The Drug in Me is You

Chapter 3: Let The Light In

"We're here!"

Kyle blinked, allowing his eyesight to come back into focus before looking back at Stan, "Huh? Where?"

Stan let out a boisterous laugh, "At my house silly!" He said, placing his hand on Kyle's knee and giving it a little shake before bringing it back to the key, wiggling it out of the ignition and putting it into his pocket.

Kyle returned the gesture with a timid sort of smile, reaching his hand towards the door handle only to retract it when Stan started to insist on opening it for him. They had nothing but a small argument about it. Nothing special. But it still made Kyle flush and desperately yearn for their youth once more. A part of him still hoped that things could go back to what they once were.

Which wasn't much if he's being quite honest with himself. Him and Stan were only SBF's in their youth which to some isn't a lot but to Kyle it was more. Imagination always helps him take away the situation at hand. So he always makes sure to use it in advance.

Before he knew it, the passenger door opened a few minutes later. Thanks to Stan's gentlemanly hospitality. Kyle grabbed the handles of his duffle bag before pushing himself out of the car with a painful grunt. He definitely heard his back pop. God did he wish to be a teenager again. He gave Stan an appreciative smile which the ravenette quickly returned.

Stan closed the passenger door before looking back at Kyle, "Sorry about the door opening thing, I'm just really used to opening the door for people." He apologized.

Shocked but also amused by Stan's abrupt apology, Kyle let out a light laugh, "It's fine dude. I don't mind."

"Yeah, alright.."

Kyle took a minute to look at the house in front of him. It wasn't anything special by any means, but it was definitely.. Something . It was a small little blue house with a small little front yard. The front door was a pristine white and sat on the far right of the house with one large window on the left. If anything it looked like a clean Texan house that an old married couple would live in. Maybe if Stan and Butters ran away to a different place it would look like something out of Hey Arnold! . But then again, Stan and Butters did have a weird taste in houses. Especially as kids.

By the time he looked back at Stan, he was already halfway to the front door. Kyle was quick to catch up. Watching as Stan unlocked the door. When the door did finally open though, he was met with a very excited dog and the sweet aroma of french toast and maple syrup. It made his mouth water at just the singler thought of said foods.

Stan walked inside, placing his keys on a hook that sat on the wall next to the front door. He bent down to pick up the excited dog, laughing when it started to try and lick his face which he moved his head away from. He swiftly put the dog back on the ground and watched as it scurried to another room in the house.

"Honey, I'm home!" Stan yelled with a joyous grin, earning a loud, snorty laugh from a room inside the house. Then out came whom Kyle assumed was Butters.

Butters was on the skinner, more thin side other than the dad bod Stan was packing. He had a very slim face and cheeks that would worry a mother from just how hollow they were. He had a very obviously manicured mustache if that meant anything. He was wearing a pink apron that was decorated with little red hearts all around it. Under said apron was what seemed to be a white long sleeve shirt with a baby blue sweater vest above it and tan khaki pants. He dresses the same way as he did when they were kids except instead of being a church boy, he's now a middle aged church dad.

Butters came up to Stan and gave him a tight hug and kiss on the cheek that was acquired with a loud and dramatic "Mwah!" before he swiftly pulled away to look at him, "I cooked french toast and waffles with eggs, bacon, and sausage but the eggs, bacon and sausage are lightly salted since the doctor said that you need to watch your blood pressure." He said fairly quickly, all the while smoothing the wrinkles down on Stan's sweater with his hands.

Stan's cheeks flared up with an indescribable heat, his smile turning into some akin to love sick or madly in love, "Thank you honey I appreciate it."

"Of course, dear. I would hate for you to die of high blood pressure," Butters responded with a soft laugh, " I also made sure to make extra for Kyle. Where is he? Did he end up deciding to take the bus here instead?"

"Uh, No, I'm right here.." Kyle said, still awkwardly standing on the front steps.

Butters gave Kyle a sweet smile, "Kyle! There you are, old buddy! Come inside! Come on, come on!" He ushered.

Kyle hesitantly walked inside, his duffle bag suddenly feeling heavy all of a sudden. He was a bit off-put by their joyful hospitality. He wasn't exactly used to this kind of treatment.

Butters quickly made his way behind Kyle, closing the door that he forgot to close himself which obviously didn't fail to make Kyle feel like a total ass for not closing it before.

Butters scurried in front of Kyle, giving him a warm hug that made Kyle feel somewhat guilty. Not only did he eye down the blonde's husband like he was a total snack but he also wished more than once that he and Stan would divorce throughout the car ride from the airport to their lovely home. What normal person thinks that? He was being a total douche to someone who didn't even deserve it and that just wasn't fair on his or Stan's behalf. God, what type of messed up human being is he?

"I'm so glad you're here Kyle! It's been so long since I've heard from you last. Come and sit down with us in the kitchen. It would be so nice of you to join us for breakfast."