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"What the fuck asshole! What the hell do you think your doing?"
Woah.
Whatever that was, it woke me up. I blinked sleepily, my mind clearing like steam evaporating into thin air. I was at Bebe's party. I turned over slightly on the bed, adjusting my eyes to the dark room around me; the only light coming from the floor below which had flooded up the stairs and through our door. How long had I been asleep?
The alarm clock next to me told me it was three am, wow, I must have been out for awhile; when me and Marnie got together it was twenty five to twelve. Marnie. Glancing to my left, there she was, fast asleep with my right arm over her; completely oblivious to the row that was coming our way.
"Don't you do that again you hear? In fact- get out of my house before I get someone to beat the crap out of you!"
I saw Bebe storm past the door, her sheer quake making it creek open even more. She was furious, her red strappy dress barley clinging to her body. I'd hate to be the person she was pissed at.
"I didn't do anything wrong bitch!" I heard another voice shout back. "You didn't put a fucking sock on the door, or Kahl's underpants. How the hell was I supposed to know you were making a booty call?"
"GET OUT!"
Cartman. I heard him grumble distantly, before he called back. "Yeah, well don't start crying when your hooters are flapping around your ankles cause you never kept your bra on enough!"Uh oh. There was a few thumps and clatters down the staircase, before it all fell silent. I sighed in relief, jealous of Marnie's deep sleeper trait. As I was about to snuggle back down and nurse my thumping head, I saw an orange figure at the end of the hall; Kyle. He barley had his jacket on right, and his shirt was missing. I frowned as he staggered out the doorway and hit the wall right infront of him, which knocked him to the ground.
Someone who couldn't sense a wall centimeters away was dangerously drunk, and Kyle also had a sex hungry woman after him- he couldn't make it on his own. I had to help him.
I groaned slightly, retracting my arm from Marnie I rolled out of my side of the bed -even though it wasn't our house, never mind bed- and quickly pulled my jeans on, and hoodie. Then I kissed Marnie's cheek gently and whispered that I would be back soon, that bed was hella' comfy. As I walked into the hallway Kyle literally fell into my arms, I smiled very weakly and slung my arm around him; supporting him.
"C'mon buddy." I whispered, helping him very slowly and carefully down the stairs to the first floor. Then in the same fashion, we descended the second flight of stairs to the ground floor, where from the hallway I could see Stan in the sitting room. He was in the corner with Wendy leant against him, whispering to her and chuckling. I wasn't sure if he'd shagged her yet, but I quickly decided no as Wendy stepped back from one of the whispers. She said something to Stan who said something back, looking confused and upset. Uh oh. Again.
Wendy quickly made her exit to the dining room past a couple making out on the sofa. Was that Craig and Tweek? Stan immediately went to follow his lady beau, but stopped when he saw me struggling to support Kyle; who had slumped down practically unconscious.
"Kyle!" he cried running over. "What the hell?" he supported Kyle's left side while I had the right. I heard Kyles stomach squelch and churn, which was never a good sign.
"Lets take him out back." I muttered to Stan, who nodded, and together we helped Kyle through the room to the conservatory and out through a screen door. I lowered him onto the high rise patio, helping him to sit up on the wall. He groaned and I just patted his back before stepping away. Stan was his best friend, he would want to take over.
"H-hey Kenny..gee golly, is Kyle okay?"
I'd forgotten about Butters. I turned to see the pipsqueak next to me,perfectly sober;but his face pale as he watched my friends.
"What do you think?" I asked, as we both witnessed Stan pulling off Kyle's hat; and holding his red curls back as Kyle puked down the side of the wall.
"I - I guess not..." Butters replied, twiddling his thumbs as he does. I smiled lightly at him, before fondly punching his face very softly; in a mimicking way. Why was his face sticky? I asked him, and he blushed deeply; continuing to play with his freakin' thumbs.
