in, he's such a dad, as Firkle was pretty much passed out, and he slammed the door closed. "Later Pete, make sure Stan doesn't fall down a flight of stairs or something."

"Got it." The elder goth then got in the drivers seat and drove off, leaving Pete, Stan, and Kylie-B. The red and black haired teen turned to meet the redhead's seas green eyes, "Thanks for watching over this idiot."

"No problem."

Pete then turned to his own black car and laid semi- unconscious Stan in the back, "Don't barf in here like last time," and he shut the door with a sigh, "They're going to have such hangovers..."

"Don't doubt it."

"Thanks again, you're not that bad."

"Thanks, which I better head home, see ya Monday."

Pete nodded as he then walked around his car and got it, starting it and driving down the road. Kylie-B let out a breath as he was left alone. He didn't drink too much so he wasn't really drunk, if only the hints of being tipsy if he was honest as he replayed the night as he made his way down the road towards his house, he had plenty of time to make it down so he took his time as he put one foot in front of the other.

He thought back on the recent party, but mostly on the goth that was a drunken mess playing with his hair and sleeping on his shoulder, he wasn't really that bad, especially since they started over and he apologized for being a dick on first impressions, and after that and the fact they started to find common ground topics to talk about he's backtracked in his original plan. After seeing how much of a wreck he was it was obvious he had some issues and he didn't need more added on, besides, he actually likes this thing he has going on between them, as like a maybe friend thing.

He eventually made it home, quietly toeing off his shoes and made it upstairs, his parents room light was off and his brother's door was closed but a computer light could be seen, he let out a yawn as he made it to his room, shedding off the jacket and placing the wooden crown on his side table, he laid down on his bed and drifted off.

Tell me what you guys think! Till next time.