A/N: Sorry for the long wait I've been busy and stuff like that. But here it is the long-awaited Love Drunk Chapter 1
Love Drunk
Chapter 1: Top Down In The Summer Sun.
Stan's POV
Me and Kyle had walked back from getting food at about six. I'd been right about Kyle being one of those people who didn't eat much, he'd only gotten a cheese sandwich and had ate about half of it. Although I think Kenny pushing him towards me probably didn't help his appetite. He'd unlocked our door again, walked over to his bed and pushed his suitcase off before falling onto his bed.
"Tired?" I asked, shutting the door behind me.
"Yep. I'll unpack in morning I can't be arsed now." Came his muffled reply. I laughed, shoved my phone under my pillow and placed my suitcase gently on the floor and before pulling out an old hoodie and boxers to sleep in. I walked to the bathroom leaving Kyle to get changed in there, although I wasn't sure whether he would.
"You changed?" I asked once I was done in the bathroom.
"No! I'll go to the bathroom and get changed!" He yelled as I walked in. I smiled casually and walked to my bed, nearly falling over my suitcase as I walked. I dumped my stuff in my suitcase as I walked past and smile when I don't hear a clunk of my shoes hitting anything valuable.
"Are you normally this disorganized?" I asked curiously. Kyle seemed like the type of person who was always on time and organized.
"Nope. I was in a car from New Jersey to here for God knows how long. So that's probably screwed up my brain." We both let out a small laugh as he said that before he pulled some clothes out of his suitcase. I watched as he walked into the bathroom, throwing his green hoodie in the direction of his bed as he shut the door. I watched as his hoodie landed onto the floor and laughed silently. The boy really wasn't good at sport.
"You missed!" I shouted as he shut the door. I smiled when I heard a quiet "fuck" from inside the bathroom and looked in my suitcase to make sure I 'd put my asthma pump in my suitcase. No way was I having Shelly drive down here, terrorize me then give me my asthma pump. I gave a silent yes when I saw it sat on top of my notebook and placed it on the bedside table next to my bed. Kyle walked in as I sat down on my bed, he'd opted for a short sleeved top and some shorts. He glanced at me as he climbed onto his bed and sat on it .
"You have asthma?" He asked as he rummaged in his suitcase. I watched as he pulled out a small black case then look at me.
"Yeah. What's that?"
"I'm diabetic so I have to check my blood sugar." Kyle explained quietly. I nodded and watched as he pricked his thumb, squeezed the blood from his thumb onto a piece of card, read something and wrote it down. "It's not that bad today." I heard him mutter to himself.
"So English?" I asked. I knew that it had seemed that I wasn't paying attention to his and Kenny's conversation in the canteen but I had been.
"I want to be a writer or a journalist. Why sport?" I smile as he asks about me and I shrug.
"I don't know. It's what I'm good at." He smiles and lays his stuff on the floor before laying down on his bed. "You do know it's only like six thirty right?" I ask curiously as Kyle clambers under his covers.
"Yep. And I'm tired so I'm gonna go to sleep now. Night Stan." I watch as he closes his eyes and falls asleep. The kid could probably sleep for America at this rate! I look over at Kyle once more, he looks quite cute when he's asleep. Okay Stan get that thought out of your head now! You can't think like that any more! You got over this a long time ago and you promised both yourself and Wendy that you wouldn't go back down that road after what Clyde did to you. I shiver as the memory of that day comes back, I always knew it would come back to bite me in the ass and here it is. I shrug it off although I've got nothing left to lose any more since the majority of kids here know me and know that I'm gay, I don't want to tell my room mate that I'm gay. To me this is a fresh start with someone that doesn't know me and doesn't know that I was gay. I shake my head letting my raven hair flop over my eyes, apparently when I did that I looked... Oh crap. I really am gay. Oh the joy of having to tell Kenny again. I frown as I lay down under my covers to fall asleep, I can't stay awake if someone in the same room is asleep. I really don't want to have to tell Kyle that I'm gay, it might freak him out. But he might, and this is a very slim chance here but I don't care, not care. I smile to myself as Last Train Home repeats in my brain. To every broken heart in here, love was once a part but has now disappeared. My face falls slightly as my brain recalls the opening line and I cover my eyes with my hand. Kenny quoted that to me when he was in his Lostprophets phase. Plus me and Wendy had just broken up so it had been fitting. I sit up ever so slightly and glance out the window. Neither of us had shut the curtains so I could see that it was raining, not pouring it down but drizzling. The rain made a pattern on the glass and I watched as the rain dripped down the glass. I shook my head lightly and laying back down, I faced away from Kyle and fell asleep.
