you're my best friend, i'll love you forever // style

2.

the moment we got inside my house, we dumped our backpacks off by the stairs and went right up to my room to play warcrafters. after kenny and cartman fought over who gets the fastest jet (kenny won), we played for hours, round after round, the sunset turned to stars, and soon the only light in my room was from the old dim tv.
i looked on my alarm clock and it said 6:51.
  my dad poked his head in, the hallway light feeling foreign. "hey boys, so i heard you are staying the night?"
there was a chorus of 'yes sir's.
"yeah yeah, that's fine, i'll order some pizza. how does 1 cheese and one pepperoni sound? if anyone needs anything, me and stan's mom will be downstairs." we all nodded and he left.

  now that i was snapped back into reality, i started thinking of wendy again. i just hope that she had a nice shopping trip.

  "heheh, you guys. after we eat, we should do something totally ridiculous." said cartman.
  "yeah!! how about t.p.ing or egging someone's house? that's our go - to!"kenny replied.
  "nao kinny, too overused."
i joined in. "wait, egging is a good idea. i know someone who needs it, y'all gotta trust me."
  cartman seemed confused. "stan, you don't jus go around egging. toilet papering is just a casual thing and usually nothing personal, that's like kid code. but egging is vengance and it stinks in the morning. who the fuhck are we after?"
  i told them it was clyde and the whole deal with him and wendy, and the four of us deemed it fit. we agreed to sneak out after we made sure my parents went to sleep. then. when we get back, i call wendy and ask her about it while they listen quietly.

  soon the pizza came, and we brought it back up to my room as we finalize our scheme.
  kyle perked up. "okay, i just thought of something. how the hell are we getting four dozen eggs??"
"easy" cartman said, "my mom bakes, like every day. so i know she has plenty. i sneak in my house and if she catches me, i just say i need some things because i'm gonna take a shower. but really, i grab the eggs, and make a run for it >;)."

  "you don't shower anyways, fatass! that's why you and your breath stink!"
"not as bad as kHinny! he's poorr!"
i got fed up.
"oh my god shut it!! if we're gonna get away with this, we all have to be quiet and work together. i sound like a mom, okay? but clyde needs to learn a lesson."
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10pm rolls around, and we finally hear snoring from my parents' room. we put our coats and shoes on. i go out first to make sure the coast is clear, then after a few minutes they follow. we sneak down to the front door, and we cringe at the loud creakk it made when we turned the rusty knob. but soon the cold november air hit us, and once we all were outside, we made a mad dash for cartman's house - which happens to be 4 doors down from clyde.

we made it there, catching our breath and sharp freezing air fills our lungs.
"i'll be in and out, " cartman went in through his front door and we hid in the side bushes. within minutes, he was back out, giggling and holding 4 cartons of eggs and we each took one. "you guys, you guys! my mom was asleep on the couch and the bitch heard nothing!! hahaha!"

kyle rolled his eyes. "yeah yeah, come on, we have a house to egg." we kept walking, when we saw car headlights turn onto our road.
"shit, police!!" kenny said and pulled his hoodie strings. cartman bolted but kyle pulled him back before he got too far.
the patrol car slowed down and officer barbrady rolled down the window. we stood there in silence, holding our eggs. he just stared at us.
"well i'll see you kids later, just making sure no one is getting into any trouble tonight."
we stood there until he drove off and disappeared to another street. barbrady is a fucking nut.

we arrive at clyde's house and we stand in front of it, eyeing all the spots we're going to egg.
i take a step forward and hold an egg tightly in my palm. "let's get to cracking, dudes." in seconds eggs went flying and the house was getting covered at all angles, eggshells falling into the snow. windows, front door, no part left unegged.

soon we were all out, but then kyle put his last egg in my hand. "here stan, last one goes to you." i smiled down at him. "i'll make it count, kyle".
the egg felt slightly heavier than the others, but whatev. i hurled it at clyde's window, but instead of yolk just splatting, the egg broke a hole in the fucking window and glass shards fell into the snow.

oh shit.

it was a bad egg!!!
we bolted, laughing. there was the sound of dogs barking and clyde's dad hollering at us. but we ran out of view and to my house, and never looked back. kyle and kenny patted me on the back, the wind was on my face, running fast we can, i felt so fucking free.

we made it back to my house and silently snuck back in. but the moment we made it in my room we bursted into laughter. kyle got me in a headlock and ruffled my hair.

"dude, i am SO glad i gave you that rotten ass egg!!!" "yeah!"
we all exchanged smiles as we laughed uncontrollably.
  "if clyde knew it was you, he would totally rock your shit." said cartman.

later cartman was the first to go to sleep, then kenny. as i was drifting to sleep, i felt a tap on my shoulder. "stan, you still awake?" i woke up and saw two hazel eyes looking down at me.

"yeah kyle, wassup?" i sat up from my nest of blankets in the floor. "just wondering if my best buddy was still awake because i can't sleep." i looked on my clock.
12:13 a.m. i stood up and stretched.
"want to go downstairs and make some hot chocolate?" i offered. he nodded with a smile and we went down to the kitchen.

blue moonlight drooped in from the frosted - over windows, and our only light sources were from the orange streetlights outside. i found a flashlight from a kitchen drawer and turned on the light under the microwave. i got 2 hot chocolate packets and we got to work.

"so, will you talk to wendy?" kyle said, quietly.

i shook my head. "i guess i'll call her in the morning. if she won't pick up, then i'll ask her about it when i see her sunday."

"hm."

"you know kyle, i don't hear much about your love life. there was rebecca last year, but that's it." i placed our terrance and phillip mugs into the microwave and i sat up on the counter.

he played with a red curl that hung low by his eye. "well, there's not much i have to say. i don't catch feelings easily, but if i like someone, i'll let you know."

i stared out the window, watching a cat climb down my neighbor's roof and into a tree.
"what do you want for christmas?" he then said.

"i haven't thought about it. maybe a guitar."

  the microwave was on its last few seconds so i stopped it before it beeped.  i gave him his mug and we went over to the couch.

  we talked for what must have been hours. we talked about life, school, future jobs, slandering cartman and a bunch of other kids at school of course.
  every time i looked over at him, he was looking at me. i love talking with him, it's so familiar.

  later on, we got tired. we put our mugs on the floor next to us and fell asleep almost immediately.

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  "look kinny, i knew that jew was a total fag."

  i felt something cold slip down my shirt and i immediately shot up to see kenny and cartman laughing, and kyle shaking ice out of his shirt as well.

  "guys what the hell are you doing?!!" i exclaimed. i noticed it was morning. i looked on the wall clock, 8:35.

  "no why are you two on the couch? what did you two do last night??" kenny asked, "also kyle your mom wants you home at 9."

  after kyle left, the others left one by one not too long after. then i was left all alone again, and tomorrow i'll have to find out the reason wendy went shopping with clyde.