Old Habits Die Hard pt.3
Randy M.
"Nelson can you pass the chips," One of the guys asks as we sit around the large green poker table.
"Hey, where's Stoch, is he coming?" Steve asks absently.
"No, he said somethin' about having a night in with his wife," Nelson answers as he straightens his cards.
"How lame is that," Gerald comments and we all nod.
Picking up my discarded cigar in the glass ash tray beside me, I take a puff and re-adjust the cards in my hands. I'm only half listening to the guys talk about some fight Skeeter had to breakup yesterday, where a guy got smashed in the head with a beer glass. But I just can't shake the thoughts of Sharon from my head. Before leaving the house we barely even spoke and I feel so embarrassed having to practically beg my own wife for sex and to be intimate. Sharon only left a brief voicemail on my phone about an hour or so ago telling me she got called into work. We don't even see each other anymore, we're just like two ships passing in the night. Blowing the smoke out of the side of my mouth into the dimly lit room I find the nerve to confess, "I could use a night in with Sharon myself."
"Trouble in paradise?" Richard asks.
"Its just that Sharon's been working everyday, all day. And when I finally do get her alone, which isn't long...she's always tired."
"Ooh, I see where this is headin' she doesn't put out like she used to huh?" Thomas asks.
"No, the last time we even fooled around I barely got off with a rushed handjob."
"Ah, marriage," Steve sighs wearily, "All the sex you used to have when you were dating or during the 'honeymoon' stage stops all in that first year of marriage. I just wish it was some way life could prepare us for the permanent dry spell we all are bound to have."
"I mean it was good before, I was sedated, but when Sharon and I got together again it's been weird. Add on her full time job at Hell's Pass…"
"Do you think she may be...seeing someone on the side?" Ryan asks hesitantly.
There's a pause and I finish off my cigar as I contemplate this. Could Sharon be cheating? I shake my head.
"No, couldn't be."
"I don't know…" Nelson says skeptically.
"She's not!" I discard the finished cigar in the ashtray and run my fingers through my short ink black hair with a few light grey strands mixed in frustration, "Alright guys?" The table is silent for a while as they continue their card game, the hum of some sports game playing in the background on the huge flat screen Thomas has set up on the wall behind them.
"You know what I think you should do?" Thomas mentions.
"What? And don't suggest I ask Sharon to quit. She loves her job."
"No, now this might sound wacked out, but I was watching this show where this lady dressed up as one of those janitor guys and went to a high school to find hidden talent. There was talent there, but they didn't show her, they thought some other jerk off was the talent agent, but to make a long story short. What if you pretended to be someone else to see if Sharon's cheating or what she's been up to."
"So you want me to dress up as a chick and spy on Sharon."
"Don't act like you've never did it before." Ryan croaks out in reference to me dressing up as a chick before which causes a round of chuckles around the table. Yeah, well screw them, I had my reasons.
"No, you can still be a guy, just another guy. Like dye your hair blonde or somethin' and shave that rug off your face and any noticeable features that may give you away."
"Yeah and get a tattoo and a piercing."
"Yeah right, like Randy's going to really do that, right?" Gerald says, humor still evident on his face.
Everyone looks at me, "Yeah, I'll never do anything like that."
" You're a lost cause man." Thomas shrugs with a grin.
"Anyway, still in the dog house Stuart?" Gerald asks.
"Pretty much,"Stuart says with a weary sigh.
"You just got to gain her trust back man."
"But I feel like it's not enough to show her and the kids that I'm a good guy, that I'm better now."
"Its just going to take time. And how are things with the kids?"
"Well, things with Kevin and Karen are great. They seemed to take me in with open arms after I explained to them how I'm clean now. But Kenny...he's a whole different matter. Its just like he holds a grudge against me, which I can understand, but I'm trying here. Plus he avoids me like the plague."
"Corner him." Ryan suggests.
"No, that won't work," Thomas pitches in, "I tried that with Craig and I'll never do it again. They'll come around eventually. They just need to get out of all their angsty teenage bullcrap."
"Alright, is this poker night or a slumber party where we discuss our feelings? Enough talk 'bout our feelings alright? Let's talk about the game game yesterday, the Broncos won…"
Tuning out the guy's voices I give the occasional nod of interest, but I'm concerned about what Thomas suggested. Should I really spy on Sharon? Am I that desperate? Quickly I decide that yes, yes I am.
So, what's the plan?" I ask as Gary parks his white Hyundai Genesis haphazardly behind Clyde's familiar red four door Jeep Wrangler.
Somehow I let Gary convince him that it was okay for us to ride over together.
"What plan?" Gary asks absentmindedly before shutting the car off completely.
"You said you had a way into the party without me getting caught."
"Oh, that," Gary just stares at me contemplatively before a smirk forms on his face. "Okay, I can get you in, but you'll owe me a favor."