I awoke with a jolt when I heard my phone go off with Burn Burn blaring out from under my pillow. I scrambled for my phone, praying to every God in existence that I wouldn't fall out of my bed. I heard a laugh from across the room and looked over to find Kyle sat bolt upright on his bed trying not to fall over from laughing so much. Shaking my head lightly, and getting met with more laughter from Kyle, I grabbed my phone and ignored my text message which stopped the music.
"What was so funny?" I ask once I'm sat upright in the middle of my bed so I can't fall off.
"You...ha...ha" Kyle was laughing so much that I couldn't get a coherent answer out of him. "Never mind." He said once he'd stopped laughing. I gave him possibly one of the most quizzical looks I'd ever given and joined in with his contagious laughter which had started up again. It was only then that it occurred to me that I didn't know what day it was and I didn't know what time it was.
"What day is it?" I asked when our laughter stopped. Kyle thought for about half a minute before nodding to himself.
"I believe it's Sunday." Kyle said before looking at me. "Why?"
"For some reason I believed it was Monday. What time is it?"
"Seven fifteen." Kyle answered quickly. "I'm going to get dressed." I watched as Kyle grabbed some things from his suitcase and walked into the bathroom. It only occurred to me then that my phone had gone off. Picking my phone back up I went to my messages and found the newest one.
"Why the hell did Craig text me?" I thought out loud to myself before reading the message.
Stan, you coming to breakfast with me + Ken? Cause he wants to know + I keep getting asked.
I sigh at Craig's text before typing out a reply.
Sure I'll be there, but my roomie's coming as well. At least your not getting raped instead. XD
Sighing heavily I get out of my bed and pull some jeans and a t-shirt out of my suitcase to get changed into. I pull my hoodie over my head and swap it with the t-shirt in my hand. It's only when it's on do I realise I've pulled my You Me At Six White Angel shirt on. I shrug casually and pull my jeans on then look at them to see if there's anything I didn't realise about them when I pulled them on. The only thing I can see is the rips on the knees of my jeans but then all of my jeans have rips in them, probably due to me power sliding down school corridors and falling off my skateboard. I spin on my heel looking for my shoes before realising that their in my suitcase. I slide on my knees across the laminate flooring towards my suitcase wincing when my knees hurt afterwards. Note to self: Never power slide across laminate flooring when you have ripped jeans on. Pulling some socks and my converse out of my suitcase I set about pulling them on. Standing up after I was done I looked at myself in the mirror, my You Me At Six White Angel top set off my faded blue jeans and my black converse quite well. Nodding to myself I sat back down on my bed and waited for Kyle to come back so we could go to breakfast. Kyle walked back through the door after five minutes of me sitting down and just after Craig had replied: Cool i wanna meet your roomie and yeah it is better then rape. I hadn't replied to Craig's text and smiled in Kyle's direction as I slipped my phone into my pocket. Kyle was wearing a white Young Guns Weight Of The World t-shirt with grey skinny jeans and slip on black Vans shoes. I have to admit he did look pretty hot, I have got to stop thinking like that! I'm supposed to be straight and I'm having thoughts like that!
"Ready to go?" Kyle asks when he takes a look at me. I nod before picking my phone up and shoving it in my pocket. I watch as he does the same then picks up his room key from the side and walks to the door. "Is it just us two or is their more?" He asks when he sees me grab my I-pod from my suitcase.
"Your meeting Craig today. So if you see him and Kenny walk off just ignore it." I say as I walk back towards him.
I think there's a part in my brain telling me that I was always gay, that I never was fully straight but I'm not paying attention to it as we walk towards the canteen. I know there's definitely a part in my brain telling me to grab Kyle and walk back to the dorm and it only becomes apparent when I see Craig and Kenny sat at a booth with Wendy and Bebe.
"Stan? Who are the girls with Kenny?" Kyle asks as he sees where I'm looking. Both Wendy and Kenny spot me before I have chance to answer and wave for me to join them.
