fourteen (south park fanfiction)

Spring Break

Stan's phone went off the next morning before school.

Kyle: Hey, I know we aren't on the best of terms right now, but we need to talk.

Stan: why

Kyle: The spring break field trip is coming up and we signed up as partners at the beginning of the school year. We aren't allowed to switch either so we're gonna be sharing a beach house.

Stan: shit

Kyle: I just wanna apologize for everything I've done or said, and can we possibly still be best friends?

Stan: I don't wanna be best friends again with you just for you to be embarrassed about me or ditch me again

Kyle: I promise I won't. Can we meet before class starts?

Stan: ok. by ur locker.

Kyle: :)

...

Kyle and Stan got along the rest of the week and were doing great at being best friends again with each other. Of course, Cartman wasn't that big of a fan of Kyle being back in the friend group, but he didn't try to make that big of a fuss. The spring break field trip was this morning and everybody in school was hyped and ready, and waiting in the airport.

"Hope you didn't bring any illegal shit like drugs or alcohol, Stan." Cartman said. "We can just buy stuff from somebody there."

Stan rolled his eyes. "No shit, I'm not that dumb, dude."

Kyle frowned. "Sucks that Kenny couldn't come, it would've been more fun."

...

The airplane ride was about as tiring as you could imagine. A plane full of freshman students screaming wasn't exactly the most ideal or peaceful way of traveling. It wasn't too long of a flight until they finally arrived to Florida, the plane landing as the teachers gathered everybody into a row.

"Alright, everybody get with your partners!" PC Principal shouts. "We are about to arrive to the beach houses. We are HOPING that you teens make wise decisions, as we will be leaving you all unattended and without an adult in your beach houses. There is allowed 2 groups, aka four people, in a beach house each. If we have a school event/meeting you will be notified through our school app and by text or by door ahead of time. Please stay responsible."

Cartman yawned. "This dude can rant." He whispers to his friends, as they all laugh. After the speech, they get assigned golf carts, one for each group, to drive to their beach houses and arrive to their assigned house.

"Are we sharing a house?" Butters and Cartman asked Stan and Kyle as Stan nods. "Well, duh. But we're throwing a party tonight."

Cartman smirked. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be awesome."

Butters frowned. "But PC Principal said four people to a beach house and two groups only. Is this gonna be a small party of just us?"

Stan rolled his eyes. "No, its everybody. But we're gonna be secretive about it." He says. Stan rolls his eyes. "Ugh, I left my bags over there. Butters, wanna hop on the golf cart with me and help me get them?" He asks as Butters nods. "Sure, I'd love to help!"

Cartman frowned, as he realized that meant only him and Kyle were alone in the house. Things had been awkward ever since Kyle admitted to catfishing Cartman. Especially after Kyle admitted to meaning everything about having a small crush on him. It made things more awkward knowing that Cartman said he would've said yes if he didn't catfish. Kyle looked over to Cartman.

"Well, don't act like you don't know who I am." Kyle says. "You don't have to make things weird."

Cartman rolled his eyes. "Nobody's making anything weird, loser." He says, as he unpacks his bags. "I just need to wait for fucking Clyde to get here because I paid him to buy some shit off somebody I know here."

Kyle raised his brows. "What? Buy what?"

"Just some fun, you know. For the party."

"Like alcohol?" Kyle asks, as Cartman nods. "Uh...well that's one thing that he's getting. We're also getting weed as well."

"Are you fucking serious? Dude, we can't do that in here!" Kyle says. "That's risky." Cartman rolls his eyes and laughs. "We're fourteen, we won't go to jail. Also, I'm just gonna take off the smoke alarms so they won't go off."

Kyle groaned as he sat on the couch in the beach houses living room, and opened up a curtain that covered the windows, to a view of the sand. "Sucks that Kenny couldn't come." He says as Cartman rolls his eyes. "Kenny wouldn't wanna come anyways, he'd feel bad for his sister even if his parents were at home."

Stan came back inside the house with Butters, and slammed the door. "I swear, all people do is fucking judge me. I can't even get my luggage and bags in peace without people whispering about me and about my fault for my mom being fucking dead and that I'm an addict." He says, as he walks to a bedroom and closes the door.

"Drama queen, somebody got their period." Cartman whispers to Kyle and Butters, laughing. A knock was heard on the door and he opened it to see Clyde with a few bags. "Hurry up and take this, I almost got caught!" He says as Cartman grabs them. "Okay? Not my fault you can't hide for shit." Cartman replies, as he puts the bags on the glass table that stands in the living room area. "What time should we start the party?"

Clyde shrugs. "Well wait a couple hours at least, everybody's still putting their stuff up." He says, as he walks off. Cartman closed the door and opened the bag to grab out the bottles and bags of weed. "Now this is gonna be a party." He says. He grabs the bags of weed and barges into Stan's guest room, and tosses the bags at him. 

"Knocking would be nice." A grumpy Stan says, as he looks at the bags. "Oh shit, you got weed already? That was quick."

Cartman shrugged. "Let's just say I know some people. Aren't you gonna go hang out with your little boyfriend?"

Stan glared. "Kyle isn't my boyfriend anymore, we're just friends." He says as Cartman laughed. "I didn't even mention Kyle's name, so you already assuming I meant him shows me that you do think of him as that. But alright, we'll see what happens tonight. Alcohol is gonna be involved so be ready." Cartman says to Stan.

"Be ready? For what?"

"Well, you know what they say." Cartman starts. "Drunk actions are sober thoughts."