"I really don't care." I say quickly and dismissively. Whatever the asshat wants couldn't be too demanding could it?
"Okay," Gary hops out of the car and I follow and we go around the left side of Heidi's house. Gary bends down and removes a key from under a big rock. As Gary bends down I notice how tight Gary's pants actually are, but I quickly look away as he stands.
"What?" Gary questions absently.
"Nothing, how did you know that was there?" As we continue to make our way around the house to a side door Gary speaks, "Lets just say," Gary sticks the key into the lock and effectively unlocks the creaky wooden door, "I've been here before." I don't think anymore about it as we are both submerged in darkness. A light flickers on a moment later and I realize that we are in a bedroom. Averting my eyes from the various trophies, neatly made king sized blue and white bed, and stacks of magazines in the corner, I look at Gary as he points to another door.
Walking over to the door I open it, hearing the onslaught of Pia Mia and Austin Mahone and laughter. "Thanks," I say shortly before quickly leaving and heading towards the kitchen. As I pass through rooms to get to where the drinks are most likely stored. I greet everyone with a devious smirk when they ask how I got in and wink at a topless Mellie, who just blushes and turns away as her nipples begin to harden. In the kitchen I make my appearance known with an obnoxiously loud, "Hey Fuckers!"
"Oh great, you're here." Kyle says monotonously, leaning against the wall as he talks to Jason.
"Shut you're jew rat mouth Kyle." I reply as I make my way over to the snack table picking up a few snacks before moving on to the liquor.
"Hey, Cartman how'd you even get in?" Someone asks punching my shoulder.
"Where's everyone?" I ask picking up a bottle of Jack Daniels and drinking straight from it. I don't chug it like Stan would and I won't continue to take swings from it either because I'm not trying to get trashed tonight.
"I have no freaking clue."
Dancing to the beat of Hypnotic by Zella Day I have to admit Ruby was right. We've been here for over an hour and I can't get enough of the dancing. Swinging my hips to the beat, I agree with Zella Day that I completely feel like someone else right now. Feeling hands roughly grab onto my hips I playfully grind back against Ruby with a smirk, only when she grinds back even more sensually I feel something so very un-Ruby like. Turning around I come face to face with Filmore. His eyes are completely dilated as he stares at me with a small smirk, noticing that I stopped a few feet away Ruby stops dancing as well, "Glad that you both made it." Filmore says finally, "Thanks for whatever you said to to Jessica Frankleston," He says to Ruby.
"Beth," I correct. Am I the only one who thinks it's important to at least get her name right?
"I'm anything, but a liar so to hold up my end of the bargain," Filmore continues ignoring me and introduces the guy next to him with shaggy blonde hair dressed in a blue Aeropostale shirt and khaki shorts. He seems like the surfer boy type and even has a shark tooth necklace around his neck. He's cute.
"Hey, I'm Jared." The boy introduces with a deep voice and that just made him even hotter, "Do you wanna dance Karen?"
"Of course she does." Ruby supplies for me and then gently nudges me towards Jared.
Jared wraps his hands around my waist and we begin to dance to the beat of a random song. "So, this your first party?'
"Yeah, I usually don't go to these things-I mean parties like these," I mentally kick myself at being so frazzled and nervous by Jared's hands as they hold onto my waist, "Is this your first party too?" I bite my lip, trying to keep my jitters at bay. I hope Jared doesn't feel me literally shaking from being so nervous.
"No, but you should be pretty safe with me since I'm sort of an expert on these things."
"Expert. I take it you're not a freshman."
Jared chuckles, "No, I'm a junior." My heart is literally pounding in my chest and as Jared pulls us closer I try not to seem so obvious as I search Ruby out with my wandering eyes. I don't find Ruby, but instead make direct eye contact with Filmore. We stare at each other for a moment and I'm not even really sure if he's really looking at me until his red lips upturns in his usual smirk.
'He's a Junior?!' I mouth at him, but it doesn't seem to get through to a probably wasted Filmore as his attention becomes diverted...elsewhere.
"So, Filmore to me you were into older guys. That true?"
"Uh, not particularly, but y-you are cute."
"Thanks," Jared leans in closer to my ear to whisper, "And you're pretty hot yourself." I can feel my cheeks set a blaze, spreading to the tip of my ears as Jared's hands slide down to the hem of my shorts, cupping my butt.
"Jared I…"
I furrow my eyebrows in slight irritation at the constant, but faint calling of my name. I walk into the living room slipping through dancing bodies and hands trying to pull me in as the voice gets louder.
"Stan, there you are! Where have you been?" Wendy asks as she reels me in with her arms gently around my neck. I swallow the lump in my throat before taking another gulp out of the cup hanging from my hand.
"Around," I wrap my other hand around Wendy's waist.
"How are you enjoying the party?" Wendy asks as she releases me.
