And he never replied.
Stan woke sometime in the afternoon to a text from Kenny. He shifted about in his bed so that his back lay against the headboard and reached for his phone, glancing at the message before locking the screen. The blonde said something about his parents heading out for the night, and asked if he felt like attending a party. The boy's had never been popular, but they were known for having a good time so of course other teens would be there and well, Kenny only threw them so he could have his pick of the litter.
While the boy was gorgeous, with his blonde hair always hanging against his face in beautiful golden locks, and that smile which seemed to light up the whole room, there was something about him that hadn't changed. He wasn't interested in relationships or having someone cling to him, he didn't like the idea of just having to stick with one person for too long. So he threw these parties for one reason, and one reason alone. He didn't care if you were male, female, straight or not; he'd come after you. And there was hardly ever a person who could say no to his advances, no matter how hard they tried.
Stan sighed and walked to his closet, rummaging through the clothes that hung from their hangers. There were denim pants, ranging from a hue of faded blue to black, and white plain tees. Surely there was something different in here from the rest? And that's when he found it, a navy blue tank that would seem befitting for this evening. With some gray jeans, baggy enough to hang from his hips, but tight so that he couldn't trip over the hem. He didn't care for showing off skin, and often hide himself in that old blue jacket, but tonight everyone was going to be drinking, making a complete fool of themselves, and surely no one would care to remember what he wore to this party.
He threw the clothing onto the bed and marched downstairs, in an attempt to kill time. Sharon was out tending to some errands, and Randy was at work, leaving the house to him and Shelly, who rarely left her room. So he cooked himself some eggs and sat himself on the couch, watching rerun after rerun of Terrance and Phillip. How they all use to pile into this very room, eager to see what those two Canadians were up to now, and that day where they waited anxiously, only to find that they had replaced their favorite program with the Queef Sisters. He chuckled at this, growing lost in his own memories as hours passed and day turned to night.
He found himself back upstairs changing into the outfit that he had laid out. He smoothed the wrinkles from the old shirt as he looked to the mirror that hung atop his dresser, deciding on that same blue beanie to cover his hair. He wasn't satisfied with how he looked, but it wasn't bad so he left, giving a brief explanation to his mom before walking out into the night. The boy watched as cars passed him by, their headlights lighting the streets as he turned the corner. After a few minutes the cars ceased, and the street turned narrow, as he walked further. The lawns soon turned yellow, guarded by chain linked fences, dogs barked and from somewhere off into the distance someone yelled. But Stan paid no attention to it and instead walked up an oil stained driveway that lead to the McCormick's residence.
Stan let himself in, smiling as Kenny greeted him at the door. And from the crowd of faces, he found some to be familiar. Clyde was dancing to some upbeat song that played on the speakers, and Cartmen was picking a fight with some woman. Kyle was seated in the corner of the room, seemingly bored as Bebe desperately tried to catch his attention, placing a hand against his thigh as she continued to talk, and Butters was there to, laughing as he danced with a friend of his. He sighed and found his way to the drinks, taking up a shot glass as he poured himself some vodka.
"Nice to see you in something different for a change."
Kenny stood next to him, fixing himself another drink as he glanced towards his friend who downed the shot without much of a thought.
"Yeah, whatever."
Stan poured himself another one, glancing to those around him before downing this one too. The liquid burned at his throat as it made its way down into the pit of his stomach, and it was after his fourth one that he began to feel its effects. And it was at this point that Kenny took the bottle with a shake of the head, "That's enough for now dude, control yourself."
The boy glanced at the blonde, yanking the bottle from his hands as he sulked into the other room, pushing passed the crowds of people as he took another swig of vodka. Cussing and swearing when someone shouldered him or even looked at him the wrong way.
When Kenny found him again he was in a corner, sipping at the alcohol, his cheeks red from intoxication. The blonde stepped forward and took the empty bottle from the boy, placing it to the side as he helped him up.
"Dance with me?"
He led Stan into the crowd, becoming lost within the people as the blonde began to move his hips to the rhythm, blue eyes gazing at the boy who stood awkwardly in front of him.
"Come on Stan, like this."
He reached for the boy's hands, grasping them within his own as the two began to dance, with Kenny seeming as beautiful as ever, and Stan tripping over his own two feet. But the blonde took this in stride and simply laughed, pulling his friend in close as the two danced side by side.
Kenny held him close, with one hand placed against the boy's side, and then he leaned in, his breathe hot against Stan's ear.
"Let's take this somewhere else?"
