TW: USE OF ALCOHOL
The day of the party, Stan made sure to get ready for it extra carefully. He wanted to make sure he would be ready to face Wendy and talk to her. Kyle had already declined going, so he was nervous about going in alone. Cartman and Kenny wouldn't give two shits about his situation with Wendy so he had no backup. When he got there, the first thing he did was look around to see if Wendy was there. He couldn't find her. Did she even come? Shit. What if she's not even here. She probably cancelled or something.I need to relax. I'm overthinking it. He turned his head to a table where a few other people were already gathered by, holding drinks. That should help me relax.
Wendy and Bebe were holding drinks and laughing near the table. Clyde was there too, his arm around Bebe's waist. He looked kind of bored listening to them talk but according to Bebe he was the 'perfect boyfriend.' No one believed that bullshit.
Clyde noticed Stan and waved at him with his free hand, somehow forgetting how awkward it would be if he walked over.Wendy was over Stan. She was done with the on and off relationship and she knew Stan didn't like her like he used to, yet he still convinced himself he did.
Stan saw Wendy and his heart raced. There she is. No turning back. He walked over to them, trying to look more confident than he really was. "Hey guys, what's up?" What the fuck am I doing. Oh god.
Wendy closed her eyes and took an annoyed breath before looking up at Stan. "We were just talking." "Oh, yeah uh. That's cool." Stan smiled nervously. "Listen, uh.. Wendy. I- Can we talk for a second?" Wendy sighed. "Sure. What is it?"
"Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for.. for everything. I- I wanna fix this. I love you. I really do and I want to be able to prove that to you." Wendy put her hand up in front of Stans face, indicating that she didn't care and didn't want him to continue. "Stop it Stan. I'm done. Every time we get back together you ignore me! I'm sick of this! I'm sorry Stan but its a no. Can you please just leave me alone now?" Wendy huffed.
"But Wendy I-" "No Stan! I'm done! Just because your desperate now doesn't mean I'm gonna take you back!!" Stan felt sick. He swallowed back the lump in his throat before he spoke. "Okay." He walked past her and grabbed a drink, chugging it like a lifeline. Then another. And another.
The people by the table were taken aback. He drank until he felt like he was going to keel over if he drank any more. He felt like he was going to throw up and he ran to the bathroom, feeling like everyone's eyes were on him. He tried to throw up, but he couldn't.
He felt so dizzy and sick. His heart was pounding in his chest and everything felt too loud. He could hear all the people talking outside the door and he covered his ears as he sat on the floor inches from the toilet he had tried to puke into. I don't know what to do anymore. The one reason I came here is gone and it's too early to leave. I'll just hide in here.
He curled up against the wall in the bathroom and tried to cry, but no tears would come out. He put his face in his hands and dry cried, the alcohol slowly working it's way into his system until he started to lose his train of thought.
He eventually pulled out his phone and messaged the first contact in his phone. Kyle. 'tyhis aprty sucks' Kyle quickly responded to the text. 'Are you drunk?' He ignored Kyle's question. 'tyis is dumb fuckinf asshole girsl i don't iggnore peiple'
'Did Wendy reject you?' 'ueah and it doiesnt mak any sense ay all j sydbt dj Byrhkpnv i dibt uhgerfsanf'His texting became less and less clear as he started to finally, finally cry.
'Are you okay? Whos house is the party even at?'
'i dint rnember' Who even needs Wendy? I should just be hanging out with my best friend anyways. That's a good idea. Stan slowly tried to pull himself up to his feet, but failed and texted Kyle again. 'om cominf over just give me a secinf'
Stan slowly stood up and walked out of the bathroom, looking like a drunken wreck. Though he wasn't the only one at least. A few other people were visibly as drunk as him. He stumbled over to one of the people who looked sober. Butters.
"Oh geez, are you okay Stan? You look awful drunk." Stan rolled his eyes. "I don't care. Whatt fuckinnnn house are we at?""It's Millie Larsen's party, why?""Ok bye."
Butters stared at him dumbfounded as Stan wobbled his way to the drinks again. He grabbed another and chugged it before texting Kyle back. 'M illieLarsen' Kyle read the text turning on his car before texting back, 'omw'. He quickly started driving to her house which wasn't very far.
He looked around for somewhere to park. He parked across the street and got out of his car, walking up to the house. He texted Stan before walking in, 'Where are you?'. He walked in the house looking around then looking back at his phone, waiting for Stan to text him back.
After waiting for a while, he grew restless and walked around again. And then he saw Wendy again. Stan didn't reply to Kyle's text, leaving it on read. He stumbled over to where he spotted Wendy. "HEY! WENDY!" Wendy jumped and turned to the drunken Stan. "What?" She sounded annoyed.Kyle heard Stan yell and jumped before running to the direction of the sound. He's so stupid.
"I thought more about it annd I just wanted you to know I don't need you back anyways aaand you," He pointed at her as he thought about what he was even trying to say.
"..can just go FUCK yourself." He flipped her off before he stumbled off and immediately fell face first onto the floor after tripping. I showed her! HA.
