Chapter 28:

A/N: I've decided to do this party over several chapters as there's going to be lots of drama going on.

Stan PoV

"Mom, I'm off to this party." I yell. Going to a party was the last thing I wanted to do right now but I needed a way to get over Wendy and I was sure this would be an easy option. It was a party held by one of the Raisins girls however, so pulling would be a doss. Especially considering I dated Wendy Testaburger; the girl who every guy wanted. Girls would be throwing themselves at me...

Yeah right. I was a walking disaster. I looked like a tester for the special effects make-up on Doctor Who. I was just trying to kid myself. If I was gonna pull tonight, it would be someone like Lisa Burger... Who I doubt would be there anyway.

I arrive at Portia's door. It is a huge house on the edge of town, next to Token's. She had only recently moved there a few years back as she had been living in the Raisins flat until it got closed down. I had never seen her parents, I wondered if she even had any. Probably not, from the sounds of the noise that was coming from inside.

"...Yeah?" A guy rudely answers the door, clearly examining my face before anything else.

"Stan Marsh." I tell him.

"Who invited you?" He snaps.

"Clyde Donovan." I inform him.

"Come on in." He steps to the side. The upshot of having a bashed up face was that it made me look hard; like I had got into some sort of fight... Well... I had. To be fair, it wasn't that bad now, just a few cuts and scrapes, but it still made me extremely self-conscious.

"Stanny!" I immediately hear a high, squeaky voice and I spin around immediately. For a second, I wonder if it is Wendy, because that was what she always called me. My eyes meet Red, who is standing in front of me, clearly with a stomach full of vodka.

"Um... Hi?" I mutter. I had only spoken to Red a few times, most of them concerning Wendy. So why she was being so friendly towards me I didn't know.

"I didn't know you were coming." She beams, offering me the bottle she was holding. "Whiskey." She studies my confused expression.

"...Why have you brought whiskey to a party?" I frown.

"Gets you drunk doesn't it?" She exclaims.

"...Clearly." I groan, washing the liquid down my throat and pulling a face.

"Oh Stanny, you're so funny!" She hangs off my arm, virtually drooling on me.

"...Yeah." I frown, finally at the realisation that she was trying to pull me. "Hey, is Wendy here?"

"You need to forget about Wendy." She covers my mouth as she slurs her words, taking another gulp from the bottle. "But no, she's not here."

"Oh..." I respond, trying to remain upright whilst she pulled me down.

"What you need is a rebound." She grins and I finally turn to look at her. She was pretty; bright red hair falling over her face and green eyes. She was more than I was expecting to pull...

"Yeah?" I keep my eyes fixed on hers and she finally stands upright, leaning against the wall. She moves the hair away from her face as I lean in, meeting my tongue with hers and carefully massaging it. I had only ever kissed one girl; Wendy, so this was very different. She was a bit more forceful, but passionate, her lips tasting like pear wine. Wendy slips out of my head and I focus on her, her soft red locks between my fingers, her smooth skin beneath my other hand.

After about two minutes, she pulls away. Great, I had done something wrong.

"Let's go upstairs." She links her hand with mine. Jeez, she was eager.

"Um... I don't think..." I trail off, not having an excuse for this one.

"Come on Stan! Live a little." She giggles, kissing me on the lips and then moving in close to me. Her hand moves gently over my crotch, in a circular motion. Oh God, don't do this to me here.

"Ok, ok." I tell her, moving her hand away. "We'll go upstairs."

She virtually drags me up the stairs; it was a huge house with many bedrooms. I was a bit bewildered considering I was being dragged to bed by the first girl I clapped eyes on. I haven't even seen anyone else yet. She knocks on one of the bedroom doors without a red scarf on it and when there is no response, pulls me into it.

"Can I just... Before we..." I trail off as she sits down cross legged on the bed. "I haven't..."

"With anyone else but Wendy." She finishes my sentence, biting her lip. "Yeah I know."

"How?" I ask her.

"You kiss exactly like her; it's obvious you've picked up all her tactics." She informs me.

"...You've kissed Wendy?" I question.

"Well yeah..." She laughs. "Everyone's kissed everyone in our group! Wendy three, Heidi six, Esther twice, Lola seven, Jenny four, Bebe twelve..."

"Twelve?" I exclaim. "I mean, ok, I get the point... Let's just put all of them out of our heads for now... Ok?"

"I will if you will." She smiles as I move in closer, sitting down next to her on the bed and our lips meet again.

Bebe PoV

"Hi... You still haven't got the door fixed then?" I call into Kenny's house.