"The blond girl is Bebe Stevens and the black haired girl is Wendy Testaburger." I mutter to Kyle as we approach the cramped booth. "Yo Kenny! Craig." I acknowledge the two boys before turning my back to the girls. I watched as Craig looked up from his hands at his name before nodded at me. "Craig this is Kyle Broflovski he's from Jersey. Kyle, Craig Tucker." Kyle and Craig nodded at each before Craig looked back at his hands that were interlocked with Kenny's.
"Aren't you going to introduce us Stanley?" I hear Wendy's false sugar-coated voice from behind me and I watch as Kenny mouths 'not worth it.' I shake my head lightly. "Why?" Wendy's voice is slightly sharper then before and I watch as Craig innocently untangles his hand from Kenny's and when he protests Craig just inclines his head towards me. Kenny nods before whistling innocently.
"Maybe because your a bitch Wendy? Or maybe because your only here cause Craig told you I was going to be here? Don't you think it's a bit strange that you got accepted to nearly every college in the state and you chose the one I'm at?" I ask, sharply turning to face her as I did. I watched as my words found their mark and watched as she balled her fists up on the table. Both Craig and Bebe noticed this but Bebe was the only person who could calm Wendy down, Craig had no chance.
"Wendy maybe we should go." Bebe's voice was harsh enough to let Wendy know she meant it but soft enough that Kyle wouldn't notice the underlying tone in her voice. Wendy just nodded and climbed out of the booth and walked towards a brown haired boy before sitting with him. "Nice meeting you Kyle." Bebe says softly as she walks towards Wendy, her blond hair bouncing as she walked. Kyle shook his head lightly at Bebe's futile attempts to flirt with him and slid into the booth before me.
"Who the hell were they?" Kyle asked once he was sat down. I smiled and shook my head lightly before sliding into the booth too.
"They were Bebe and Wendy, possibly two of the biggest bitches from South Park." came Craig's voice from the opposite corner. I looked at him and smiled lightly when I saw his and Kenny's hands interlocked again. Them two really did suit each other, what with Craig's "fuck-you" attitude and Kenny's calm attitude they balanced each other out.
"And whores Craig. Don't forget the whore part. He needs to know that." Kenny scolds, a joking tone clear in his voice. Craig sighs and rolls his eyes, making me laugh.
"I'm sorry love, but I know how you like to mention that bit so I purposely missed that bit out." Craig replied gently. "By the way I would hit you right now or flip you the bird but considering you have my hand..." That was more like the Craig I knew, not all mushy with Kenny, with more of an implied "fuck you Kenny!" in his tone and I knew from experience if you said that to Kenny he would try and fuck you. Kenny shook his head lightly and looked idly at his and Craig's hands.
"Okay love birds please shut the hell up." Kyle said jokingly. The two of them looked at him before shrugging, although it looked like a deformed Mexican Wave.
"I like you." Craig said openly. "You aren't afraid to speak your mind. I suppose your going to major in English." Me and Kenny shared a quick glance then our eyes widened as we realised what was going to happen.
"NO! NOT AGAIN CRAIG!" Me and Kenny yelled at the same time and as a result got some stares off some of the other students. Craig flipped them a very delicate bird with his free hand before turning back to us.
"Why?"
"Craig," I say simply "last time it took two hours for us to pull ourselves away from Clyde. Two long hours of you explaining stuff that Clyde wasn't going to remember anyway!" Kenny nods in agreement, and knowing Craig like me and Kenny did, to Craig's annoyance.
"What do you want to major in Craig?" Kyle asked quietly. I hear Kenny give a silent groan and bang his head on the table dramatically before sitting back up when Craig shakes his head.
"Psychology." Craig replied simply. I swear me and Kenny stared at him like he'd grown a dick in the middle of his forehead or boobs (Although I think if Craig had grown boobs Kenny would be trying to rape him right there, much to mine and Kyle's delight.) when he didn't say any more. "I don't feel the need to explain myself every time, Kyle seems like a smart person so he'll understand that. Unlike Clyde." Craig explained to us before shaking his head at us. Kyle as a result laughed and Kenny looked at him like he was a mutant. I raised an eyebrow at the three of them before groaning to myself as Clyde walked in.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear." I muttered as Clyde walked past. Clyde was a brown haired boy who was on the football team last year and had made my life a living hell when he heard that I was gay.
