Chapter 8: Boys Night
"What do you call cheese that isn't yours?"
Stan sighed at yet another one of his boyfriend's crappy jokes. Who hadn't heard this one before? "Not-cho cheese," he answered in a bored tone.
"Aww c'mon you're no fun dude," Clyde whined with a pout.
Stan rolled his eyes. "Yeah because all your jokes have already been heard of Clyde."
The brunette stuck his tongue out at him, then laid down on the floor. They were over Stan's house for a boys night out for the weekend. Stan invited his boyfriend, Kenny who was also on the floor but was sat Indian style, Craig who agreed because he had nothing better to do over the weekend was sat on the couch along with Kyle and Tweek. Stan was sat in a chair he'd got from the dining table by the couch.
"I got a joke," Kenny announced.
"If it's the "boo bees" joke again," Craig threatened. "I swear-"
"Nah it's a different one."
"Boobies?" Clyde sat up appearing interested. "I wanna hear it!"
Craig rolled his eyes. "It's boo bees not boobies you nut, plus it's not even funny," he admitted dully.
"Oh really now? Says the guy who smiled and kissed me after I told it to him," Kenny boasted.
Craig blushed and flipped him off while the others laughed. "It was a challenge, and you were suppose to make me laugh not smile you freakin' idiot."
"I still wanna hear it so teeeell meeeee," Clyde whined again crossing his arms. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.
"It's like they're a "couple" of babies eh?" Kyle joked-more like tried to joke. "No? Okay." Tweek face palmed at his attempt at humor, and the redhead just shrugged. "Hey, I tried but it's true. Stan and Clyde are crybabies."
"I'm not a crybaby. I only cried twice, and that was it," Stan confessed shooting him a glare.
"Yeah and the two times you cried were about?" Kyle pushed with a sly smile. Stan blushed, but didn't respond back making the redhead smirk victoriously. "Thought so. If I wanna make crappy jokes like Kenny, then I'll do so."
"Oi! My jokes aren't always bad."
"Please don't," Tweek mumbled as he shook his head.
Kyle patted his boyfriend's (Or friend's. Whatever you want them be because I ship them together) head. "Aww Tweeky don't be like that. I'll get good at it eventually."
"Oh yeah my joke," Kenny remembered. "You asshole's let me tell it already before I forget it." Everyone groaned except Clyde who said "Finally," and Kyle. "Ahem. Alright, knock knock."
"Really? A knock knock joke?" Craig deadpanned.
"Yes a knock knock joke, now knock knock bitch."
"Why the hell are you telling it to me?"
"Someone say who's there already, God."
"Who's there?" Stan and Clyde asked in unison, though their tones differed from the other. One was dull while the other was intrigued. Kyle laughed at Kenny's irritation, Tweek just sat there drinking his coffee calmly.
"Thank you," Kenny huffed. "Beets."
Stan rolled his eyes, already knowing this joke as well. Clyde beamed. "Beets who?"
"Beets me." Then he and Kenny both laughed like it was the best joke that had been ever told.
"They're freakin' retarded," Craig commented with the shake of his head.
"Yeeah I guess," Stan shrugged. "But I'm slowly getting used to it though. Now I might have to deal with Kyle's shit jokes." Said redhead heard him and flipped him off.
"Whatever you say Marsh. Anyway I'm gonna play the game, anyone wanna join me?"
Clyde and Kenny had stopped laughing a few seconds prior to his question. "If you're gonna play Black Ops 3, then I'm good. You're a total asshole when you play that game dude, a huge one," Clyde said. Craig shot him the bird.
"I'm in," Kenny volunteered with a goofy grin. "Let's troll people online, I still wanna laugh at shit."
Craig flipped him off too. "No I don't feel like dealing with faggy, whiny 10 year old's or anyone bitching in the game tonight. So screw you guys I'm playin' alone then." He got up from the couch, and walked over to the t.v where the game console was also placed.
"Stan..can I talk to you for a sec in the kitchen?" Clyde suddenly whispered to his boyfriend. Stan cocked an eyebrow, but obliged nonetheless.
