Will you be mine, dude?

Hopes

Narrator

Kyle's gang met at a liquor store nearby to get their shopping done. Since they were underage, they had to ask a random guy to buy them their preferred beverages. They didn't want to come empty handed.

Once they got their precious bottles they put them into plain black bags and left for Clyde's house.

"I wanna get fucking wasted..." Stan said after a while as if he was telling a joke.

The black haired boy's idea made Kyle a bit uncomfortable. He knew that Stan clearly had a problem with alcohol, and it was sad to think that a boy his age would probably be a full time alcoholic in a couple years.

"Dude, you don't need to get wasted to have fun..." said the ginger.

"Jeez, Ky, u sounding like my mom" He laughed. "Don't spoil the mood dude! it's a freaking party"

"I just said that because I care for you, you're my SBF after all..." Kyle answered.

"oh fuck get a room you two" Said Cartman.

"Wanna join fatass?" Stan asked him with a smirk.

Thus, with their usual little "quarrels", they made it to their destination.

Kyle's POV

Clyde's house was packed with people dancing to loud music, smoking and drinking. We couldn't even hear our own voices, and everywhere we looked there were empty plastic cups. Were his parents used to parties this loud? Well, why would they care?...after all, they weren't home (and wouldn't be for the whole weekend).

"h-hey guys, it's naskjdl .... it's nicetlfdlkjf... nice to see u here" the host welcomed us, struggling to talk and chuckling. He must have drunk at least 2 bottles of black vodka before we came. He couldn't even stand straight.

We all looked at each other and burst out laughing. We had never seen a drunk Clyde.

All the booze was being stored in the kitchen, so we went there, opened our bags and got us some drinks. Mine was rum and coke, and it tasted...HORRIBLE. I'm not a drinker, my alcohol tolerance level is -50, but since Stan prepared it for me I couldn't refuse it.

Talking about Stan, after pouring our drinks he went straight to a group of guys who played on the football team. They were all talking about shit only they found funny. Cartman was busy talking to Heidi, he has had a crush on her since the 3rd grade, but never got the balls to tell her. Funny thing right? That fatass was never afraid of anything but rejection.

On the other hand Kenny needed to go to the bathroom, so he went upstairs. I didn't mind my friends leaving me on my own because I came to this party with just one purpose: talking to Craig.

I went to the living room, the backyard, the kitchen (again), upstairs, squeezing through the dancing crowd, turning my head everywhere trying to spot the tall guy. "Where else can I search?" I thought to myself. I was not going to give up.

"Have you seen Craig?" I asked random people, but the answer was always negative. I must've been like that for at least 30 minutes. Even Kenny helped me look around.

He was nowhere to be found.

I felt hurt...Tonight I was supposed to talk to him, but he didn't come. Well, it's not his fault... It's not like he knew about my plan. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.

"I'm sorry Ky, I didn't mean to drag you here...I mean, I really thought he would be here, I'm sorry" Kenny told me patting my shoulder.

"You didn't drag me here Ken, I came here willingly. I know you mean well, dude" I said, giving him a weak smile. I felt defeated.