"Butters..." I asked, genuinely curious. "Have you been kissing a girl?" I smirked coyly, little Butters!
"No!" Butters cried firmly. "Well..you see..uh..."
He jumped at the sudden sound of Kyle retching and hurling a second time. I took his hand, pulling him towards the screen door.
"Lets go back inside." I said in an authoritive voice, so Butters didn't object.
We sat on the cracked brown leather couch, and squashed up with another couple who were all over each other. Butters was pressed against me very closely and I was exhausted. I thought about Marnie back in bed upstairs, all alone...and I longed to go, but for some reason I stayed where I was. Butters must have been really tired too, because within moments his head was leant against my shoulder blade; mouth agape and snoring. Laughing to myself silently I rested my head on my hand, watching the archway waiting for Stan and Kyle. But I couldn't hold out, and pretty soon I was also asleep on the couch, my arm around Butters Stotch.
Kyle
I dunno' what happened. Maybe Abraham was watching over me or something, but as I lay there confessing my sexuality to myself something happened. The door burst open, and a huge fat person was stood in the doorway. "Jesus!" he cried. "That fag lied! This is not where they keep the peanut butter!"
Cartman? Whoever it was, interrupted us and Bebe was up in a flash screaming blue murder. I lay back, my head feeling heavy as I listened to them move along the landing; arguing for all there was worth.
I willed myself to move and I rolled slightly, before falling off the edge of the bed. Weather the fall hurt or not I didn't know, I was too numb or drunk to feel the pain. I reached out for the bright orange zip up across from me, clumsily pulling it on and fiddling with the zipper. Using the nearby desk I pulled myself to my feet and walked out of the door - bamn. How did I get on the floor? I lay there, feeling bubbly now.
"I'm a starfish." I whispered to myself in disbelief, but how did I do it? I was suddenly up on my feet again, I think I levitated up; I saw Kenny in front of me. He smiled at me and put his arm around me, I didn't think this was the moment for a hug; I'd just turned into a starfish and I was still quite alarmed and didn't know how to tell my mother. Could you get Jewish starfishes? Starfish Broflovski.
"C'mon buddy." he whispered to me, and I closed my eyes to relax for a moment. When I opened them we were on the ground floor, but that was it. My head fell forward and I followed it; blacking out.
When I awoke then, I was outside; the cool air doing wonders for my temperature. I was with Stan now, my super best friend. The nice bubbly feeling was gone and I felt kinda' ill. I wanted to cry now. Stan took my hat off for me, and pulled my hair back as I was thrown forward, puking over the wall. Shivering I didn't know whether or not I should cry in front of my friend, I didn't want to seem like a pussy. Suddenly I puked again, and fell backwards onto my back, flat out on the patio. The bubbly feeling shot through my body again.
"Are you okay Kyle?" Stan leaned over me, concern and worry etched over his face.
"Stan," I croaked, parched. "Don't be alarmed, but I've become a starfish!"
His eyes widened, oh goodness he was shocked. Infact he fell back beside me and laughed his ass off. Nervous laugh I suppose. He then sat up and wiped a tear from his eye, and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Kyle, I need you to tell me...did Bebe do anything to you?"
I looked at him, and suddenly it flooded back. I frowned turning away. "Oh God, God."
"Kyle what did she do?" Stan demanded, loudly.
"She gave me booze." I said firstly, which was true. Bebe had poured beverage after beverage down my throat. I think it was the Smirnoff.
"So she did this to you." Stan confirmed flatly. "What else?"
"I think she tried to have sex with me." I told him. "But then Cartman came, and she ran off. I think fatass ate her."
Stan laughed again, but more dryly. "I see."
"But you know what?" I leaned in closer to him. "I didn't want it. Not at all."
"I know you didn't, and I'm sorry I tried to pers-"
"Do you know why I didn't want it?" I continued, I couldn't let him stop me; not now. "I'm gay Stan." I confessed finally, to the first person other than myself. "And I think I like you." with that note, I leaned in quickly; kissing Stan on the lips, varying the pressure between soft and firm. I had waited for this.
