Drunk Hearts

Just Dance and Serious Conversations

TW: topics surrounding eating disorders and self harm.

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Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Butters decided to all hang out since they all had the day off. Kenny had hooked up his Wii, and the four of them decided to play some Just Dance. They switched off from doing solos, pairs, and all four of them. About an hour had gone by, and though they lost track of time because they were having so much fun. However, Stan's energy was faulting. Kenny and Butters were dancing to Barbie Girl, and then handed the controllers off to Stan and Kyle for another duet.

Out of breath and falling onto the couch, Kenny laughed, "pick a frisky song, I wanna see how you two do."

"No way," Kyle protested, "I am not dancing sexually for you!"

"I did for youuu," Kenny whined.

Butters playfully shoved Kenny, "hey now! You said that was for me!"

Kenny just kept laughing while Kyle searched for a song. He looked over at Stan who still hadn't gotten up, "hey, what song do you wanna do?"

Stan tried to keep his composure, even though he really didn't feel good, "how about Girlfriend?"

"I didn't take you for an Avril Lavigne type of guy," Kyle snickered.

Stan rolled his eyes, "we all have our guilty pleasures."

Kyle clicked on the song and Stan finally stood up, walking over by Kyle, but keeping enough distance so they didn't whack each other in the process. Kenny clapped and roared, Butters grinning as he leaned against his boyfriend. As the song continued, Kyle kept getting perfect scores and Stan was just trying his best.

"How do you do that?" Stan huffed, trying to keep up with the beat.

Kyle didn't answer his question, instead starting singing along, "hey hey you you I can be your girlfriend~"

As bad as he felt, Stan was having a really good time. He couldn't keep from smiling as he panted. He shouldn't be this out of breath, though, he's a footballer for fuck's sake! Still, he persisted.

Once the song came to an end, Stan declined hard. He was sweating like crazy, way more than he usually does. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face and his back, and he dropped the controller to the floor so he could place his hands on his knees for more support.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kyle asked, seeing Stan's state.

"I'm just, out of breath, is it hot in here?" Stan replied.

Kyle gave Kenny a concerned look as Stan ripped his shirt off. In the moment, he didn't care if some of his scars were showing just above his pants on his stomach and hips. Kyle eyed them, some healed and some more fresh. He was going to scold Stan for that later, but for now, there were more pressing issues to attend to. Stan was now fully leaning on the wall, and slid down to the floor as black slowly flooded his sight. It felt like tunnel vision, in a literal sense. The black dots were closing in, and he was extremely pale. He thought he heard Kenny, or maybe Kyle, or Butters? He couldn't tell, the voices were muffled and the only thing he could focus on was the ringing in his ears. Laying down on his side, Stan then curled into a fetal position and let the dots overcome, losing consciousness.

"Stan!" Kyle yelled, shaking the boy on the floor. Kenny was already grabbing cold damp towels to place on his forehead, stomach, and arms.

"Oh jeez, should we take him to the hospital?" Butters asked, growing very worried.

"Not yet," Kenny said, returning, "he's starting to wake up."

Kyle rolled Stan onto his back so Kenny could place the rags, and Stan's eyes fluttered.