KYLE

"Damnit," I hiss as I'm bumped before being pushed. I continue to scan the crowd as best as I can. I think I see Stan, it's hard to tell. I wish it was lighter in here. I feel a hand graze me. I shrink away continuing to move forward. "Excuse me…." This tall guy is dancing trying not to move. I know his ass heard me. I feel my dick being grabbed causing me to swing my arm without turning around. I am not a piece of meat! I refuse to be a victim! Stan catches my arm pulling me close to him. My back is pressed tightly against his chest.

"I got you," he says into my ear. I glance down to see this guy on the floor bent over. Was he the one who grabbed me. I don't even know. Looks like Stan might have taken care of him for me. Stan pushes me forward leading me off the dance floor.

"W-Where the hell have you been?" I slurred. Uh oh. My alcohol seems to be catching up with me.

"I didn't know you cared," states Stan rolling his eyes.

"I d-do," I say wobbling.

"I think we need to get you home," says Stan. He glances around before we hear a course of whistles. I turn around to the dance floor. Heidi making out with Red. What…. I begin to feel aroused as I watch Red slide her tongue inside Heidi mouth. I can't lie my girlfriend looks hot kissing another girl. Heidi pulls away smiling. What is that look on her face? She begins to giggle turning away from Red finally noticing me. She looks horrified as her eyes land on me. Red follows her gaze. I'm sure Red said some kind of profanity. Heidi is running over to me.

"Kyle!" she exclaims. She is blushing something terrible. Even with this dark lightening I can tell. "What are you doing here?" I blinked trying to hold it in but I can't. I lean forward barfing on her dress as well as some of her shoes. "Oh my god!"

"Dude," says Stan coming to my side. Heidi is crying as the girls run over.

"Oh my god!" cries Heidi looking at the puke I left all over the front of her dress.

"Kyle's drunk," explains Stan trying to help me. "He didn't mean it." Look at how my super best friend comes to recuse. I'm pissed off at the fact that I'm drunk. I didn't mean to get drunk. I swear it just hit me all at once.

"H-heidi…." I slur. "So s-sorry…." I get sick again but make it to the trash can. I'm barfing up my soul. I did not think I had that many beers. I feel a hand on my back. From the warmth along with the size of the hand I know it's Stan. "Ugghhhh….." I groan standing up.

"Come on Ky," said Stan. "Let's get you home. I can't find Kenny. God knows where he is and what the fuck he is doing." Getting laid like I would have been if I didn't get drunk throwing up on my girlfriend. Stan starts to guides me towards the exit.

"Whoa," says Cartman running into us on our way out. "Kyle is complete hammered." I flip him off not having the energy to speak. "Where the hell is Kenny?"

"Fuck if I know," says Stan. "I'm getting an Uber."

"All right," says Cartman. "I will see you guys later. Kyle, don't puke in the Uber."

"Lay off him," says Stan as we continue out of the building. Feeling the summer air hit my face I feel 10 times better. I still feel like shit but better now that I'm not smelling that smoke. Stan is on his phone more than likely under the app to get the Uber. I lean over almost feeling like I want to vomit again. "Ride is on the way, less than 5 minutes away."

"Uh huh….." I say.

"Kyle…."

"I don't want to talk…." I say almost falling. Stan grabs me by my waist to keep my upright.

"You're going to hurt yourself," he states. I allow Stan to hold me because I actually can't stand on my own any longer. The Uber pulls up with us both getting in. Thank god the Uber driver is a talker. Stan is being polite and allowing the guy to talk. We arrive at our apartment. Now I'm glad we're on the first floor. I wasn't on board at the beginning for safety reasons but it is a lifesaver at the moment. Stan unlocks the door. We head inside our apartment still smells heavily of take out. Stan guides me to my room where I crash on my bed. "I can't believe you got so drunk. That's not like you."

"Well my super b-best friend abandoned me," I muttered.

"I would never abandon you," says Stan coming to stand closer to my bed. I sit up pulling my shirt over my head flinging it to the floor.

"You didn't even tell me you were gay," I say unable to keep the hurt out of my voice. Stan drops sitting down on my bed.

"It was nothing personal Kyle," he says slowly. "I wanted to figure this out on my own." I bury my face in my comforter below me. "I mean I wasn't sure if I was gay. It took me a while to figure this out."

"It made me feel like you didn't trust me…" I mumble into the comforter trying to calm down. Fucking alcohol. I feel like crying at the moment. There is no need for that. "Why didn't you allow me to help you f-figure it out. I would have wanted to be there for you. I-it….it hurt my feelings." Stan places a hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I had to come to terms with everything. I'm probably going to be dating this guy…."

"Y-you have a boyfriend?" I asked looking up at him in awe. He blushes but nods yes slowly.

"It's complicated," he mutters. "But I really like him. He helped me to accept who I am."

"What's his name?" I asked.

"TC," says Stan. "I fucking hate that name." I chuckle before coughing a little. "Did you need some water?"

"Yeah," I reply. I watch Stan leave my room sitting up. I pull my jeans off climbing under my covers. I hug my blanket close to my chin thinking about are things going to be different from now. I mean I don't see why now. Stan is still Stan. He comes back into the room with my water in a cup with a lid and straw. I always want a lid in case I ever knock my cup over by accident. "Does your family know?"

"Yeah," he replies sitting back down. "I told them yesterday. They don't care. Shelly was all like it's about time." Stan rolls his eyes causing me to laugh before I sip my water. "When you ran from the room I thought you hated me, hated me for being gay."

"You know I don't have a problem with gay people," I reply. "Just people who try to grope me or push up on me like that asshole at the club." I go quiet for a moment staring at him. "Stan, you're my best friend. You can tell me anything." I grab his hand because I want him to know I'm serious. Stan gazes at me giving a small smile.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes," I reply. "This changes nothing." Stan squeezes my hand.

"Thanks, dude…" he says. "Get some sleep, drink plenty of water so you won't be sick tomorrow."

"Ugh….don't remind me," I state crashing back onto my bed.