The Drug in Me is You

Chapter 5: Demolition Lovers

It had only been an hour after Kyle, Stan, and Butters finished Breakfast. They all had a conversation full of laughs and jokes and memories. Every topic brought a smile to Kyle's face but there was one question that lingered in the red-head's mind. A question that haunted him for thirty-two years and he hated the thought of asking the question, seeing as Stan and Butters seemed so happy but there was a voice in the back of Kyle's mind that kept nagging and nagging and nagging him to ask. So that's exactly what he does. He asks.

The laugh's have died down, the question at the tip of his tongue. He's ready to ask but unsure of what to say; how to word it. Yet he takes a leap of faith and opens his mouth,

"So, what happened?"

Butters lets out a hum of confusion, his head tilting to the side at Kyle's ominous question. Stan, however, seems to understand the meaning behind the question but asks anyway, "What do you mean?" The ravennette questions.

"I mean--, I mean why did you leave? Why did you guys leave? What happened when you left? Where did you go? Just in general, why?"

Stan and Butters share a concerned and slightly surprised look, both sighing tirelessly. Butters suddenly stands up, chair scraping against the hardwood floor. The blonde bends over to give Stan a kiss on the cheek before going around the table and picking up the plates, silverware and glasses only to wander into the kitchen once he's done.

Kyle could hear the faint sound of water splishing and splashing but paid no mind to it. Only looking at Stan, who had his hands intertwined with each other and in front of him on the table, looking down at it in thought. This however, only lasted for about a minute or two before the ravenette lifted his head up to look up at the red-head.

He let out a soft sigh, his dark blue eyes glazed over in fear, "It started when Butters came over to my house. We 'talked" and I came up with the suggestion of us, me and Butters, starting our own life together--...,"

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"It always used to be Stan and Kyle. Kyle and Stan. StanKyle. KyleStan. Doing everything together and always sticking by each other's side like Cartman and his bucket of KFC chicken. They used to be inseparable. So much so that people outside of South Park thought they were brothers and always hearing that as a little kid was absolutely exciting.

It was the light of his eye and the cherry to his ice cream. Those moments were the memories he cherished. Ones that he cherished deeply. But the more they grew the more that they started to become distant. At the ripe age of nine, third grade maybe, Stan got a girlfriend. Her name was Wendy, Wendy Testaburger. He always had a crush on Wendy but he could never speak to her without throwing up. He was just too shy to speak to her and it was embarrassing. His friend's often teased him for his obvious crush on Wendy and he'd always complain that he didn't. But he did.

But one day, she came over to him at lunch. She greeted him and his friends and then walked over to him which resulted in him throwing up on the ground below him. She grimaced, letting out a distasteful "Ew!" before giving him a note and walking off. He read the note with short focus, telling his friends that Wendy wanted to meet him at Stark's Pond after school.

They all responded with surprise. Letting out a string of their own suggestive comments on the matter which had them all laughing their heads off. He met Wendy at Stark's Pond but got shy once more and threw up all over her. She once again, grimaced in disgust, letting out another distasteful "Ew!" . It wasn't until he and Kyle used Cartman as bait to get Kyle's little brother back for a group of aliens that he could finally talk to Wendy without throwing up. It wasn't anything but a mere thank you, but it still counts, right? Then, Wendy puckered up her lips and kissed him. It was his first kiss ever and he was head over heels in love with Wendy.