Thanks for all the reviews I have gotten so far! I really appreciate it! I was thinking about the last chappie and you know, I was going to have Cartman beat the shit outta them until I figured out that would be totally random and I'll probably have to save that for a diff story. ; lol I think it would be a very fun fic to write! If anyone does write one like that dedicate it to me! lol

Kyle was roused when he felt tense jerking. He groggily opened his sleep filled eyes and almost smiled lustily at his bed partner before remembering himself. "Dude, where's my fucking clothes?!" Stan yelped out on a panic, "I didn't do anything I would regret if I remembered did I?!"

The Jewish red head arched an irritated eyebrow at his panicking friend, debated on whether to make up some story or not, then decided he had gone through enough for one weekend and that he would be let off the hook with the truth. "Other than barfing and pissing yourself all fucking night and leaving me to clean up after you, no. You fucking did not do anything you would regret, thanks to me! And…"

Before he could spout off another smart-ass comment a pair of muscular arms engulfed him and his friend's body pressed itself firmly against his own. "Thanks Kye…" Stan whispered through the teen's gingery curly hair. Kyle just hoped Stan couldn't feel the way his heart was pounding as he hesitantly reached around him and took him in a similar embrace. "Hey, what are friends for, dude?"

The moment quickly slipped away as the two guys pushed each other away and went to retrieve Stan's clothes, which were now wrinkled, as well as sour and slimy. Kyle just shrugged the fact aside and let Stan borrow his jacket after he had wiped the nasty jeans clean the best he could. "That'll have to do until you get home I guess…"

The walk home was warm and nice as the sun shined happily upon them, enhancing Stan's massive headache. "Dude, I may barf again from the pain…" Kyle just crossed him arms and kept walking. "Serves you right, and if you do, barf in the other direction. I have had enough Stan liquids on me to last a life time!"

Though he could think of one liquid he had always secretly wanted that he would never get tired of…

"Oh yah, we are going to the beach, Stan, you promised."

Stan cocked his head towards the Jew. "What are you talking about Kyle?" The inquisitive look almost hurt Kyle's feelings but he decided he wouldn't remember anything after being plastered like that either…not that he ever had. No, he would probably always be the goody-goody one when it came to drugs and alcohol.

He rolled his eyes anyway. "Last night you promised you would go to the beach with me this summer since I took such good care of you, and I'm holding you to that promise, just you and me."

Stan smirked. "Sure, I would go…except it'll never happen! Dude, we don't even have a car, much less the cash!"

The red head grinned in return. "Dude, my dad is a lawyer; he'll spot me since I'm going to college in the fall. And the car thing, renting one is probably the best solution. All we need is to get some swim trunks!"

Stan's head ached a little more at the thought of going to the beach. His girlfriend would kill him if he left her on their last summer before she went off to college…really kill him.

"Dude, you know Wendy would have a shit fit! There's no way…" he finally admitted to his best friend. He knew the face he was going to get before it even came. A slightly blushing pout turning itself into a fake grin as soon as it could. That was his best friend, the guy he knew backwards and forwards…

"Yah, ok…I guess we could just hang out around here…it was only a thought…" the red headed Jew said through his grinning teeth before the boys stopped in front of his house, making Stan ache a little in his chest. He hated hurting his best friend's feelings, but Wendy seriously would have him castrated. Kyle turned away from him and headed towards his door where he unlocked it and strolled inside.

Stan watched as the heavy front door groaned shut. Then he heard Mrs. Broflovski…

The raven haired young man could not force himself to follow his route on home as he listened to her howls of outrage through the door and all the way to the street where he was. "Kyle Broflovski, young man, where have you been all night? You smell like cheep beer and piss! I can't believe you, of all people to be out at all hours doing Moses knows what! You are supposed to be a role model for your little brother!"

Stan could barely make out the mumbled apology from his best friend before the angry mother went on.

"You are going to a large university in the fall! That is going to take a lot of responsibility and discipline! If you can't show a little now how are you going to in college? You are grounded! Now go up to your room and think about this!"

Kyle's face was beet red from embarrassment as he trudged up the stairs and made his way into his old room. At least he hadn't invited Stan inside. He would probably have laughed at him for being grounded at eighteen. He slumped over into his bed and laid quiet for a few seconds before hearing Stan's voice, much to his horror.

"Mrs. Broflovski, it's my fault…Kyle just watched out for me last night! Please don't take it out on him! We even made a plan to maybe go to the beach this summer if it's ok with you and Mr. Broflovski, to keep me out of trouble…I'm very sorry to get Kyle mixed up in this…"

The Jew thought he was going to die, and he wasn't sure of what; embarrassment or happiness. Did Stan really mean it? Depression overtook him. His friend was just saying that to get his pussy ass out of trouble…

I got grounded when I was eighteen. Lol My mom was a lot like Kyle's before she got remarried. I hate that I haven't put any more angst in it. I love angst. ; Suffer men suffer. Lol

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