Chapter Eighteen
Stan's Point of View
"So I said to Kevin: don't be ridiculous Superman could easily defeat Batman!"
"Oh."
"Yeah, Batman doesn't even have any superpowers; he's just rich enough to buy the gadgets."
"What about Ironman?" I ask.
"Same thing," replies Clyde in exasperation, taking another huge gulp of beer.
"Well what about Spiderman?"
"Anyone can beat Spiderman if they have a big enough can of bug spray!" Clyde laughs hysterically, obviously amusing himself, I fake a laugh and agree with him; I mean to be fair Superman probably could defeat the lot of them. I spy Bebe making her way over to us and decide to scram; I am not a fan of watching that particular match of tonsil tennis. I make my way over to the snack table and grab a handful of chips; I decide to entertain myself by trying out the different dips Clyde has to offer, starting with Sour Cream and Chive and moving onto the Thousand Island. I spot a glass bowl on the table with another intriguing dip inside; it's labelled 'homemade Chilli Salsa,' greedily I take a massive scoopful using a Dorito. Everything's fine for a few seconds as I appreciate the tomato flavour, and then suddenly my tongue sets on fire, which quickly spreads to the rest of my mouth, I wheeze and grab onto the table for stability as I can feel sweat forming my forehead, my face is overheating!
"I thought you could use this," chuckles Kyle, handing me a glass of water. I grab it hastily and glug it down.
"Thanks," I stifle, grinning at him.
"They say that chocolate milkshake is the best for soothing the mouth."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I always see people drinking it at Casa Bonita."
"Well I may have to ask Clyde if he has any!" I exclaim, straightening up and looking over Kyle. He looks very smart tonight, in a crisp white shirt, teamed with a pair of green jeans, which only he could carry off.
"So how's it going dude?" he asks casually, smiling at me.
"I'm good," I answer, in an honest voice. I do feel good, after all Wendy has been more open towards me these past few days, it all changed during that competition with Clyde, the one where she called me babe again and hugged me, it's a positive sign. "How are you?" I ask.
"I'm fine yeah," replied Kyle smiling.
"You look very smart, trying to impress someone?" He looks at me startled, blushing. "Dude there is someone isn't there! Is it Red? Because I've heard she's rather taken with you."
"I'm not trying to impress anyone," he protests, rolling his eyes. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"What an obvious conversation changer, but apart from setting my mouth on fire, yes I am, you?"
"Yeah it's pretty good." He takes a drink from his cup of what I think looks like punch, I know for a fact that Kyle adores punch and will probably drink way too much of it. "I don't suppose you've seen Kenny tonight have you?"
"Actually I haven't," I reply.
"It's not like him to miss a party," says Kyle. He raises a good point actually, where would Kenny be that's more important than chatting up girls?
"Hey Stan, have you ever been ultimate sledging?"asks Kyle, slightly anxiously.
"What?" I reply raising my eyebrows.
"Ultimate sledging," he replies in an exasperated tone.
"No, I mean what is it?"
"It's where you stand up on the sledge and tie the steering ropes around your wrists, so you don't fall off or something," he takes another sip of his drink.
"Well that sounds stupid and dangerous, who would do that!?"
"Kenny, he has cuts all up his wrists, I think he should stop doing it."
"I agree, but I doubt you'll convince Kenny to stop doing something he enjoys." Kyle looks at me and nods before looking over at the drinks table; he chokes down the rest of his punch quickly.
"I'm going to get another drink," he proclaims, waving his arm in a grand gesture. I look over at the drinks table and notice Cartman stood at it with his back to us talking to Butters, I decide not to join Kyle as he's ultimately going to end up arguing with Cartman about something, as always and I really can't be bothered to listen to that. I turn my attention back to the Doritos, only this time avoiding the chilli dip.
Eric's Point of View
"Hey Eric, have you seen Kenny anywhere?" asks Butters nervously.
"No," I reply shortly, "I haven't seen that asshole," noticing Kyle walking over to us I add crudely: "why not ask Kyle, he'll probably know."
"Kyle, do you know where Kenny is?" demands Butters, as Kyle comes to a stop next to him.
"No sorry, I don't Butters," he replies, glancing anxiously at me.
