Ch 4

Christmas and Chanukah came and went. Kyle and Stan usually exchanged gifts and did sort of a combination of their two holidays… not this year. Stan had his Christmas dinner with just his family and assumed that Kyle was with his family for Chanukah. Their exams before the holidays went well. Kyle ended up getting 90's and higher on all four of his exams, according to Butters that it. He was the only one who really talked to Kyle and still, that was very rarely. Second semester the boys still had their same English classes which were full year courses. Stan and Kyle no longer sat by each other though. Kyle had moved to a corner on the opposite side of the room from Stan. Kyle also had accounting, law and physics. Stan had gym with Kenny and film with Kenny and Cartman. Cartman also had American history with Butters.

Kyle still continued to hang around with the Goth kids, doing drugs, sitting in the hole he had dug for himself. His grades were still extremely high though, he wasn't completely lost. Stan didn't understand how Kyle could keep his grades up when he was busy being depressed and smoking weed all the time but then he remember what Kenny had said about Kyle, "You are the smartest motherfucker I know…" which was true.

It was a Friday night and Stan was just hanging out in his room by himself, playing a computer game when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in," he called in a robotic manner, his gaze fixed on the computer screen in front of him.

"Stanley?" he heard his mom ask as she entered his room.

"Yah mom?" replied Stan, eyes not leaving his game.

"Mrs. Broflovski just called... she's concerned about Kyle. Do you know what's going on?"

Stan stopped playing his game; he felt a sharp pain in his heart.

"I don't talk to him anymore mom." He said, trying not to sound like he cared. "I have no idea… why?"

"Well, before the holidays he started dressing funny… that's what she said. He got a… a lip ring of all things and started spending all of his time locked in his room. I guess today was really bad. Sheila said that he didn't even go to school and he won't come out of his room at all. She said he seems miserable."

Stan looked at his floor. He hated this whole fucked up situation, he didn't even understand it.

"She was wondering if you could go over there and try talking to him?"

Stan sighed. "Like I said mom, we aren't talking. I already tried to talk some sense into him and he basically just told me to fuck off."

"Please Stan? She was in tears, the poor woman!"

"Arg… can't Ike talk to him or something? They're pretty close."

"He tried earlier and got nowhere. Come on Stan, go!"

"Mom!"

"NOW STANLEY!"

"Arg! Fine! Jesus Christ!"

Stan got up, threw on his hat, jacket and sneakers and stormed out of the house.

"Fucking Kyle…" he mumbled as he trudged down the street. "Goddammit…"

A few minutes later he was finally at Kyle's house. He rang the door bell and Mr. Broflovski answered.

"Oh, hi Stan," greeted Gerald with a slight smile as he let Stan in. "He won't talk to any of us. Look, I know you two haven't been that close lately but could you please try to talk to him? You know him better than any of us."

"I'll try," said Stan with a sigh.

Stan walked up the stairs until he came to Kyle's room at the end of the hall.

"Kyle?" he asked rolling his eyes. "Can I come in?"

No answer.

"Fuck… fine…" grumbled Stan under his breath.

Stan then started to search around Kyle's doorway for a paperclip that Kyle kept there to pick the lock with, just incase he got locked out for some reason. After about 10 seconds Stan found it, surprised that it was actually still there, and proceeded to break into Kyle's room. Once Stan had the door unlocked he slowly opened it, let himself in, and locked it again behind him. Stan then noticed that he was standing in the dark. He quickly located Kyle's light switch and turned it on. He immediately spotted Kyle lying upside-down on his bed, waving his arms slowly, back and forth, as if he were trying to fly. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

"Jesus Christ Kyle, what are you doing?"

"Flying dude!" replied Kyle, dazed.

"Dude, what the fuck did you take? What are you on?!"

"Uh… um… acid… I think… or shrooms or something. Fuck… I donno… wahoo!"

"Oh great! So you're into that shit now?! Do you have a stash somewhere Ky?"

Kyle laughed and nodded. Stan decided that Kyle was too stoned to realize that the two of them weren't talking and that he would probably tell him anything.

"Where is it Kyle?" pressed Stan. "Where's your stash??"

"Box…woah! Oh dude!!" replied Kyle, hallucinating something that sounded totally incredible.