"I HEARD THAT!" I heard Damien shout from the other side of the cafeteria where he and Pip had just sat down. Clyde must of heard me mutter cause he stopped and stared at me.
"What was that Stanley?" Clyde asked sharply.
"Nothing Clyde, but I will kick your ass in sport tomorrow." The last part of my sentence comes out as a threat, not like I intended. Clyde didn't say anything he just continued walking to where Bebe and Wendy had sat.
"Clyde?" Kyle asked.
"Clyde." All three of us agreed instantly.
"I seriously want Cartman to sit on him." Craig said as he leant back into the corner of the booth pulling Kenny with him. "Cartman is the fattest person we know." He explained when he realised Kyle didn't know who Cartman was.
"You use to be Clyde's friend Craig." Kenny points out while giving Craig a look.
"And? You and Stan were Cartman's friend." Craig bent down and kissed Kenny making Kyle jump and me groan out of frustration.
"Touché." Kenny agrees after Craig pulls away. "I'm going to go get some food Craig you coming?" Kenny asks as he makes and attempt to get up. Craig grabs him by the waist and pulls him back. "I'll take that as a "your not leaving me douche bag." Am I right?" Craig nodded and Kenny laughed before trying to backhand Craig and resulted in banging his hand on the wall of the booth.
"Come on Kyle we'll go get some food." I say as I stand up. I watch as Kyle, who'd been watching Craig and Kenny intently, nods before standing up and walking to me. "Don't worry you two I'll bring you something back." I add knowing that I'd get my food nicked if I didn't bring them something back.
Me and Kyle returned with food after about five minutes. Kyle carrying his and Kenny's cereal, me carrying mine and Craig's cereal. Kyle slid into the booth first and passed Kenny his bowl, I slid into the booth after him and placed Craig's bowl in front of him. I watch as they untangle their arms from each other and laugh lightly. Kyle raises an eyebrow at the two before shaking his head at me.
"What?" Both me and Craig say at the same time as we're about to shovel food into our mouths like the Jocks we used to be.
"Nothing." Kyle says before eating his cereal like a normal person. Kenny looked at all three of us before shaking his head and eating his cereal. Craig – being the defiant git he is – placed his spoon back into his bowl and stared at Kyle. Kenny and I carried on eating – for us it was too early for his mind tricks – but Kyle just stared right back at him. "Try me Craig. I've had staring competitions with a boy who never seems to blink and believe me I won." Kyle says, folding his arms as he talked while keeping up his stare. Okay now I was interested, I placed my spoon back in my bowl and Kenny did the same.
The staring competition went on for ten minutes before both Kyle and Craig blinked at the same time. I hadn't been paying too much attention, I'd been eating cereal and thinking and in true Stan Marsh style I'd zoned out of the conversation.
"You both blinked." Kenny said as they both looked to him. "Argument avoided." I laugh at a past memory seeing as I zoned out of the conversation for a while and all three of them stared at me. "What in the name of our sweet Lords, both above and below, has got you laughing this time Stan?" Kenny's question makes me jump and I can feel everyone's eyes fall on me and I blush.
"N-nothing!" I protest quickly and I feel my cheeks burn up more then they already had done.
"You blushed Stan, and I know better then most people that when you blush your denying something." Kenny's statement makes me blush even more. The dick had to pull the whole 'I-went-out-with-you-and-I-knew-everything-about-you-then-so-I-still-do' card out of the bag and make me feel bad for denying it. Again. I give him a glare the best I can and he picks up on the fact that Kyle doesn't know I was gay. At least I hope he did. Kyle and Craig watch our silent exchange and then proceeded to look at us like we was mentally crazy when neither of us said anything else. "Craig move your ass I need to talk to Stan," Kenny says calmly. Craig raises an eyebrow but stands up and lets Kenny out. Kenny motions for me to follow him to a booth away from our booth and being the idiot like I am I followed him. "Why haven't you told Kyle?" His voice is innocent and I smile and in turn blush more. Well at least he did pick up on the fact that Kyle doesn't know I was gay.
"Because I don't have a good experience with telling people that are straight that I'm gay. Or did you forget that?" I didn't mean to snap but sometimes Kenny needed it, plus it was early and Kenny didn't do early.
