STAN

I was so offended by what Kyle said. I know TC loves me. Kyle doesn't understand just because he has been unloved by his girlfriends. How the hell is that my fault? Why is he taking it out on me? I didn't mean to but I stopped talking to Kyle about TC. It has been more than a month, but I don't care. Once Kyle doesn't like someone it can take a while to get him back on their good side. At this point in time, I know the only way would be for us all to have dinner together but TC is not going to go for that. It just won't happen.

I have my bags packed ready to go to the resort. He is suppose to be coming to pick me up so we head away for our weekend getaway. We are getting away for 4 days. I felt like this day would never get here. I have been seeing TC but not as much as I would have preferred. I'm sitting in the living room surfing the net on my phone when I see TC is calling.

"Hey," I greet. "You on your way? This resort is not exactly close." TC only told me it is a resort with a lot for us to do. He is more concerned with what we will mostly be doing in the bedroom. He has been stretching himself really thin these past couple of weeks. I miss him. I can't wait for us to connect sexually. I want to relax, chill, eat and fuck.

"I know," says TC. "I got some bad news. I can't make it."

"Are you kidding me!" I exclaimed standing up. "We had this planned for months!"

"Babe I know that," he sighs. "Some shit came up that I can't ignore."

"What the fuck ever," I snap. "Fuck you TC. I can't do this anymore. It's over for good this time."

"You always say that," he states. I can picture his eye roll. I think about what Kyle said that night. As much as I hate to admit it he is right. If TC really loves me he wouldn't be doing this to me. I am not one to complain but I can't do this anymore. I'm more stressed, depressed and lonely than I am happy.

"I mean it this time," I reply. "Have a nice life." I hang up my phone blocking his number before deleting it. I walk into the kitchen grabbing Kyle's vodka. I'll pay him back. I drink straight for the bottle not even bothering to pour any in a glass. I can get fucked up faster this way. I don't know why people want to sugar coat booze anyway. Slows everything down in my opinion. I angrily grab my bag heading back to my room. Fucking TC. I lose track of how much I drank. I do end up passing out. I know for sure I did when I feel Kyle shaking me.

"Dude…" he says. I struggle to make his face standstill. I can certainly see those green eyes full of concern.

"K-Kyle…" I slur gazing at him.

"You drank this whole thing?" asked Kyle holding up the bottle. I look at it realizing it is completely empty.

"I-It's over….." I slur. "Fuck TC. I fucking hate him." I hiccup "Why do you a-always have to be right." Kyle looks like he feels bad for me and he should. I wonder if he jinxed me. Everything was going fine. Everything was coming together until he knew about TC.

"This was shit ton of alcohol," says Kyle. "How are you feeling?" He puts his hand to my forehead. "You're not running a fever so that's good."

"No, not good," I cry. "Everything sucks!" I start weeping. I just turn away from Kyle super embarrassed. I cry for what feels like hours. I'm so tired that I end up falling asleep. Probably for the best because I don't want to feel anything but I do, I can't help it. I am human after all. I have no idea what time it is. I can hear Kyle on the phone as I awake.

"Yes," he says. Kyle is standing over my desk to the right of my door. "Check in as a 2 pm correct? I will be there, thank you." Kyle ends the call sighing. He walks out of my room probably going back to his. I blink with most of last night coming back to me. Fucking TC. I roll over groaning because my body feels so sick. I crawl over to my trash can throwing up regretting drinking that much last night. At least I look like how I feel. Kyle must have heard me as he comes running back into the room. "Stan, I got some aspirin and water for you."

"Thanks…." I muttered. I continue to throw up for the next 20 minutes. Once I'm sure I am done vomiting I swallow the pills drinking the water although my body doesn't want it. Kyle left me alone. I kind of wish he would have stayed with me. He is off doing god knows what. Probably getting ready for that internship he got or something. Wait doesn't he start that for another 2 weeks? Ugh, I can't think right now. Kyle comes back into the room.

"Dude can you walk?" he asks.

"I can but barely," I admit. Kyle comes over helping me up. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you out of here," he says as we move towards the front door.

"What does that mean?" I ask weakly. Kyle doesn't answer me as we head out of the apartment. I can tell it is around 10 am because of the sun. It makes my head hurt more. Kyle helps me out to his car. Once I'm settled he gives me a pair of sunglasses. He gets into the car starting up the engine right away. "W-what's going on?"