"Its...cool." I comment before taking another mouthful.
Wendy hits me on the arm at that, "Hey, this party is awesome." I stare at Wendy for a moment to tell if she was being serious or not, "Heidi's been freaking out about it all week."
"Okay, this party is really good," I say instead, hoping to appease her, although I don't think it's really anything to be shouting off of rooftops about. Wendy goes back to talking to her friends, but not before shooting me a knowing look as I continue to take sips from my cup. I roll my eyes and debate whether or not to get another refill. This is like my...I really don't know how many cups I've had tonight or how much would be considered a cup (considering I almost killed that whole bottle of vodka earlier). I'm not trashed nor wasted...yet. I'm drunk sure, but I tend to have a high tolerance, so it takes more than a whole bottle of vodka to get me completely undone. Fuck, I was supposed to be pacing myself. I finish my cup and discard it somewhere in the room, forgoing another as I just stand behind Wendy, arms wrapped around her waist. Every other minute or so I would whisper something in her ear that'll make her giggle and trail my teeth around her ear lobe.
"Wens," I whisper slightly needy. Wendy smiles, but ignores me as she continues talking about something that's not really that important. I mentally groan in annoyance as I try to contain my befuddled mind and my half hard member in my jeans. Casting my eyes around in boredom I see the usual couples and randoms making out, dancing (if you can even call it that at this point) and Tweek who probably just got here, laughing with Butters about something and nursing a green beer bottle and Mr. Asshole himself. If I wasn't so bored and horny I'd probably go find someone to chat with, but since Wendy keeps throwing flirty side looks at me every now and then...I'm thinking about taking her upstairs pretty soon, if she ever stops talking.
But alas I'm still waiting, and stuck trying not to seem so obvious as I watch Kyle as he leans against the wall talking to Amy Anderson, red cup hanging loosely in his left hand as he talks to her. From the looks of it he's actually flirting with her. I know Amy Anderson. She hangs out with Kenny's sister Karen and I often see her in passing when hanging out at their house. She's a good girl, a bit older than Karen, but she doesn't seem to have a bad influence on Karen because they still hang out around their house. I snort at how Amy looks at Kyle, she's so entranced by whatever he's saying. Wendy shoots me a funny look and I swiftly pretend not to see it. God, I wish I could hear what they are saying. Knowing Kyle he has no sense of respect or rather modesty at all so it makes sense that she's practically turning tomato red as he continues to run some type of game on her. I don't even know why I would want to hear whatever lame pickup lines or boring shit Kyle could possibly be spewing to this poor girl. I try to forget I even thought of that and kiss Wendy on her neck gently. A moment passes and I find myself once again staring at Kyle and Amy again.
She's leaning in closer while Kyle just looks too 'cool' for this party, for her, for everything. And I hate it. He gently tucks a lock of her auburn highlighted hair behind her ear and she blushes even more at the small gesture. I actually feel bad for the girl as she continues to talk to Kyle, rambling on about something. Kyle takes a swing of his drink and I swear he spots me-the fucking asshole saw me looking. His lips quirk up and...he's such bastard. I need to get over there. I can't let him do this to that girl. I unwrap my arms from around Wendy with this one thought in mind. As I approach Amy she smiles nervously and gives out a shy, "Hi, Stan." I paint an indifferent smile on my face.
"Hey Amy, great seeing you here." Amy nods and there's an awkward pause before Kyle hands Amy his cup and charmingly enough asks her to refill his cup.
"You should take it easy, you know. Don't want to get fucked up." I mock his earlier comment to me in the kitchen.
Kyle raises his eyebrows at me in mock confusion, "That's the point." Amy quickly returns with Kyle's drink in hand, "You know what sweet cheeks bring me that bottle of Maestro Dobel out of the right bottom cupboard in the kitchen. The girl blushes further and nods before leaving to get Kyle's drink/bottle.
"What do you want," Kyle asks bringing my attention back to him.
"What do you think you're doing? With her?" I spit out.
"Why do you care? Its clearly not of any of your concern, unless you want her for yourself. I don't think Wendy would to be happy about that, right Stanny-boy?"
"Shut your fucking mouth and keep Wendy's name out of your mouth. You know, she's just sixteen right? In case she didn't mention it."
"I'll be sure to let the council know," Kyle quips, the-ever-fucking sarcastic shit.
"You're such a fucking douche, you clearly need help."
"But, you're the one talking to me."
"Lets not," I finally grit out, jaw locked. I'm losing patience quickly, "Just get out of here. Stop fucking with her. There are plenty other girls around-"
Kyle just stares at me, "Why are you really over here?"
"What?"
"You didn't really come over here to play 'hero'. So spit it out or get the fuck out of my face." Kyle says harshly.
"You know what, I just don't get it. W-why are you even here." I don't just mean at this party. Why is he always here!