Stan
I remember thinking earlier today, that how after Bebe bragged about tonight; it had better be as good as she said. And fortunately for her, it was. From my position in the sitting room, I had seen so much tonight. I had seen Craig make out with two guys I assumed to be Clyde and Tweek, before he walked into the door and passed out behind the TV. Right now a sensible and sober Token was trying to get him out, so he could take him home; I think it took several mentionings of Stripe before Craig atleast attempted to move.
I myself was with Wendy the whole evening, I dunno' if she's ever taken dance classes; but she was awesome tonight, and I knew people were jealous when she started sexy dancing against me, thrusting her pelvis toward mine. I copied her movements and it got seriously hot all of a sudden, and when she wrapped her arms around my neck tightly; I couldn't help it, and pulled her into the corner where we made out solidly for ten minutes. I knew I was ready, and I just hoped she was too.
"Your so hot." I whispered in her ear, and she giggled; kissing my neck she slid her lips down it; giving quick licks with her tongue before sucking the base. Major hickey for me...not that I cared. I was so into this, I slid my hands up her back and leaned closer.
"I'm ready." I whispered, and Wendy looked up at me, her eyes wide. "For what?" she replied and I felt my cheeks flush. "To y'know," I shrugged. "Have sex."
Wendy seemed completely turned off by this, "Thats nice Stan, but did you think to ask me if I'm ready?" she frowned, "And I always thought..." she stepped back. "Never mind." she said, turning away she stormed off toward the dining room. Shit.
"Wendy!" I called, about to follow her when Kenny staggered into the room, Kyle handing from his shoulder. Crap, this party had gone wrong in seconds.
"Kyle!" I called now, going over to them. "What the hell?" I asked as Kyle slumped down further, he was more fucked up than Craig. I helped support his other side, and Kenny said we should take him outside; since Kenny is a frequent drinker, his advice was probably the best.
We reached the patio and Kenny backed off, leaving me with my best friend. I helped him sit up and watched as he opened his eyes slowly, looking confused. He groaned and I squeezed his arm, to let him know I was here for him. Then his eyes widened and I felt him shudder as he gagged- crap. I smiled at him weakly before taking off his hat.
"I'm just here Kyle." I muttered as I pulled back his hair, just in time as he lurched forward puking down the wall. When he was done he leaned back slightly, geez he looked really ill. I was about to talk to him when he puked again, so I just held his hair back for him, until he was finished when he fell back; flat out onto the ground. Kyle wasn't just my best friend, he was my super best friend; and I had to make sure he was all right, even if it meant leaving Wendy.
"Are you okay Kyle?" I glanced down at him worriedly, had he passed out?
"Stan!" Kyle whispered, almost inaudible. I leaned closer to hear better, when Kyle spluttered and said, "Don't be alarmed, but I've become a starfish."
You can't honestly tell me, that if your drunken bud said that; you wouldn't laugh. Cus' I did. A lot. I was on the floor, sides aching; tears streaming down my cheeks. Here I was, all worried that Kyle was dying a drunken death, and he's all shit up cause' he thinks he's turned into a freaking starfish.
After a minute or so I consoled myself and sat up, wiping my eye; I watched Kyle as he stared into the sky, still looking as confused as hell. It was about here I realised how bad it must be for him, and I felt angry that he was so drunk. I thought about Bebe, and her plans to get him smashed off his face, so she could fuck him. How could I have let him out of my sight? I nervously but gently put my hand on his shoulder.
"Kyle, I need you to tell me...did Bebe do anything to you?"
Kyle slowly turned his head to face me, staring blankly before he turned away again frowning."Oh God, God." What the hell did the bitch do to him?
"Kyle what did she do?" I shouted angrily, I swear if she hurt him I would give her hell.
