A Party Foul

Chapter 1 - ramen

[KYLES POV]

"Pleeassseeeee????" Stan begged, grasping my shoulders tightly and shaking them violently.

"No Stan. I'm not going." I replied stubbornly, grabbing his forearms and preventing him from shaking me anymore.

"But.." He mumbled, looking at me with puppy eyes. I rolled my eyes, sighing deeply.

"FINE. You're giving me a ride though." I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. His face literally lit up, and he eagerly took my hand in both of his, shaking it vigorously.

"YAY!! Thank you thank you thank you thank you" Stan repeated, smiling widely and shaking me again.

"Okay okay, no more shaking me. I'll be downstairs in 15." I said, chuckling softly and pushing him away. He nodded and ran out of my room, almost slamming the door behind him. I shook my head, smiling. He could be such an idiot sometimes.

Now for dressing matters. I walked over to my closet, opening the door and walking in. I had a walk in closet, and it was rather large. None of that Cinderella type shit, but it was decent.

I spun in a slow circle, trying to spot anything party worthy. When I was in 4th grade, I had this little outfit. Bebe, Clyde and I all worked on it for days. Bebe named it 'Scene Kyle', and I wore it to school a few times. I was quite popular for a month or two, but it died down once I stopped wearing it.

I've outgrown it by far now, but if I still fit in it that would be totally awesome.

Wait, what if I just remake it?

Oh my god I'm such a genius.

I pulled the outfit out, examining it. It had a faded gray shirt with two circles on it, one red and one green. It had plain black leggings with a tear in the knee, and two rainbow strips tied on the ankle. A pair of rainbow suspenders hung from the waistband of the leggings. There was a spare ushanka with a creeper sewed onto it. Little rainbow pieces of jewelry hung from the hanger. At least those would fit me.

I set it on top of a shelf and a little picture fell out of the shirt. It was a printed selfie of me and Bebe while I was in the outfit. We were both young. I had green eyeshadow lined neatly underneath my eye, and a small wing of black eyeliner. I smiled at the picture, then I tucked it back in the shirt.

I began searching through my closet for a good replica of the outfit. Most of my clothes happened to be hoodies, since it wasn't really ever warm in South Park.

I scrolled through my hangers, and came across a zombie hello kitty shirt. I forgot I ever bought that. Hello kitty was green and had stitches on her face, and blood was trailing down her face. It looked really badass, so I chose that.

It was easy to find a pair of black pants. They were cargos, and I grabbed some rainbow lanyards to hang out of the pockets. There was a small, thin horizontal tear in the knee, but no problem.

The cargos fit fine, but I felt like a belt would be cool. I opened a drawer in the dresser, and spotted a white and black checkered belt. I grabbed it and placed it on top of the pile next to the outfit I had picked so far.

I began getting changed, slipping the cargos on then swapping shirts. I grabbed the belt, unwrapped it, then ran it through the little beltholes on my cargos. I ran the end through the circle, then back through the small hoops.

Now for extra shit.

I grabbed the old outfit, and pulled the jewelry and suspenders off. Ushanka would come last. I put on some rainbow checkered bracelets, and swapped my ear piercings out for neon green ones. I slipped a rainbow choker over my head, letting it tightly wrap around my neck. I walked over to a little container in the corner of my closet, and opened it. I found a silver dragon ring, and by the looks of it, parts of it glowed in the dark. I slipped it on my right ring finger and twisted it a bit, adjusting it so it was visible.