Chapter 10

At Clyde's house, a bunch of teenagers were sleeping on the ground, or where ever else they could lie on. Stan was waking up. It appeared that he was sleeping in the kitchen floor. As Stan rose up slowly, he placed his hand over his forehead from the excruciating hangover he was getting. Stan felt like he was going to collapse to the ground soon, so he took one of the chairs from the kitchen and sat on it. Stan turned his head around to the living room, and saw the other kids who partied too hard and were now were all sleeping. He soon noticed that he was missing his shirt, that could have not been a good thing. He checked his entire body to see if anything happened to it, tattoos, kiss marks, demonic writing, but it appeared that nothing was on his body, so Stan was happy about that. He tried to remember the entire night, but it was all too hazy in his mind. His main concern right now was how he was going to get home. Stan knew that he was not well enough to drive after what happened last night. Stan was thinking of what to do now, when suddenly... his pants started to vibrated. At first he thought that his leg was possessed by a demon. Once common sense came into play, Stan realized it was his phone that was vibrating. Stan went into pockets and took the cell phone out, he opened his phone and saw he had a text message from Kyle. Stan's vision was really bad so it took him a while before he was able to see the message, once he saw it clearly, the message said "yo Stan where the hell r u?" Stan was happy to see his friend was concern about his whereabouts. Stan dialed Kyle's number, after two rings, Kyle picked up his phone and answered.

"Kyle" Stan was happy to hear his friend's voice

"Stan there you are, what the hell happened man?"

Stan looked over the crowd of sleeping teenagers in the room.

"You know, a party" he laughed a bit. Stan found it rather amusing.

"From the look of the time, it must have been one hell of a party because it's now 2 o clock.

"Shit Kyle, I don't remember anything from last night"

Kyle laughed at Stan "I think it's a good idea that you don't"

Stan chuckled "Yeah you're probably right. Anyway man, I need you to drive me back to your place or my place, it doesn't matter as long as I got a bed to sleep on."

"Um Stan, I think the alcohol has done some major damage to your brain. I don't got a car, if you recalled"

"Ah Shit! Stan totally forgot about that part. "Well no way in hell can I drive Kyle, I can barely see much"

Kyle was now thinking of a way to get Stan out of the house now. "Alright Stan, I'll figure out something, just stay tight"

"Got it Kyle, but make it quick. I do not want to be here when everyone wakes up"

"Don't worry about that. If they partied as hard as you did, then they probably won't be waking up for another 2-3 hours.

Kyle hanged up his phoned. Stan was relieved that Kyle was thinking of a solution to help him out. Stan now had to figure out another issue, his missing shirt. He didn't really like that shirt, but it was his more "Fancier" one. He scoured the entire room, trying to make sure he didn't step on anyone, or even worst, step on their beer. As he was roaming the room, he couldn't see any signs of his shirt, Stan went to the couch to sit down after he couldn't find it. Stan looked up at the ceiling, once he given up hope to finding. Miraculous he saw his shirt, it was on the chandler. Stan at first was trying to understand, how the fuck did his shirt got up there, but decided it wasn't worth the time. It wasn't like he had the mental capacity to think right now anyway. So he stood on the top part of the couch, stretched his body, and was able to grab the shirt. Stan then wore the shirt, and it look liked nothing had happened to him at that party, except for the blood shot eyes he had, but again he could have just said he had no sleep. Three minutes later, Stan heard a knock on the door. He walked up to it and opened the door, Kyle was there with his green ushanka, waiting for him. Which was rather surprising, since Kyle hasn't worn that in a while, especially with his hair.

"Nice Kyle, you're here"

"Ok Stan let's go."

"Right behind you"

As Stan got outside, he saw that Kyle had call a cab... something so simple that Stan could have done himself. He felt like total dumbass for not thinking of it.

While Stan and Kyle were walking to the taxi, Kyle felt like something was missing. Kyle couldn't put his finger on it. Once Kyle got near the taxi, he remembered what was missing.

"STAN!"

"Yeah Kyle?" Stan was wondering why Kyle raised his voice

"Did Wendy went home early at the party or no"

At first Stan was brain dead and couldn't figure out what he meant. He soon remembered that his girlfriend was at the party too, and he couldn't remember.

"AH SHIT! I don't know man. I was too hammered last night"

"Stan, that's not good! How the hell do you not know if your girlfriend went or not?" the worried Jew wondered.

"I told you man, I got hammered."

