Drunk Hearts

Let's Just Forget

Kyle, left alone on the bed, could barely collect his thoughts. He thought about going after Stan, but he couldn't get over the fact that he had just dropped the L-bomb. 

Part of Kyle had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but he also was drowning in confusion. Stan and Wendy had been broken up for years now, is this why Stan hadn't been in a relationship since? Why did Wendy think Stan was cheating with him? Why hadn't he said anything before? He's drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying. But what if he's telling the truth? Aren't drunk words sober thoughts? What's going to happen now?

He shook his head, trying to mask the questions racing in his mind. He started at the floor, not realizing he had balled his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palm.

All of a sudden, he heard Kenny shouting unintelligible words from the bathroom. He sounded like he was laughing, or cheering? Kyle couldn't make it out.

Kyle decided to get up and walk closer to the bathroom to eavesdrop.

"DRUNK IDIOT!" Kenny hollered, kicking his feet in the air. He had been laughing so hard he ran out of breath, gripping his stomach.

"Shut up!" Stan shushed, covering his eyes with his hands.

Butters was laughing too, but quieter. He surely wasn't expecting this.

Panting, Kenny continued, "you, you, HA youuuu,"

"I'm beating your ass when I sober up, McCormick."

Kyle, on the other side of the door, felt his eyes becoming heavy. He wanted to listen more, but he was too tired. He decided to shuffle to his own room, and pretty much immediately fell asleep upon impact on his bed.

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Stan had woken up, still on the bathroom floor. He opened his eyes to Kenny splayed out next to him, Butters laying on Kenny's back.

"What the fuck," Stan muttered to himself, grappling to pull out his phone. Apparently, it was 6am.

"Kenny," Stan shook his friend, shaking Butters in the process.

"What?" Kenny groaned, not opening his eyes.

Butters, on the other hand, shot up, "Oh hamburgers, we fell asleep on the bathroom floor!"

Kenny tilted his head up, finally blinking his eyes open, squinting at the scene.

"When did we fall asleep?" Stan asked, pushing himself up.

"Beats me. Comfy though," Kenny mumbled.

Butters grabbed Kenny's shoulder, turning the sleepy boy around, "no, it's not. Come on, let's get to bed. Your real bed."

Kenny sighed, taking his precious time slumping up off the floor, following his favorite boy back to his room. Stan had trotted to his own room, stopping for a moment at Kyle's door. He sighed, and kept walking.

Once he got into bed, Stan couldn't fall back to sleep. His head was throbbing, his stomach was sore, and he couldn't stop thinking about what he had told Kyle. Maybe it would be better if he pretended like he was too drunk to remember. Stan had a pretty good memory when it came to recalling events while drunk, but he also used that to his advantage, to pick and choose what he remembered and what he "forgot". Eventually, Stan did end up nodding off again.

A couple of hours had gone by, and Stan awoke again to the smell of bacon filling the air. He slowly got out of bed, sulking down the stairs.

"Good morning!" Butters exclaimed, making breakfast.

Stan smiled a bit, "aw Butters, you didn't have to make up breakfast."

"I wanted to!"

Kenny was up against Butters' back, with his arms wrapped around him. He was swaying them back and forth, and even though it hindered Butters' movement, he didn't mind.

Stan looked over, and saw Kyle cleaning up. His throat tightened up a bit, scared of what Kyle was going to say. Kenny noticed Stan become uncomfortable, and mouthed, "help clean."

Stan grabbed a trash bag and began helping Kyle pick up solo cups and other trash that was thrown around. He didn't say anything, but neither did Kyle. The room was eerily silent, except for the sizzling in the kitchen.

"How's the hangover?" Stan piped up, hoping to mask the awkward tension surrounding them.

"Oh, I don't really get hangovers," Kyle responded, not looking at Stan.

Stan chuckled, "oh yeah, that's right."

"How's yours?"

"My head was killing me earlier, but I took some meds and I feel a bit better. Really hungry though," Stan chuckled.

"Good thing the food is ready!" Butters interrupted, Stan silently thanking him.

Kyle and Stan set down the bags and simultaneously went to the kitchen sink to wash their hands. Stan accidentally bumped into Kyle, sending shockwaves of anxiety down his body.

"Sorry, you go first," Stan tried to play it off.

After the two were done, they joined Kenny and Butters at the table. There were pancakes, bacon, strawberries, and eggs to choose from, and Kyle was so grateful. He put some of everything on his plate, and began eating.

Stan, on the other hand, only grabbed one pancake and some strawberries. Though his stomach growled for more, he needed to take back some control.

Kyle looked at Stan's plate and frowned, "I thought you were really hungry?"

Stan avoided eye contact, "oh, yeah, I am, but I'm also kind of nauseous."

Kyle gave a hmph and continued eating. Neither of them said anything else, just listened to Kenny and Butters talk about whatever.

"So Stan," Kenny said firmly, bringing him back into reality, "how much do you re-"

Kenny was abruptly cut off by Stan kicking his leg hard under the table. Kenny winced, but took the hint, sending a deadly look Stan's way. He was going to have to confront this sooner or later.

Kyle was still fighting his thoughts. He, too, remembered last night's events, but he wasn't going to bring it up first. If Stan doesn't remember, then there is no need to make things weird.

"I have to get to work," Stan said, throwing the rest of his food in the trash.

"Hey!" Kenny yelled, "don't waste food! I would have eaten that!"

Stan rolled his eyes and put his plates in the sink before heading back to his room to get ready.

"Hey Kenny," Kyle started, softly, "did Stan tell you anything?"

"Like what?"

"About the party... You know what, never mind, it's not important," Kyle sulked down in his chair a bit.

Kenny looked at him, trying to pinpoint Kyle's mood. He knew what he was talking about, but it wasn't really his place to say anything. What Stan had shared with him in the bathroom was confidential, and he didn't want to say anything Stan didn't want anyone else knowing. He looked at Butters for a second, locking eyes, and they both silently agreed that Stan would talk when he was ready.

"Ahh, I was pretty crossed man, a lot of the night is a blur," Kenny lied. He didn't like lying to his friends, but again, it wasn't his place.

"I figured," Kyle said, getting up and washing his plates. Butters looked a bit worried, but Kenny put his hand on his thigh to reassure him.

"Alright, I'm heading out, I'll be back later," Stan said, immerging from the stairs and grabbing his keys.

"Bye," the three others said in unison.

"Creepy," Stan laughed, shutting the door behind him.

Kyle sighed and retreated to his room, leaving Kenny and Butters to clean up the rest.

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