Style - SBF

Chatper 7

The day for Cartmans party was finally here. Kyle had been frantically waited for this day. He was so happy he was going with Stan  because he liked spending more time with him.  He even tried to comb his hair but it kept getting tangled so he gave  up and decided to just leave it alone.

He called Stan  who agreed to pick him up  at 7 pm and then they drove to Cartmans  house.  They parked their car by a tree and Kyle up to the front door.

They rang the bell and after several minutes Cartman opened the door.

"Hey, hey you two! Come on in" he exclaimed, opening the door wider.

They stepped inside, following Cartman, and  they entered into a living room filled with people.  There was loud music blasting out of the speakers as people danced and drank.  Kenny walked up to them,
followed by Butters.

"Hey dudes, " Kenny greeted them happily, slapping them on the backs .

"Hey Kenny, hey Butters" Kyle returned, smiling softly at him.

"Since you guys finally make it, we're gonna play drink or dare."

Everyone gathered round as Cartman put a bottle in the middle of the circle.

—

After a few rounds everyone was drunk off their asses. Kyle was, surprisingly, more wasted than Stan was.  Kyle was swaying slightly as he stared at Stan intensely, a stupid grin on his face.

"Kyle we should probably go.. ", Stan whispered to him, pulling gently on his sleeve.

"Nuh uh..", Kyle slurred and then reached a hand out to Stan, cupping his face with it.   "Come on"

"Kyle, please . We really should go"

And before Kyle could reply, he put one of his hands over his mouth and crouched down.

"Kyl-"

"bleeecchhhh" Kyle threw up everywhere , splattering everything.

"Jesus Christ" Stan groaned.

He then picked up Kyle, and rushed towards the bathroom, leaving the rest of the partygoers behind.

Once they were in the bathroom Kyle leaned forward and emptied the rest of the vodka in his stomach. Stan covered his own mouth in disgust.

"Kyle, let's go, I need to take you home"

"Finnneeee hic! "

Kyle giggled as he clung onto Stan tightly, refusing to let go. 
They got into Stans car  and drove Kyle home.

Stan had gotten better at driving while he was drunk, since he did it basically every other day,.

"We're here, you can go now" Stan muttered

"Nooo" Kyle whined , pressing himself closer to the older boy.
"I wanna go to your house " Kyle pouted, grabbing hold of Stans arm.

Stan was tired of arguing with Kyle at this point  and just sighed in defeat.

"Fine"

—

They finally got to Stan's house and they both staggered out of the car in the driveway. He dragged Kyle up the stairs and into his room, laying him down on the bed. Kyle wrapped his arms tightly around Stan and buried his face in his chest. Stan smiled fondly at him

"Kyle?"

Kyle made a noise indicating he was listening.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh huh".  Kyle didn't move to sit back up.

He simply stayed in place, still hugging Stan, content just to be held.
 
"Stan? "

"Hmm? What is it-mph! "