Kyle gave Stan a disappointed look, Stan saw that and looked away from Kyle, Stan was not in the mood for this.

"Ok Stan, try phoning her cellphone."

"Good idea"

Stan took his phone and dialled Wendy's number. Wendy's phone was still in her dress, back in Liane's room and it was on vibrate, so no one heard it.

"Shit no answer" Stan was now worrying.

"Try her parents" Kyle told him

"Ok"

Stan then phoned Wendy's home number, after a few rings, the phoned was picked up.

"Hello" Stan said.

"Oh hi, Stan" It sounded like Mrs. Testaburger.

"Hi Mrs. Testaburger, um is Wendy there?" Stan was hoping for the answer to be yes.

"Oh no she isn't"

Stan was now thinking of the worst that could have happened to her.

"She's at Eric Cartman's house, his mother phoned us" Mrs. Testaburger replied a few seconds after Stan was thinking of the worst.

"Um... ok thanks Mrs. Testaburger. Stan said slowly, he hanged up after.

Stan right now was relieved that her parents knew where she was, but the main thing right now was that she was at Cartman's house and for what reason. Stan was having a thousand questions popping in his head right now and his hangover wasn't making the thinking process any easier. Kyle was waiting for Stan to respond back to him with the information he has gained, Stan looked like he was in a deep thought, Kyle felt like he should ask what was up.

"Hey Stan?"

It looked like Stan couldn't hear him.

"STAN!" Kyle yelled at him.

"Whoa, what Kyle?" Stan was freaked out by his friend's yelling

"Well, what did she say, you looked like you were brain dead there for a second"

"Oh yeah..." Stan was trying to think of a way to say Wendy was at Cartman's house, but any way Stan tried to approached it, it sounded so weird. "She's at Cartman's house..." it was like Stan was in a state of shock

"Wait, WHAT?" Kyle was both shocked and confused by this.

"Yeah that was what I was thinking, it looks like Cartman's mom phoned Wendy's parents to let them know she was going to be at Cartman's house."

"Wow dude, this is just weird... like something from the 'Twilight Zone'"

"You're telling me Kyle, this is all just too weird for me, even weirder than the day Kenny stopped putting his hood on"

"Yeah, and I can see why. As much as I hate Cartman, if his mom phoned in, then that means she must be safe, and Kenny's there too, so I'm sure he wouldn't let Cartman try his crazy schemes.

"You're probably right." Stan said with a breath of relief.

"Well Stan, let's get inside the taxi quickly, I hate to make this guy wait forever for you"

Stan chuckled a bit. "Yeah you're right"

The drive home was pretty relaxing, Stan was able to get comfortable and sleep in the taxi. Kyle on the other hand was thinking of what to study for the weekend. His physics, his math, or his chem. He later decided just to study for the three of them just in case. As they arrived at Kyle's house, Stan was sleeping, but Kyle knew he had to wake him up.

"Stan, wake up" Kyle was tugging on Stan's shoulders.

"Come on man just let me sleep in the car" Stan was very tired still. Kyle on the other hand was not pleased.

"Stan just move, you can sleep on my bed"

Stan seriously didn't want to move at all, but he knew Kyle would have kicked him to the ground sooner or later, and sleeping in a bed would probably feel better than a car seat.

Stan got up from the car seat and Kyle paid the taxi driver some money. Stan walked with Kyle to his house. Kyle opened the door and both entered inside the house. Ike was too busy watching the tv to have noticed that Stan and Kyle entered the house. Kyle carried Stan on his shoulders because it seemed like Stan was a bit too lazy to walk much.

Once Stan and Kyle were in the room, Stan just collapsed in Kyle's bed, face first to the sheets.

"Damn Stan, I don't recall being this tired after I got drunk"

"That's because you don't drink as much as I do during those parties"

Kyle nodded to that "That's true, looks like you're gaining your father's drinking habits. You might even end up as Kenny's dad" Kyle laughed hysterically.

"Haha, very funny" Stan said sarcastically

"Anyway Kyle, I'm going to sleep now, so pretty much shut up and leave" Stan smiled.

Kyle couldn't help but laugh at that also. "Alright man, night"

"It's the afternoon"

"Stan. Don't try to correct me at my house" but it looked like Stan sleeping already.

Kyle looked at his friend and smiled at him, he looked like a total sloth while sleeping, Kyle exited his room and closed his door.

It looks like Clyde's party was a total success. XD

Again thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter :D