VI: Shit Happens

Stan was looking out the driver's seat window wishing he hadn't decided to go to this stupid party at all. It was the last day of finals yesterday, and there had been a stupid flier going around made up by Token. He was going to have the whole Sophomore class meet up at the outskirts of Denver, at the lake. He said that everyone should bring what they could, but he'd be bringing a lot of food. So, Stan, at the request of his sister, left home for the party that afternoon. The day had been really nice, and he hadn't seen any fags riding around on their stupid Harleys. But he was facing another problem. He was stuck in traffic. He was going to kill Token for organizing this stupid party.

"Just because stupid finals are over!" Stan shouted as he honked at the cars ahead of him. "Stupid excuse for a party anyway. Just because his ass is filthy loaded. Fuckin' black son of a…."

He noticed that the lane beside him was empty. OF course it was empty! He thought to himself. It's the fucking car pool lane! He sighed. Should he? He looked around and found Shelly's purse. He found the car seat e had in the back seat, for whoever Shelly gave a ride to last. Then, he cleverly stuffed the seat with Shelly's purse, and some more junk trying to make it look like a baby was in the back. Did babies count?

He started going with the traffic again. He noticed the police following him as he switched lanes. Dammit. He was motioned to pull over. Fucking shit. It wasn't even Barbrady. At least you could trick him into letting you off easy. This time it was a real competent cop. He pulled over following the instruction.

"So, son?" the man asked. "May I see some license, and car registration papers?" he asked.

"Aw…, aw! Really?" Stan moaned.

He took out his license, and handed it to the cop. He looked in the glove compartment, and found the papers in Shelly's name.

"This car is not yours?" the cop asked.

"No!" Stan shouted. "Can I please know why the hell I'm being pulled over?" he asked bitterly.

"Well, first of all, you were speeding. That's like, two-fifty for that. This is a sixty-five limit zone, and you were going eighty. Second of all, the baby in the backseat isn't real. You're the only person in the car, and you were in the car pool lane. So double the fine for that." Said the dude.

"Look," Stan said bitterly. "I seriously don't have time to deal with this. Just give me my fucking shit and let me be on my way." He said bitterly. "Can't even let me off with a fucking warning, you motherfucking-"

"That's another one-fifty for being rude and using profanity to insult a cop." The man said as he wrote on a pad.

"How much do I get if I slap you!" Stan asked as he felt his temper rise.

"Six months in jail, son." Said the dude as he handed Stan his stuff and the ticket.

… … … … …

Kenny sat on a log watching Ike and Butters playing a game of Chess. Fitting, those two playing that game. Ike was a genius, and Butters was at the top of their class. Kenny had been playing with them fifteen minutes ago trying to at least watch and see how the game worked. He didn't get it, so he just looked at them and didn't give advice to any of them as to where to move their pieces.

Suddenly, a car door slammed, and there was running footsteps. Stan came into the clearing looking like he was about to kill someone. Kyle was busy putting the food on the pick nick tables. He looked up when he saw Stan's shadow, and gasped.

"Jesus, Stan! Who ate your sister?" Cartman asked as he and Clyde came into the clearing with a big ass blanket.

"Shut up fat fuck." Stan said as he threw his keys and jacket to Butters. Butters took them and put them on the pile next to Ike.

"Stan," Kyle said looking surprised. "what happened?" he asked.

Stan went into a rant explaining what the hell had just happened. He felt a little better as he told the story, but still didn't feel good as he finished it. Kenny sighed. This would be the right moment to walk up to him, give him a hug, and pretend to flirt with him. That always made Stan feel loads better. But this time, that was not an option. Kenny got up, and left to the lake down below. He had to concentrate on climbing down the steep path, if he didn't want to die. This meant he had to keep his mind on the road, instead of Stan. He sat down on the lake's edge, and started throwing rocks down into the water.

"Kenny?" Kyle asked as he came slowly down the steep path. He made it down, looking a bit relieved. He sat down beside his friend, and sighed. "I'm sorry about the other day." He said genuinely. "I mean it, Ken."

"I know." Kenny said sitting a little closer to his best friend. "I thought for right now, I'd just get away from it all." He muttered.

"If it makes you that upset, then figure out the solution, Kenny." Kyle said as he put an arm around the boy's shoulders.

"What do you mean?" Kenny asked as he tried not to start crying. Ever since the day this all happened with Stan, every day after had been the worst day ever. That's got to be saying something, because only a couple days have gone by!

"How do you want things to end up?" Kyle asked as he looked quizzically at his friend. "Do you wanna be his friend, or do you want to be with him?" Kyle asked softly.

"Kyle," Kenny said as tears filled his eyes. "Right now I really don't know what I want." He confessed. "I just want my friend back."

"Have you been trying to talk to him?" Kyle asked as he pondered the situation.

"I guess not." Kenny mumbled. "But to be honest, Stan hasn't been trying to talk to me either." He added bitterly.

"It doesn't matter." Said Kyle as he wrapped his arm around Kenny tighter. "If you really care about the way things are, then go talk to him. I don't know Stan well enough to know what the hell's going on in his mind, but I do know this. Even if he doesn't wanna talk to you about it, or admit it to himself, or to you, he doesn't want things to be this way either." Kyle said as he wiped a stray tear from Kenny's jawline. "Just give that some thought." He advised.

Kenny turned around and gave Kyle a tight hug. "Thanks, Kyle." Kenny muttered as he let go.

"You're welcome." Kyle said as he stood up. "Now…, come and get some food. Cartman and I put it all out. If you keep waiting like this, there won't be any food to snack on for you when you get up there." He said as he started walking up the path up to the clearing.