Stan just rolled his eyes as Kyle continued 'flying'. Stan went to the 'box' which is what Kyle called the old chest at the end of his bed. He lifted the lid and his eyes widened. There was about 15 grams of weed, 5 hits of acid, some cocaine and some ecstasy pills just lying there.

"KYLE!!"

Kyle didn't seem to notice Stan's yelling. He just continued on his flight to God knows where. Stan grabbed a plastic grocery bag and put the pile of drugs in it. He was going to get rid of Kyle's stash whether he liked it or not.

"Stan?" asked Kyle, finally noticing. "What are you doing?"

"Look Kyle," explained Stan, "I know we're not exactly… friends… right now, but I still care about you. You shouldn't be doing drugs dude, you're gunna get yourself hurt and in trouble."

"Oh bull… haha!"

"No! Not bull! I'm taking your stash dude and if I find out you're doing anymore hard drugs I'm gunna tell your parents. I know that sounds totally gay, but I… I can't stand to see you like this."

Kyle frowned, not seeming like he fully comprehended what Stan had said. Stan sighed and took a seat next to him. He grabbed the sides of Kyle's head, making him look into his eyes.

"DO-YOU-UNDER-STAND-ME-KYLE!" he yelled as if he were talking to a child.

"Yes…" whispered Kyle.

"What did I say then?"

"If I do anymore drugs you're going to tell my mom…"

"Right, and what does that mean?"

"I-I'll be in a lot of shit."

"Bingo…"

Stan let go of Kyle's face and picked up the bag. But as he got up to leave he felt something holding him back. He turned to see Kyle clinging onto the back of his shirt for dear life.

"Please, don't go yet Stan," pleaded Kyle in a whisper. "The monsters, they'll get me if you leave."

"Oh Jesus, come on!!"

"Please?" asked Kyle again, his eyes filling with tears.

Stan sighed. It was like 9pm. How long did this shit usually last anyway?

"Fine Kyle, but we're going to sleep, now."

Kyle smiled, "'Kay."

Kyle quickly, well, as quickly as someone tripping balls on acid, put on a pair of pajama bottoms and crawled under his covers. Stan didn't bother to change or anything, although he was pretty sure he still had a pair of PJ's that he had left at Kyle's for just these occasions. Stan grabbed a spare blanket and pillow from Kyle's closet and took up residence on the floor. Kyle's room was always clean, always. Everything was in its place so at least he (Stan) didn't have to clear a spot to sleep or anything. Just as he started dozing off, Stan heard Kyle mumbling.

"Night Stan," he said. "Thanks for keeping the monsters away."

Stan sighed, "Night Ky… fucking high bastard…"

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"Dude! What the fuck!?"

Stan woke up the next morning to Kyle staring down at him, rage in his eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room Stan?"

Stan sat up and angrily glanced back at Kyle.

"You're parents asked me to come over and talk some fucking sense into you, something about you refusing to go to school and locking yourself in your room. My mom made me come here. You were tripping fucking balls on acid or something, freaking out about monsters and pretty much begged me to stay so they wouldn't 'get you'!"

Kyle stared at Stan for a moment, not really knowing how to respond to that.

"Do you remember what I told you?" asked Stan.

Kyle thought a moment, "No, I don't."

"I fucking told you that I'm taking your stash of drugs and if I find out that you've been doing them again I'm going to tell your mom."

"What?! How did you find those?"

"Apparently your high self hasn't forgotten that we're best friends and still tells me stuff."

"Arg!" yelled Kyle as he opened his chest up. Sure enough, it was empty.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" asked Stan. "You're going to get hurt!"

"Why do you care?"

"Hmm… maybe because we were best friends for like 14 years!"

"… I didn't say anything else to you… did I?" asked Kyle, sounding a bit worried.

"No, but I didn't ask."

"J-just get out of here Stan!"

"You won't do hard drugs anymore?"

"Arg! Fine…"

"Promise me!"

"I fucking promise you Stan, Jesus Christ! Now get the fuck out of my house!"

"Fuck you."

Stan grabbed the plastic bag and stormed out. On the way home he chucked the bag of drugs into a dumpster. Although extremely pissed with Kyle, he really did hope that he would come to his senses and keep his promise.

I suck at ending chapters, I know... I have no sweet clue how I'm going to end this story lol. There will be at least 3 more chapters to look forward to, I can promise you that :P The next one should be up in a day or two!