Wendy just rolled her eyes, used to Stan's behavior when hes drunk. Kyle heard the thud of Stan tripping and walked up to him. He squat down next to Stan and sighed. "C'mon, lets go." Stan pulled himself up onto his feet. "..'Kay" Kyle stood regularly and grabbed Stans arm, dragging him outside to his car. "You need to stop drinking so much."
"You need to- you should- stop worrying so much." He replied as he got into the car. He hiccuped as he sat down in the seat and hit his head back on the headrest dramatically. "Ughh." Kyle sat in the drivers seat and started the car. "If I didn't care so much, you would be stuck at this party crying cause of Wendy."
"No way. I'm totally over- over all of this shit. For reals."He smiled with drunken confidence. Kyle turned his head to Stan, he could tell he was lying. It was quite obvious. "Whatever you say man." Kyle said and started driving back to his house. "You can't be super loud cause my parents are sleeping. They'll kill me if they found out I left the house without them knowing."
"Okay." Stan leaned his head on the window and just spaced out for a while before breaking the silence with laughter. "Dude, did you see how I flipped her off and everything? She's probably totally pissed."
Kyle smiled. "Your so stupid, Stan." He chuckled. "What did she even say to you?" He rolled his eyes. "Something about- about how I ignored her or something. Dude I didn't fuckinn- I didn't fuckin ignore her! She just-" He frowned. "I think 's like.. She compared me to Clyde and Bebe or something. They're not even-!" He found himself getting worked up over it again. He sighed. "It's whatever. It's all shit, y'know?"
Kyle nodded. "Yeah. Clyde and Bebe don't even have that good of a relationship. I can still feel her staring at my ass when I walk past her." He shivered.He pulled into his driveway and got out of the car.
Stan laughed and followed Kyle, hiccupping again. "I don't think I even said hi to Cartman or Kenny." "They probably heard you scream at Wendy." He walked up to the front door and unlocked it. He walked in and waited for Stan, closing the door behind him.
Stan started to walk up the stairs to Kyle's room, nearly falling off the steps multiple times. He's a total mess. Kyle caught up with Stan and put his arm around his waist, "Clearly you need help walking." He snickered. Stan's face reddened as he mumbled a small lighthearted "Shut up..". He didn't really mind the help though.
Kyle smiled and guided Stan into Kyles room, shutting the door behind him. "You smell like alcohol." "No shit, really?" He giggled as he flopped onto Kyle's bed on his back. "Pretty sure I'm the- I was the person who drank the most out of everyone there or whatever."
Kyle rolled his eyes and walked to his dresser pulling out a pair of shorts and throwing them at Stan. "You're so stupid, Stan." "I think you're just too smart for everyone else or something." He said, eyeing the shorts with confusion. "Do I get a shirt or something with this?" He snickered.
"I'd assume you're wearing a shirt under your jacket but since you're soooo desperate to wear my clothes." Kyle rolled his eyes and threw a random t-shirt at Stan. "And I'm not smart, I just choose to use my brain."
Stan did sort of forget he was wearing his jacket. Shit. Whatever. Kyle's clothes were way more comfortable than his own anyways. He had no idea why, maybe it's just him being crazy or something. "Same thing." Stan got up and made his way to the bathroom, sparing Kyle from watching him struggle to put the clothes on while in such a state.
When he came back he returned to Kyle's bed, smiling.
Kyle rolled his eyes at Stan and flopped down on his bed next to him. "Quit smiling like that." He snickered.Kyle pulled out his phone and started playing random apps on his phone, trying to amuse himself.
"Can't help it. You make me smile when- whenever we hang out man." Stan closed his eyes, not tired but just trying to relax a bit.
"Thats gay dude." Kyle joked putting his phone down and turning to look at Stan. "Is it?" He laughed. "You're my best- super best friend, that's all." He felt Kyle's eyes on him and he opened his own, looking over at the ginger. I don't think I've ever considered dating guys before. I just think of it as a joke most of the time. ...I wonder what that would feel like.
Kyle felt a bit disappointed. He wasn't sure why. "You're mine too, man." Stan giggled. "I'm not gay, but to be honest if you were a girl I'd totally date you." Kyle blushed. "Hmm. If you were a girl.. I'd consider it." He joked. Completely oblivious to how gay this is.
Stan laughed, his heart feeling fuzzy and light. He loved hanging out with his super best friend. He wouldn't trade it for anything. Kyle thought to himself . Dating him wouldn't be that bad... Kyle blushed at his own thoughts and face palmed.
Stan reached over and started to mess with Kyle's hair, fidgeting with the curls and a tender smile on his face. Looking at Kyle like he was the only person in the world. He was sure he was just going through all sorts of emotions because he was drunk, but he couldn't help but want to just hug Kyle and not let go forever.
But this was fine for now. It's as close as he should reasonably get and it would stay that way. His heavy-lidded eyes started to flutter slower blinks, threatening to close as exhaustion washed over him. "I love you, man. You're the best friend I could have- could have ever asked for.." He mumbled contently.
"I love you too, Stan." He blushed and put his hand in Stan's hair, moving it away from his face. With that, Stan's eyes fully closed and he drifted into sleep. Kyle smiled and put his hand on Stan's cheek before also falling asleep.