Stan changed every station from the radio, hoping he'd find something that didn't sound like someone was shitting on a mic.
"I'll change it." Kyle said as he swatted Stan's hand away from the station, "Focus on driving, dude."
Stan rested his elbow on the car door as his hand roamed a small part of his scalp, "I'm sorry, man, I've just been a little off today."
"Need me to drive?" Kyle asked as he searched for his favorite station. When he found it a song began playing. It had a catchy tune and a girl was rapping before giggling and saying something slick about some guy she's talking to. "I like this." Kyle stated, "What about you?"
"Dude, do you seriously not hear a guy taking a dump?"
Kyle forced himself to remain calm as he searched for a different station, it began playing the hook of the song Cotton Eye Joe. "This?"
Stan looked in disgust at the radio, "Ugh, gross, dude."
Kyle exhaled his breath, "Pull over."
"What- dude we're in the middle of the-."
"Now."
Stan pulled over the car next to a stop sign. "What now?"
Kyle opened up the glove compartment, there were about three wrinkly playboy magazines and a bottle of white rum with two shot glasses.
Stan blushed at his secret belongings being out in the open. He's never opened it in front of anyone-not even Kyle.
Kyle took out a shot glass and the white rum and began pouring into it until it was half full. He handed it to Stan, "I'm driving." He said as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out the car.
Stan mimicked his actions without complaint.
Once the boys were seated in their new seats, Stan began to drink the alcohol, "Why'd you give me this?" He asked, twirling the cup slightly to see the alcohol move. "Not that I'm complaining."
Kyle began driving, "If Mephesto sees you like this, it's not going to end well for our careers." He changed the station and the song Gangsta began playing.
Stan hummed to the beat of the music, taking more sips of his alcohol.
"By the way, don't get anymore when you finish. I don't want you to be full on drunk."
Stan nodded, "How'd you know I had it in there?"
Kyle smiled without looking at Stan, "You don't even know how many times you got fucked up and began showing off your collection of pornos."
Stan blushed, well that explained it. He sighed as he kicked up his feet, "You gotta admit, I got the best mags out there."
Kyle chuckled, "Why do you even need it when you have Heidi?"
Stan shrugged, "She could be a bitch sometimes and want to hold things against me." He looked up at the car roof and squinted, "That's the only thing she has in common with Wendy."
Kyle knew that in the next three seconds, he's going to start blabbing about Wendy. Jesus, it's been 2 goddamn months since she left him. He knew he shouldn't just give Stan a blind eye when he talks about Wendy, but god damn it it wasn't like they actually cared about each other. Even since dating from Elementary they didn't have a single thing in common, they barely even knew anything about each other. The only reason why they were together was because they were secretly afraid of ending up alone. They were nothing but accessories to each other. Besides, Wendy jumped out of her relationship with him as soon as a boy started taking interest in her politic views. He remembered the first time Token and her dated, he even remembered Stan crying on his shoulder when he found out Token popped Wendy's cherry. He remembered that when Cartman set him and Nichole back together, Wendy ran back to Stan.
"She's a fucking bitch, dude, I swear." He takes a quick gulp of his drink, finishing the shot gloss. He scoffed at it before closing his eyes and facing his face to the ceiling. "She fucking broke up with me on text." He scoffed, and Kyle could notice the tears streaming down the corners of his eyes, "Who the fuck does that?" His voice cracked.
Kyle glanced at Stan but kept his mouth shut, Stan didn't need advice. He just needed someone who would listen.
"Fucking 'I'm going to California, I don't do long relationships!' Fuck her, dude." He shook his his head and brought his hand to his face as to cover it. He abandoned the shot gloss on the floor of his car. "I would've done it for her! I would've fucking moved there for her." He swiftly opened up the glove compartment and took out the half empty white rum, he opened it and took a swing, ignoring his burning throat.
"You have Heidi now." Kyle said as he nudged Stan, "Drinking only numbs the pain temporarily."
Stan moved the bottle away from his lips slowly and stared down at its haunting white liquid. He sighed before twisting the cap back on and shoving it back inside the glove compartment. He laid back, "How do you do it?" He asked, avoiding Kyle's curious quick gaze.
"Do what?"
"How do you continue living when the love of your life fucking abandons you?"
Kyle thought for a second, testing each option he could say. Finally, he spoke, "You find comfort and condolences in people who have stayed there from the beginning."
Stan looks at him and Kyle meets his gaze with a smile.
"Your parents are still here, so is Shelly. Cartman, Kenny, and I have been with you since we were all in diapers. And we're not leaving."
Stan smiled at him with tears in his eyes, "Dude, I actually think I'm gonna cry." He said, wiping his eye.
"Let it out, dude."
Stan chuckled lowly before letting his tears fall freely down his cheeks, "I bet I look like a pussy."
Kyle shrugged, "Better than being a cynical asshole."
The last noise they heard before parking outside the marble building was Stan's laughter.