ready ☆ style au

☆ chapter three

[ TW ; ABUSING ALCOHOL, SEXUAL ASSAULT ]

    Stan wakes up groggier than usual, most likely from not sleeping too much the night before. "Hey, it's like eleven in the morning, you need to eat and get your ass up!" Kyle says, uncovering Stan. "No! I'm sleepy as fuck, give me five more minutes," Stan groans. "I'm not playing this game again, Stan," Kyle rolls his eyes. 

Stan had no choice but to get up, he knows how scary Kyle can become. 

"Good, now brush your teeth and I'll make some lunch, or breakfast for you I guess," Kyle giggles, walking out of the room. 

Stan walks to the bathroom and takes a long look in the mirror. He hated the way he looked, recovery does this to you. He gets closer to the mirror and touches his thin, chapped lips. He looks at his teeth, they're yellow. He looks at his hair, it's thin. And finally, he looks to his cabinet where his alcohol used to be. He wishes he could have at least a sip. But a sip turns into a bottle and a bottle turns into a keg and a keg turns into ruining all the process he has made so far. 

The raven-haired brushes his teeth and puts on sweats and a hoodie. It was oddly comforting knowing Kyle has been in this hoodie, although, Kyle always steals Stan's clothes, especially the hoodies. 

As Stan walks down the stairs he hears talking. It's his father and Kyle. They've always had a weird relationship, Kyle liked Randy a lot, especially for being there for Stan. Randy wasn't the best father but he was present. 

"Hey, losers," Stan says, yawning. "Hey, son, Kyle is making us breakfast, we should have him over every day!" Randy smiles. Kyle giggles, continuing to cook eggs. "Yeah, dad," Stan rolls his eyes. 

The Marsh boys sit at the table, impatiently waiting for Kyle to finish breakfast. 

"Okay, I cooked so you guys can serve the food, got it?" Kyle puts his hands on his hips. "Sir, yes sir," Randy says, getting up with a plate in his hands. "What he said," Stan chuckles, following his father's actions. 

They all eat, Randy eating the most, Stan eating slightly less than his father, and Kyle eating a piece of toast and some eggs. 

"This is so good, I hope Stan marries you so you can cook us stuff all the time, Kyle," Randy smiles. 

The younger boys are wide-eyed and their faces are pink and warm. Stan punches his dad's arm playfully and they act like nothing happened. 

Why was Stan so flustered by the idea, though?

Hours went by, Kyle was cleaning and Stan was sitting on his bed watching TV. 

"Okay, we need to get ready for the party," Kyle smiles, adjusting his shirt. "Fine," Stan groans, turning off the TV and getting up. 

Stan throws on some jeans and keeps his hoodie on. Kyle was wearing an oversized shirt and some baggy blue jeans. 

"Ready?" Stan sighs, looking in the mirror for the last time. 

"Yup!" Kyle smiles, walking out the door.

The two are silent on their way to the party, with soft music playing from Stan's phone. When they finally get there, the silence had vanished. The music from Tolkien's house was so loud you could hear it in your stomach. The lights were beaming colors; pink, purple, red, and blue. 

Stan couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling somewhat unprepared for this party. He already felt the overstimulation taking over his body and brain. Although, as long as Kyle was next to him.. he would make it through tonight. 

As soon as they walk in, they see Tolkien chugging cheap beer from kegs. "Hey, boys!" Tolkien slurred. "Hey, fucker," Kyle laughs, walking into the kitchen. 

"Coke for you," Kyle smiles, handing Stan the red can. "And, Dr. Pepper for me," Kyle says. 

"You know you can drink if you want, it won't bug me," Stan smiles. "Yeah but I feel bad that you would be the only one sober here," Kyle frowns. "It's okay, I swear! Have some fun, Kyle," Stan says. "Fine," Kyle smiles. 

Somehow Stan finds his way to the couch in the living room. He took his phone out to check the time. '1:04 AM' Beamed from his phone. "Fuck, where's Kyle," Stan mumbles to himself. Stan stands up to look around the house and finally goes upstairs. 

He checks the first room, Kenny and Butters are in there practically sucking each other's faces off. He checks the second room, Clyde and Tolkien. And finally the third. 

"No, no, wait," Stan hears Kyle's drunken voice say behind the door. This couldn't have been good. Stan opens the door to see no other than Scott Tenorman feeling up and forcefully kissing Kyle. Kyle just sits there and laughs, tears running down his face. Clearly he was drunk out of his mind. 

"You motherfucker!" Stan yells, pushing Scott off of Kyle. "You touch him again and I will cut your dick off," Stan screams as he pins down Scott, punching him harder than he's ever punched. "I-I will not touch him again, I swear, just get off me!" Scott says in fear. "Fuck you," Stan says, giving him one final punch that makes Scott's nose bleed harder. 

"Stan, what are you doing?" Kyle slurred. "Beating this asshole for touching you while you were fucking drunk, Kyle," Stan said annoyed. "Come on, let's go," Stan says, picking up Kyle in his arms, holding him tight as if someone was trying to steal him away from Stan. "You're so strong," Kyle whispers in Stan's ear. Stan shook it off and headed home. 

[ A/N : hi hi longer chapter today! ]