DARE 💖 Style

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Sunday, March 16th
Nobody's POV
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Loud blaring music, smokey claustrophobic room, tables full of drugs and drinks, people having sex and making out randomly everywhere- Oh what a joy College parties were! Stan wasn't in college, and neither was Kenny nor Cartman, but Kenny knew a guy who knew a guy, so he always knew about the most popping parties. And so that's what the three of them were doing. At first, they sat in a circle of people passing around a blunt taking hits, but once that was gone, someone got the idea to play truth or dare. Deep into the game, drunk, and high, Stan let out a soft annoyed sigh. He was tired and bored with his friends and all these people, everything starting to feel overly irritating.

Usually he would be talking to Kyle, but Kyle was absent. Seeing that it was Sunday, a school night, instead of being out at a college party like Stan and the others, he was being responsible and staying home, getting some sleep. Then again, he was the only one of the boys who chose to go to college. That surprised nobody though.

"Stan!" Cartman shouted, snapping Stan out of his thoughts, "Huh?" "Were you even listening? I said truth or dare, dumb ass!" He said crankily.

"Right... Uh, Dare." Stan said absent-mindedly, taking a sip of the beer he was drinking. Cartman thought a moment, chuckling maliciously to himself, "Alright. Well, I've heard through the grapevine that Kyle has a bit of a thing for you, romantically, that is." Stan gave a confused look "What the hell does that have to do with this!?"

"What doesn't it? I dare you to pretend to date him for a whole month and then break up with him." Cartman said with an evil grin. "What!? No way!" Stan exclaimed, "Dude, you have to! You can't just not do a dare!" One of the guys in the circle said drunkenly, looking at him. Stan huffed, looking at the ground, "Cartman, I'm not doing that!" He told him, making the other huff, "Stan, don't be such a wuss, just fucking do it!!" Cartman shouted

 "Fine! Fine, I'll do it."

Stan tuned out the rest of the game after his turn, his head hurting and his mood spiked. There wasn't enough alcohol in the world to make him feel less annoyed nor less skeptical. Stan didn't want to hurt Kyle, even if it wasn't true that he didn't like him like that. Kyle was his Super Best Friend, the guy who had been through everything with him, bad and good. The one that was always right by his side... Was he really going to go through with this?