"Because I can be." Kyle replies and I wonder if he sounds as darkly as I hear him or if it's just my hazy mind and slightly impaired hearing from all this fucking alcohol finally catching up to me. "It's you who needs to go away, who fucks up everything."
"But why?" I blurt out like word vomit. And did my voice always sound so befuddled, "Why me?"
"Because," Kyle says simply.
I slam my fist against the wall beside Kyle's head,"No. Tell me why. Why are you being-being so difficult."
"Because I hate your guts. I just really fucking hate you Stan."
"Tell me why."
"No."
"Kyle."
"Don't say my name."
"Kyle, I-I don't, I can't…" I stop myself. What the hell am I doing. I can't be this fucked up.
I don't know if Kyle heard my unspoken words or not, but it's a small shock as he looks away and pushes me away, "Stop it."
"No, its true." Word vomit.
"Stop. You're drunk. And this conversation is over." Kyle says roughly and loud enough as Amy returns.
I want to scream in frustration at myself and at everything right now really as Kyle pastes on an obvious fake smile for Amy and shoves me hard with his shoulder as he makes his way out of the room with the oblivious girl. And after a few seconds I leave also.
"Jared I...I don't know you enough." I say awkwardly, "Is that cool?"
"Yeah, its okay." Jared agrees with a small smirk.
"Thanks," I say softly. That was fairly easy. Maybe he is a good guy, I wouldn't mind getting to know him better. Outside of this type of setting of course, probably like at a park or something, maybe we can even go to a movie. Eventually as the song switches to something more upbeat I continue to search Ruby out. Still I'm at a loss, but I kind of don't mind being with Jared. This is easy, this is really nice. He's not clumsy and meets my hips as they move to the beat. I find myself once again lost in the music and I don't bat an eyelash as Jared's hands slide further down my hips to the middle of my back. I shoot Jared a confused side look as a warning, but continue to dance. A few moments more I feel Jared's hands grasp my backside again and I immediately stop, frozen. Turning around I glare at a smirking Jared and fully remove his hands away from me.
"Okay, clearly you didn't get it when I like asked you not to touch or try to do anything physical to me."
"Oh, come on, I know you like it. And I'm feeling you, so why not?"
"First, you're confused and I don't like it and I don't like you now excuse me." I can't believe this-this jerk. The audacity. I begin to take my leave, but he catches me around the waist roughly, reeling me back in despite my resistance.
"I'm afraid we aren't done dancing yet," Jared emphasizes this by pulling me in closer.
"Just let me go."
"No. We were having fun. I was enjoying having that fine ass of yours grinding against me." Limited in movements from Jared's tight hands holding my waist I frantically try looking for Ruby (who I still cannot find) or Filmore. My chin is suddenly jerked forward and I'm face to face with Jared again. "I might even take you upstairs to see just how much of a good girl you really are."
"Just stop," I gasp out as Jared harshly grabs a handful of my bum to accentuate his point. I ignore the pain rising within me and keep looking for someone familiar. The only familiar person I can spot is...Tweek. He's talking to some blonde guy who has his back to me. I bite my lip nervously, I don't want to blow me and Ruby's cover, but I need to get away from this guy. I stare at Tweek for awhile hoping Tweek will notice someone is staring at him and after few agonizing moments wrapped in Jared clutches he notices. He searches the crowd for a minute until his passes right over me and I feel as if I'm gonna cry.
But...Tweek's eyes scan over me again and his eyes widen as do mine in a slight plead to help me out. I hope-no I am begging that he understands. A second later Tweek nods and tells the guy with blonde hair something before leaving. Well, there goes my help and there goes my freedom. A moment later I finally spot Ruby behind Jared dancing wildly with some boy. Ruby turns around and I could scream with relief as we make contact and I plead with my eyes that she'd get it. I even wiggle my eyebrows as our secret code for 'help'. Pushing her dance partner away Ruby moves to my side, and grabs me by the forearm to pull me away. I breathe a sigh of relief, but its short lived as Jared speaks clearly annoyed by Ruby, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Karen is this guy bothering you?" I nod and Jared glares at me.
"I didn't do anything she didn't want."
"No, that's not true."
"You," Jared grabs my chin roughly again, "Shut up and you," He spits and glares at Ruby, "Need to back the fuck off and let your friend go."
"Like hell I will."
"Bitch, this has nothing to do with you. Unless you want in too, I could use a good threesome."
"You are such a scum bag," Ruby practically screams. Ruby is truly Craig's sister, you can tell she picked up a few pointers from him. She doesn't back down and this is no exception.
By now we've gotten the attention of the crowd around us as Ruby are Jared go at it. Jared even going as far as to take a threatening step closer to Ruby, but she stands her ground even though he's a couple feet taller than her. "Just back the fuck off." Ruby warns.