"I'm taking you away from here," explains Kyle. He sighs as if he has a lot on his mind.

"You're taking me to rehab!" I shout.

"Hell no!" says Kyle. "We're going on a weekend getaway of our own. Fuck our lovers, fuck everything. We were too good for them anyway." I glance at Kyle with everything sinking in slowly.

"No rehab?" I ask to make sure. My parents had to trick me into rehab. That didn't go over well with me of course. I was only 11 years old when that happened but I will never forget it.

"You don't need rehab just a good rest," says Kyle. "I know you already had the next 4 days off."

"What about your job?" I ask as I readjust myself in the seat.

"I convinced Rebecca to give me a doctor's note from her job," says Kyle. "I will be leaving that job in 2 weeks anyway. What are they really going to do to me." If I didn't feel so sick I would be laughing. Deep down I'm super excited. Instead, I close my eyes trying to keep everything from spinning. Work aspirin, work. I start to feel better when we're almost close to where ever Kyle has us going. I'm not complaining I could really use the distraction. Despite feeling like shit this morning I already want another drink. Kyle pulls up to a resort. A really nice one at that.

"Whoa…, " I say looking out the window.

"Right," agrees Kyle. "They have 3 pools, 1 for adults which I'm totally down for. I need to relax. I don't have time for annoying ass kids. They also have a restaurant with shops and clubs close by."

"It's only four days," I say in disbelief. I feel like he went out of his way to do this.

"I can't speak for you but I need all the distraction I can get," he says unbuckling his seatbelt. "Are you feeling any better? You're still a little pale."

"I can at least walk," I reply undoing my own seatbelt. I get out of the car as Kyle goes to the trunk.

"I hope you don't mind, I put your suitcase in here that you already had packed," he explains sitting it on the ground.

"That's fine," I reply pulling out my handle on my suitcase. Long as he didn't look in here I'm good. I packed some interesting things for TC. I packed some things to use in the bedroom that is going to go to complete waste. "Dude, how much is this shit costing you?"

"Don't worry about it," says Kyle sitting his suitcase on the ground. "Let's get checked in. I'm pretty hungry so I know I will be ordering room service."

"I'm going to order but I don't know if I can handle eating yet," I reply as we start to walk towards the resort.

"I bet," says Kyle. "Hot as hell out here." He is right about that. It's after 2 pm. It has got to be over 90 degrees. We head into the resort and the air conditioning is to die for. I can see families and couples walking around excited for whatever it is they have going on. I hope that will be my ass in a day. Right now, I still want to mope and be depressed. Kyle walks up to the counter.

Hi," greets the girl with the name tag Leila.

"Hi, I have a reservation under Broflovski," says Kyle reaching for his wallet. Leila is clicking away on her keyboard.

"I see we have you here," she replies. "Did you want to use the card on file?"

"Yes," replies Kyle.

"Excellent," she replies. "I just need to see your ID." Kyle pulls out his ID while I look around wondering how much is this really costing him. Kyle is given his ID back. We make our way to the elevator narrowly dodging a running child. Kyle shakes his head as we get on the elevator.

"That is what I wanted to avoid," he says. "Jesus…." I chuckle. "As I said I'm paying for this I only need you to do one thing for me."

"What's that?" I ask. Bet he asks me not to get back together with TC. He probably would since he doesn't like him anyway.

"I don't want you drinking at all the next 4 days," he says.

"What!" I exclaim. "We're here to get away and I can't drink."

"I won't be drinking either," says Kyle. "I'm not cruel." The elevator stops at the 4th floor. We get off juggling our belongs. "Our room is at the end of the hall. This floor doesn't have too many families on it. I had to fight with the reservation rep because I was not trying to deal with a crying baby or worse."

"You sound like you hate kids," I reply knowing that is not the case.

"I just want to chill," says Kyle. "Nothing personal." We get to our room opening the door. I can tell Kyle did not get the basic room. We have a small table, sofa, microwave and fridge. There are two beds to the right, full size. God, I can't remember the last time I slept on a full-size bed. The colors of the room are nice, very modern, red, gray and black. There is white here and there to keep things from looking too dark. Kyle walks right over to the menu.

I sit down on the bed blown I can't have any alcohol. Like that is the one thing I was looking forward to since I won't be getting laid. I grab the remote praying they have decent channels on the TV.

