86 Feelings (Stan x Kenny)[Completed]

36

(Day 581 Pt.2)

Notably, things had shifted.

The second that Stan and Kenny walked into the apartment intertwined with one another, everyone looked at them for help. Between Kyle taking shots in the kitchen, and Tweek eating an entire bag of edibles - no one knew what the hell to do.

Stan and Kenny looked at each other, and wondered when it fell on them to keep things together. Weren't they both just falling apart for about two years? Stan especially didn't get it.

Despite that, he abandoned Kenny in the doorway for Kyle; he was already swaying to whatever music was playing with a glass of wine in his hand. Stan spotted the shot he had just poured, and cringed as he realized it was fucking vodka. Since getting alcohol poisoning from a night of binge drinking watermelon vodka with Craig at seventeen, Stan could barely stand the sight of it.

Because it was Kyle though, and he hated seeing his super best friend this low, he took the shot so he wouldn't have to. "Ky," He muttered with a strain from holding back the puke crawling up his throat. "Talk to me, dude. What's going on? Why's everyone being weird, too?"

Immediately irritated, Kyle scoffed. "It's-It's probably awkward from Cartman telling everyone that Craig and David kissed, but, uh, who fucking cares, right? Y-You can just go chill with Ken, it's okay, Stan."

What?! "No. Come with me." Stan wasn't arguing with him tonight, especially since the last time he saw Kyle this drunk was.. well, never. "We'll go outside, just you and me."

Staggering in silent compliance towards the patio door, Kyle didn't wait for Stan to say a final departure to Kenny; he turned anyway, lingering his gaze upon the blonde staring after him. Wow, they were already in deep, it made Stan smile.

Outside with Kyle now, he focused on what was transpiring in his relationship: "The hell do you mean Craig and David kissed? When? Why? No, that's stupid, I'm sorry. But, what the fuck?!"

"I know!" He was on the verge of angry tears already. "I guess they were at the same bar one night, and.. shit just happened. It didn't go further than that, I guess. I guess, I'm-I'm supposed to believe him now, and Stan, I don't trust either of them! W-Why do they get to make mistakes, and then.. like, fuckin' get mad at us for feeling like shit about it?"

"What?" Stan was a bit lost on what he was trying to say.

Kyle barely noticed he even said a word, he kept rambling: "T-Tried to talk to David about it, but-but he just wants to keep fucking as a stupid apology. Dude, what kind of shit is that?"

It was truly the kind of shit that made Stan want to march over to the guy's apartment, and beat him half to death, but Kyle was a mess of sobs now - his super best friend was incredibly vulnerable. He wouldn't leave him.

What am I supposed to do? Should I be mad at Craig, too? Stan wondered as he hugged a crumbling Kyle. What he did is absolutely fucked, but I don't know.. Why would they both just randomly do something like that? I don't get it.

"Ky.. Why do you keep going to him?" He didn't want to question his best friend like that, he was just concerned that Kyle was acting on self destructive impulses. The last thing Stan ever wanted for anyone, was from them to act like him. "I don't have a good feeling about this. I'm fucking worried about you, and I'm not used to that."

He removed his wet face from Stan's soaked shirt. "I don't know.. Guess I didn't want to admit defeat, Stan."

That crushed him. "Dude, you're just defeating yourself, though."