Okay, here's chapter 5. I still seriously don't know how I'm going to end this, haha. There will be at least two more chapters though and I'm working on the sixth one as I write this, it's half done and should be up in a few days. Enjoy! Sorry for my cliffhanger endings :P
Ch. 5
During most of the rest of the school year Kyle continued on his descending path. He seemed to be keeping his promise to Stan though, and stayed away from the illegal stuff, even dope Stan noticed which made him happy. Stan wondered if Kyle had given that stuff up due to his threat or because he actually respected his opinion… Stan guessed it was option one.
It was now April, a Saturday, and there was a party at Craig's house. His parents were out of town for the weekend to visit an aunt of his so he figured that there was no better use for an empty, parentless house than a massive bash with underage drinking. Cartman, Kenny and Stan were walking over at around 10pm after bribing Kenny's older brother to buy them liquor. Cartman and Stan had told their mom's that they were staying at Kenny's house for the night. Kenny's mom, not really caring what the boys did, had agreed to cover for them if their parents called.
"This is gunna be totally sweet you guys!" exclaimed Cartman. "I'm seriously, this is gunna be tits!"
"Well we certainly have enough booze to make it totally tits," laughed Kenny. "Hey Stan, you gunna try to hook up with Wendy tonight?"
"Fuck no!" said Stan defensively. "Weak! I was done with her in the 8th grade!"
Kenny laughed. "I know dude," he said. "I'm just messin'. I hope I can get some action, hopefully from Bebe."
"That shouldn't be too hard," laughed Stan. "I heard she's pretty easy."
"I also heard that," said Kenny with a wide grin.
"Pft, you're a fucking pervert Kenny!" said Cartman.
Kenny just laughed.
After about ten more minutes of walking the four arrived at Craig's house. It was already packed; the party was well on its way. They put their liquor in the kitchen with everyone else's, grabbed some beers and then mingled. At around 11:30pm Stan noticed Kenny heading upstairs, Bebe hanging off him, trying to undress him as they ascended the flight of steps. He couldn't help but laugh.
Stan had no idea where Cartman had gone off to and was presently by himself, wishing that Kyle was there with him. Parties had always been much more fun with him around, not that Kyle drank much, or used to anyway. The two of them used to just have a beer or two and sit somewhere, making fun of everyone as they (the other party goers) got more and more intoxicated. Ironically, about five minutes later Stan spotted Kyle chugging a beer as he stood in a circle with the other Goth kids. Stan smiled a bit and then frowned; remembering that going over to him would be a horrible idea.
"ACK!" heard Stan, bringing him out of his train of thought. He watched as a very buzzed Tweek approached him.
"Oh, hey Tweek," greeted Stan. "Enjoying the party?"
"AH! No way man! It's too much pressure!" Screamed Tweek, beer in hand, "They're gunna get me!"
"Uh what?" asked Stan. "Who's going to get you?"
"The fucking cops man! Arg… they're gunna get everybody! I just know it!! Ack!!"
Stan just rolled his eyes. 'Dumbass.'
Stan sat and listened to Tweek's babbling for what seemed like an eternity. He still had no idea where Cartman was and was starting to get pretty bored. Watching everyone around him get steadily louder and more intoxicated wasn't any fun without either a) Being drunk too or b) Having someone to rip on those douche bags with. After Tweek finally left due to him 'not being able to take it anymore', Stan talked to a few more people and then spotted Kyle. He was passed out on one of Craig's couches, at least a dozen beer cans just littered around him. His Goth friends were nowhere to be seen.
"Douche bag…" mumbled Stan.
Then Clyde ran in the house from the front door screaming something that every party goer dreads hearing, "COPS! BAIL FUCKERS! BAIL!!"
Hearing that, everyone started to panic, running for the back door or trying to find a hiding place within Craig's house. Stan was just about to up and run when he remembered Kyle.
'His mom would fucking kill him if she knew he was here!' thought Stan. 'Shit… why do I have to care?'
Stan figured that Kyle's mom was probably at least half to blame for his current and ongoing behavior and he was sure that Kyle's mom shitting her pants over him being arrested for drinking underage would probably just worsen Kyle's already shitty demeanor.
"Kyle!" yelled Stan, slapping Kyle across the face. "Dude, come on! The fucking cops are coming!"
Kyle moaned, and half opened his eyes, still drunk as fuck. Stan, as quick as he could, helped Kyle to his feet.
"Come on man! Work with me here!"
Kyle, like a zombie, started to move his feet. Stan practically dragged him out the back door. Unfortunately, Craig's backyard just had to have a tall wooden fence surrounding it. Derp.
"Fuck!" yelled Stan.
With all of his strength he helped a half asleep, intoxicated Kyle over the fence first. At least Kyle somehow managed to get himself mostly up the wall; all Stan had to do was assist in pushing him over. After Kyle was over Stan quickly scaled the wall, successfully jumping to the other side where he found Kyle lying on the ground, passed out again.
"Aww Awwwww! God dammit!"
He heard the cops coming out of the back door, heading for the fence after the last remaining people who were trying to escape.
"Come on you fucker! Wake up!" screamed Stan as he slapped Kyle again.