"She gave me booze." Kyle said slowly.I remembered watching Bebe hand drinks around all evening, mostly to Kyle. After awhile they disappeared and I forgot. Again how could I?
"So she did this to you." I confirmed, seriously piqued."What else?"
"I think she tried to have sex with me." Kyle replied, his eyes growing wide in remembrance. "But then Cartman came, and she ran off. I think fatass ate her."
Drunk, but still a hatred for fatboy. I had to laugh, just a little. "I see."
"But you know what?" Kyle sat up easily, watching me with his green eyes. "I didn't want it. Not at all."
My stomach knotted, I knew he hadn't want it. And I'd left him in Bebe's clutches. Running a hand through my hair, I sighed guiltily.
"I know you didn't, and I'm sorry I tried to pers-"
"Do you know why I didn't want it?" Kyle continued, and I nodded urging him to carry on. "I'm gay Stan."
What?
"And I think I like you."
What?
I was ready to question this, alot- but I didn't have chance, as Kyle leaned over and kissed me. Like a real kiss. Like it meant something. When he leaned back, he looked away; his face matching his hair. I felt sorry for him, he was so drunk he thought he was gay; and of course I'd never tell anyone he kissed me- but still.
"The parties over for us Kyle." I sighed, getting up. We would go back to my place, and I'd just have to make up some story for my parents. We couldn't stay here, not while Kyle was hallucinating about being a gay starfish. I reached my hand out to help him up, when I realised he'd passed out again. Geez.
Unsure how to do it,I slid an arm under Kyle's legs, and the other under his back. Kyle weighs so little, its funny. His head lolled against my chest and I carried him into the house, where I looked for Token, so we could get a ride back to my place, and put Kyle to bed.
Butters POV
Now I aint a party pooper. No sir. I just don't like Bebe's parties. I really wanted to stay home tonight, and watch Stuart Little like. He's such a rascal, and that kitty Snowbell, he reminds me of Eric. But Kenny came over, and told my parents I was stayin' at his house tonight. They made sure I wasn't wearing odd socks and let me go.
I wasn't lying before. I wasn't kissing a girl. I was kissing Eric, he sure is a hypocrite. Everyday he goes on about gays and fags, and how he hates em' but when he's had a drink he gets all sad and stuff. He started cryin' tonight, callin' me an asshole for showin' everyone the video of him as Britney Spears. Then he kissed my cheek and other naughty stuff. I don't wanna sound mean but he was to fat to push away. When he stopped he fell over Craig and I saw Kenny with Stan and Kyle, so I followed him. Kyle sure did look a bit ill, he was even sickers all over Bebe's wall!
Kenny said we should go back inside so I did, and we fell asleep on the sofa. It was mighty comfy, but I was woken up about fifteen minutes later by Token; who wanted me to help him carry Craig to the car. Kenny was gone then, and I didn't know where so I helped Token carry Craig. Craig sure was heavy, and he kept twitching and stuff and shouting "Stripe!".
When we got him in the back seat, Stan came out carrying Kyle; begging Token to drive them home. Token agreed and they lifted Kyle into the back with Craig, so the pair of em' were lay across the back seat all passed out; drunk as skunks. Then Token said I couldn't get a ride home cause there was only room for Stan and him in the front, unless I lay across the floor. I didn't wanna get left behind, so I agreed.
Before I could get in though, Clyde ran outside shouting. "Wait wait!" he made us three stand aside while he climbed in the front, and took a picture of Craig and Kyle passed out with his Iphone. Stan asked him what was he doing, but Clyde just laughed and ran back inside. I wanted to go to the young mans room then, but Token and Stan looked really annoyed at me.
"Butters, just get in the goddamn car or we're going without you." Stan said, so I said "Gee okay." and climbed in, laying across the floor. Token and Stan got in front and Token started the car.
"Maybe we should sing a song fellers." I suggested. "To raise our spirits."
"No Butters." Stan said "We're not singing, and if you do; we'll stop the car, chuck you out, and kick your ass."