"Hey when did you get here Eric?" Kenny asks he and I sit on the back patio passing a joint back and forth. I offer it to Cartman as he plops down in a chair and he takes it, taking a long hit, "About an hour or so ago."
"How'd you even get in?" I ask blowing out the smoke from another rolled blunt.
"I have only ways. But I probably shouldn't have came, this party has been a burner so far."
"Ah, It's alright," Kenny shrugs, "Did you see Connor yet?"
"That asshole's back?" Cartman laughs, "Finishing off his joint, "Nah, but I'll run into sooner or later. How long is he back?"
"I don't know probably the weekend, Kevin's back to."
"Really." Cartman comments idly as he throws the burnt out joint in someone's full cup left on the patio table.
"You fucker," I can't help, but comment, chuckling at Cartman's shitty action.
"No offense Kenny, but I'm not buying that whole macho, 'Imma straight dude, dur da dur' crap Kevin spews, he likes dick." Kenny and I burst into laughter.
"But, dude, he's dating this girl named Sarah I think." Kenny tries, but Cartman raises his eyebrows completely unconvinced.
"Come on Ken, the dude wears a muscle shirt all day, everyday, a pair of faded blue jeans and cowboy boots. He's a walking dick."
"But Sarah though."
"Kenny, there is no Sarah." Cartman assures, causing Kenny and I to erupt in more laughter, "There might be a Samuel, Tom or even an Ethan, but Sarah? Nope."
"How do you even know? You have some sort of gaydar do you?"
"No, I just hang around you gay douche bags to know enough."
"Oh, you probably take dick too." I say and it was worth by the way Cartman turns tomato red and scrunches up his face in disgust.
"Never. I prefer strictly pussy and the occasional ass from a female."
"Hey, don't knock it until you try it." I shrug nonchalantly, watching Cartman eye Kenny and I hatefully.
"What's the difference from doing anal with a girl and fucking a guy?" Kenny asks.
I snap my fingers automatically, "There isn't."
"Whatever, its just not my scene. Anyway, I'm surprised Damien and Pip didn't show."
"You know they only show up for the epic parties and this one, meh." I shrug, before taking a drag.
"Yeah, I'm thinking about going to visit though, they should be back up here by Monday for school."
"Where did they go?" I ask finally finishing off my blunt and discarding it somewhere in the grass.
"To visit his dad."
"And how do you know this?" Cartman asks nosily.
"I have my ways." Kenny replies with a knowing smirk.
Moments later we are interrupted by a slightly frantic Tweek, "Hey, you guys gotta come now!"
"Glad to see you made it Tweek." I can't help, but snark off. And at Tweek's unimpressed glare I can tell he really doesn't want to deal with my shit. Fuck if I care though. Tweek closes his eyes in frustration before speaking again.
"I need you and Ken to come now!"
"Alright dude," Kenny agrees as he stubs out his second joint on the patio step next to him before standing. "You okay man," He asks patting Tweek's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine it's just that-"
"Just back the fuck off!" An all too familiar voice rings throughout the house. No, it couldn't be though, but...I know that screechy voice from anywhere…
"Woah," Kenny half chuckles to try to lighten the mood, "Who the fuck was that?"
"That's what I was trying to tell you both," Tweek looks slightly uncomfortable as he shoots me a quick glance before turning his attention on Kenny. This isn't good. I can feel it, I feel that this is about to piss me the fuck off. I stand up and face Tweek, "It's your sisters," Is all Tweek finally pitches out.
"What? I didn't hear you?" I ask and clearly I've misheard. But by the look on Tweeks face...its enough to send me tearing through the open backdoor and back inside of the house, Kenny, Tweek and Cartman hot on my heels.
I am a bit more than drunk. No, I'm honestly a bit wasted. Still not full hammered but, trust me I'm getting there. As I walk over to Wendy after being lost in the crowd for a while I hug her loosely from behind before letting her go. I try to focus on what the guys are saying, but I have the attention span of a two-year old right now and I find my attention straying elsewhere. On Kyle to be exact. How come he's always here. I leave for an hour or what I assume has been an hour and we somehow end up in the same exact room again. I watch in disgust as Kyle continues to fuck with Amy.
I watch them long enough to notice that three minutes later they are no longer lounging against the wall, but are practically eating each others faces off. Another two minutes pass and glancing back over, the two are nowhere to be found. After a few long moments of taking notice of this I decide to wander the house to bust the fucker. Why? Well, why the hell not. Nothing would be more hilarious than to see Kyle hooking up with a sophomore girl and the look of disgust on her face when she see's his tiny cock. He's so fucking cocky when he's probably the size of my thumb. As I walk the upstairs hall I stop at the sound of loud moaning erupting from down the hall at the very last door. By the green and pink post it notes and dry erase board on the door it's Heidi's room. The door is partially open and as I look inside and I'm instantly frozen.