"Well that is shocking," I grumble to myself. Butters hurries of, I wonder why he so desperately wants to find Kenny, is everyone after Kenny? Is he some kind of irresistible guy magnet? I watch moodily as Kyle gets himself another cup of punch and take a gulp. He turns to me with a guilty look on his face.
"Cartman I-" he begins to say.
"Whatever you're going to say, I don't want to hear it." I snap back at him. I'm not even sure why I came tonight, I knew Kyle would try to explain today to me, well I really don't care.
"But it's not what you think," he begs, widening his glowing green eyes. Goddammit, why does he have to be so fucking irresistible?
"So you hug and kiss all your friends in your kitchen in front of your entire family?"
"Well... No."
"Do you think it's perfectly fine to tell me what we have means something and then go off with Kenny?"
"That's not what I-"
"I don't know why I expected anything else, you obviously still hate me."
"CARTMAN WILL YOU PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO ME!" he yells, attracting attention from everyone around us, only for a few seconds though as they clock me and conclude we're just having another one of our usual arguments.
"Fine," I say, glaring at him expectantly.
"Kenny knows," says Kyle softly.
"Kenny knows what? How to make a soufflé? The PH of a lemon? All the words to American Pie?" I reply sarcastically.
"Kenny knows about us."
"Oh there's an 'us' now?"
"Stop being an asshole and just listen would you!" pleads Kyle; I grunt and remain silent, crossing my arms. "Well, after I left your house on Wednesday afternoon, I ended up bursting into tears; in fact I could hardly walk I was shaking that much." He looks at me with eyes full of embarrassment and I know that he's telling the truth. "Kenny found me and looked after me." I desperately try to hang onto my feelings of resentment, it shouldn't be this easy for him to turn my feelings completely around, but it's no use. I'm the one that's suddenly feeling guilty.
"I never meant to make you that upset," I say in a distressed voice.
"I know, so I told Kenny everything, including the truth that I desperately fancy you, of course I do; it's so blatantly obvious."
"And the scene I saw in the kitchen?" I ask, voice wavering as my heart frantically pounds.
"The thing I told you I had to do, it was to tell my parents I'm gay, my mom jumped to the wrong conclusions... but she took it so well that I didn't want to correct her."
"I can't say I think you made the right choice, but I understand," I say with a small smile.
"You do?" asks Kyle a smile creeping onto his face.
"And I desperately fancy you as well."
"Well I'm very glad to hear that," murmurs Kyle seductively, moving slightly closer. I swear I would have kissed him right there and then if Wendy hadn't walked over.
Wendy's Point of View
"Do you guys know where Stan is?" I ask Kyle and Cartman.
"No," says Cartman shortly.
"He was over by the food table, but he seems to have disappeared now, sorry Wendy," replies Kyle giving me an apologetic smile.
"Oh right, no worries," I say and walk off. I wonder where he is; I need to find him quickly before my mind starts wavering.
"Wendy," calls out a voice from behind me, I turn around.
"Oh hey Token," I say smiling.
"Enjoying the party?" he asks.
"Yeah, the music sucks but then I hate modern music." He laughs.
"Strong opinions as always I see."
"Oh well, you know me!" I look over Token's shoulder and to my horror see Stan glaring at me, oh shit, this wasn't part of the plan. Making Stan jealous was definitely not part of the plan. Is he jealous or just annoyed? I really can't tell. Token sees my anguish and looks over his shoulder, noticing Stan's fiery glare.
"Did you want to talk to Stan?" he asks in a confused voice.
"No," I reply firmly through gritted teeth, not that it makes a difference, Stan is walking towards us.
"Hello Stan," says Token politely.
"Yeah, hi," says Stan, voice full of irritation as he narrows his eyes.
"Are you having a nice night?" continues Token hesitantly.
"Sure," snaps Stan.
"I ermm, may just go and find C-Craig, I need to ask him something... Do you know what I think I saw him in the corner with Tweek, ha what a surprise!" babbles Token as he cautiously backs away.
"Well that wasn't very nice!" I shout accusingly at Stan.
"Who cares, the guy's an asshole," he replies calmly.
"No he isn't, Token's a lovely guy and you know it!"
"He's a girlfriend stealer."
"Oh and who's girlfriend has he stolen?" Stan raises his eyebrows and looks at me expectantly, still maintaining a thoroughly pissed off look. I suddenly realise what he means and blush, he seems to misinterpret this flood of colour, dropping his eyes.