"Why does everyone keep banging on about that fucking door?" He replies, angrily as he knots his tie the wrong way.

"Here let me do it." I tell him and walk over to tie it neatly.

"...This is my dad's." He mumbles. "I'm only using it because I don't have one... I'm surprised he does to be fair."

"Kenny, it's all going to be fine." I kiss him on the lips. "I promise."

I was pretty certain there was only going to be the three of us at Stuart's funeral; Kenny, Karen and I. Kevin was busy as his favourite TV programme was on and he had to go and watch it down at Skeeters, as the TV here had completely cut out.

My phone begins to ring and I pull it out of my handbag. "Remind me to put that on silent." I say before answering. "Hello?"

"Bebe, hi." I hear Heidi's voice pick up. "Are you coming tonight?"

"Coming where?" I ask.

"Portia's party." She replies, bluntly. "Didn't you know about it?"

"Parties are the last of my worries right now Heidi." I tell her. "...I'm burying my boyfriend's dad tonight."

"What's going on?" Kenny pokes me in the arm.

"Well you need to get over here." She exclaims, was she thick?

"...I'm burying my boyfriend's dad tonight."
I repeat.

"Oi, what's happening?" He jabs me harder.

"This is the biggest party of the year Be!" She virtually screams. "Stan and Red are having sex!"

"HEIDI, I DON'T-" I begin. "...Wait, Stan and Red are having sex?"

"Stan and Red are having sex?" Kenny echoes.

"Stan and Red are having sex?" Karen asks innocently as she enters the room.

"...So I think we've clarified that Stan and Red are having sex." Heidi pipes up after a long pause.

"Wait, how do you even know?" I question her.

"Erm... Because they were just making out in the hallway and then she dragged him upstairs." She informs me. "She was feeling his dick and everything."

"Too much information." I mutter. "Anyway, sorry Heidi but we're busy tonight."

"Wait, no." Kenny whines. "If it's such a great party, we should go."

"It's your dad's funeral." I turn to him and he just shrugs. "Plus I don't think you need any more alcohol in your system."

"Bebe, come on!" He moans. "It's how my dad would want me to celebrate."

"What?" I frown. "Getting wasted?"

"Yes." He replies bluntly. "It's how he spent most of his life."

"Well what are we supposed to do about Karen?" I sigh, knowing it was no use trying to convince him.

"I can come." She beams.

"No."

"No." We both confirm.

"Please?" She begs.

"No!" We both chorus.

"Kenny." I turn to him. "Let's be grown up about this ok? Your dad is being buried today."

"Yes, in a cardboard coffin." He rolls his eyes.

"How do you think he'd feel if he knew you weren't going?" I interrogate him.

"...He wouldn't care." He shrugs.

"Well then what if it was your funeral and he didn't turn up?" I continue.

"...Well that would be nothing out of the ordinary." He starts to laugh and I immediately know what he is referring to. Kenny had only had four funerals following his death's, the others had not clearly mattered to his parents. Stuart had attended once when he died of syphilis, another time when he killed himself as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation, when he combusted and obviously when he died of terminal illness. Of course, the only people who remembered these funerals were Carol, Stuart, Karen and I, although I wouldn't have remembered at the time. I'd started to have nightmares when I first started talking to Kenny; he had sat next to me in several classes last year and I confided in him about the abuse. He told me that it wasn't nightmares I was having, but visions and that his sister had the same. After a while of thinking it through, the memories began to come back and we both opened up to each other about our pasts, hence why we built up the bond of trust that we had. I felt different with Kenny than with anyone else I had ever been with. I loved him and that was a word I didn't use often.

Wendy PoV

"Thank you." I smile at him once I finally have the strength to let go. I had spent the entire day at Craig's, mainly consisting of me crying and him holding me.

"Don't mention it." He wipes the tears off my cheeks and kisses me on the forehead. "Hey, how do you say we get out of here?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, pulling myself back together.

"Well you need to have some fun, take things off your mind." He beams. "Portia's party is tonight."

"Oh yeah, I heard about that." I ponder. "Milly wouldn't shut up about it the other day."

"Well we don't have to go." He tells me, suddenly flustered. "I mean, you're probably not up for it right now. We could just chill here, watch films or something."

"No it might be nice to get out." I sigh, brushing my hair through with my fingers.

"...Stan might be there." He warns me.

"Yeah well... I think I need to talk to Stan." I contemplate. "Maybe we can sort things out... I need him more than ever now..."

"Fair enough." He nods. "Shall we get going then?"

I nod and then gather myself before following him out of the door. I just needed to find Stan, if I could tell him everything, maybe he would forgive me...