"Oh Okay." I decided I better not sing. I just lay there as Token and Stan talked about whether they should dump Craig on his doorstep, or take him to Tokens place. They decided on taking him to Token's which was mighty nice, and then Token turned the corner; and Craig rolled off the seat onto me. It hurt cause Craig is pretty heavy.
"Aw shit." Token cursed and Stan shrugged. "It doesn't matter, it makes it easier for me to get Kyle."
"Uh fellers, can you help me?" I asked, as the car stopped. Craig was drooling on me and Eric said Craig kissed Strip alot, and I didn't want Stripe's drool on me.
"No." Stan said as he got out the car, he shut the passenger door and opened the back one, pulling Kyle out a bit; before carrying him again. Then he said bye to Token and shut the door. Tonight was strange, I thought as Token drove away. Lots of the guys had kissed each other, and I was pretty sure I saw Bebe and Wendy doin' something really friendly, even for girls.
Luckily it was over now, and nobody could rip on me again. As Craig farted, making Token shout alot; I wondered what Kenny was up to back at the party.
Kenny
I only slept on the sofa for a few minutes. I felt bad about leaving the little guy, but Butters was out for the night; and I wanted to get back to Marnie. I slowly slid out from between him and the couch. At school on Monday, I would grill him about who sucked his face. I drunkenly climbed the stairs, (I was nowhere as near as bad as Kyle) and found the bedroom I left Marnie in. Shutting the door I grinned, kicking my shoes and jeans off, followed by my parka. I got in the bed which was still warm and snuggled up to her, putting my arm around her. It didn't take long before I was sleeping like a baby.
I was woken up in the morning by the sunlight, glaring in over the curtains. Party over. I turned to Marnie, who was still asleep. I could of gone back for seconds and she would be fast asleep. I lay back, smiling to myself despite my morning glory. It was then that Marnie finally stirred, and we kissed good morning; and I got up and dressed. She did the same and we left the bedroom, stepping over passed out drunkards all over the place. On the ground floor I passed Tweek who was sat on a bean bag, watching the morning news; coffee in hand.
"Need a ride home Tweek?" I offered, and he shook his head furiously.
"No! I'm supposed to stay here and guard Clyde from the underpants gnomes! But what if they get me? I haven't seen Clyde all night! AGH!" he twitched and Marnie jumped, startled.
"Okay, see you on Monday Tweek..." I shrugged, taking Marnie's hand leading her out front, where my faded blue truck was parked under a huge pine tree. Just my luck, birds had crapped all over the window. I got in, and waited till Marnie had her seat belt fastened before I reversed fiercely; not caring about the dirt that flew up into the air. Any trash left over was Bebe's problem.
We drove along in silence, apart from when Marnie directed to me to her home. The ride was about fifty minutes, and we eventually reached a little one story ramshackle house on the outskirts of town.
"Well thanks Kenny." Marnie said, smiling at me. We nodded to each other and I watched her, as she climbed out and walked through the weeds to the red door. And that's whats so great about one night stands, you meet, you fuck, you take her home...and you never have to see her again.
Stan
Sneaking into your home at four am is not easy. Especially not when your trying to support your drunken best friend who has suddenly regained consciousness; and singing softly. 'Imagination...imagi-na-tionnn'
I managed it though, barley. Kyle wasn't too hard to get up the stairs, and when we reached my room I let him collapse onto my bed. I had practically forgotten what had happened at the party. I mean, it was a drunken accident. And boy was Kyle pissed.
I tried to settle on the floor but it wasn't comfy at all, and when I lay on a plug- that was it. I got up and walked over to my bed, shoving Kyle gently.
"Move dude." I sighed, and he rolled over easily; allowing me space to climb in. We lay top and tail, and I don't think either of us immediately went to sleep.
I stared at the moon out of my window, and listened as Kyle murmured drunkenly to himself. Then he started up again. "Imagination- I-mag-i-na-tion."
I cracked a smile here, it was kinda' funny.
"All right." I said quietly, and closed my eyes. "Imagination." I joined in. "Imagi-nation, nation- nation. Imagination..."
The two of us sang softly, and it worked as a lullaby; cause pretty soon Kyle's singing voice turned into soft little snores. I smiled to myself again, glad I could finally rest knowing he was safe; and sucumbed to sleep.
When I awoke in the morning it was quiet, I lay still for a moment letting the sun warm my face. I then sat up and smirked as Kyle snoozed silently, still in the same position he had passed out in. I pushed myself up and swung my legs out of bed, if I was going to weave a story to my parents, I should probably go now. It was still quiet when I walked down the hall and stairs, was everybody still in bed? Walking into the kitchen I noticed a note on the table:
Stan,
If you get home and we're not here, we've gone to the mall to get Grandpa new bedsheets, he ruined his others again.
Mom
x
Sweet. Not the grandpa pissing his bed thing, the fact everybodys out so they don't know I never stayed at Kyles. Thanks Grandpa. He was still rattling around now, and he's really hating being one hundred and nine. I got two cups out of the cupboard to make coffee for Kyle and me, as I poured it I heard him come in behind me.
"Stan?"
"Morning dude." I smiled over my shoulder, bringing the coffee to the table. "Better today?"
Kyle paled as he shakily pulled a chair out. "What did I do?" he asked and I smiled. "You thought you were a starfish and sung the Imagination song, not a big deal." It was probably best not to mention Bebe nearly raped him. Or that he drunkenly told me he was gay and kissed me. I pushed the cup of coffee across the table to him and he wrapped his hands around it, staring into the murky depths. I took a big swig of mine, before smirking.
"If it helps, Craig was shit faced as well. We had to lug the pair of you home in the back of Token's car."
Kyle gave a small smile, but I could tell he was thinking desperately about something; like he was trying to remember. I left him alone while I finished my coffee, when I noticed his face slowly grow an unatural red.
"Dude, Kyle?"
"Shit I'm sorry dude."
I didn't know what he was talking about for a second, then I realised; I rolled my eyes and smiled calmly at him. "It's okay Kyle, you were drunk; very, I know you weren't yourself."
"Yeah..." Kyle tilted his head downwards more, so his hair covered his face. Was he that embarrassed?
"I won't tell anybody, promise." I added to assuage him.
"Its not that." Kyle sighed and it was here I began to get alot more suspicious, was he hiding something? "I was drunk yeah, but..." he mumbled the last part, and I didn't hear it.
"What?" I frowned and Kyle looked up, his face flaming. "I meant what I said!" he cried. "I'm gay, and..and I like you!"
"Kyle, when did you decide that?" I frowned, just last week we were talking about boobs!
"I've kinda known for awhile, and then, last night when Bebe tried-"
"Exactly, you panicked!" I concluded. "People don't just decide they're gay on a whim Kyle." I stood up and put my mug in the sink, unable to look at him.
"No, I decided I was gay when I didn't feel any attraction to girls." Kyle frowned, "That was awhile ago,but it was last night; I decided I like you."
I couldn't believe it. He was serious.
"Please don't tell. I'm not ready to admit to everyone. And I'd never hear the end of it from Cartman." Kyle continued in a more subdued tone.
"I won't tell." I promised. Kyle was gay, but he was still my best bud.
"Again, I'm sorry." Kyle stood up, turning he ran out the kitchen quickly.
"Kyle!" I groaned following him, but when I reached the front door he was already to far away.
This chapter kinda' sums the party up. C: I love Craig, and I always pictured him as the hardcore guy who gets shit faced and passes out at the party...
Butters was hard to write D: I tried to speak the way he would and after that I couldn't stop saying 'gee whizz' to myself...
Now this is over, the real fun -for me- can begin in the next chapter. Please review!!