"Alright wha-" Stan got cut off by Clyde kissing him.
They kissed for at least ten seconds until Stan pulled back, giving his boyfriend a deadpan look. "Really? You wanted me back here just to kiss me?"
Clyde scratched his cheek whilst blushing in embarrassment. "W-well yeah, I mean I thought you would be embarrassed if I kissed you in front of them."
"Nah," Stan dismissed with the wave of his hand. "They already know we're together so I'm sure they won't mind us being all lovey-dovey in front of them...not like we would do crap like that anyway."
Clyde chuckled, and gave him a quick kiss then they walked back into the living room. "Awww the baby couple came back from licking each others boo booo's," Kenny teased. Both he and Kyle laughed as the couple flipped them off.
Clyde dragged Stan over to the couch, and they sat in Craig's spot. When said noirette turned on the t.v and game station then turned around to head back to his seat with a controller in hand, he saw that his spot was taken and he glared at them giving them two middle fingers as he walked to the chair Stan sat in while they laughed.
"I just thought of somethin'," Kenny declared as Craig played the game. "And no it's not another joke."
"Awwww."
"It better not be."
"This is like a sleepover sooo shouldn't we ya know be playing truth or dare or spin the bottle?" Kenny then quickly added, "Oh wait I forgot your pops doesn't drink anymore so spin the bottle's out."
"Yeah, Ken's right. Let's play truth or dare," Kyle agreed.
"How about no?" Craig declined, his eyes glued to the television's screen.
"Bump truth or dare, let's have a joke off!" Clyde piqued.
"Hell yeah!" Kenny and Kyle chorused in agreement.
Stan sighed with a small smile. "I'll sit this one out, I'll just make snide remarks on you guys' shitty jokes."
"I'll sit this one out too," Tweek said. Craig didn't say anything concerning to what the others were talking about except, "Fuckin' dumb shit" to the t.v.
Kenny rolled his eyes. "Whatever, you two are boring and this is your house Stan. At least tell one 'shitty' joke with us."
"Yeah I wanna hear you tell a joke since you're always saying mines are 'old and unoriginal'," Clyde mimicked like a little child as he repeated the past words Stan said to him, pouting again as he did so.
"Umm they actually are dude," Kenny concurred to the brunette.
Hurt immediately glistened in Clyde's lavender orbs as he directed the pair at the blonde. "Kenny how could you?! I thought we were joking buddies, how could you side with the non-jokster?!"
"We are Clyde we are, and I'm not," Kenny reassured hurriedly. "I-it's just that your jokes aren't as shitty as mine. You have to literally have your brain shit out a joke for it to be shit. Don't worry I'll teach ya." Clyde seemed pleased at the idea.
"God you guys are over-dramatics and disgusting," Stan cringed. "Anyway I'll start first to get it over with."
"Don't forget to let your brain shit out a joke for ya," the blonde advised.
"I don't need to think, I already know what to say."
"Oh this I gotta hear," Craig grinned pausing the game.
Stan cleared his throat before saying (Insert an actual funny joke here); then silence. Clyde broke it first by stifling a laugh only for it to be let free not even three seconds later, the rest following suit.
After a minute or two, Tweek was the first to calm down. "H-holy shit dude, that was actually really funny," he sighed the remnant laughs away as he rubbed his glossy eyes. "I actually thought it was gonna suck."
"Thanks Tweek," Stan smiled rubbing under his nose.
The others stopped laughing after awhile. Kenny and Clyde turned to Stan with a serious look on their face that caused him to sweatdrop. "Stan, you are now me and Clyde's sensei," Kenny demanded with Clyde nodding his head in agreement.
"Teach us to be funny Stan-sensei!" They chorused in his face.
"Damn Marsh, never knew you could actually tell jokes that funny," Craig said, his monotone gone.
All eyes looked at the normal voiced Craig, the tall teen cleared his throat then glared at them with light pink cheeks. "You bastards didn't hear shit," he said with his monotone back. He resumed playing the game like nothing happened.
They all sweatdropped with a dumbfounded blink.
(A/n: The last pairing is now done, and I hope you enjoyed this fic)