"Why don't you chase after him if you care about him so much?" he asks irately but with an edge of hurt in his voice.
"I don't!" I shout back.
"Oh?"
"I care about you!" I yell out, "you may be a moody and jealous person but I'm miserable without you."
"Well you're a moody and jealous person as well... we're obviously a good match." He looks down at me with a smile, anger dissolving from his face.
"Or a very terrible one," I respond.
"I don't care," laughs Stan.
"Stan I made a huge mistake, I was being selfish."
"No, I was the one who made the mistake, I was being unfair."
"I love you," I say stepping forward.
Stan grins, pulling me close and in a very convincing French accent, whispers in my ear, "Mademoiselle, je t'aime du fond de mon coeur." He looks deeply at me with his sparkling blue eyes, "I was wondering if you'd do me the honour of accompanying me for a stroll in the garden."
"Oh definitely," I whisper back, Stan takes me by the hand and leads me out of the backdoor, nobody see's us, not that I care. The cold air hits me full force as we step out into the night, I instinctively squeeze closer to Shim, causing him to grin in satisfaction. We huddle under a tree on the edge of the garden, where we are most sheltered from the wind. I look at Stan again and notice he still has a smug grin on his face, I lean up and kiss him in an attempt to wipe the grin, I am not successful; the grin only gets wider.
Kyle's Point of View
"Okay," whispers Cartman, are you ready?
"I'm ready," I mutter, grabbing another cup of punch and downing it in one.
"My God Kyle, how many cups of punch are you planning on having?" yells Cartman accusingly.
"Why is that any of your business fatass?" I yell back, waving my arms.
"I just don't want to have to be the one fucking stuck with you when you're throwing up due to your own greed!"
"Pahhh, I've not had enough for that to happen!" I exclaim.
"So how many have you had?"
"Ermm just about 4... Maybe 5, no more than 6... 7."
"Oh lord and you think that's wise do you? I thought Jews were supposed to be smart." We were attracting attention from everyone around us now; good.
"I don't need to stand here and listen to a lecture from you of all people," I say dramatically lunging forward and stumbling. I throw my hand over my mouth.
"Oh fuck, you are going to be sick! I really shouldn't be the one fucking dealing with all of this." He grabs me by my collar and pulls me towards the back door, shooting people glowering looks as he passed them, there's no way anyone is following us outside.
As the backdoor closes behind us Cartman and I burst into laughter. "We kick ass at fighting," he declares.
"We should do," I say, "We've had enough practice!" I look up into his face and grin, before changing my expression to anger and hitting him.
"What the fuck was that for asshole?!" he yells, jumping back.
"That was for sneaking in a Jew joke, fatass."
"Oh I'm very sorry," he says in mock apology drawing me in close and caressing my ear with his lips, softly murmuring, "please, let me make it up to you." Shivers run up my spine at the sultry tone in his voice but I decide to play with him.
"Making it up isn't going to be easy," I say, running my hand down his cheek before turning around and sauntering slowly away. Cartman rushes after me, grabbing me ferociously by the waist and wrenching me up off the ground whilst simultaneously turning me around. As the light sensors spot our sudden movement, the garden becomes bathed in a yellow glow. Our heads now at equal height, he feverously crushes his lips against mine, I wrap my arms and legs firmly around him and return the force of the kiss. A warm feeling grows in my stomach and it's not entirely due to the punch.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" yells a familiar voice; stabbing through the silence of the night.
A/N: I'm not sure if everyone says chocolate milkshake cools down your mouth, but my friend once gave me a bite of an extra hot chilli and chocolate milkshake was the only thing that stopped me from screaming... and I hate chocolate milkshake (love banana and that would probably work as well.) Kenny's baked soufflés for everyone by the way if you're interested? I feel sorry for Token in this Ha-ha. Wow, that chapter was nearly all dialogue, I enjoyed doing it though.
I hope that even though Kenny wasn't in this chapter, the references to him kept people happy, guaranteed Kenny or Damien next chapter, both? Maybe...
In regards to how far through the story we are I predict possibly five more chapters...
Oh and I don't own Marvell or DC Comics nor any of the amazing superheroes within. Darn.
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