"No I didn't forget that, I'm not a sieve. But what do you mean straight? I'm pretty sure that Kyle's gay. Is your gay-dar not tingling?" I give Kenny a look that says 'and-you-expect-me-to-believe-you?' and he just shakes his head.
"You only met him today Ken. How can you know that's he's gay just by looking at him?"
"He was watching me and Craig fool around. And I know that doesn't turn you on at all," He held his hands up in mock surrender at that sentence and smiled knowingly. "but the boy had a fully fledged boner, and if that doesn't mean he's gay then I don't know what the worlds come too."
"First off watching two men get off does not get me hard Kenneth. Secondly the worlds come to place where people are so scared of you and Craig that they don't want to admit that their gay. And third why the hell was you looking at his pants? You have a perfectly good boyfriend or can he not satisfy you?"
"Okay three points. One – It does, deal with it. Two – Well fuck them. Three – I was merely curious and Craig can satisfy me thank you. Oh and another thing, he didn't try and flirt back when Bebe tried it on."
"Four points. One – I'm sorry Kenneth but I won't 'deal with it'. Two – Who's fucking them, me or you? Three – I don't wanna know about your sex life, thank you. Four – Okay I don't have a witty comeback for my supposed 'fourth' point." My reply comes almost naturally to me and it suddenly feels like last year when I was going out with Kenny before he was with Craig and we was joking about everything and anything.
"That mean I win?"
"No." He smiles sweetly at me and I frown. "Fine, you win."
"Yay!" Kenny shouts and succeeds in drawing the attention of everyone around us. I bang my head on the table and groan and I can feel Kenny's happiness at winning the argument fade. "Your not going to tell him are you?"
"That I'm gay?" I murmur into the table. "Fuck no!" I add as I sit back up when Kenny taps my neck. I only sat up because I knew he'd run his fingers down my back and he knows what that does to me.
"I think he'll take it pretty well..." Kenny's voice trails off as he sees Craig and Kyle laugh.
"Oh God, don't you start with the psychology crap too."
"I'm not going to but you should tell him. Then he might not mind if you noticeably stare at him and his unbelievably hot ass." I give Kenny a glare but from the look on his face I can tell it's a joke and in that same instant I smile with him.
"If I tell him will you get off my case?" I watch as Kenny gives a fast nod. "Fine. Now can we go back to our booth before your boyfriend starts making out with my roomie?" Kenny laughs as I stand up then follows me.
"Sure." He says as we start walking. "Although I'm pretty sure Craig would only do that to get you hard." He whispers in my ear as we reach our booth and I feel my cheeks heat up. Craig looks at us and gives Kenny a long hard stare.
"Did you just tease Stan about what gets him horny Kenny?" Craig asks as Kenny sits next to him again and I look potentially awkward sat next to Kyle rubbing my hands up and down my jeans. Just like Kenny had intended he'd managed to get me hard and like most of my problems it wasn't going to go away to easily. Kenny gives Craig an innocent look and they both look at me and smile knowingly.
"And what would that be?" Kyle's quiet question stops us all and I blush more. Kenny looks at Craig with a 'you-dare-tell-him' look and Craig nods.
"It's for Stan to know. For us to never tell. And for you to figure out Kyle." Craig answers and looks very angelic. Too angelic. Me and Kenny shrug then I look at Kyle who'd started to blush. His blush made my problem suddenly come back to the forefront of my brain. At that precise moment I realised this problem could be solved by me simply going to the toilet. I stood up calmly, well aware that my boner was probably visible through my skinnies but that was way down on my list of problems. Right down there with 'working out how to do laundry. Without massacring my clothes.'
"I need the toilet." I say very calmly and I'm happy to her that the lust I feel isn't creeping it's way into my voice. None of them say anything and just nod and start talking about some band I've not heard of; Flyleaf. And none of them say bye as I as I start to walk out of the room.
Once I'm out of the cafeteria I practically sprint to the toilets about two hundred yards down, find a stall and lock myself in it. I breathe a sigh of relief and sit on the toilet. I start thinking about how quick my life has changed since I met Kyle and I make a mental note to slap Kenny when I next see him without Craig seeing as the boy had managed to make me hard over a boy I'd only just met. Groaning to myself when I realise I've got at least a year of Craig and Kenny teasing me about Kyle, I place my head in my hands and sigh.