That's definitely the red-headed jew I was looking for, but what has me so caught off guard is how ferociously he's pounding Amy into Heidi's large green, frilly canopy bed. Every thrust he delivers from behind her causes her large boobs to jiggle uncontrollably and if her moans weren't enough, the way she's gripping onto the light green bedspread for dear life proves how hard they're going at it and how much she likes it. I can't take my eyes away from the scene in front of me, but as I feel someone's eyes on me I'm brought out of my stunned state. I know I've been caught. Looking up I notice Kyle staring at me, his eyes are completely blissed out as he continues to fuck this girl. His lips quirk up in a empty smirk and a second later I find myself backing away from the door and running down the stairs, dodging wasted girls and guys that call my name in greeting. What the fuck was that?! And why the fuck did I just run? Wasn't the point of this was to embarrass Kyle? I'm pulled out of my own head at the sound of shouting and I realize there's an entire crowd formed around on the makeshift dance floor.
"What the fuck is going on here?" That was unmistakably Craig.
"Do tell," A hard voice inputs also, "Because I'm about a second away from socking this cunt in his face." And that was Kenny. Someone touches my shoulder and I turn around to see Tweek as he slides next to me.
"What's going on?" I ask trying not to sound too fucked up than I already am.
"Karen and Ruby are here. Some guy was feeling up on Karen and-"
"What the fuck is it to you." A voice sounds back.
"Will you shut the hell up for once! You're small shit compared to him."
"Yeah defend your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend. He's my brother and that's her's in case you didn't know."
"Who gives a fuck, this has nothing to do with you."
" Anything that happens to Karen happens to me too."
"Oh, I see, so you're both fucking dykes."
"Hey, watch your damn mouth." Kenny says and me and Tweak slide closer through the crowd to get a good look of what's going on.
"You know, fuck you and your dyky sister McCormic-" The poor guy didn't even get to finish before Craig socks him in the mouth. The boy lands on the ground as Craig begins to totally wail on the guy. A few people join in as well and eventually Tweek pushes his way through the few bodies blocking us to try to get Craig off the guy.
"Craig, fuck! Get off him!" Tweek is finally able to get Craig away from the bloodied boy. Tweek pushes Craig away and out of the room and possibly out the house, followed by Kenny, Karen, and Ruby. Soon after the party swings back into gear and someone resumes the music. Only a couple kindhearted souls even think about helping the dude off of the floor and to the nearest bathroom to rinse off and attend to his busted lip. Craig possibly broke his nose if the way he's dripping blood indicates anything.
"Dude, tonight is fucking insane!" Some random guy screams in my ear.
"I know."
Around 2 AM everyone starts to clear out and I laugh my ass off at all the drunk asses spewing their guts up in the front yard and the gross couple making out against the banister. So fucking sick. Even saw Jew following Heidi out of one of the downstairs bathrooms. Don't need a clue to figure out what happened there. Such a fucking hoe, maybe I should convince her to fuck with me. Nah, I really am not that desperate. And who knows how many guys she attended to tonight. I'll just continue to kill this Coors Light and watch tweedledee and tweedledum get bitched out by their older brothers.
"Fucking hell, why did you even come?" Kenny yells at Karen.
"Because we just wanted to get out." Karen replies a bit shaken up.
"Yeah, its our first high school party, we should be able to have fun too." Ruby pipes in.
"Hey," Craig interrupts none too nicely by the way Ruby slightly backs down, "You," He says pointing at Ruby, "Shut your mouth, you have some explaining to do, and is that my shirt?" Ruby pales at that and I hold back laughter as I take another swing of my beer.
"Craig," Ruby starts.
"No. Not a fucking word." Craig says with finality, "Now start walking." Ruby just looks at Craig helplessly before dragging herself towards Craig's parked car.
"Hey," Kenny calls to Craig's retreating back, "Can you drop Karen off on your way?"
"Yeah, sure." Kenny turns away and Karen grabs his arm halting him.
"Kenny, I-I'm so sorry! I just, I didn't think this would happen, I didn't think-"
"That just it Kare, you didn't think. Did even cross your mind as to what could possibly happen at these types of parties? No, you just acted without thinking. What would you have did if that someone would have slipped something in your drink or worse if that jackass would've actually took you upstairs somewhere? What if you couldn't get ahold of Tweek? This isn't a kid party. These people don't care about what happens to you. You are just another random face to them, so it doesn't matter whether or not someone hurts you."
"So what, I'm never going to be able to go to parties now?"
"That's not what I'm saying. Look Kare, you're fresh out of middle school. You need to know how to carry your own. And as much as I want to always be there, I can't always be there. I just want you take this slow. You are not obligated to rush into these types of things, you and Ruby are smarter than that, so be smart about this. And if I'm honest you both are just so much better than this," Kenny finishes his rant and turns his back on a sulking Karen.