Stan turned to glance at his friend, to tear himself away, but it was in that moment where his eyes met those soft baby blues that he all but melted into the blonde's arms and allowed himself to be led away from the group, down the hall way and into the room. When the door shut, Kenny began to undress himself, and Stan's confidence began to falter.
"H-hey Kenny," He stuttered, anxious from the situation they were now in, "I-I'm really n-not that attractive I mean y-you could do so much better."
"uh huh." Kenny reached for Stan again, to bring the boy back into his arms, but Stan pulled back.
"I mean it Kenny." He began again, putting distance between the two of them, "Go pick someone else, like Butters. B-Butters is beautiful too."
Kenny sighed and looked towards his friend, crossing his arms against his chest, "I think it's cute that you really don't know how attractive you are."
"Huh?"
"Yeah," He continued on, moving towards his own bed as he sat against the matt, "You think all these people are so good looking, but when it comes to yourself, you think you're like this dweeb or some shit. You don't realize how people look at you, how gorgeous you really are and I think that's cute."
"You m-must be confused." Stan stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief, "I'm not g-gorgeous."
"But you are?" The blonde stood again and slowly made his way towards the boy, blue eyes daring as they stared at one another, "You hide yourself from people, when all they want is to get near you. You're good looking, a complete stunner, but you lack that self confidence that you need. Let me give it to you Stan, let me give you that confidence you deserve."
Stan found himself standing right in front of the boy, with those same baby blue eyes staring down at him, as if begging for him to say that this was alright. But it wasn't, was it? To Kenny this was just another fuck, someone he could place under his belt, hold at his beck and call.
"I like someone else."
"And yet you're here, with me?"
Stan stared at the boy and then fled from the room, marching down that same hallway as he soon found himself in the crowd, pushing passed people as they danced and yelled. From the corner of the room he saw Bebe, and when he glanced towards Kyle their eyes met, and the boy stood with his mouth slightly ajar. His eyes watching Stan as he left the house.
He slammed the door shut and ran towards the lawn, his feet kicking at the fence as the chains rattled against themselves. Dogs began to bark as he began to swear, each kick seemingly harder than the last.
"Stan?"
The boy turned for a moment, looking towards his best friend who stood watching, hands jammed into the denim of his jeans as he stood on the porch with Bebe trailing close behind him.
"Kyle. What's up?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing." His friend continued on staring, tilting his head slightly as he thought, "You been drinking?"
"It's whatever, I'm going home."
"I'll come with." Kyle stood beside his friend as they both walked down the street, turning a corner as they left the party, "She was getting on my nerves anyway, so what's up dude?"
Stan glanced towards his friend before focusing back on the street, his body faintly swaying from side to side. What could he say? How would he say it? That their horny friend had tried to use him for the night, but then again in all this chaos, Kenny did have a point. What was he doing with him, when he could've been out with Kyle?
"Stan?"
"It's nothing ok? God damn it why won't you just fuck off?"
The two fell silent as they both continued to walk, and when they rounded the corner onto Stan's street, Kyle continued walking. Following the boy into his own home as the two quietly made their way upstairs and into his bedroom. Stan watched his friend who jumped on his bed, shifting his weight so that he lay on one side, leaving just enough room for his friend.
In the dimly lit room Stan moved about, taking his shirt and throwing it to the floor. He wobbled, and crashed against his bed as he shifted about so that he lay staring up at the ceiling. Minutes passed and Kyle's breathing slowed as they both lied atop the sheets , his back to Stan's as he glanced towards his friend.
"Kyle?" He waited for a response, but when he was met with none he tried again, "Are you asleep?"
When he was sure that the boy was sleeping Stan sighed, and continued on, "Kenny tried to fuck me and I almost let it happen, I…I don't know why I did…but I did. I was drunk but he's still my friend right? Isn't that what friends are supposed to do; forgive each other? I just don't know… Was he using me in the end?" Stan stopped himself, and sighed. Closing his eyes to the world as he began to drift off into a light slumber, "Well, whatever it was, you're here now." He smiled at that, and began to softly snore as the silence followed.
But even when the boy was believed to be sleeping, he was not. Kyle stared at the wall, hanging on each word, repeating them again and again. He was met with some mixed emotions, some ranging from anger to a sense of despair. What was he to do? Stan needed him, but in a moment of utter confusion, Kyle wasn't there. And how could their friend do that? How could Kenny just treat him like any other fuck, like he meant absolutely nothing?
"Stan?" Kyle whispered, turning to look to his friend as he slept. Lips slightly parted as he softly snored, "Stan I'm sorry." He began again, "I...I'll be there next time I swear, I wont let anything like that happen to you again..."