"I'm getting a chicken sandwich, what do you want?" I take the menu from Kyle looking it over quickly.

"Turkey burger is cool," I reply. Kyle picks up the phone calling in the order as I decide to check my phone. I have a message from Butters telling me to have a great time this weekend. If only he knew. I don't have the energy to explain it to him right now. I go to my bag once I decide on a channel getting out my charger.

"Anything you want to do?" asked Kyle.

"Since you took away drinking not really," I mutter.

"Come on," says Kyle. "There are fun things to do besides drinking. We use to do a ton of stuff when we were kids."

"But we were kids!" I exclaim.

"Work with me here," says Kyle. "I want to go to the pool after dinner."

"Swimming after eating is not smart," I note.

"Oh please," says Kyle. "I mostly want to get into the adult Jacuzzi and take a nice shower afterward. Amazes me how filthy people are when they get in those things." Kyle goes to his bag to pull out his laptop. I focus back on the TV looking at what is this? The Avengers playing on the TV. Has been a while since I have seen it. My phone rings grabbing my attention.

"Kenny," I say answering the phone kicking my shoes off.

"Stan," says Kenny. "What are you and Kyle doing tonight? Cartman got this new game and wanted to know did we want to come over to play it. Dude he actually offered to feed us." I laugh.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"Why do you think I'm calling," says Kenny. "I get off at 7 but I'm thinking about heading over there."

"Kyle and I are out of town," I reply.

"Out of town?" says Kenny.

"Yeah, we are at a resort," I explain.

"That is so fucking random," he states.

"It's a long story," I sigh. "I don't feel like getting into it. Point is we won't be there."

"All right," says Kenny. "What has you so pissed off?" I know Kenny can tell I'm distraught. My tone is not exactly nice.

"I ended things officially with TC," I reply. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Ohhh," says Kenny. "Enough said. I will tell Cartman you guys are busy."

"Thanks, man," I reply. "I'll talk to you later." I end the call.

"Who was that?" asked Kyle.

"Kenny," I reply. "Something about Cartman inviting us over, he got some new video game or whatever. He was trying to bribe us with a free meal." Kyle laughs. "Yeah, I know dude." I laugh a little. "Ugghhh…..I don't want to go anywhere."

"You don't have to," says Kyle. "If you want something outside of here I can pick it up for you." I stare at Kyle because he has been nice but this feels like overkill.

"You don't have to do that," I inform him. "I don't like that I'm doing this to you."

"You're not doing anything to me," says Kyle focused on his computer. "I offered." He has a good point but still. I get comfortable pulling out my laptop as well. Maybe going for a swim tonight will be something I really need. I almost growl when I think oh that would have been nice to do with TC. Fucking asshole. I sigh because calling him names is getting me nowhere. It makes me feel better though. I get distracted by looking up some stuff about my upcoming classes. They are going to be more hands on now that I'm in my last year. I stop to get the food Kyle ordered for us. It smells good. I set everything on the table as Kyle grabs some water bottles from the fridge.

"Dude you're going to have to pay for that," I reply. Kyle shrugs sitting down uncovering his food.

"It's fine," he replies. "What were you doing?"

"I was looking into the classes I signed up for," I replied. "I will go for an internship in the spring. I'm not trying to climb any poles in the winter."

"I get that," says Kyle. "At least you will be getting paid very well. I mean you have to be out there in snow, rain, who knows what else."

"I know but it will be worth it," I replied opening my ketchup. We begin to eat when I notice there is this nervous air. It feels so weird.

"So uh you look better," notes Kyle.

"I feel better," I reply. Although I want to tell him I would be better if I could have a drink.

"I know you want to drink," says Kyle. Damnit. "I don't want you to go too far where you can't come back. I mean let's forget about what happened okay." I glare at him trying not to redirect my anger at the wrong person.

"I loved him," I said coldly. I get up walking away from the table losing my appetite. I remove my clothes curling up in bed crying. I just feel like shit. I can't help it. I lay there with my eyes closed until I go back to sleep. I don't care if it is 4 in the evening. It's not like I'm really sleeping but more so light sleeping. I stir a little when I feel my bed move. It's Kyle getting in bed behind me. I don't say anything as he snuggles against me. He presses his chest into my back rubbing his hand comfortingly up and down my arm.