"Kare," Craig calls from his car and Karen finally walks away and gets into the backseat of Craig's car.
"Shit, that was so fucking lame."
"Tell me about it." Kenny agrees as he sits on the front steps and out of the way of a group of stumbling drunk girls. "Always knew the day would come when my lil sis was no longer interested in dolls and playing dress up. The day she'd want to start going out and partying." Kenny says wistfully.
I glance at Kenny before shaking my head. I honestly don't think this will become a habit of Karen and Ruby. They are just young girls that wanted to know what it's like to go to an actual high school party. Despite them not realizing that not all high school parties are actually how they are portrayed on TV. Like Kenny said both girls are admittedly smart, but it's because they have brothers like Kenny and Craig they most likely won't end up like Heidi- begging guys for a fuck just to stay popular. Even though, Ruby seems bold and fearless her brother's word are final to her, she listens to him as do Karen to Kenny. Karen is practically Kenny's baby, he's been taking care of her before he really even knew how to take of himself and she knows this and doesn't take advantage of it...but Kenny doesn't need to hear this from me.
"Yeah," I say instead, "Sucks to be you."
Kenny smirks, "Fuck you."
"You wish."
"Maybe." Kenny winks at me suggestively and I'd never wanted to kill the bastard so bad.
"Gross, get loss," I sneer at Kenny and totally ignore Kenny's annoying laughter as I return inside of the pretty much empty house besides that same disgusting couple. The guy literally threw up not even six minutes ago and continues to tongue this girl down.
(*)
Walking down the silent hallways and disposing of my beer bottle somewhere on the floor (who cares, its not my house) I eventually pass the door I entered the party through. The door was cracked just enough for me to see three people inside together, huddled in a half circle, pants around their ankles along with their boxers...cocks out. And in the middle of it was fucking Gary. I gotta hand it to him. As I watch him work over these guys dicks it amazes me. How he has a certain technique, as he sucks one sloppily, and furiously jerks off the others...I'm slightly entranced. Looking away from the blonde boy in the middle I take in the other guys around him. Two brunette guys I don't recognize and a blonde one who's gripping the back of Gary's head, face fucking him with a large shit eating grin. I'd be able to recognize that grin from anywhere. Connor. Backing away from the door I close it soundlessly. The room Gary let me in through...It was Connor's. That explains the trophies and the sports magazines. As I'm making my way back out the front door I bump into Kyle.
"Watch where you're going fatass." I ignore Kyle and continue to take my leave. As I make my way into the fresh, cool outdoors I'm grabbed on the arm.
"What Kahl?" I ask irritated.
"What has your panties in a bunch?"
"Nothing, I just had too much to drink." I lie. Kyle accepts this though and doesn't push further and falls into step with me. We don't say anything for a while and that's fine and I pretend I don't see Gary's car parked a couple meters down on the side of the street. Finally when Heidi's house is out of complete sight and we're rounding the corner past Clyde's house Kyle speaks.
"Stan tried to talk to me tonight." I say nothing to this, and Kyle continues, "He tried to tell me-"
"You know what Kyle, I can't do this tonight. I can't listen to you wallow in pain and talk about Stan. I friggin' can't and to be blunt I'm tired of it." We round another corner and I spot my house in sight. I stop and look at Kyle. He's a right mess right now and a part of me feels a little guilty about not listening to the guy or at least humoring him, but a very big part of me right now, doesn't regret telling Kyle how I feel for once. "Just go get some sleep dude," I find myself saying, "Rinse your fucking mouth out and get some water in your system and just go to bed." Kyle nods before we both turn the opposite way heading home. I swear to whatever is holy that if I didn't love Kyle like a brother I wouldn't do this. I wouldn't even put up with his shit. But alas I've been the bearer of all his bullshit since Stan stopped trudging the load. Its not like he doesn't have anyone to talk to, he just talks to me...like somehow in my fucked up way I'll be able to understand what he's going through. I just can't right now with him, with everybody.
Shelly M.
"Yeah mom, don't worry I have my key. Yes, I know. Yes mom," I sigh in exhaustion as I continue to walk up the driveway and up the short pathway to the front door of the house. As I only half listen to whatever mom is nagging my ear off about as I step onto the welcome mat and start unlocking the house door. "Alright mom, I'll see you when you come home...whenever that is."
"Okay Shell, and if you want you can order takeout or have the rest of the leftover alfredo your dad made for dinner, but I'll see you soon." With that I unlock the house door and end the phone call. Looking at the time on my phone alfredo is sounding pretty good right about now, but maybe-
"Well if it isn't Shelly Marsh." I halt with my hand on the door knob at the strikingly familiar voice. Turning around with a grimace, hand perched on my right hip I face the man in front of me.
"What do you want Skyler?" I spit out.