With a groan, Kyle half woke up. Stan once again helped him to his feet. He knew he wasn't going to get very far with Kyle in this state without being caught so, as quick as he could, moved Kyle down the path that separated Craig's house with another house, and plopped the two of them down behind some bushes. Kyle immediately passed out for the third time. Stan rolled his eyes. He then stiffened as he heard three people run down the path, the cops right after them missing Stan and Kyle completely. Stan watched in fear through a hole in the bushes as the cops took down who looked like Token and Jimmy. How Jimmy got over that fence was beyond him. He noticed that the third figure, which looked like Butters, had totally gotten away. Stan's heart was racing. He watched Token and Jimmy get taken away, the cops walking right by them again without noticing. He and Kyle, who was going nowhere fast anyway, stayed there for another 15 minutes.
"I don't know why I'm doing this for you," whispered Stan to his unconscious…friend. "I should leave you passed out on your front lawn so your mom can shit bricks at you! By the time she's done you'd probably have a new house! Fuck… I should have just left you at Craig's."
Stan looked at Kyle for a moment, the moon illuminating his face. Stan studied him for a second. He looked so beautiful to him, so peaceful. His usually taned skin looked so pale; his lips looked so red, his lip ring looked so… shinny. Stan sighed and brushed a piece of hair out of Kyle's face.
"Why do I have to have feelings for the biggest asshole in the universe?"
By the time Stan managed to drag Kyle back to his (Stan's) house it was pretty much 3:00am. He quietly dragged Kyle up to his room and dumped him on his bed. Not surprisingly, he was able to do this without waking Kyle up. Stan, as quietly as he could, went out into the hall to grab some extra blankets and a pillow when his parents came up behind him.
"Stanley. It's like 3:00 in the morning," said an irritated and very tired Mrs. Marsh.
"Why aren't you at Kenny's son?" asked Randy.
Stan jumped, startled.
"Uh… Kenny's dad kicked us out," Stan lied. He knew that they would believe it and not ask questions. "Yup, he uh… got super drunk and started shitting his pants and uh…just booted us right out…yup."
"Oh Jesus," said Randy, "figures."
"What's this like the twelfth time that's happened?" asked Sharron. "Honestly, I don't know why you kids bother going over there."
"Y-eah," said Stan. "Anyway, Kyle's crashing here… if you don't mind."
"Kyle?" asked Sharron. "I thought the two of you weren't speaking?"
"Yah well we still aren't really. We were just both there… and shit happens."
"Alright, well go to bed now Stan. It's late."
"'Kay, thanks."
Stan watched as his parents disappeared into their room and then sighed in relief. He quickly brought the blankets and pillow into his room and made a temporary bed for himself on the floor. He figured he might as well sleep on the floor considering Kyle's state of consciousness. After he finished getting ready for bed he grabbed his cell phone and called Kyle's brother, figuring that if he'd already gone through the trouble of saving Kyle's ass, he should probably give Kyle's family a 'valid' reason for him not coming home that night. If Kyle got in trouble for not going home then that would defeat the entire purpose of going through all that shit to get him out of trouble.
"…H-hello?" mumbled a very sleepy Ike.
"Ike, dude, it's Stan."
"Stan? Man, it's like 3:00 in the morning. Why are you calling me anyway? You never call me."
"I know. Look, if your parents ask can you just tell them that Kyle's crashing at my house tonight? Tell them that we were studying and it got late so he's just staying the night."
"Hey! He told mom that he'd be home around 12am and that he was over at Butter's studying for some big test or something."
"Please dude, just tell them that… tell them that it was a group session and we ended up at my house."
Ike sighed, "Fine Stan. Promise… good-night okay?"
"Okay, thank-you. Bye."
"Bye."
Stan sighed, putting his cell on his dresser and then turning out the light.
"You owe me one Broflovski…"
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The next morning Stan work up to Kyle staring angrily at him Stan rolled his eyes and then sat up.
"Déjà vu…" he mumbled, remembering the time he had to stay the night at Kyle's while his best friend was busy tripping on acid.
"Stan," asked Kyle angrily, "would you mind explaining to me why the hell I'm in your room?!"
"You got really drunk so I brought you here and raped you…" said Stan sarcastically.
"WHAT?!"
"Dude! I wasn't being serious. You passed out on Craig's couch and the cops showed up. The rest of your faggy Goth group totally bailed on you so I figured that I should get you out of there before you get arrested and your mom shits all over the place. I told Ike to tell your parents that you were here with Butters, studying, and decided to crash."
"You didn't have to do that. You should have just left me."
"Wow! You're welcome for saving your ass!"
"Whatever Stan! I could have handled myself!"
"Yah…passed out and totally wasted. That would have gone over real well with your parents."
"Arg! J-just stay out of my life Stan!"
"Kyle! Seriously! What the fuck is up your ass? What did I do to you? One day we're playing Guitar Hero and the next you're telling me to go fuck myself! What's your deal?"
"Just never mind… it's nothing that you or anyone can fix."
"Oh yah, that tells me a lot."
"I'm going to leave now. Thanks… I guess… fuck."
Stan continued to sit on his floor as he watched Kyle storm out of his room.
"Fucking prick!"