"Why the long face Shell? Aren't you happy to see me?"
In all honesty no, I am not by any means happy to see my ex-boyfriend Skyler. Emphasis on the Ex part. We hadn't dated since I was in the tenth grade and had a meaningless fling back in the twelfth, but he's always been a self absorbed asshole so shit just never worked out. The last time I'd even seen Skyler was the summer before I left for my freshmen year of college and Skyler left to make it out in California as an musician. But to see him here standing in front of my house with that same sardonic smile he always had makes me remember why I avoided Skyler and his friends (who stayed in South Park) every time I came home from school. I didn't want to speak to or hear about Skyler then and I definitely don't now.
"Thought you were in California." I decide to say as I make no moves to greet or come closer to Skyler.
"Was," Skyler answers, but doesn't make any moves towards me either as he leans against his black 1969 Camaro. "But you knew that already." Skyler says a fake grin lacing his mouth.
I shake my head at his comment, a noncommittal sound erupting from my vocal cords, "Nope, I don't keep up with you like that-like-"
"You used to," Skyler finishes as he crosses his leather clad arms across his chest. And I refuse to acknowledge the way the leather jacket hugs his muscular figure. It'll be a lie to say as he's gotten older Skyler's good looks haven't improved (He comes a long way from split ends, pimples and just overall bad acne), and his boyish features is nothing, but a distant memory compared to his whole 'Rugged' older look he has now. But whatever. He's still a douche.
"Okay, lets just go with that."
"Its true."
Skyler holds his hands up, "Not arguing it."
"What do you want Skyler? I'm tired from driving and I just want to go to sleep."
"Can't I just visit an old friend? Whether you know it or not I do consider you a friend even though we've seen each other's private...bits."
I grit my teeth, why was I even expecting him to actually care that I'm tired and just drove all the way from school after my last class and straight home. Why was I expecting him to be mature about this? I don't know, maybe I'm crazy or I'm just that sleep deprived right now. "Get to the point."
"Alright. Look, I have a friend that lives in downtown LA and eventhough I've come back home for a little while we still keep in touch."
"So, what does this have to do with me?"
"So, my friend works at some indie cafe and she's always talking about this sweet guy who comes in regularly and orders the exact same thing everyday, a cafe au lait with soy milk. He's so nice and even though he's a tad timid he's not as uptight up as she first thought he was. To make a long story short, because he comes in so much they get to hang out sometimes when she's on break or when the day is slow and there's not many customers. She finds out that he's actually a really strict vegan and orders the same thing because that's the only drink they make that fits his diet. But what really caught my attention was when he mentioned having lived in California for years, but for a short time he lived in a small town. What small town? South Park."
"Im not following," I comment as I rub my tired eyes and switch my keys to my other hand. "There's a list of people who are probably vegan and at once lived in South Park."
"Okay, I get that so I ask my friend to atleast give me a name and finally she says, 'Skyler, he has the weirdest name, Larry. Feegan." I'm frozen. I hadn't heard that name in what seems like so long. Skyler must be bullshitting.
"Bull," I call.
"No," Skyler assures, "I'm not."
"No. No, no, no, no. Just no. This," I cover my face with my hands and bend down momentarily before quickly standing back up. "This can't be. He's dead...He's supposed to be dead!"
"I know that's what I said. I said that it was impossible they even had this kid on the news, in the newspaper all around town for weeks. And he just magically turns up in LA alive and well. Completely insane. So, she sends me a picture and…" Skyler doesn't finish his statement.
"What? And what Skyler?" I ask pushing my brown locks out of my face in irritation. Skyler just stares at me for a brief moment before speaking, "You know what, I think this was a bad idea. I should've never come, I shouldn't have said anything."
"No, Skyler I-I want to see," I swallow the lump in my throat, holding back tears, "I want to see the picture."
"Okay," Skyler agrees at last and he takes out his phone from his jacket pocket and taps around on it. I come closer once he presents the picture to me. And smack dead on his screen was of a guy with tan skin and short blonde hair with his thumb raised on one hand and his other wrapped around a blue coffee cup with intricate drawings covering its entirety. And most of all even though he's skinner, that smile was so familiar as it graced his lips. I want to faint three times over, but I can't even look away from the picture of a now young-adult Larry and his shy smile and rosy cheeks. When I finally work up the nerve to look away my eyes are begging to let tears fall. So without another word or goodbye I run into the house, slamming the door in the process and lock it with just the flick of my wrist before sliding down the dark wooden door and onto to the mahogany wooden floor. The sound of my erratic breathing echoing in the empty house.
What the hell is going on? Why? Just why, why now? Wait, why does it even matter? I'm completely moved on from just some childhood crush...But why can't I shake the burn I feel in my chest, and the throbbing in my heart. I feel like I've been lied to...for a long time and I don't-I don't know what I am going to do.